*On the Plane to Funkytown*

[i_got_5_meters]

His Vati had questioned where he was going and Feliciano had tried to get him to stay by crying and making him pasta, but Gilbert already had his mind made up and was on his way out the door. His bruder's boyfriend was always the clingy type, even with him. It was weird sometimes, but the little guy was adorable and was somehow able to put up with

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[viva_la_francis]

Francis got the the airport a little early and rented Gilbert a red Peugeot Cityscape to match his black one and he parked it next to his own in the parking spot in the garage. He then went in to the baggage claim area to wait for his friend to come in from his flight.

It was quite COLD outside and Francis was bundled up with thermals under his dashing leather gear. His long blond hair loose over his shoulders as he cut a debonair figure standing up against a pillar waiting for Gilbert.

He saw quite a few men and women checking out his unparallelled good looks and he didn't disappoint with outrageous return flirtation.

Arthur would have been pissed off had he seen ANY of this. He was a rather jealous boyfriend and Francis' flirting was ALWAYS a point of conflict between them.

It didn't help that Francis has slept with more people than he could count (Or in some cases even remember!) and he had a bit of a Casanova reputation. But he was a FAITHFUL boyfriend, one at a time (Unless it was a BTT menage a tois after lots of alcohol... those didn't count, those were just friends with benefits nights of fun and mornings of hangovers after...)

Arthur was his current ONE and he intended to keep it that way, but what Arthur didn't see didn't hurt him so Francis flirted with anything with a pulse as he waited for Gilbert's plane to land.

[i_got_5_meters]

It wasn't going to be a long flight, so Gilbert knew he had to work his charms in good time if he was going to have any fun before landing. He unzipped his red fleece jacket and comfortably rested in his seat with his arms tucked behind his head, the fabric of his well-fitting shirt shifting just enough to show off his lean frame. Had to show off the goods, right? Within moments he heard the gentle tap-tapping of the flight attendants's heels approaching down the wide isle, stopping next to his seat. He felt her tuck the complimentary pillow and blanket into the space between his leg and the arm rest and he had to try his damndest to stop the grin from spreading farther across his pale face.

"In the left bathroom, lights off. Ten minutes, si?" A smooth, feminine voice purred against his ear, and Gilbert cracked an eye open ever so slightly to catch a glimpse what had to have been one of the nicest racks he'd seen to date. The girl's perfume lingered next to him as she left to continue her rounds.

Ten minutes later Gilbert left his jacket at his seat and slowly made his way to the bathroom on the left side of the cabin, making sure to leave the lights off as he sat himself atop the slight bit of a counter in anticipation of what was to come.

Two minutes later a breif shot of light entered the enclosed space as another body entered the restroom with him. Gilbert's skin tingled in anticipation and he was about to open his mouth to say something when a finger on his lips urged him to silence. He felt hands against his hips and the button of his jeans being popped open before the mysterious hands urged the top of his pants down to just a ways. Gilbert winced slightly at the change of pressure on his newly inked backside, but that was the least of the things on his mind. Before he could wrap his mind around what exactly was going on, he felt his famed "5 meters" treated to a warm, delicious, heat that he hadn't experienced in a long time (since the last drunken BTT escapade!). A whispered curse in German escaped his lips and he gripped the counter tightly. Damn, she was good!

He had no idea how long they were in that bathroom for, but he felt himself let go into the mysterious waiting mouth that was on him and settled back against the mirror in an attempt to catch his breath. Gilbert's eyes were closed so he didn't see the figure leave before he hiked his jeans back up and exited the restroom. The rest of his flight was spent in satiated slumber.

Once again donning his jacket and retreiving his carry on bag, Gilbert trooped slowly behind the rest of the passengers as they made their way off the plane. Just before he was able to exit, however, he felt a hand firmly grasp hold of the not-sore side of his ass, lingering just a bit before letting go. "Good time, kid." Gilbert turned his head to check the source of the voice because it certainly didn't sound anything like the girl who'd told him to meet her in the restroom at all. What he saw looking back at him had him plenty surprised.

The stunned, but not entirely put-off, albino quickly bundled himself up in his coat before hurrying out to the terminal to meet up with Francis. His heart finally rose in releif when he saw his friend, the shameless flirt, waiting for him by the pillar.

"Dude, you would NOT believe the flight I just had..."

[viva_la_francis]

Francis hugged Gilbert tightly and kissed both cheeks in greeting. "I would mon cher and tous les détails croustillants ((I want all the juicy details))" He said as he tossed Gilbert a helmet.

"But after we get back to my Apartment. It's cold outside today and I have food and beer waiting." Francis said leading them out and once on the bike drove them to the 6ème Arrondissements St. Germain area of Paris. It was trendy and wealthy and full off upscale boutiques and restaurants and Francis' gorgeous apartment was above his Mother's Restaurant.

He got Gilbert installed in an elegant Guestroom, tossed his friend a Beer, fixed himself some warm mulled wine and then purred over the rim of his glass.

"Now... tell me everything."

[i_got_5_meters]

"Effin' Eh, man, effin' eh." Gilbert chuckled as he gladly hugged his friend back. Somehow the guy always seemed to smell like roses.

Francis wasn't joking. It was most definitely cold outside and, in typical Gilbert fashion hadn't dressed the part. He had his fleece jacket, and he'd be able to make due with that he supposed. Once the alcohol got into his system it wasn't goign to matter anyway. "Beer?" Gilbert deftly caught the helmet Francis tossed him, his pale ears perking up at the prospect of good drink.

The ride through Paris to his friend's apartment was just as he'd remembered it. He wondered just how many of the shopkeepers and passersby were cringing at seeing the two infamous figures zooming past them along the cobbles.

Once again with swift and well practiced hands, Gilbert caught the profferred beverage. "Alright. So first off...getting your rocks off at 36,000 feet is pretty damned awesome." He started with a smug grin.

[viva_la_francis]

"It's better in the Captain's cabin or the Galley. The Bathrooms just leave no room for good play." Francis remarked... of COURSE he had been there done that already, it was FRANCIS, I have more notches in my bedposts than all the cogs in Big Ben, Gilbert was talking to. But he left his comment vague and listened with a look on his face that was obviously... "Well, do give me the details of who, what and we already know where already."

[i_got_5_meters]

"So yeah," Of course Francis would already know all about in-flight nookie, but that wasn't the half of this story. "There was this really hot flight attendant that was giving me the eye the whole time she was giving the pre-flight speech. I tell you, she had assets that would even make YOU turn your head."

Gilbert downed the rest of his beer, a drop or two trickling out the sides of his mouth and down along his pale throat. It was actually pretty damn good beer. "So hot tits comes up to me while I'm sleeping and whispers in my ear like she wants in my pants right then and there. She's all like 'meet me in the bathroom in ten minutes', and of course I do it. I mean...wouldn't you? Okay, so I wait for her in the bathroom with the lights off for a few minutes and this person comes in, and starts undoing my pants. I'll give them props. It was a fucking GREAT blowjob. Neither of us said a word. They just swallowed and left."

Wiping himself off, Gilbert swept a hand through his choppy hair and continued with his story. It wasn't like him to talk this long in one sitting without awesomes and swearing, but this story warranted it. "That's not the fucked up part though. On my way out of the plane, one of the flight attendants grabs my ass and thanks me for a good time. I know my 5 meters is the shit, so I was going to turn around and get one last look, but...it was a dude!"

[viva_la_francis]

"Fellatio is an equal opportunity sport." Francis chuckled "It can be an art form when done right." He added with a wink as he finished his wine and stood.

"Now come eat I made food to go with that beer." Francis said leading Gilbert into the Dining room and disappearing into the kitchen. He returned with Foie gras with mustard seeds and green onions in duck jus:



"Eat up, and tell me how Italy was for Christmas." Francis said sitting down with his own meal across from Gilbert at the table.

[i_got_5_meters]

"I mean, it was a dude that wasn't you or Toni when we get way too smashed to care what we're doing. I've got no problem with it in the end. Hell, if the head was THAT good, who gives a damn where it comes from, right? It was just one hell of a trip, that's all."

Like an automatic human garbage disposal, Gilbert's mouth immediately started watering when Francis came sauntering out of the kitchen with yet another culinary masterpiece. It was the first non-pasta, non-tomato meal he'd eaten in what felt like FOREVER.

"Italy for christmas?" Gilbert started as after spearing himself a piece of the tender foie gras. "Toni was supposed to be my bro, but he was too busy with his 'Lovi', and the combined Vati's were doing gott knows what. Luddy as always went around like he had his beloved 'herr schtick' up his ass whenever he and Feli weren't locked away in their room. Feli was the only person who hung out with me at all when bruder was out being responsible and bailing me out of trouble. You know me? I'd get bored, try getting drunk, and see what kind of shit I could get up to in town. Same scheiße, different pile. What about your christmas away from old eyebrows?"