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Oh man, this plane is the bomb.

I mean, we've got our own bed for fucks sake. And it's a huge bed. Not too mention that we have a tv, and stereo, and a toilet that is a chair, and a fucking shower, and God knows what else.

I love this plane.

I've only been on it for like two hours, and I love it already.

I've been exploring it for most of the time, checking to see how I can work my great plan into it.

Of course, the plan needs some adjustments now. I was planning on doing Brian in the back behind the curtains if I had to. Now it seems we can do it pretty much wherever we want.

Of course there is the matter of all the other people on the plane, but I don't care about them right now.

I just know that I need to do Brian, and fast.

This morning seems like a long time ago, and I just know he has a hard on.

You can see it on his face, if you know what to look for.

And trust me, I know what to look for.

I look over at Brian and nods towards the bathroom. I then get up and start to walk in that direction myself. I give him one of my infamous smiles, and I know he's mine. Not that I need the smile to make him come, but I just like to smile at him. Makes him feel all warm and tingly inside, and I want him to feel that way. I mean, that's what it's all about, isn't it? Love is about the way you make the other person feel. And right now, I know what I wanna make him feel.

*****

I knew Nick had something planned, and if he didn't when we came onto the plane, he sure has something cooking now. I can see it in his eyes, in the way he looks at me, and in the way he behaves. He's really easy to read, if you know the language.

He's motioning me to go into the bathroom, and what else can I do but go.

I notice AJ's expression as I get up and follow Nick into the bathroom. Oh, he knows very well what we are going to do, though I'm thinking he doesn't want to know.

Poor AJ, he is the one who always has to know everything, see everything, hear everything. One of these days I'm gonna have to thank him for all he has done for me and Nick. Don't know how I'm gonna do it though, but I'll think of something.

I close the door and lock it behind me, turning to look at Nick.

He's just standing there, his eyes shining and his whole face lit up with what I can only describe as happiness, love, and possibly some lust in the mix.

The room is already radiating with sexual tension, not to mention with passion, with lust and with love.

Me and Nick can make any room fell like this, and I love that.

Most of all though, I love the man standing right in front of me now.

He takes a step towards me, and I do the same, grabbing a hold of his shirt and pulling him even closer. He might be the one who made plans, but I feel like staying in control right now. There's planty of time for him and his plans later on.

He leans down to kiss me, and I lift my head, closing my eyes as our lips meet, mine opening in a second to let his tongue into my mouth.

My arms wrap around him, and his around me.

He turns us around and lifts me up like a girl. I can't say I mind, I kinda like it when he starts to carry me around. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his erection against my own. He takes a few steps, and sits me down on the counter.

Our lips didn't even part once, and the kiss goes on as he slowly removes my clothes, piece by piece.

I've given up the little control I had in the beginning. This is what I want, and I thank God for Nick, for letting me meet him, for letting me see his face, for letting me get to know him, and for letting me love him.

I also thank God for giving us humans noses. Makes long kisses so much easier. I mean, you don't even have to break part to breathe, all you do is breathe through your nose, and you can keep in kissing for hours, if that is what you feel like doing.

Right now though, that is not what I feel like doing. Kissing is all good, but I also feel like having Nick in a lot of other ways.

I have a feeling I'm gonna get my wish.

*****

I can't take this any more. This constant walking around, not being able to tell anyone the thruth.

I live a lie, we all do.

I never wanted it to turn out this way, and I know I promised that I wouldln't tell. But I don't know if I can keep my mouth shut anymore.

I know it would hurt Brian deeply, and Nick, but I just can't.

I have to do what I feel is right, and I have to do it now.

I just hope they can forgive me.

 


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