Your plane is going to take off soon. This is probably your last chance to be with him. Even if he breaks your heart, won’t it be worth it to have him while you still can?
Man, he really was a masochist.
Mika scanned the area, waited until no one was looking his way, and then slipped into the bathroom.
The second he did, James was on him. Mika barely had time to toss his bag onto the floor next to James’s before James pushed him against the closed bathroom door and kissed him. Hard. Mika melted into it, both hands on James’s warm chest. Next to him, he heard something click. James had locked the door.
With James’s (wonderful, amazing) lips against his, it was hard to think. Mika wanted to give in, to forget everything and have this. This one perfect moment. But there were still a few things that needed to be said.
He pulled his mouth away enough to speak. “You sober?”
James’s breath was hot against his skin, coming in pants. “Yeah.”
“You sure this is what you want?”
“Hell yeah. You?”
Mika did the worst thing he could have possibly done.
He hesitated.
Immediately, James pushed away from the door, one arm on either side of Mika’s shoulders. “You don’t want this?”
Mika felt the distance between them like a punch to the gut. “I do, but I wanted to make sure you know you don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“You think this is all about you?” James shot him a cheeky grin. “A little self-involved, don’t you think? I’m doing this for me, and for us. I’m not willing to risk getting arrested just yet, but having sex in an airport bathroom is pretty daring.” He stepped closer again. “Plus, I want you. I want you so much. I should have led with that.”
Mika exhaled weakly. “These feelings . . . They don’t make sense.” He couldn’t tell if he was talking to James or himself or both. “We barely know each other.”
“I know, but that hasn’t stopped us yet. We keep gravitating back to each other.” James pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of Mika’s mouth and looked him in the eye. “I’m serious about this. About you. Let me show you.”
The last of Mika’s reservations crumbled to dust. In lieu of an answer, he brought their lips together again.
The kiss started slow and sweet but didn’t stay that way. Within seconds, James had Mika pinned up against the bathroom door and was kissing him with breathless enthusiasm, lips and teeth everywhere.
To say Mika was surprised would be an understatement. When James sucked Mika’s bottom lip into his mouth and bit down like he meant it, the moan that poured from Mika was equal parts pleasure and shock. He hadn’t expected James to be a timid lover, per se, but he certainly hadn’t expected this level of aggression. He’d never been more pleased to be wrong.
James threaded a hand into Mika’s hair and eased his head back, exposing his throat. When James nipped at the tender underside of his jaw, Mika shivered. It was more of a tease than a threat, yet it made Mika so acutely vulnerable.
James’s mouth was hot against Mika’s skin as it moved, skimming down his neck to the hollow of his throat. Mika put both hands on James’s shoulders and flexed his fingers. As good as James’s lips felt, all this foreplay was making him itch.
“Not to rush you,” Mika said, voice rough, “but we’re in a public bathroom. We don’t have time for anything fancy.”
James sucked on a mouthful of his skin and then pulled off with a wet popping sound. “Spoilsport.”
“You’ll thank me when we don’t miss our flight after all this waiting. Or get caught.” He slipped an arm around James’s waist and hauled him close. “Besides, today’s been one long drumroll. Aren’t you ready for the main event?”
James answered by drawing Mika into another searing kiss. This one was deep and purposeful, stealing the air from Mika’s lungs. He almost didn’t notice when James started moving backward, tugging Mika along with him.
A second later, James shuffled them around and pressed Mika back. He hit something solid: the sink. James grabbed Mika’s ass with both hands and lifted him onto it like he weighed nothing. Then James stepped between his spread thighs and kissed him hard.
Mika was almost too weak with desire to breathe. He wasn’t usually one for being tossed around, but when James did it, it was wicked hot. Perhaps because James had been so subdued before. It was doubly obscene coming from him.
James was relentless. He kneaded Mika’s ass through his jeans and rocked against his thigh, letting Mika feel James’s hard cock. Suddenly, something clicked in Mika’s brain.
“Oh God.” Mika shivered. “You’re a top, aren’t you?”
James buried his face in Mika’s neck and nodded, nosing his skin. “Not every time. But this time . . . I’d very much like to fuck you.”
“Christ.” Mika exhaled raggedly. “Yes. That.”
How had Mika not realized it before? Someone as polite and contained in public as James had to have an outlet somewhere. The thought went straight to Mika’s cock. He got hard in record time, and the need that had been smoldering in his veins for the past hour burst into a roaring flame.
He wrapped a leg around James’s hips and reached for his fly. Of course, the bastard had worn a belt to the airport. He tugged at it impatiently. The sound of clicking metal and panting breaths filled the small space.
“I feel like I’m going to faint,” James breathed as Mika flung his belt open. “You— Ah.”
Mika’s hands brushed against James’s clothed erection, and James shuddered. Feeling his reaction made fresh arousal sweep through Mika.
“I know what you mean.” Mika mouthed the sharp cut of his jaw. “I’m so turned on, I’m dizzy.”
“Then we should hurry this up, huh?” James reached down and opened his fly one-handed, pushing his jeans down to his thighs.
Mika tried his best not to stare, but James had on tight blue briefs, and his cock was barely contained by the fabric. On instinct, Mika reached for the waistband and slid the underwear down, needing to see more. James’s cock sprang up like it’d been struggling to be released. It was dark with blood and veiny. Mika’s mouth watered.
James moved his lips to Mika’s ear. “Your turn.”
He didn’t need to ask twice. Mika got his pants open and pushed down in record time. “How do you want to do this?”
Looking around, James frowned. “I dunno. The floor’s probably not a good idea, same for the toilet. That leaves the sink and the wall.” He slipped a hand between their bodies and palmed Mika’s dick. “We don’t have to have penetrative sex. I don’t have a condom on me anyway.”
“I do, and there’s no way we’re not fucking after all this.” Mika pressed down on the sink, testing its sturdiness. The pipes groaned, sounding like they were warning him. “Wall it is.”
It took some arranging—and it didn’t help that they couldn’t seem to stop making out like teenagers—but eventually they got into position: Mika braced against the wall with James molded to his back. The tile cooled Mika’s face as he was pressed up against it. It was a stark contrast to the heat of James’s body behind him.
“There’s no lube,” James said by way of apology before spitting on his fingers and sliding them between Mika’s legs. He nuzzled his face against Mika’s neck, presumably to distract him.
Mika forced himself to relax as James slipped a finger into him. “It’s okay. This isn’t my first time having sex without proper supplies.”
James made a little whimpering sound against his skin. They both had their shirts on and their pants around their knees. James shuffled forward and pressed his erection against Mika’s ass cheek. “You ever have sex in a bathroom before?”
Mika shivered at the feel of him—his breath on Mika’s neck, his cock stiff and hot. “No. In that sense, you’re my first.”
“Sexy.” James slid another finger into him and nipped at Mika’s earlobe. “How’s it feel?”
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p; “Oh fuck.” Mika forced himself to stay relaxed as James’s fingers worked him open. It didn’t hurt, but they were going to need a lot more spit. “Dry, at the moment.”
James removed his fingers, spit on them again, and got back to it.
“Much better.” He struggled to think through the arousal clouding his mind. “Can you angle your fingers a bit to the— Oh.”
“Good?” James was thrusting shallowly against his ass.
Mika craned his head back to kiss him. “Yeah, just like that. You feel so good, I dunno how I’m going to keep quiet. Gonna have to bite my palm to keep from moaning.”
James rocked hard against him and trembled. He planted his face in Mika’s hair and groaned. “Damn.” He spat on his hand again and fingered Mika in earnest.
This time, the strange sensations faded into something resembling pleasure. Mika panted for breath. “That’s enough. I want you so much, James. I want you now.”
James cursed again and withdrew his fingers. “Got that condom we talked about?”
Mika scrambled to pull his pants up enough that he could reach into the back pocket for his wallet. He fumbled with it, but he managed to extract the condom he kept in one of the folds. Thankfully, he’d swapped it out for a fresh one right before he’d left; it was only a couple of days old.
“I can’t wait any longer.” James took it from him, ripped it open, and slid the condom on like a pro.
Mika was turned on just watching him. When James put a hand on the back of his neck and shoved him against the wall, Mika’s knees actually trembled.
There was a slick sound, and then something large and warm nudged up against Mika’s hole. “You ready?”
Mika pushed back against it. “Been ready.”
Once again, Mika’s expectations fell short of reality. He’d thought James would go slowly, gently, but no. James slid into him in one hard motion that rocked Mika up onto his toes. He moaned and clutched at the tile wall. His palms were too sweaty for him to get any purchase. When James pulled back out only to thrust again, Mika slipped up the tile by a full inch and whimpered.
James kissed the nape of his neck. “Okay?”
“Yeah. James, you—” Mika couldn’t seem to get enough air into his lungs. He braced himself on a forearm and angled his hips. James sunk deeper into him, and it sent electricity shooting up his spine. “Like that. Please.”
“Jesus, okay.” James canted his hips a few times, almost experimentally. “Arch your back a little.”
Mika did, and this time when James moved, they both gasped. James did it again, and pleasure flooded through Mika, thick and heady.
Words became moans as James set a fast, devastating rhythm. There wasn’t much for Mika to do except hold himself up—no small task—and try not to make too much noise. It was impossible, though, with James clutching his hips and huffing warm breaths against his neck. He was all around Mika. Against him. In him.
One expertly aimed thrust later, and James hit Mika’s prostate dead-on. He cried out so loudly, it echoed off the bathroom walls.
James nosed his ear and shushed him. “You have to be quiet, Mika, or we’re going to get caught.”
Mika tried to reply, but James pushed as far in as he could and then ground his hips. Mika couldn’t help but moan again.
Instead of reprimanding him, James let go of his hips. One hand slipped around to Mika’s dick while the other covered his mouth.
James kissed the side of his face. “Now you can be as loud as you want. Let me hear you.” He sped up his movements, and wet smacking sounds filled the air.
It was all Mika could do to keep his knees from buckling. He’d been close before, but now that James was stroking him, he could feel his impending orgasm deep in his gut. He whimpered against James’s hand, trying to communicate without words.
Luckily, James seemed to understand. He thrust hard into Mika and groaned as well. “I’m not going to last much longer. Can you come like this?” The hand that was on Mika’s cock sped up.
Mika gasped and nodded. He wanted to spread his legs wider, to somehow get more of James inside him, but he was trapped by his pants. All he could do was hold himself upright and take it as James’s rhythm became increasingly brutal.
“Fuck, I can’t— I’m gonna—” James shuddered from head to toe. “Please tell me you’re—”
Mika came with a shout that felt as though it had been torn from his lungs. He collapsed against the wall. It was only James’s arms wrapped around him that kept him from falling to the floor. The pleasure didn’t come in waves so much as one intense, crackling surge that he swore made the hairs on his arms stand on end. When it was over, he was left gasping for breath, trembling against the tile.
He might have blacked out for a second. Next thing he knew, James cried out and bit down on his shoulder, through his shirt. The pain—while not altogether unpleasant—snapped Mika back to reality. He waited until James stilled, and then pulled James’s hand off his cock. It was no longer stroking him, but he couldn’t handle anything touching him right now. Not after an orgasm like that.
After several seconds of labored breathing, James shook himself like a dog. “Wow.”
Mika nodded but didn’t speak. After another second, James eased out of him. It was both a comfort and a profound loss to no longer have James inside him.
Mika managed to pull himself together enough to grab some toilet paper out of the dispenser and start cleaning up. He was sweaty, and his clothes were wrinkled, but thankfully he hadn’t gotten come on himself. The wall had taken that bullet for him.
For his part, James threw the condom into the little wall trash can and straightened his clothes. His golden hair was brunet with sweat, and his tan cheeks had taken on a distinct pink hue. His light eyes looked dark, thanks to his dilated pupils. When they walked out of here, there was almost no chance people weren’t going to be able to guess what they’d gotten up to.
Mika slumped against the now-clean wall and pulled his pants up. It almost took more strength than he could gather. Eventually, he got his underwear adjusted, his jeans buttoned, and the zipper zipped. “Man, I could nap for like a million years.”
“Yeah, same.”
Silence fell between them. Mika struggled through a postcoital haze for words. He had so much he wanted to say, but he couldn’t seem to collect his thoughts. There was a chance he was still coming down from what was, frankly, one of the best orgasms of his life. He could only imagine what it’d be like to have sex with James when they had time to do it properly.
Imagine away. You may never get the chance.
“So.” Mika wet his lips. “That was . . .” He waved, as if his hand could finish his sentence for him.
James eyed him. “Yeah, it was.”
Mika looked at James’s wrinkled shirt, his mussed hair, the sweat still on his brow. Anything but his face.
The silence stretched on. Mika was torn between wanting to get the hell out of this awkward situation and wanting to kiss James again.
Before he could decide, James rubbed the back of his head. “Look, Mika, I don’t know what to say. I—”
Just then, they heard a muffled announcement from outside. Someone was using the PA system. Was it their gate?
They locked eyes for a beat before they both scrambled for their bags and rushed out. Luckily, the airport was mostly empty, and everyone at their gate was looking at the flight attendant up front. Their not-so-subtle exit went unnoticed.
“Now boarding passengers flying from Islip to Charleston,” the flight attendant announced. “Now boarding zone one for the flight from Islip to Charleston.”
The cheering was thunderous. Everywhere, people were scrambling to grab their things and get in line. The crowd in front of the gate was thickening by the minute. Two flight attendants had set up on either side of the terminal door, which was now open. They scanned boarding passes and ushered the first relieved passengers down the hall to the plane.
Next to him, James whistled. “Thank God. I was starting to think we were never going to get out of here.”
“Yeah.” Mika swallowed the hundreds of things he wanted to say. “What boarding zone are you?”
“I think I’m one, actually, which means I should get up there.” James glanced at him. “It’s funny. In all this time, we never compared boarding passes to see where we were sitting.”
Mika forced a smile. “Maybe we’re sitting next to each other. Wouldn’t that be a funny twist of fate?”
Smiling, James nodded. “It would, and we’d have the whole two-hour flight to talk. About everything.” He adjusted his shoulder strap and reached into his bag, pulling out a boarding pass that had been tucked neatly in the pages of a planner. “It’s as I thought. I’m in boarding zone one. Seat 6A.”
“That means you’re way up front.” Mika pulled his own boarding pass out from where he’d stuffed it into his back pocket. It was rumpled, but the seat number was still legible. “I’m 34D. All the way in the back.”
They looked at each other.
“That means . . .” James began.
A cold feeling settled in the pit of Mika’s stomach. “We’re on opposite ends of the plane.”
Earlier that day, if James had been asked what he wanted most, he would have said to get on a damn plane and finally go home. Now, however, as he stowed his bag in the overhead compartment and took his seat, he would have given anything to be back in the airport.
And the reason for that was currently shuffling down the narrow aisle with the last of the passengers. Mika caught James’s eye the moment he got into the cabin. He offered him a small smile, but as the people in front of him moved, and the people in back pressed forward, he had no choice but to sail right past.
James watched Mika go until the crowd of people blocked him from view. The plane had one aisle that bisected seats arranged in sets of two or three. James was in a two-seater near the very front. Mika was in Siberia. James hadn’t met his soon-to-be seat partner yet, but whoever it was, it wasn’t who he wanted.
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