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Gay Snakes on a Plane


"You what?!"

The flustered woman behind the counter gave me an apologetic look. "I'm terribly sorry, sir. These things happen every once in a while. A mistake must have been made when your flight was being booked. Maybe they accidentally put you on standby, or something."

I shifted my bag to my other shoulder and took a deep breath, trying to control my anger. "Look..." I glanced at her name tag, "...Amy, I really don't care how it happened. All I know is that I have a connecting flight to catch in Denver that leaves in four hours, and you're telling me that my seat was given away?!"

She raised her hands in a placating manner. "Sir, I understand that you're upset..."

"No, I don't think you do!" I snapped, my patience slipping. "I'm the only one who's ever been there for my little brother, and if I don't make it to his graduation, he'll be crushed. I HAVE to get on that plane!"

"Is there a problem here?" A well-dressed man walked up and Amy shot him a grateful look.

"His seat was given away, and this flight leaves the gate in less than five minutes. If he doesn't make his connecting flight, he'll be stranded in Denver overnight. Is there any way we could give him a different seat?"

He walked around behind the desk and peered at the computer. "What do we have available?"

"Just these," she pointed.

"What about our first-class passenger?"

"He hasn't shown up yet."

He straightened. "Let's give him that one. It's eight-oh-three, so boarding is over anyhow." He glanced up at me. "First class okay with you?"

I grinned, my foul mood dissipating. "Sounds great!"

Amy smiled with relief and printed out the new boarding pass. "Here you go, sir." She handed the slip of paper to me. "I'm so sorry about the mix-up, and please enjoy your flight."

I trotted down the ramp at a swift pace and heard the door close behind me. A flight attendant greeted me at the plane and glanced at my boarding pass. "This way, sir."

She led me to a two-seat row at the back of first class. A gentleman in his thirties looked up from a book as when we stopped by his seat. "Oh, is this you?"

I checked my pass. "Looks like it."

He leaned back and allowed me to slide past. I settled into the window seat, buckling the belt tightly around my waist as two stewardesses began the safety demonstration. I flipped idly through the magazine from the pocket in front of me, then stared out the window as the plane began to taxi.

My grip tightened on the armrests as the engines revved and we started down the runway. My jaw clenched as the G-force pressed me into my seat and I swallowed hard. I hated flying. Ever since my brother and I lost our parents in a plane crash, I drove whenever possible. Only the short-notice invitation informing me of my brother's graduation compelled me to take to the sky.

"You don't care for flying?"

I glanced over at the man beside me. "Not really," I chuckled nervously.

He nodded understandingly. "I hated flying when I first started my job, but I'm rather used to it by now. I'm Kevin Morris by the way."

I accepted his proffered hand. "Jimi Walker."

"Nice to meet you. It's really not that bad, once you grow accustomed. Certainly beats travelling by car."

I gave him a weak smile. "My ex-boyfriend always thought it was silly, driving everywhere I went. I just...I mean, the thought of being so high...nothing to hold you up..." I shrugged. "Just not for me, I guess."

He nodded again. "Some people take to it, some don't. Suppose it's just different for everyone."

The seatbelt sign flashed off, and I realized with a start that we were well into the air. Kevin had effectively distracted me through the worst part of the flight. I smirked self-consciously and he acknowledged me with a third nod and a friendly smile before returning to his book. The flight attendants were starting down the aisles with beverage carts, pausing every few steps to take requests.

I stared out the window, watching clouds float past, the occasional wisp of white flashing across my view. Patchwork-quilted landscape spread out below and I clenched my eyes tightly when a vision of the plane pitching wildly shot through my mind, passengers screaming as the craft plummeted to the earth, engulfed in flame.


The persistent voice of the stewardess shook me from my waking nightmare and I tore myself from the window. "I-I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Would you like a drink, sir?"

"I'd love one, actually. Screwdriver, please."

She turned to my neighbor, who had been looking at me curiously. "And for you, sir?"

He flashed her a charming smile. "A shot of bourbon on the rocks would be lovely."

She poured our drinks into little plastic glasses and passed them to us. I accepted mine with slightly shaking hands, taking a long sip before resting the glass on the fold-out tray. I shot a sideways glance at Kevin, checking him out stealthily as he held his glass lightly in cultured fingers. Short, brown hair shot with silver brushed the tips of his ears slightly, framing a well-defined nose with a pleasant mouth. A short, well-trimmed goatee accented a strong chin.

After a few sips, he set his glass down and leaned back, resting his head against his seat and closing his eyes. He heaved a deep sigh, weariness showing in his face.

Without warning, he opened his eyes and turned to me, still reclined. "You mentioned a boyfriend. You're gay?"

I nodded, amused and somewhat surprised. Rarely did anyone actually come out and question me about my sexual preference. It was almost a taboo subject, even for my relatively open-minded town, and though I wasn't ashamed of the fact, only my closest friends felt comfortable discussing it with me. "Does that bother you?" I asked with a hint of challenge in my voice.

He smiled slightly. "Not at all. Would it bother you if I asked you a few questions?"

I shrugged. "Not at all."

"How did you find out?"

I pulled a wry look and took a sip of my drink. "I suppose I always knew. I tried dating girls when I hit that age because all my friends were, but it never felt...well, normal. The first time I kissed another guy, I realized I had it all wrong."

"And you've never looked back, huh?"

"Something like that."

He shifted slightly in his seat so he could face me. "What does your family think?"

"My parents died when I was ten, so they never knew. My brother's cool about it; figures to each his own, I guess. We don't really know anyone from our extended family."

Kevin frowned sympathetically. "I'm sorry to hear about your parents. May I ask what happened?"

I took a large swig of my drink and hesitated. He laid a hand on my arm. "I understand if you don't want to talk about it."

"It's not that. I just haven't talked about it in so long. They...they were coming back from an anniversary trip to Europe and they hit a storm near England. Their plane was struck by lightening, causing too many malfunctions to continue. The pilot tried an emergency landing, but they didn't make it and crashed into the English Channel."

He gave me a sympathetic look, his hand still on my arm. "I'm so sorry. Is that why you hate flying?"

I nodded. "Doesn't make sense, I suppose," I said with a short, humorless laugh, "me being so young and all when it happened."

"It's a vulnerable age. Makes perfect sense, really."

I shifted slightly, nervous from the physical contact with him. He must have understood my uneasiness, because he removed his hand and picked up his drink. "I don't mean to pry," he apologized. "I'm sorry if I offended you."

"Oh, not at all," I assured him, starting to feel more at ease. Kevin was friendly almost to a fault, and I realized I enjoyed talking to him. It had been so long since I'd shared my feelings with anyone; I hadn't, in fact, since my ex. My friends came to me with their problems, and I, in turn, went to him. When he informed me that he was too unsure of what he wanted to continue in the relationship, I had sworn off everyone. Only my friends' persistence had kept me from cutting myself off from the world. Even so, I refused to get in another relationship, deciding that being alone was better than getting hurt again. It felt good being able to speak frankly with someone without having to worry about getting too close.

The plane lurched slightly and I grabbed at the armrest with one hand and my drink with the other. "Just a little turbulence," my neighbor informed me reassuringly. I smiled tautly, slowly loosening my grip on my glass. I downed the rest of my drink, worried that I might spill what was left all over myself if we hit another rough spot.

Just as the thought popped into my head, the plane jerked again. The seatbelt light came on and the pilot's disembodied voice crackled over the loudspeaker.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a few minutes of turbulence ahead, so we'd like you to return to your seats. Please fasten your seatbelts and we'll get through this in no time."

I tightened my belt even tighter, tucking my glass into the waste bag hanging from the seat arm as I stowed my tray. The plane dropped and I heard a child start crying. I clenched both armrests tightly, my eyes closed in terror as the aircraft lifted and plummeted with the currents. I risked a glance at Kevin and saw him calmly finish his bourbon, toss the glass in the bag, and stretch his legs out in front of him sedately. I envied his composure with a passion; then, as the plane dropped again, quickly forgot it.

I broke out into a cold sweat and decided sitting was making things worse. I clawed at the release lever on my seatbelt, nearly jumping from my seat as the ends fell from my lap. A flight attendant saw me and rose quickly, motioning for me to sit back down.

"Sir, please return to your seat!"

I shoved off her calming hand. "Look, lady, I just need to get to the lav. I'm gonna be sick."

"There are sick sacs in the seat pockets. Sir, please, I really must insist that you sit down!"

I gave her a not-so-gentle shove as I attempted to push my way past Kevin. "Back off, lady, I gotta go!"

The plane lurched wildly and I pitched forward onto Kevin. He grabbed my upper arms to steady me, but instead of releasing them once I gained my footing, held onto me firmly. "Listen, it's fine. Just sit down." I looked at him, wide-eyed in fear and his grip tightened. "It's alright, Jimi. You're going to be fine." He continued to repeat it like a calming mantra, and I felt my terror start to fade. He glanced up at the anxious stewardess and nodded. "He'll be fine. I'll talk to him."

She shot him a thankful look and returned to her fold-out bench. Kevin slowly eased me back into my seat, his hands still on my arms. "It's okay, you're okay," he soothed, rubbing my upper arms comfortingly as I struggled to gain control.

I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. The plane still bucked about, luggage jostling in the overhead compartments. A male flight attendant handed Kevin a glass of ice water and he offered it to me. I sipped at it slowly, calmed by his rhythmic rubbing.

I flushed suddenly, realizing that I was unconsciously reacting to his contact. I leaned forward, feigning light-headedness as I tried to readjust my jeans. He moved his hand to my back, still rubbing. I swallowed hard, willing my partial erection away. I was highly mortified at my response to his obviously asexual caress. Dude, he's just trying to help. If he sees you're getting a hard-on, you'll both be embarrassed. Now cut it out!

I was finally able to sit back up. Kevin placed his hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I said thickly, giving him a weak smile. "Sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it. Sometimes it gets to me, too, and I'm a veteran at this." He chuckled suddenly. "I've actually had to beat a hasty retreat to the lavatory once or twice myself."

My lips quirked slightly. "Nice to know I'm not the only one. Look...I...I really appreciate this. I..." I placed my forehead in one palm, propping my elbow on my knee and tried to avoid looking at his crotch. "It...it just...Man, I feel like an idiot," I blurted out in a rush.

He laughed this time. Not just a chuckle, but a real belly-shaking laugh. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he held up a palm. "I-I'm sorry," he gasped. "I'm not laughing at you, it's just that something similar to this happened to me my first time flying airline. This sweet old lady was sitting next to me and held my hand through the whole thing. She even patted my back while I puked up the horrendous airplane food. I was in my teens at the time, and I felt like such a pansy throwing up like that. I said something extremely close to what you just said, and I probably had that same sheepish look on my face."

I managed a laugh of my own. "Oh, great, now I feel much better."

The seatbelt light went off again, and I realized we had made it through the turbulence. A flight attendant came over to check on me, leaning over to allow a young lady with a baby to pass. "Is everything okay here, sir?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Hey, I'm sorry about all that earlier. I-I guess I got a little out of hand."

"No problem, sir," he assured me.

He disappeared into the tiny attendant's aisle and Kevin turned to me. "Not to sound nosy, but have you ever had a serious relationship with a man?"

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Um...well...my last was kinda serious...I mean, we were talking about moving in together and everything." My face darkened. "Not that it ever actually happened."

"Bad breakup?"

Why the hell am I telling him this? I thought, perplexed. I shrugged. "He chickened out, I guess. His parents didn't know about me – they didn't even know he was gay – and they're all religious and everything, so he decided he wasn't willing to deal with the repercussions of 'coming out.' That's what I think, at least. All he told me was that he wasn't sure if he was gay or not."

Kevin gave me a sympathetic look. "That's rough."

"Yeah, I guess. So what about you? You married or anything?"

"Nope. Work just won't permit a serious relationship. Most people aren't willing to get involved with someone who travels nine to ten months out of the year."

"Yeah, I can see that, I guess."

"Ever had a fling?"

This time my shocked expression must have shown. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry..."

"No, no, it's okay. It's just...well, no, not really. I mean, there was this one guy a few years ago. I was a freshman and he was a senior. We hooked up a couple times, but nothing ever came of it because I found out later he was bi and actually dating a girl back home."

"I see. Would you ever consider having one?"

"I...I don't know. I suppose if the timing was right and feelings were mutual..."

To my astonishment he placed a hand on my knee. "If the feelings were mutual?"

"Um...well, if we were both attracted to each other, and..." I trailed off, bewildered. My pants suddenly felt two sizes too small, and I gulped audibly.

He stroked my kneecap lightly with one thumb, leaning forward. "And?"

My stomach fluttered. "Well, I..." I stopped, confused. I was pretty sure he was coming on to me at this point, but here? What the hell am I supposed to do? I glanced around self-consciously but no one seemed to be paying attention to us. I shifted uneasily and unconsciously tugged at my jeans. I was getting harder by the second, and it was becoming painful.

Without warning, he suddenly leaned in and kissed me, then pulled away a few inches. "The lav is open," he whispered, his breath hot on my face. His hand slid up my leg and cupped my crotch. My dick jumped in response as he began massaging it firmly through the thick fabric. I moaned harshly and closed my eyes. His lips found mine again in a hot and greedy capture, his hand tightening on my swollen crotch. He manipulated me until the head of my penis was straining against its cloth confinement, dragging his nails lightly across the fabric and sending shivers down my spine.

I moaned again and returned his kiss, my tongue darting into his mouth, savoring his taste. His teeth nipped at my lips lightly, almost teasingly, his tongue tracing the contours of my mouth. I pressed into him, my own hand brushing his knee, his thigh, until it finally rested between his legs.

He was big, and he was hard. His dick strained against the smooth fabric of his khakis and I took full advantage of it, massaging him with the heel of my palm. He grunted and pulled away slightly, breaking the kiss.

"Come on, let's go."

"I can't," I hissed, trying desperately to formulate an intelligent sentence while he continued to stroked me. "The flight attendants will catch us."

He looked up stealthily. "They're not even paying attention," he whispered.


He cut me off with another kiss, sliding his tongue in deep and swirling it around in my mouth. I made a noise in the back of my throat as hand wrapped around my rock hard erection, pumping his clenched fist up and down as far as the stiff material would let him. I kneaded his cock firmly and heard him moan. With a sudden movement he let go of me and tugged at the waist of my pants. He struggled to unfasten the button and when he failed to, gave up and unzipped them instead.

Gasping, I pulled my hand away and stood up. "I can't, I'm sorry," I apologized unsteadily. I jumped to my feet and slid out of the row, charging down the narrow aisle to the lavatory. I wrenched open the door on the one available room and barreled inside, shoving the door closed and sliding the bolt. A little occupied light flashed on and I heaved a trembling sigh as I zipped my jeans back up.

I collected water from the tiny faucet and splashed it on my face, then leaned with the heels of my palms on the edge of the counter and stared at my reflection in the stainless steel mirror. What have I gotten myself into? I hung my head and closed my eyes, thoughts whirling randomly through my head.

I wasn't ready for this; I knew I wasn't. It was too soon, my last relationship still too fresh to be considering this move, no matter how short-lived. I couldn't do this. I didn't even know Kevin. There was no telling what might happen. I can't...I just can't.

I raised my head and looked in the mirror again. My flushed and agitated face peered back at me, more lines apparent than one might expect from a mere boy of twenty-two. My hair was overgrown and in desperate need of a haircut, a sign of another college kid living on his own, with no one to look after him.

I knew I had expected too much from Ryan. I leaned on him too heavily, perhaps frightened that I might lose him like I had everyone else in my life, except for Will, my little brother. That must be why I'm attracted to Kevin, I thought wonderingly. He's an older man, a comforting figure. I'm simply transferring my loneliness from Ryan to him.

Oh, yeah? my inner voice replied. Then why are you still hard?

I glanced down. "Fuck."

I sat in the lav for perhaps fifteen minutes before I thought it was safe to emerge. I'll just go tell Kevin it's too soon, I'm not over my ex, I don't think it's a good idea – anything really, just so long as I get this silly notion out of his head...and mine! As resolved as I was, I still felt a twinge of regret, like I was passing up something really great. I couldn't help but wonder for a moment or two what it might be like, but in the end my decision stood firm.

Everything happened so fast, I really didn't have time to truly mull it over until much later. As soon as I opened the door, Kevin barged in. He pushed me back into the tiny space so hard I tripped and landed on top of the toilet lid. He slammed the bolt firmly shut and stood looking at me, a heat in his eyes of such intensity I felt myself begin to swell again.

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