Mile High -Book 1 of the Men in Motion Series

by GA Hauser

  At one point, Leah asked, “When my Dad lives here, can I stay overnight sometimes?”

  “If your mom says it’s okay, it’s my pleasure,” Taylor responded.

  “Mom?” Leah asked, as if she needed to sleep there that night.

  “Your father hasn’t even moved in yet, Leah.” Jenna then added, “Of course you can.”

  After Leah’s cheers of excitement, Taylor asked, “Everyone hungry?”

  “Starved,” Owen replied, giving Taylor a sly look, telling him he wasn’t only hungry for food.

  Jenna obviously noticed it for she admonished, “Behave you two.”

  “Moi?” Owen pushed his hand to his chest in denial.

  “I’ll get my coat.” Taylor left them standing in the living room by the door.

  When he had, Jenna whispered to Owen, “Damn. He’s amazing.”

  “I know. Believe it? Me? With a guy like that?”

  A strange look came into Jenna’s eyes. “You know, Owen, you do have something to offer a partner. You’re not the loser you think you are.”

  “Obviously I didn’t have enough to offer you,” Owen replied, checking to see where Leah was. She was back ogling the picture of Taylor on a horse.

  “You were gay!” she hissed, looking back at her daughter. “Do you really regret our divorce and being with Taylor?”

  “No, but I do regret what our separating has done to Leah.”

  When Taylor returned they shut up. He paused, zipping his brown leather jacket and asked, “Am I interrupting something?”

  “No, no…” both Owen and Jenna sang in a chorus.

  The minute Leah noticed him, she grabbed Taylor’s hand and begged, “Tell me about the horses.”

  Smiling sweetly at her, Taylor said, “Well, my daddy has a ranch in Texas…”

  Owen and Jenna exchanged smiles as they headed out to the car and to dinner.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Taylor packed his bag for his Sunday night flight back to LA. When the phone rang he thought it must be Owen. Rushing to grab it before his answering machine picked up, Taylor said, “Hello?”

  “Taylor, it’s Landon. I’m sorry to call you so late on a Sunday, but you told me you were flying out to LA again.”

  “Hey, Landon. No, I’m glad you called. So? What about the job? Can you use me?”

  “Are you sure you want to come work for us? I mean, your father has the biggest damn construction firm in the States. I can’t pay you that amount of money.”

  Taylor sat down on his bed, checking his watch. “Look, Landon, I’m sick to death of traveling every month. And you know I get tired of my father’s pressure. It’s non-stop. Now I’m not saying I can’t work under pressure—”

  “I know what you’re saying, Taylor. Believe me, we won’t do what your dad does to you.”

  “Landon, I love your company. You guys are honest, hard-working, and local. Okay, the jobs are smaller, but they don’t require me being gone so much.”

  “I can’t believe Taylor Madison wants to settle down. You always came across as a free spirit. Did some woman finally rope you?”

  “No, Landon, some man did.” Taylor waited, wondering if now the job offer would vanish.

  “What? What did you say?”

  “I said a man did. Look, Landon, I’m gay. You not offering me the position now?”

  “Gay? You? Taylor I never met a more masculine man in my life.”

  “Forget it, Landon, I’ve a plane to catch.” Taylor went to hang up.

  “Wait! Wait a minute, Taylor. Stop being so impulsive. Just because you’re gay doesn’t mean I’m not interested in hiring you. Christ, they don’t come better than you in the field. I’ll snap you up. I don’t care if you wear fucking dresses and undergo a sex change!”

  Taylor started laughing. “Ah, no problem, I’m not doing either of those.”

  “It’s the salary I’m worried about, Taylor. That’s all.”

  “Okay, look, how about this? I’ll call you when I’m back in LA. At the moment I’ve got to catch a flight. Let me go and when I have more time we’ll discuss it in detail. But I’ve got a nice nest egg already, so I’m not too worried, you know. My house and car are paid for, what the hell do I need to earn so much for?”

  “Am I hearing you straight?”

  “Never mind, Landon. It’s about priorities and money ain’t always top on my list.”

  “Okay, Taylor. You call me. We’ll negotiate. I want you on our team. That’s not even a consideration.”

  “And no traveling, right?”

  “No. All local work. Worst is overnight once in a while in Wyoming, but no longer than a day’s drive.”

  “Okay. That’s all I need to know.” Taylor looked at his watch again. “I gotta run. Thanks for getting back to me, Landon. I’ll call you once I’m in LA and have more time.”

  “Looking forward to it.”

  Taylor hung up, grabbed his bag and raced out of his house.

  ~

  Owen checked the time. Standing at the doorway of Jenna’s house, he wondered if he should call Taylor to make sure he was on his way.

  “Daddy?”

  Twisting over his shoulder, he found Leah standing behind him. “Yes?”

  “Will you buy me a pony?”

  Stifling a laugh, Owen crouched down to be eye to eye with her. “Ah…I can’t right now. But we can go ride a pony this summer. Is that okay?”

  “Leah,” Jenna piped in, “we can’t get you a pony.”

  Hearing a car horn, Owen stood up and found Taylor’s truck parked out front. “Gotta go.” He kissed Leah’s cheek, waving to Jenna.

  “Call when you get there,” Jenna shouted.

  “I will.” Owen rushed outside as Taylor opened the back of the truck for him to put his suitcase in. “You’re late.”

  “I know. Get in.” Taylor hurried to the driver’s door. Once they were on their way, Taylor explained, “I got a phone call right before I left the house.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. There’s this local company that’s been trying to get me on as their project manager for ages. Jordon Enterprises. You hear of it?”

  “No, but go ahead.” Owen held on as Taylor hit the gas when they met the highway ramp, trying to get them to the airport on time.

  “Well, the owner, Landon Jordan offered me a job. No more traveling.”

  “Oh?” Owen felt his heart skip a beat. “And?”

  “Well, I’m gonna take it. But I got to let dad know. Let him down easy.”

  “Okay. Well, that solves two problems.”

  “Two?” Taylor flipped on his radar detector and then flew over the speed limit.

  “Yes. Our being apart all the time, and you not being under your father’s thumb.”

  A low chuckle came out of Taylor as a reply.

  ~

  Running with their bags, Taylor felt the sweat break out on his forehead from being overheated with his coat on in the terminal. They left their bags at check-in and raced to the security point.

  “Shit. We won’t have time for a drink. I’m sorry, Owen.” Taylor took off his jacket and stuffed it into a tub on the conveyer belt. As Taylor emptied his pockets next, into another small plastic box, he said, “Bet they pat me down.”

  “Christ, if I were a security guard, I’d want to rub all over you.”

  “Here goes.” Taylor walked through the metal detector, expecting to be stopped. When he wasn’t Taylor spun around, rolling with laughing when Owen had his hands raised up in the air as the uniformed man gave him a good rubdown.

  Meeting Owen’s eyes, Taylor shook his head in hilarity. Once Owen had made his way through to where Taylor was collecting his belongings, Owen breathed, “Wow. That was unbelievable.”

  “Your next fantasy? Airport security guard and passenger?” Taylor shoved his wallet back into his pocket.

  “No, but how about cop and criminal?” Owen’s eyes lit up.

  “What am I going
to do with you?” Taylor kept laughing. “All right, let’s get a move on.”

  Jogging to their gate, they finally caught their breath when they made it in time and joined the small lingering line that was left to board the flight to LA.

  Once they were seated, Taylor exclaimed, “I’m roasting.”

  “Take off your shirt,” Owen dared.

  “Shut up. You just are the horniest mother-fucker on the planet.”

  “Duh.” Owen shook his head as if he were stating the obvious. “Oh, by the way. I got the lube.” He took the tube out of his jacket pocket to show Taylor.

  “Flying united again?” Taylor laughed.

  Owen blinked his eyes, then replied, “Good one! Very good.”

  Once everyone had taken their seats and they were moving away from the terminal, Taylor began rehearsing the conversation in his head he needed to have with his dad when he got to LA. It wasn’t going to be easy.

  As if Owen noticed his pensive mood, he asked, “You okay?”

  “Yeah, fine. So, another bout of sex in that tiny closet space?”

  “Are you not up for it?”

  “I’m always up for it.”

  Owen found the blue flannel blanket and ripped off the plastic cover.

  “I’ve created a monster,” Taylor laughed as Owen spread out the material over both their laps, quickly reaching over for a feel between Taylor’s legs.

  “Yes. You have. You’ve made me a sex fiend.”

  “Don’t blame me for your deviant behavior.” Taylor listened to the announcements about safety, which he could recite by heart.

  “I do. You corrupted me. I was a mild-mannered accountant, and you turned me into a cowboy-craving sex maniac.”

  “I did all that. Then I must be amazing.”

  “Oh, you are…believe me.”

  Taylor closed his eyes as Owen massaged between his legs more aggressively.

  As the nose of the plane pointed up once more, Taylor’s cock tried to do the same thing in the confines of his tight blue jeans. Under the blanket, Owen boldly opened Taylor’s zipper and reached inside. When Owen’s hand touched his skin, Taylor bit back a groan that would undoubtedly alert someone nearby that they were doing naughty things.

  Straddling his legs, Taylor’s head felt light as both he and the jet floated above the clouds. Knowing his entire cock was now protruding from his pants, Taylor peeked down. Seeing the blanket appearing like a pup-tent and movement from Owen’s hand which was jerking him off at the moment, Taylor begged the seatbelt light to flick off so he could cover up the action with the tray. When that didn’t happen soon enough, he grabbed the in-flight magazine from the seat pocket and opened it up to shield the sex act from prying eyes.

  “If you keep that up, you’ll make me come, Owen,” Taylor whispered.

  “It just feels so good,” Owen whispered back.

  “I’ll get sperm on my clothing.”

  “Use this.” Owen handed him the plastic cover from the blanket with his free hand.

  “Are you outta your mind?” Taylor felt his body shiver as Owen was intent on making him come where he sat. “Owen! I can’t hold on.” Feeling it rush up on him before he could prevent it, Taylor snatched the plastic and whipped it under the blanket quickly, trying his best to catch what was destined to come out.

  Never in his wildest dreams did Taylor imagine he would be ejaculating in his seat, with a plane full of passengers all completely oblivious to the deed. And it washed over him like a tsunami. It was so daring, so naughty, Taylor thought he would combust with the inferno coming from his loins. His body tensing up, his teeth clenching, Taylor came.

  ~

  Owen was literally on fire watching Taylor. The expression on Taylor’s face, the fact that this fantastic hunk was coming right there, in public… It was so taboo and stimulating, Owen almost did the same thing. And if he could he would.

  As Taylor held back his grunting from the intensity, Owen stopped moving his hand and waited. No one had a clue. They were still climbing in altitude, so there wasn’t anyone walking the aisles or looking around. Most passengers were reading, listening to music from the headphones, or sleeping.

  Taylor dared to look down at his lap to see what actually was going on under the blanket. Owen watched curiously, noticing Taylor had done well catching the sperm in the plastic bag. “Wow. Good job.”

  Wrapping it up, Taylor handed it to Owen, saying, “It’s yours to deal with, dear. You made it. You take it.”

  Stifling a laugh, Owen took the milky parcel and stared at it in awe as Taylor adjusted himself under the blanket, getting decent again.

  “What the hell should I do with it?” Owen asked, still restraining the urge to burst out laughing.

  “Use it on your damn ravioli, I don’t know.” After Taylor put the magazine back into the pocket, he raised the blanket up as if checking his pants to see if everything was kosher underneath.

  “Well? Are you covered with it?” Owen held up the package.

  Taylor nudged him to put it down lower. “Yes, I’m fine. Now do something with that.”

  “What?” Owen laughed out loud finally. “The seatbelt sign is lit.”

  “Put it in the barf bag.”

  “Oh, good idea.” Owen dug around his seat pocket, pulling out a paper bag. After he stuffed the gooey contents in it, then wrapped it up tightly, Owen asked, “You think they’ll see it’s used and toss it?”

  “Yeah. Don’t worry.”

  Once Owen had tucked it into the pocket of the seat, he leaned on Taylor and hissed, “You came on the plane in the seat. What club does that qualify you for?”

  “The ‘Insane Peoples’ Club. You nut!”

  “Oh, come on, you didn’t even stop me.”

  “I couldn’t. You had me too far gone.”

  “You’re the one who said you’d suck me with your head under the damn blanket, remember? So? Do I still get mine?” Owen grinned wickedly. When he felt Taylor reaching under the blanket for him, Owen panicked. “No! Not here. In the head.”

  “Oh? Is that right? Coming in the airplane seat is good for some, but not for you?” Taylor managed to get his hand into Owen’s pants.

  “Holy crap. I can’t do this. I swear, I won’t be able to do it here.”

  “Shut up and close your damn eyes.”

  “But the stewardess will come around with the cart.”

  “Not while we’re so damn turbulent. No one’s going nowhere.”

  “Oh, my god…” Owen freaked out when Taylor lowered his zipper. Looking down, seeing the blanket wasn’t concealing them completely, Owen ripped a magazine from the pocket, opening it, and covered his lap. The minute Taylor had his cock out of his jeans and was stroking it, Owen forgot the fear and panic and melted into the sensation of, well, his cock being stroked by a master.

  Blinking his eyes open, Owen asked, “What can I use? We already used the plastic thing.”

  “Tear a piece of that magazine.”

  “What? Deface the magazine?”

  “Owen, for cryin’ out loud.”

  As slowly as he could, Owen ripped a page out, trying not to make any noise. Stuffing it under the blanket, he placed it where he thought he would shoot come. “This is so insane.”

  “Oh? More insane than when you did it to me?” Taylor increased the speed of his jerking.

  In reflex, Owen stretched out his legs, spreading them wide as they burrowed under the seat in front of him in the tight space. Closing his eyes, trying to find the daring humor in this insanity, Owen couldn’t believe when he felt like he could actually come under these conditions. Taylor had turned in his seat, literally blocking any view with his broad back of what was going on. As Taylor’s hand squeezed and yanked on Owen’s cock, Owen gave in, coming, in the damn seat of the plane.

  Feeling Taylor’s hand slow, and then stop, Owen dreaded looking under the blanket. “Here we go. Fingers crossed.”

  As Owen removed the magazine pag
e, Taylor retrieved the old barf bag from the seat to add the new contents.

  There, covering a lipstick model’s painted face, was Owen’s sperm. “Think she liked it?”

  “She’s the type that would throw it up after eating it. Here, put it into the damn bag.”

  Owen folded it into fours, sliding it into the paper sack. As Taylor wrapped up the vomit bag once more, Owen tucked himself in and zipped up. Once they felt as if they had completed that obscene act, they looked at each other in amazement. “I can’t believe we did that.” Owen shook his head.

  “Me, neither. I swear we’ll get caught one of these days and fined or something.”

  “Well, soon we won’t be on a plane every week. We’ll have the luxury of your bed.”

  “True. Our airplane screwing days are numbered.”

  “Will you miss it?” Owen smiled sadly.

  “Yes and no.”

  The seatbelt sign finally shut off and the drink cart began its slow move down the aisle as several people stood to stretch their legs or use the toilet. Right after they ordered their drinks, a very slender, effeminate male sauntered close to their aisle.

  As Owen watched him curiously, it seemed the man was lingering there for a reason. The moment the attendant moved on, he leaned down to whisper to them, “I’m insanely jealous of you boys.” The lisp was very pronounced, and Owen could tell he was gay and proud, in many ways. “You two should be ashamed of yourselves.” But he batted his lashes and smiled as he said it.

  Leaning over Taylor’s lap so he could whisper, Owen asked, “Does everyone know?”

  “Oh, I doubt it, honey. Just me. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off either one of you. Ah, interested in a little ménage in the bathroom?”

  After a deep low chuckle, Taylor replied, “No, darlin’, I’m afraid we’re exclusive.”

  “Oh, too bad for me. It was fun watching you boys anyhow. Bye!”

  As he wiggled off, Owen gasped at Taylor and exclaimed, “Shit. I can’t believe he knew.”

  “He’s gay, Owen. No one else would know.”

  Gulping his wine, Owen said, “Man, I am glad we’ll soon be done flying. The novelty has left. It’s really draining.”

  “It is, babe. And soon it’ll be history.”