Fic: Tray Tables and Seatbelt Signs 2/2
Flight 815: DFW to SEA
“Miss me?” Jim asks as he strolls onto the flight, his bag on his back, and greets Spock.
Spock’s eyes get softer when he sees Jim, his lips lifting ever so slightly at the side, to show that he isn’t that put out Jim is back. “It is quite fascinating how you constantly manage to be on flights I am working on.”
“Maybe it's fate,” Jim says with a wink before being moved along by McCoy.
…
Jim finds himself sitting next to the cutest blonde girl he’s seen in a while. She’s all legs and smells amazing.
Jim says hi and the Australian accent that comes from her makes Jim’s eyes light up with interest.
“What part?” he asks casually.
“Cairns. Where are you from?”
“Iowa. It’s not very interesting compared to someone who has the Great Barrier Reef on their door step.”
She lets out a small giggle and lifts up her hand to be shook. “I’m Megan.”
“Jim,” he replies, taking her hand in his and shaking.
Jim’s eyes catch Spock’s as he walks past, his gaze hard and a little annoyed as he looks at Megan. Jim shrugs it off and continues flirting to the best of his ability, which includes a lot of complimenting and joking around.
By the time Spock comes down the aisle with his drinks cart, Jim and Megan have become fast friends.
“How did you manage it?” Jim asks in awe.
“Well, you just go down completely naked with a tank on your back and go at it.”
“Isn’t it weird having loads of fishes swimming around you whilst you’re having sex?”
Megan laughs and shakes her head. “You kind of don’t notice. Although, it’s weird that you can’t hear the other person but only yourself breathing into the scuba gear.”
Jim smiles. “You’re my new hero. That’s definitely on my to-do list.”
Megan smirks and glances behind her to the bathroom. “You ever joined the mile high club, Jim?” she asks suggestively, her hand landing firmly on his thigh.
Suddenly a small amount of water and ice falls onto her lap causing her to let out a shriek as it seeps into her jeans. She looks up to where Spock is standing, an empty plastic cup in his hand.
“I apologise, I must have slipped.”
Megan sighs and stands up, grabbing some napkins that Spock offers her, and heads back to the bathroom to clean herself up.
Jim looks at Spock, eyebrow raised with amusement. “Slipped, huh?”
“Would you care for a beverage, sir?” Spock asks, ignoring the knowing smirk that’s plastered across Jim’s face.
“Sure, I’ll have a coke.”
Spock grabs a can and instead of pouring out half of it into a cup and giving it to him, he gives him the whole can and a cup. Jim takes this as a sign that he is officially Spock’s favourite passenger, and that maybe, just maybe, he wants to bang him.
When Megan comes back, Jim tells her that he’s got one hell of a crush on the flight attendant that poured water into her lap so he’s not interested. She smiles understandingly, and they spend the next hour discussing cock. Jim knows that if his mind wasn’t so preoccupied with Spock, he could have fallen a little bit in love with her.
Flight 17: LGA to LHR
Jim shuffles his way down the aisle in the business cabin, a large pillow under his arm as he reads the seat numbers above the chairs.
“We’re here,” Jim says brightly, standing back and letting McCoy slide in to the seat next to the window. It’s become a routine. At first, they’d switch between who had the window seat and the aisle, but now McCoy knows that Jim will always want to be an aisle seat when a certain flight attendant is working.
“God, I’m tired,” Jim mumbles as he collapses into his spacious seat, his pillow in his lap as he yawns widely.
McCoy looks at his watch. “It’s 10pm. No doubt they’ll try and shove a meal down our throats in an hour’s time.”
“I’ll probably turn it down. Man, I cannot wait for this flight to get going,” Jim says, fluffing his pillow and shoving it behind his neck.
“You not planning to flirt your way through the night?”
“Nah. I look fucking adorable when I sleep. Should work like a charm. And on top of that, these sweatpants don’t leave a lot to the imagination,” Jim says lewdly, widening his legs and waggling his eyebrows at his friend. McCoy’s eyes flick to Jim’s crotch for a split second before his face screws up in disgust.
“Do you ever wear underwear?”
“What can I say, I’m a free spirit.” Jim’s eyes light up when Spock walks down the aisle, eyes fixed on Jim.
“Good evening, Jim,” Spock says as he comes to stand by Jim’s seat. Jim shifts and opens his legs a little wider. He smiles when he sees Spock’s eyes slide down to his crotch for a moment.
“Evening. You alright?”
“I am well. I find myself no longer surprised to find you on my flights.”
“I know how to win a guy over.”
“Indeed?” Spock asks, his eyes soft and amused. It sends a tingle down Jim’s spine.
Spock makes his excuses and starts preparing the cabin for when the plane pushes back. Jim settles back in his seat, moves his pillow to a better position, and rests his cheek on it, willing sleep to come to him. He’s hovering on the edge of sleep when he becomes aware that the engines are starting up and they’re about to head down the runway. Jim turns his head and rests it on McCoy’s shoulder, his hand finding McCoy’s to offer some comfort for his poor friend who is no doubt counting the number of things that can go wrong on take-off.
Jim slips into sleep shortly after they’ve levelled out, his hand still wrapped around McCoy’s tightly and his face nuzzling against the soft shoulder.
…
When Jim wakes up, he realises that the cabin lights have been dimmed and the only sounds are that of the loud engines. Jim screws up his face when he pulls his head up off McCoy’s shoulder and a string of saliva follows the movement. He cringes when he notices the large wet patch in McCoy’s shirt. He carefully pulls his hand out of McCoy’s grip and pushes his arms up, stretching lazily.
Then his eyes meet Spock’s. The steward is only standing a few rows away, his eyes fixed on Jim with an inscrutable expression. Jim can definitely tell he’s not happy about something though.
Jim flicks his seatbelt off and pushes himself to his feet, pulling his t-shirt down. He knows that he looks like a bit of a mess, standing there with his hair all over the place and his eyes groggy.
Jim casts a quick eye around and realises that people are either asleep or lit up with the glow of their video screens, eyes watching eagerly. He moves down the aisle to Spock.
“You alright?” Jim asks, standing opposite him, his hand landing gently on Spock’s shoulder. Spock stiffens at the touch and his eyes harden immediately.
“I must get back to work,” Spock says, his voice clipped.
“What work? We’re over the Atlantic right now and everyone is asleep.”
Spock just gives him a tired look and whirls around to head down to the galley. Jim is hot on his heels, anticipation bubbling acutely in his chest.
“Are you jealous?” Jim hisses as they reach the brightly lit galley, his eyes scrunching up for a moment as they adjust.
“Please go back to your seat,” Spock says tightly, his hands moving some of the drinks cans into one of the carts.
“No. Why are you suddenly annoyed at me?”
Spock turns around, eyes dark and dangerous. “Because you have been leading me on when it is clear you are in a relationship with your friend,” Spock snaps back.
Jim’s mouth drops open, shock seizing his body, before he lets out a small laugh. “Bones? You think I’m with Bones? Just because I cuddle with the guy and hold his hand doesn’t mean I’m with him.” Jim pauses, his face screwing up in thought as he thinks over what he’s just said. “I guess, I can see why you thought that. I’m a tactile guy with everyone, it doesn’t mean anything.”
Spock stares back at him, expressionless. Jim waits anxiously, his heart beating rapidly as he realises that maybe, just maybe, Spock was jealous, which would mean that he has a chance. After a beat of staring at each other, Spock’s gaze slips into something softer and a little more vulnerable. Jim gets an overwhelming urge to hug him.
“You have no romantic feelings for your friend?”
“None,” Jim says firmly, his eyes begging for Spock to understand.
“But you are interested in me?”
“Did you just put that as a question? I’ve been scheduling all our business meetings and flights just so I can be on your flights and see you. I think I’ve made my interest in you pretty clear.”
Spock opens his mouth to reply when suddenly the captain swaggers in, looking tired but happy as he grabs a coke can and opens it, slurping loudly.
“How you guys doing?” he asks cheerily, looking between Spock and Jim.
“Fine,” Spock says, his eyes not leaving Jim for a second.
The captain wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before offering his other hand to Jim. “Captain Sulu.”
“Hey, I’m Jim,” Jim says, putting on a smile even though he can still feel the tension between him and Spock. It seems odd that Sulu seems so oblivious. “Nice… err, take off.”
“Thanks,” Sulu says, looking rather smug. “My co-pilot gave it a six out of ten. He’s from Russia, what do they know about flying?”
Jim cocks his head to the side, a smirk lifting his lips. “A lot?”
“Sure, take his side. Anyway, I better get back to him. He and the autopilot need babysitting,” Sulu says, raising his drinks can and giving them a nod before disappearing.
Jim’s face goes from amused to serious in a single heartbeat as his gaze finds Spock’s. They stare silently at each other, like they’re waiting for the other person to break and say something.
“Where are you based?” Spock suddenly asks.
Jim’s taken off guard by the odd question and shakes his head. “Huh?”
“Where is it you live?”
“Oh. San Francisco for now. You?”
Spock’s eyes light up slightly. “Same. How long are you spending in London?”
“Three nights.”
“Perhaps you will allow me to take you out for dinner tomorrow night?”
“The 16th? Definitely,” Jim says, suddenly beaming as his stomach does a little flip flop. “Got a pen?”
Spock plucks one from his waistcoat and holds it out to Jim. Jim grabs Spock’s hand, turns it over, and writes his number on it, plus a single ‘x’ as a kiss.
“Thank you,” Spock mumbles, his eyes on his own hand and the ink pressed into it.
“No problem,” Jim says with a wink.
Jim heads back to his seat with a dreamy, almost disbelieving smile on his face. He’s sure his tiredness is affecting how well he’s able to understand what’s just happened, but he knows that in the morning, he’s going to be more than a little ecstatic.
…
“Morning Bones,” Jim says loudly as he leans past McCoy and throws the window open, letting in the morning sunshine.
“Hate you,” McCoy mumbles, rubbing his eyes as he pulls the window shade down halfway.
“So, guess who is going out on a date with the super hot flight attendant they’ve been stalking for what feels like forever.”
McCoy grumbles something under his breath that Jim doesn’t catch before lifting his head and staring at Jim kindly. “Good on you, kid.”
“You helped.”
“How?”
“He got jealous of the obvious attraction we both share for one another.”
McCoy snorts. “Jokes like that aren’t going to fly when you have a boyfriend, Kirk.”
They settle into silence as breakfast is served in the form of blueberry muffin and croissant.
Jim’s got a mouth full when he turns to McCoy. “What should I wear?”
“Clothes,” McCoy says back, his eyes drawn to the map that’s displayed on his video screen, informing them they only have an hour till they reach London.
Flight 55: SAN to CLT
“Are you freaking kidding me?” McCoy moans loudly as he stands just out of the plane door as Jim kisses Spock deeply right in the middle of the entrance to the plane, holding up everyone behind them.
“Do we all get a greeting like that?” a girl behind McCoy asks, her wide eyes watching Jim and Spock make out.
“You two, stop it,” McCoy barks, grabbing the back of Jim’s shirt collar and pulling him off.
Jim smiles dreamily up at Spock. “See you later, gorgeous.”
Spock attempts to remain professional with his uniform rumpled, his hair askew and his lips swollen. “Enjoy your flight, sir.”
Jim gives him one last peck on his cheek before moving into the cabin and shuffling down the aisle with a disgruntled McCoy muttering about public decency behind him.
…
“Oh my god, I’m so happy you agreed,” Jim says breathlessly as he braces his hands on the counter top in the tiny airplane bathroom.
“You are aware of the possible heath risks in attempting coitus in such a small environment? Unforeseen turbulence poses the biggest risk to your safety,” Spock says steadily, his voice professional. Jim’s body shakes with anticipation when he hears Spock lower his pants’ zip.
“Yeah, yeah. I know about all the risks.” Jim unbuttons his own pants and shoves them roughly down to his thighs, his feet jerking forward as they hit a bump of turbulence.
“Can’t believe we’re doing this,” Jim says before he lets out a sharp inhale as Spock reaches around to stroke him from base to tip a few times. “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
Spock lets out a pleased ‘hmm’ and Jim feels Spock’s erection slot between his ass cheeks, just moving up and down a few times.
“Couldn’t you get fired for this?” Jim asks, bending his knees and pushing his ass up and down along Spock’s cock.
Spock swallows and his eyes meet Jim’s in the small mirror. “Perhaps. However, I am friends with the crew on this flight and they will not report me.”
“Good,” Jim breathes out with a small moan. Spock continues to just hump Jim’s ass for a few moments, seemingly more than happy to get some friction from the dip between Jim’s ass cheeks.
“I don’t want to sound impatient, but at some point, someone’s going to have to go to the bathroom on this flight.”
“Do you require preparation?”
Jim shrugs before hopping up and down a few times to get his pants and boxers to slide down his legs and pool around his feet. “Give me a couple of fingers then you can go for it.”
Spock mouths wetly at the back of Jim’s neck, one hand sliding over Jim’s stomach and the other pressing gently against Jim’s hole. Jim lets out a pathetic, needy moan as he feels the tip of Spock’s finger push inside him tentatively. Jim moves his hands from the counter to the wall and spreads his legs as far as he can with his pants around his ankles.
A couple of fingers later, and Jim feels the blunt head of Spock’s dick press against his ass. They’ve had a lot of sex in the past month they’ve been together, but Jim has to admit the fact that they’re on a plane and that Spock is in his smart uniform makes the whole thing a little bit more exciting.
“Oh fuck,” Jim blurts out loudly when Spock slides inside in one long movement. “Oh god.”
Spock’s hands grip Jim’s waist tightly as he starts to thrust slowly, his breath ghosting across the back of Jim’s neck, making Jim shiver slightly. Spock’s pace suddenly speeds up and Jim just stands there, mouth hanging open, eyes shut in bliss, taking it willingly. He takes a hand and starts jerking himself off when Spock pistons his hips forward in rapid succession.
“Make sure you ejaculate into the sink,” Spock mumbles breathlessly into Jim’s ear as he hips continue their fluid movement.
“K,” Jim mumbles, his mind a haze as he increases the pressure and speed on his own cock. He can feel his cheeks becoming hot when he glances at himself in the mirror and sees what a state he looks.
Spock’s movements become jerky and Jim hears the familiar hitch in Spock’s breath which signals his impending orgasm. Spock pushes into him deeply, slamming directly into Jim’s prostate, and Jim bites his own lip to stop from yelling out which would let everyone on the plane know exactly what they’re doing. One more hard thrust and Jim feels his orgasm ripple through him as his body jerks with pleasure, his come splattering into the sink in front of him. Spock’s breathing becomes heavy and then he stills as his own orgasm thunders through him.
“Oh, wow,” Jim says, huffing out a brief laugh as Spock pulls out gently and takes the condom off.
Jim awkwardly bends down in the small space to pull up his pants as Spock does the same. Jim fastens his belt buckle and turns around to face Spock expectantly. Spock is adjusting his hair and ensuring his waistcoat is straight in the small mirror. Jim leans in and gives him a slow, sloppy kiss which is all tongue and has no finesse.
Jim pulls back, eyes dazed from the orgasm and a droopy smile on his face. “You’re awesome.”
“As are you,” Spock says softly in the small space, his forehead resting against Jim’s for a beat as they just bask in how content they feel.
Eventually, they make their way out of the bathroom, both of them wary of being noticed but because it’s the bathroom at the back of the plane, most people don’t pay them any attention. He does catch a few amused glances from the other flight attendants however.
Jim gets back to his seat and sits down carefully, his ass still a little sore.
“You alright? You’ve been in the bathroom for ages. I wondered if you’d gotten sick,” McCoy says, frowning deeply as he stares at Jim.
Jim grins back and shakes his head. “Oh, I am fine.” Then he shifts in his seat and cringes as his ass protests.
McCoy’s eyes dawn with realization and he turns away. “I don’t wanna hear about it.”
“Ok, fair enough.” They slip into silence for a moment before Jim turns to McCoy. “Is there some kind of card I can get that acknowledges my initiation into the mile high club?”
“Please stop.”
Jim sits back into his chair, the smile plastered onto his face not going anywhere. It grows slightly when Spock walks by and lets his hand rest on Jim’s shoulder for a split second. Jim winks to him.
Flight 741: SFO to HNL
Jim stares down to where his hand is curled around Spock’s knee possessively as they sit at the gate together, waiting for their plane to start boarding. He looks at the small, elegant platinum band on his ring finger curiously, like he’s looking at some alien under a microscope. He’s been wearing it for eight hours but it still feels odd and strange.
Jim looks next to him where Spock’s holding his phone and Jim can see the shiny glint of his own ring.
When Jim looks up from staring at Spock’s ring, his eyes meet Spock’s who’s clearly been watching him with amusement.
“Are you alright?”
Jim nods. “Yeah, more than alright. Just weird you know. I never thought I’d wear one of these babies,” Jim says, wiggling his fingers around Spock’s knee to draw attention to his own ring.
Spock stares at him for a beat, his lips quirking. “How much champagne did you indulge in at the wedding reception?”
Jim chuckles. “I’m not drunk.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes,” Jim says, turning his head and laying his cheek on Spock’s shoulder. “Maybe I’m drunk on you.”
Spock huffs out a silent laugh, and it’s one of the few noises that sends Jim’s heart souring because so far, he’s the only one who can illicit it.
“We going to have our first marital sex when we get on the plane?” Jim asks quietly, rubbing his hand up and down Spock’s thigh.
“No, we are not. We have had sexual intercourse eighty-two times in an airplane bathroom since our relationship started two years ago. I do not want the first time having sex with my husband to also be in my place of work.”
Jim pouts and turns to give Spock his best puppy dog eyes. “I can’t wait till we get to our hotel though.”
Spock sighs and lowers his voice. “I will ensure you are taken care of once we board.”
Jim has no idea what he means by that but shrugs and settles down to snuggle against Spock’s side.
…
“Uh,” Jim says, his mouth open before quickly shutting it and swallowing as he tries to keep his expression completely normal, ignoring the fact that Spock has his hand in his pants and is giving him a hand job under a blanket.
Jim smiles when Spock leans over to press a kiss against his cheek as his hand starts moving more quickly and the grip becomes tighter.
Jim vaguely looks around the first class cabin and is pleased that no one seems to have noticed that he’s getting jerked off by his husband.
“Spock,” Jim breathes out under his breath as his eyes squeeze shut when Spock’s thumb rubs against his slit teasingly.
Spock then runs his fingertips down Jim’ erection and grasps his balls firmly in his palm, giving them a soft squeeze which forces a small whine to escape from Jim’s throat.
Suddenly the hand is gone and Jim wants to shout out his outrage on his body’s behalf as he feels the almost painful throb of his hard cock lying against his stomach under the airplane blanket.
“Can I get you something to drink?” a stewardess asks. Jim hopes that she can’t see the bulge under the bunched up blanket or notice the way his eyes are glassy and his cheeks are flushed red.
“I will have water,” Spock replies, his voice steady and completely unaffected.
“Same,” Jim croaks out as his own hands curl into fists as he feels his dick give a small twitch, like it’s reminding him it needs some rather urgent attention.
Jim swears the stewardess takes at least four years to make their drinks. Jim drums his fingers impatiently against the arm rest as he tries to calm himself down so he doesn’t snap at her about how long it takes to pour some water.
She hands them their cups with a smile and Jim plasters a fake smile on his face as he takes it from her.
The second she moves to the next row, Jim puts the water on the floor and turns to Spock, eyes expectant and eager as he waits for Spock to get his hand back to where it should be. Spock sits there, sipping at his drink innocently as he glances out of the window, seemingly oblivious to Jim’s torture at not being touched.
“You trying to kill me?” Jim bites out, feeling his dick leap off his stomach when Spock licks his lips.
“You have your own hand.”
Jim’s jaw tightens and his eyes harden as he stares at his husband. “I swear to god, you will not get laid once on our honeymoon if you don’t finish what you’ve started.”
Spock’s lips quirk with amusement as he looks back at him. “That would be more of a punishment for you I’d imagine.”
Jim lets out a huff, feeling the annoying burn of frustration work its way up his body. “Please, Spock,” Jim says, not wanting to have to jerk himself off. It’s always a hundred times better when Spock does it. “I’ll return the favour.”
Jim slides his hand over to Spock’s crotch and wraps his hand around the familiar bulge. Spock bats his hand away when a passenger a couple rows down walks down the aisle to get to the bathroom.
Jim shifts closer to Spock and presses his lips to Spock’s before pulling back. “Love you,” Jim says, his eyes devoted and adoring.
That’s all it takes for Spock’s hand to snake its way under the blanket and grasp his dick firmly and start jacking it in a fast, hurried pace. Jim smiles dreamily, his eyes shutting as his body sags back into the seat as he lets Spock fist his erection.
It doesn’t take long, as he’s already too worked up, and Jim lets out a breathy gasp before clamping his teeth down onto his bottom lip to stop himself from crying out as he comes, his thighs shaking as his hips buck once off of the seat as Spock keeps up his hand’s pressure on his dick, drawing out the rest of his orgasm.
Jim collapses back in the chair, boneless, as his breathing returns to normal and Spock’s fingertips run up and down his flaccid cock affectionately.
“I’ll return the favour in a minute,” Jim says, subtly grabbing some napkins and cleaning himself up under the blanket.
“I will look forward to it,” Spock says, his voice deep and quiet as he takes his own blanket and uses it on his own lap.
Twenty minutes later and Jim finds himself on his knees in the tiny airplane bathroom, his mouth working Spock’s cock energetically as his new husband moans and grunts above him, his hands running through and tugging on Jim’s dark blond hair.
Spock comes down his throat with a loud grunt as he holds Jim’s head in place.
They make their way back to their seats shortly after and Jim moves the arm rests so he can cuddle up to Spock, who has become more than used to how clingy he can get.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“When did you know that you liked me?” Jim asks, threading their fingers together on Spock’s lap.
“I do not know. I only remember becoming… excited at the prospect of you being on my flights. It was highly disconcerting at the time. Then, of course, I assumed you were in a relationship with McCoy.”
“Well, you know the truth now,” Jim says with a sigh.
“You did slow dance with him twice at the wedding,” Spock murmurs.
“That’s because he’s a good dancer and I adore him… as a friend.”
“I overheard you asking him if he ever thought about marrying you.” Jim smiles, knowing Spock is just playing now.
“Well, there was a time, before I met you, where I did have a dream that Bones and I married. Deal with it.”
“You invited him to move in with us.”
“That was a joke,” Jim says with a light chuckle.
Spock snorts and Jim smiles, knowing that Spock has come along way in accepting his rather loving friendship with McCoy.
“He will not be there at the hotel when we arrive for our honeymoon will he?” Spock asks jokingly, voice light.
“Course not.” Jim presses a soft kiss to Spock’s cheek. “He’s picking us up from the airport.”
The End
“Miss me?” Jim asks as he strolls onto the flight, his bag on his back, and greets Spock.
Spock’s eyes get softer when he sees Jim, his lips lifting ever so slightly at the side, to show that he isn’t that put out Jim is back. “It is quite fascinating how you constantly manage to be on flights I am working on.”
“Maybe it's fate,” Jim says with a wink before being moved along by McCoy.
…
Jim finds himself sitting next to the cutest blonde girl he’s seen in a while. She’s all legs and smells amazing.
Jim says hi and the Australian accent that comes from her makes Jim’s eyes light up with interest.
“What part?” he asks casually.
“Cairns. Where are you from?”
“Iowa. It’s not very interesting compared to someone who has the Great Barrier Reef on their door step.”
She lets out a small giggle and lifts up her hand to be shook. “I’m Megan.”
“Jim,” he replies, taking her hand in his and shaking.
Jim’s eyes catch Spock’s as he walks past, his gaze hard and a little annoyed as he looks at Megan. Jim shrugs it off and continues flirting to the best of his ability, which includes a lot of complimenting and joking around.
By the time Spock comes down the aisle with his drinks cart, Jim and Megan have become fast friends.
“How did you manage it?” Jim asks in awe.
“Well, you just go down completely naked with a tank on your back and go at it.”
“Isn’t it weird having loads of fishes swimming around you whilst you’re having sex?”
Megan laughs and shakes her head. “You kind of don’t notice. Although, it’s weird that you can’t hear the other person but only yourself breathing into the scuba gear.”
Jim smiles. “You’re my new hero. That’s definitely on my to-do list.”
Megan smirks and glances behind her to the bathroom. “You ever joined the mile high club, Jim?” she asks suggestively, her hand landing firmly on his thigh.
Suddenly a small amount of water and ice falls onto her lap causing her to let out a shriek as it seeps into her jeans. She looks up to where Spock is standing, an empty plastic cup in his hand.
“I apologise, I must have slipped.”
Megan sighs and stands up, grabbing some napkins that Spock offers her, and heads back to the bathroom to clean herself up.
Jim looks at Spock, eyebrow raised with amusement. “Slipped, huh?”
“Would you care for a beverage, sir?” Spock asks, ignoring the knowing smirk that’s plastered across Jim’s face.
“Sure, I’ll have a coke.”
Spock grabs a can and instead of pouring out half of it into a cup and giving it to him, he gives him the whole can and a cup. Jim takes this as a sign that he is officially Spock’s favourite passenger, and that maybe, just maybe, he wants to bang him.
When Megan comes back, Jim tells her that he’s got one hell of a crush on the flight attendant that poured water into her lap so he’s not interested. She smiles understandingly, and they spend the next hour discussing cock. Jim knows that if his mind wasn’t so preoccupied with Spock, he could have fallen a little bit in love with her.
Flight 17: LGA to LHR
Jim shuffles his way down the aisle in the business cabin, a large pillow under his arm as he reads the seat numbers above the chairs.
“We’re here,” Jim says brightly, standing back and letting McCoy slide in to the seat next to the window. It’s become a routine. At first, they’d switch between who had the window seat and the aisle, but now McCoy knows that Jim will always want to be an aisle seat when a certain flight attendant is working.
“God, I’m tired,” Jim mumbles as he collapses into his spacious seat, his pillow in his lap as he yawns widely.
McCoy looks at his watch. “It’s 10pm. No doubt they’ll try and shove a meal down our throats in an hour’s time.”
“I’ll probably turn it down. Man, I cannot wait for this flight to get going,” Jim says, fluffing his pillow and shoving it behind his neck.
“You not planning to flirt your way through the night?”
“Nah. I look fucking adorable when I sleep. Should work like a charm. And on top of that, these sweatpants don’t leave a lot to the imagination,” Jim says lewdly, widening his legs and waggling his eyebrows at his friend. McCoy’s eyes flick to Jim’s crotch for a split second before his face screws up in disgust.
“Do you ever wear underwear?”
“What can I say, I’m a free spirit.” Jim’s eyes light up when Spock walks down the aisle, eyes fixed on Jim.
“Good evening, Jim,” Spock says as he comes to stand by Jim’s seat. Jim shifts and opens his legs a little wider. He smiles when he sees Spock’s eyes slide down to his crotch for a moment.
“Evening. You alright?”
“I am well. I find myself no longer surprised to find you on my flights.”
“I know how to win a guy over.”
“Indeed?” Spock asks, his eyes soft and amused. It sends a tingle down Jim’s spine.
Spock makes his excuses and starts preparing the cabin for when the plane pushes back. Jim settles back in his seat, moves his pillow to a better position, and rests his cheek on it, willing sleep to come to him. He’s hovering on the edge of sleep when he becomes aware that the engines are starting up and they’re about to head down the runway. Jim turns his head and rests it on McCoy’s shoulder, his hand finding McCoy’s to offer some comfort for his poor friend who is no doubt counting the number of things that can go wrong on take-off.
Jim slips into sleep shortly after they’ve levelled out, his hand still wrapped around McCoy’s tightly and his face nuzzling against the soft shoulder.
…
When Jim wakes up, he realises that the cabin lights have been dimmed and the only sounds are that of the loud engines. Jim screws up his face when he pulls his head up off McCoy’s shoulder and a string of saliva follows the movement. He cringes when he notices the large wet patch in McCoy’s shirt. He carefully pulls his hand out of McCoy’s grip and pushes his arms up, stretching lazily.
Then his eyes meet Spock’s. The steward is only standing a few rows away, his eyes fixed on Jim with an inscrutable expression. Jim can definitely tell he’s not happy about something though.
Jim flicks his seatbelt off and pushes himself to his feet, pulling his t-shirt down. He knows that he looks like a bit of a mess, standing there with his hair all over the place and his eyes groggy.
Jim casts a quick eye around and realises that people are either asleep or lit up with the glow of their video screens, eyes watching eagerly. He moves down the aisle to Spock.
“You alright?” Jim asks, standing opposite him, his hand landing gently on Spock’s shoulder. Spock stiffens at the touch and his eyes harden immediately.
“I must get back to work,” Spock says, his voice clipped.
“What work? We’re over the Atlantic right now and everyone is asleep.”
Spock just gives him a tired look and whirls around to head down to the galley. Jim is hot on his heels, anticipation bubbling acutely in his chest.
“Are you jealous?” Jim hisses as they reach the brightly lit galley, his eyes scrunching up for a moment as they adjust.
“Please go back to your seat,” Spock says tightly, his hands moving some of the drinks cans into one of the carts.
“No. Why are you suddenly annoyed at me?”
Spock turns around, eyes dark and dangerous. “Because you have been leading me on when it is clear you are in a relationship with your friend,” Spock snaps back.
Jim’s mouth drops open, shock seizing his body, before he lets out a small laugh. “Bones? You think I’m with Bones? Just because I cuddle with the guy and hold his hand doesn’t mean I’m with him.” Jim pauses, his face screwing up in thought as he thinks over what he’s just said. “I guess, I can see why you thought that. I’m a tactile guy with everyone, it doesn’t mean anything.”
Spock stares back at him, expressionless. Jim waits anxiously, his heart beating rapidly as he realises that maybe, just maybe, Spock was jealous, which would mean that he has a chance. After a beat of staring at each other, Spock’s gaze slips into something softer and a little more vulnerable. Jim gets an overwhelming urge to hug him.
“You have no romantic feelings for your friend?”
“None,” Jim says firmly, his eyes begging for Spock to understand.
“But you are interested in me?”
“Did you just put that as a question? I’ve been scheduling all our business meetings and flights just so I can be on your flights and see you. I think I’ve made my interest in you pretty clear.”
Spock opens his mouth to reply when suddenly the captain swaggers in, looking tired but happy as he grabs a coke can and opens it, slurping loudly.
“How you guys doing?” he asks cheerily, looking between Spock and Jim.
“Fine,” Spock says, his eyes not leaving Jim for a second.
The captain wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before offering his other hand to Jim. “Captain Sulu.”
“Hey, I’m Jim,” Jim says, putting on a smile even though he can still feel the tension between him and Spock. It seems odd that Sulu seems so oblivious. “Nice… err, take off.”
“Thanks,” Sulu says, looking rather smug. “My co-pilot gave it a six out of ten. He’s from Russia, what do they know about flying?”
Jim cocks his head to the side, a smirk lifting his lips. “A lot?”
“Sure, take his side. Anyway, I better get back to him. He and the autopilot need babysitting,” Sulu says, raising his drinks can and giving them a nod before disappearing.
Jim’s face goes from amused to serious in a single heartbeat as his gaze finds Spock’s. They stare silently at each other, like they’re waiting for the other person to break and say something.
“Where are you based?” Spock suddenly asks.
Jim’s taken off guard by the odd question and shakes his head. “Huh?”
“Where is it you live?”
“Oh. San Francisco for now. You?”
Spock’s eyes light up slightly. “Same. How long are you spending in London?”
“Three nights.”
“Perhaps you will allow me to take you out for dinner tomorrow night?”
“The 16th? Definitely,” Jim says, suddenly beaming as his stomach does a little flip flop. “Got a pen?”
Spock plucks one from his waistcoat and holds it out to Jim. Jim grabs Spock’s hand, turns it over, and writes his number on it, plus a single ‘x’ as a kiss.
“Thank you,” Spock mumbles, his eyes on his own hand and the ink pressed into it.
“No problem,” Jim says with a wink.
Jim heads back to his seat with a dreamy, almost disbelieving smile on his face. He’s sure his tiredness is affecting how well he’s able to understand what’s just happened, but he knows that in the morning, he’s going to be more than a little ecstatic.
…
“Morning Bones,” Jim says loudly as he leans past McCoy and throws the window open, letting in the morning sunshine.
“Hate you,” McCoy mumbles, rubbing his eyes as he pulls the window shade down halfway.
“So, guess who is going out on a date with the super hot flight attendant they’ve been stalking for what feels like forever.”
McCoy grumbles something under his breath that Jim doesn’t catch before lifting his head and staring at Jim kindly. “Good on you, kid.”
“You helped.”
“How?”
“He got jealous of the obvious attraction we both share for one another.”
McCoy snorts. “Jokes like that aren’t going to fly when you have a boyfriend, Kirk.”
They settle into silence as breakfast is served in the form of blueberry muffin and croissant.
Jim’s got a mouth full when he turns to McCoy. “What should I wear?”
“Clothes,” McCoy says back, his eyes drawn to the map that’s displayed on his video screen, informing them they only have an hour till they reach London.
Flight 55: SAN to CLT
“Are you freaking kidding me?” McCoy moans loudly as he stands just out of the plane door as Jim kisses Spock deeply right in the middle of the entrance to the plane, holding up everyone behind them.
“Do we all get a greeting like that?” a girl behind McCoy asks, her wide eyes watching Jim and Spock make out.
“You two, stop it,” McCoy barks, grabbing the back of Jim’s shirt collar and pulling him off.
Jim smiles dreamily up at Spock. “See you later, gorgeous.”
Spock attempts to remain professional with his uniform rumpled, his hair askew and his lips swollen. “Enjoy your flight, sir.”
Jim gives him one last peck on his cheek before moving into the cabin and shuffling down the aisle with a disgruntled McCoy muttering about public decency behind him.
…
“Oh my god, I’m so happy you agreed,” Jim says breathlessly as he braces his hands on the counter top in the tiny airplane bathroom.
“You are aware of the possible heath risks in attempting coitus in such a small environment? Unforeseen turbulence poses the biggest risk to your safety,” Spock says steadily, his voice professional. Jim’s body shakes with anticipation when he hears Spock lower his pants’ zip.
“Yeah, yeah. I know about all the risks.” Jim unbuttons his own pants and shoves them roughly down to his thighs, his feet jerking forward as they hit a bump of turbulence.
“Can’t believe we’re doing this,” Jim says before he lets out a sharp inhale as Spock reaches around to stroke him from base to tip a few times. “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
Spock lets out a pleased ‘hmm’ and Jim feels Spock’s erection slot between his ass cheeks, just moving up and down a few times.
“Couldn’t you get fired for this?” Jim asks, bending his knees and pushing his ass up and down along Spock’s cock.
Spock swallows and his eyes meet Jim’s in the small mirror. “Perhaps. However, I am friends with the crew on this flight and they will not report me.”
“Good,” Jim breathes out with a small moan. Spock continues to just hump Jim’s ass for a few moments, seemingly more than happy to get some friction from the dip between Jim’s ass cheeks.
“I don’t want to sound impatient, but at some point, someone’s going to have to go to the bathroom on this flight.”
“Do you require preparation?”
Jim shrugs before hopping up and down a few times to get his pants and boxers to slide down his legs and pool around his feet. “Give me a couple of fingers then you can go for it.”
Spock mouths wetly at the back of Jim’s neck, one hand sliding over Jim’s stomach and the other pressing gently against Jim’s hole. Jim lets out a pathetic, needy moan as he feels the tip of Spock’s finger push inside him tentatively. Jim moves his hands from the counter to the wall and spreads his legs as far as he can with his pants around his ankles.
A couple of fingers later, and Jim feels the blunt head of Spock’s dick press against his ass. They’ve had a lot of sex in the past month they’ve been together, but Jim has to admit the fact that they’re on a plane and that Spock is in his smart uniform makes the whole thing a little bit more exciting.
“Oh fuck,” Jim blurts out loudly when Spock slides inside in one long movement. “Oh god.”
Spock’s hands grip Jim’s waist tightly as he starts to thrust slowly, his breath ghosting across the back of Jim’s neck, making Jim shiver slightly. Spock’s pace suddenly speeds up and Jim just stands there, mouth hanging open, eyes shut in bliss, taking it willingly. He takes a hand and starts jerking himself off when Spock pistons his hips forward in rapid succession.
“Make sure you ejaculate into the sink,” Spock mumbles breathlessly into Jim’s ear as he hips continue their fluid movement.
“K,” Jim mumbles, his mind a haze as he increases the pressure and speed on his own cock. He can feel his cheeks becoming hot when he glances at himself in the mirror and sees what a state he looks.
Spock’s movements become jerky and Jim hears the familiar hitch in Spock’s breath which signals his impending orgasm. Spock pushes into him deeply, slamming directly into Jim’s prostate, and Jim bites his own lip to stop from yelling out which would let everyone on the plane know exactly what they’re doing. One more hard thrust and Jim feels his orgasm ripple through him as his body jerks with pleasure, his come splattering into the sink in front of him. Spock’s breathing becomes heavy and then he stills as his own orgasm thunders through him.
“Oh, wow,” Jim says, huffing out a brief laugh as Spock pulls out gently and takes the condom off.
Jim awkwardly bends down in the small space to pull up his pants as Spock does the same. Jim fastens his belt buckle and turns around to face Spock expectantly. Spock is adjusting his hair and ensuring his waistcoat is straight in the small mirror. Jim leans in and gives him a slow, sloppy kiss which is all tongue and has no finesse.
Jim pulls back, eyes dazed from the orgasm and a droopy smile on his face. “You’re awesome.”
“As are you,” Spock says softly in the small space, his forehead resting against Jim’s for a beat as they just bask in how content they feel.
Eventually, they make their way out of the bathroom, both of them wary of being noticed but because it’s the bathroom at the back of the plane, most people don’t pay them any attention. He does catch a few amused glances from the other flight attendants however.
Jim gets back to his seat and sits down carefully, his ass still a little sore.
“You alright? You’ve been in the bathroom for ages. I wondered if you’d gotten sick,” McCoy says, frowning deeply as he stares at Jim.
Jim grins back and shakes his head. “Oh, I am fine.” Then he shifts in his seat and cringes as his ass protests.
McCoy’s eyes dawn with realization and he turns away. “I don’t wanna hear about it.”
“Ok, fair enough.” They slip into silence for a moment before Jim turns to McCoy. “Is there some kind of card I can get that acknowledges my initiation into the mile high club?”
“Please stop.”
Jim sits back into his chair, the smile plastered onto his face not going anywhere. It grows slightly when Spock walks by and lets his hand rest on Jim’s shoulder for a split second. Jim winks to him.
Flight 741: SFO to HNL
Jim stares down to where his hand is curled around Spock’s knee possessively as they sit at the gate together, waiting for their plane to start boarding. He looks at the small, elegant platinum band on his ring finger curiously, like he’s looking at some alien under a microscope. He’s been wearing it for eight hours but it still feels odd and strange.
Jim looks next to him where Spock’s holding his phone and Jim can see the shiny glint of his own ring.
When Jim looks up from staring at Spock’s ring, his eyes meet Spock’s who’s clearly been watching him with amusement.
“Are you alright?”
Jim nods. “Yeah, more than alright. Just weird you know. I never thought I’d wear one of these babies,” Jim says, wiggling his fingers around Spock’s knee to draw attention to his own ring.
Spock stares at him for a beat, his lips quirking. “How much champagne did you indulge in at the wedding reception?”
Jim chuckles. “I’m not drunk.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes,” Jim says, turning his head and laying his cheek on Spock’s shoulder. “Maybe I’m drunk on you.”
Spock huffs out a silent laugh, and it’s one of the few noises that sends Jim’s heart souring because so far, he’s the only one who can illicit it.
“We going to have our first marital sex when we get on the plane?” Jim asks quietly, rubbing his hand up and down Spock’s thigh.
“No, we are not. We have had sexual intercourse eighty-two times in an airplane bathroom since our relationship started two years ago. I do not want the first time having sex with my husband to also be in my place of work.”
Jim pouts and turns to give Spock his best puppy dog eyes. “I can’t wait till we get to our hotel though.”
Spock sighs and lowers his voice. “I will ensure you are taken care of once we board.”
Jim has no idea what he means by that but shrugs and settles down to snuggle against Spock’s side.
…
“Uh,” Jim says, his mouth open before quickly shutting it and swallowing as he tries to keep his expression completely normal, ignoring the fact that Spock has his hand in his pants and is giving him a hand job under a blanket.
Jim smiles when Spock leans over to press a kiss against his cheek as his hand starts moving more quickly and the grip becomes tighter.
Jim vaguely looks around the first class cabin and is pleased that no one seems to have noticed that he’s getting jerked off by his husband.
“Spock,” Jim breathes out under his breath as his eyes squeeze shut when Spock’s thumb rubs against his slit teasingly.
Spock then runs his fingertips down Jim’ erection and grasps his balls firmly in his palm, giving them a soft squeeze which forces a small whine to escape from Jim’s throat.
Suddenly the hand is gone and Jim wants to shout out his outrage on his body’s behalf as he feels the almost painful throb of his hard cock lying against his stomach under the airplane blanket.
“Can I get you something to drink?” a stewardess asks. Jim hopes that she can’t see the bulge under the bunched up blanket or notice the way his eyes are glassy and his cheeks are flushed red.
“I will have water,” Spock replies, his voice steady and completely unaffected.
“Same,” Jim croaks out as his own hands curl into fists as he feels his dick give a small twitch, like it’s reminding him it needs some rather urgent attention.
Jim swears the stewardess takes at least four years to make their drinks. Jim drums his fingers impatiently against the arm rest as he tries to calm himself down so he doesn’t snap at her about how long it takes to pour some water.
She hands them their cups with a smile and Jim plasters a fake smile on his face as he takes it from her.
The second she moves to the next row, Jim puts the water on the floor and turns to Spock, eyes expectant and eager as he waits for Spock to get his hand back to where it should be. Spock sits there, sipping at his drink innocently as he glances out of the window, seemingly oblivious to Jim’s torture at not being touched.
“You trying to kill me?” Jim bites out, feeling his dick leap off his stomach when Spock licks his lips.
“You have your own hand.”
Jim’s jaw tightens and his eyes harden as he stares at his husband. “I swear to god, you will not get laid once on our honeymoon if you don’t finish what you’ve started.”
Spock’s lips quirk with amusement as he looks back at him. “That would be more of a punishment for you I’d imagine.”
Jim lets out a huff, feeling the annoying burn of frustration work its way up his body. “Please, Spock,” Jim says, not wanting to have to jerk himself off. It’s always a hundred times better when Spock does it. “I’ll return the favour.”
Jim slides his hand over to Spock’s crotch and wraps his hand around the familiar bulge. Spock bats his hand away when a passenger a couple rows down walks down the aisle to get to the bathroom.
Jim shifts closer to Spock and presses his lips to Spock’s before pulling back. “Love you,” Jim says, his eyes devoted and adoring.
That’s all it takes for Spock’s hand to snake its way under the blanket and grasp his dick firmly and start jacking it in a fast, hurried pace. Jim smiles dreamily, his eyes shutting as his body sags back into the seat as he lets Spock fist his erection.
It doesn’t take long, as he’s already too worked up, and Jim lets out a breathy gasp before clamping his teeth down onto his bottom lip to stop himself from crying out as he comes, his thighs shaking as his hips buck once off of the seat as Spock keeps up his hand’s pressure on his dick, drawing out the rest of his orgasm.
Jim collapses back in the chair, boneless, as his breathing returns to normal and Spock’s fingertips run up and down his flaccid cock affectionately.
“I’ll return the favour in a minute,” Jim says, subtly grabbing some napkins and cleaning himself up under the blanket.
“I will look forward to it,” Spock says, his voice deep and quiet as he takes his own blanket and uses it on his own lap.
Twenty minutes later and Jim finds himself on his knees in the tiny airplane bathroom, his mouth working Spock’s cock energetically as his new husband moans and grunts above him, his hands running through and tugging on Jim’s dark blond hair.
Spock comes down his throat with a loud grunt as he holds Jim’s head in place.
They make their way back to their seats shortly after and Jim moves the arm rests so he can cuddle up to Spock, who has become more than used to how clingy he can get.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“When did you know that you liked me?” Jim asks, threading their fingers together on Spock’s lap.
“I do not know. I only remember becoming… excited at the prospect of you being on my flights. It was highly disconcerting at the time. Then, of course, I assumed you were in a relationship with McCoy.”
“Well, you know the truth now,” Jim says with a sigh.
“You did slow dance with him twice at the wedding,” Spock murmurs.
“That’s because he’s a good dancer and I adore him… as a friend.”
“I overheard you asking him if he ever thought about marrying you.” Jim smiles, knowing Spock is just playing now.
“Well, there was a time, before I met you, where I did have a dream that Bones and I married. Deal with it.”
“You invited him to move in with us.”
“That was a joke,” Jim says with a light chuckle.
Spock snorts and Jim smiles, knowing that Spock has come along way in accepting his rather loving friendship with McCoy.
“He will not be there at the hotel when we arrive for our honeymoon will he?” Spock asks jokingly, voice light.
“Course not.” Jim presses a soft kiss to Spock’s cheek. “He’s picking us up from the airport.”
The End