Crush

by West, Heather

  I was tying my sneakers when Danny came back into the room. He’d gone outside to make a phone call; he’d promised me that he wouldn’t play until his doctor okayed it and that was my only condition for coming with him. It was a win-win for me and I looked up at Danny hopefully as he walked in.

  “Well?” I prompted, dreading the idea that I’d possibly just kept him from playing the game that he loved so very much. “What did the doctor say?”

  Danny looked at me for a long moment and then his face finally broke out into a grin. “He gave me the all clear. He’s faxing the notice to my coach, which will probably get my ass chewed a little bit, since I already told him I was okay, but the doctor was going to let everyone know within the next day anyway. He just usually doesn’t do this stuff on weekends.” Danny shrugged his shoulders.

  I was ecstatic. For Danny it was about being able to play again while still keeping me, but for me it was so much more. This meant Danny was okay. It meant that he had a much better chance of being alright after this game and the next one than he would have if the doctor hadn’t cleared him. Finally, I could breathe easier again.

  Jumping up from my seat, I rushed Danny and threw myself into his arms. He laughed as I kissed his face repeatedly and held me back.

  Pulling me away slightly, still grinning, he told me, “We’d better get going. Our flight will leave pretty soon.”

  I nodded. Grabbing my bag, we headed towards the airport.

  Since Cindy didn’t give us a ride—I didn’t explain to her what was going on or who was in town or why I was flying out again, but did tell her that I wouldn’t be able to do girl’s night, much to her displeasure—so we had to take a taxi. Danny helped with my luggage and we went towards the security checkpoint. The line was awful.

  It took forever, but we finally got to the guy towards the front. He looked bored and unenthusiastic about his lot in life, but did his job anyway. “ID and tickets please?”

  Danny provided his first and then I handed mine over. The guy checked them, then said, “Alright Mr. and Mrs. Cassidy. Everything looks clear. You guys go on through, be sure to remove your shoes, and have a nice day.”

  For a moment, we were both frozen in shock. What had he just called us? I wondered, slightly bewildered. It wasn’t until I glanced down at my ticket and ID that it finally clicked: we had the same last name. And we’d been flirting and laughing and having a good time, not the way siblings acted at all. The man had taken one look at our names and assumed that we were married, not related.

  I couldn’t help it, I laughed out loud.

  Danny glanced over at me in surprise, but after a moment, he joined in with the laughter, too. The attendant looked puzzled by our uproarious reaction, but he didn’t ask us to explain and we didn’t offer to. We laughed halfway down the line, bumping into one another playfully.

  Slowly, I regained my composure. Elbowing Danny light, I winked at him and said, “Mr. Cassidy.”

  He grinned back at me and answered playfully, “Mrs. Cassidy.”

  We both burst out laughing again and I wondered if things could really be like this. Not just today, but every day. Could we be treated like any other couple, just as two people in love with each other, wanting nothing more than the opportunity to be together? Would anyone ever accept that?

  Danny slung an arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him again. “Hey, this is actually really convenient, you know?”

  I looked up at him quizzically. “What are you talking about?” I asked him curiously.

  He grinned and I could see mischief gleaming in his warm eyes. “When we decide to get married, you won’t even have to worry about changing your name.”

  Catching on, my grin quickly widened to match his. I added, “And we won’t have to argue over whose last name we’re going to take.”

  “Or deal with crappy in-laws.”

  “Or argue about which family we’ll visit over the holidays.”

  By the time we’d made it through security and were getting seated in the airline, I was feeling a lot better about the whole thing. Our stupid jokes made the whole situation seem comical rather than dire. I felt as though maybe it wasn’t as bad as it seemed and we could make this work in the end. I was worrying over nothing and in the end, everything was going to be okay. I knew it; I could feel it.

  I’ve flown a few times in my life, though it wasn’t something I did all the time. But on occasion I would fly back for holidays or I’d take a trip with friends. All of those trips had been nothing like this. I always flew economy, which had never bothered me before. Sure, you were crammed three across from the largest man in the history of the world and you always ended up with that obnoxious kid behind you who had to kick your seat until the flight landed. But all things considered, it wasn’t bad. Especially when you had nothing else to compare it to.

  Well, now I definitely had something else to compare it to.

  Danny flew first class. I had never really given it much thought before, but now that I was thinking about it, it made sense. Danny was a hot shot football player; of course, they were going to give him the best seats available. Probably, this all was nothing new for Danny.

  I blinked as we were escorted past economy class towards first. As soon as we made it past the curtains, my eyes grew wide. So much space!

  I followed Danny as he led the way to our seats. They were set up in rows of just two and the seats were so massive that I could probably stretch out across the both of them and lie down without even having my feet hanging over the edge.

  Danny offered to take the aisle, so he went past our seats and waited a moment so that I could slide in. It wasn’t cramped or difficult or anything. And there were only a handful of other people back here. Plus, I didn’t see a single kid behind my seat just waiting to kick at it.

  I couldn’t believe it.

  When I took my seat and buckled in, Danny came and sat beside me.

  “This is amazing,” I whispered to him quietly.

  He gave me a confused look. “Huh? What do you mean?”

  “This! You know, first class! I don’t think I’ve ever flown first class.” In fact, I knew I hadn’t. Dad and Selene didn’t fly us around a lot to begin with and by the time I was old enough to fly by myself, there was no way that I was coughing up the kind of money you had to shell out for first class. I’d rather suffer in economy.

  He took a moment to glance around the cabin and at the other seats. Took in the stillness and the spacious environment. Surely he noticed the difference.

  “Huh,” he said bewildered. “I guess that I never really thought about it. Whenever we have away games, we usually fly. Buses are really only good for in town transport. I don’t buy my own tickets. That’s the managers and gofers jobs. Not something I deal with. Guess it never occurred to me that we were flying anything but normal.”

  For a moment, I just stared at my stepbrother. Was he serious? But then I thought about it. I didn’t think that Danny had ever been flying before the NFL picked him up. Even when he went to play college ball, it was in state and he drove to and from the college.

  “Wow, you’ve never flown economy, have you?” I almost laughed at him.

  Before we could continue, a stewardess came around to ask for drink orders and offer snacks for the flight. It wasn’t a terribly long one, but it occurred to me how hungry I was all of a sudden. I reminded myself that we could eat once we landed, but I wished now that I’d had some breakfast before we headed for the airport.

  “What can I get for you, Mr. Cassidy?” the stewardess asked in a sweet, somewhat flirtatious manner that grated on my nerves a bit. She was only being friendly, but I suddenly didn’t like the idea of her flirting with him. It also struck me as odd that she knew his name. I mean, I knew that he was famous and all, but did she really watch football?

  They probably gave all the attendants his name once they boarded, courtesy of first class, I thought and had to resist the urge to roll my eyes a
t the whole thing. I made a mental note to tease Danny for being so famous and having women just fawn over him wherever he went.

  “I’d like some champagne for myself and my—” Danny glanced over at me and to his credit he hesitated only a fraction of a second before he grinned and finished, “—girlfriend. I’d also like a couple of blankets and a pillow please.”

  “I’ll have that right out for you, Mr. Cassidy.” And with that the stewardess scampered away.

  I giggled a little. Danny glanced over at me with a smile and asked, “What? You don’t want champagne?”

  I shook my head. “Of course I do, Mr. Cassidy.” And I laughed.

  Danny groaned, shaking his head. “C’mon, you’re really going to tease me over that?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. Do all the stewardesses know your name or was she just a really big fan?”

  When he sighed and let his head fall back against the headrest, I knew that they all knew his name. I laughed again, slapping at his shoulder playfully. He caught my hand with his and suddenly the laughter died on my lips. I saw his eyes, the intensity in them, and watched as he brought my hand up to him. He pressed a searing kiss on the back of it, and smirked as he pulled it away. But he didn’t let it go.

  Holding my gaze, he brought my hand down to rest it in his lap. Maybe it would have been a cute couples gesture under normal circumstances, you know, if it had been as innocent as it seemed, but Danny was very specific about where he placed my hand. It was right between his legs and my palm grazed along his manhood, twitching and erect.

  My eyes snapped away from his, jerking around the cabin furtively to see if anyone was watching. The stewardess was still making her rounds, asking other passengers what they would care for, and no one else was looking our way.

  But still, this was so risky!

  Even as I thought it, Danny released my hand, leaving it on his lap but giving me the option of moving it should I choose. When I looked back at him, I could tell that all he wanted—well, maybe not all he wanted—was for me to know that he was hard for me.

  But now that he’d started this game, I decided I wanted to play it and finish it, risky though it was. My eyes made a quick round once more of the cabin and once I was convinced that no one was looking over at us, I pressed my palm harder down onto his lap.

  Surprised, Danny let out a small grunt, his eyes going wide. “Really?” he asked, teasing and surprised and obviously very aroused.

  I only smiled prettily at him and began to rub along his length through his pants. I felt him grow harder, listened as he let out a short, quick breath of air through gritted teeth.

  “Babe,” he whispered, but I couldn’t tell if it was a warning that we should stop or and encouragement to keep going.

  I would have chosen the latter if I didn’t see the stewardess coming back our way. She was carrying our blankets and pillows and a second woman was coming behind her with our champagne.

  Clearing my throat to get Danny’s attention, he followed my gaze. As soon as he spotted the two women, he cursed and quickly shifted in his seat. His hands adjusted his own member in his pants before he crossed his legs, hiding the evidence of his arousal.

  The stewardesses reached us, all smiles, and gave us the blankets, pillows, and the flutes of champagne. Danny thanked them and I smiled serenely until they left. When they had, my hand went back to his lap and as soon as I managed to get ahold of him through his sweats, Danny jerked up towards my hand.

  “Shit, babe,” he said, but he hardly sounded upset about it.

  He did grab one of the blankets though and spread it out over his lap, covering up his raging hard-on and my hands that so carefully and so deliberately encouraged it.

  Maneuvering my hand beneath the blanket, I managed to find the edge of his sweats and slipped my hand beneath them to find his warm, bare skin. He sucked in a quick breath at the contact. I began to stroke him in earnest, gripping him and sliding my hand up and down his shaft.

  “Damn it, Ash, you feel great, but I want more.”

  I glanced up at his expression and saw that his eyes were burning with need. Oh, he wanted me. Bad and now.

  “Sorry, but I think we’re going to have to wait until we land,” I told him, sincerely apologetic. I definitely wanted to have him inside me rather than just pulsing in my hand.

  But then he grinned at me. “You sure about that?”

  He pulled my hand away from his lap and tucked himself back in. Then he threw the blanket off of him and got up from his seat, motioning for me to follow him. My eyebrows rose in question, but I didn’t resist. I followed him as he got up and we headed down the large aisle towards the back of the cabin.

  I realized quickly where we were going; the bathroom.

  We slipped back to the bathroom undetected—or maybe everyone was just deliberately not seeing us, either way—and Danny got the door open and went inside. I did one last quick look around to make sure no one was watching and once I was sure the coast was clear, I followed him in.

  I had been hoping that first class would have much nicer bathrooms. And they did, to an extent, but I guess in the end it was an airplane and it was a bathroom and there was only so much to be done about that.

  It was a small, but very clean area, meaning I had to squish in between the wall and Danny who was pressed against the sink. I had been hoping—and I knew that Danny had been, too—that there would be enough room to angle our bodies to the point where he could slide into me without much problem, but that was apparently not going to happen.

  No way there was enough room for that.

  Still, he was so hard and I was turned on and we were here… I wanted to do something at least. So I dropped to my knees.

  He already jerked his sweats down by the time I got there and opening my mouth wide, I swallowed him whole.

  “Oh, fuck!” he cried out and I pulled away from him, letting his hard cock slip from my lips so that I could look up at him pointedly.

  “Keep it down,” I told him and before he could answer, I leaned forward again, popping the mushroom shaped head of his dick into my mouth once more. I heard him suck in a tight breath, but he was clearly making an effort to keep his voice down.

  I sucked at him, my tongue stroking his shaft as my cheeks pressed against his sides as I sucked hard enough to cause them to cave in a little. Danny jerked a bit, his hips bucking into my face and gagging me a little, but he did his best to keep from just fucking my face and I did my best to drive him absolutely crazy.

  My hands went up to cup his balls and he jerked again into my mouth, gritting out a quiet, but tight, “Fuck!”

  I choked a little bit but kept going, bobbing my head up and down on his member as quickly and diligently as I was able to. He muttered and groaned above me, but I couldn’t make out anything that he was saying. His hands made their way to my hair, gripping the golden strands tightly. He was trying hard not to force me down on his shaft, but he still did it occasionally. Like when I pulled back and left just the tip of him between my lips, my tongue swirling around his head, for too long. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he shoved my face down on him until my nose was pressed against his abdomen and he was so far inside me that his head felt like it was pressing down my throat. I gagged a little then, too, but he didn’t hold me there and I came up for air quickly.

  I don’t know how long we continued this, but suddenly I felt his balls tighten in my hands. His cock began to twitch and I could feel it pulse as I sucked at it. His breathing became quick and his muscles tensed until finally I felt him release.

  Hot spurts shot down my throat and I swallowed them; less mess and I didn’t mind the taste, even if it wasn’t necessarily my favorite.

  When I was sure he was finished, I pulled back, letting his soft cock slip between my lips, the head of it knocking on my chin as it fell out.

  I wiped at my mouth and stared up at him.

  “Damn it,” he said, breathless, lean
ing heavily against the counter. “You’re… god, you’re good.”

  I smiled at him and awkwardly got up, Danny helping me belatedly, his mind too out of it to focus right then. I placed a kiss on his cheek and he pulled me tightly to him, holding me for a second and whispering how he loved me, how wonderful I was, and how grateful he was to have me in his life.

  ***

  We checked into the motel less than an hour later. We were still giggling like newlyweds and laughing at everything. In those moments, nothing seemed like it could be wrong. Not even a little bit.

  The hotel was nice, very ritzy, and Danny had the guy at the front desk upgrade us to a suite. There was absolutely no problem, the man said, and he even had a bellhop escort us to our new room. That escort was probably the only reason we didn’t try anything in the elevator on the way up though there was a slim possibility that Danny was also still recovering.