Mile High Club
Title: Mile High Club
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Summary: Ian and Anthony get a little frisky on an airplane.
Author's Notes: I was in the mood to write some mindless smut. It takes too long to establish the relationship every single fic, which is what I always do. They just need to have hot passionate sex right away, so that’s what I wrote. xD
Previous Chapters: One-shot
Ian washed his hands in the sink of the airplane bathroom. He nearly tripped as the plane jostled a bit. He and Anthony were taking a flight to New York for some business. He wasn’t entirely comfortable on airplanes and every time they had turbulence he felt like they’d plummet out of the sky. Honestly, he didn’t believe that, but his nerves wouldn’t cooperate.
After he splashed some water on his face, Ian opened the bathroom door. He jumped back as Anthony, who had apparently been standing outside the door waiting for him, pushed his way into the bathroom. Anthony immediately closed the door behind him and winked at Ian. Ian squished himself up against the wall, since the small bathroom was not meant for two people.
“Why’d you come in here?” asked Ian. “If you really had to go, you could have waited for me to get out first.” He tried to brush past Anthony and leave, but he was held back by Anthony.
“I came here for you.” Anthony gave him a playful smirk as he moved in for a kiss.
Ian pushed him away before their lips could meet. “You want to do that here? We’re on an airplane, if you haven’t noticed.”
“But that’s what makes it exciting,” said Anthony as he ran his fingers down Ian’s arm. “Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to join the mile high club?”
“Honestly, I can say that I haven’t.” Ian tried to side-step around Anthony, but was stopped again. He really wasn’t in the mood for this. Sex in a public place was dangerous, no matter how much of a turn-on Anthony thought it was. Ian didn’t want any part of it this time.
All of Ian’s say in the matter was taken away as Anthony forced him up against the wall and pushed their lips together. Anthony’s tongue darted into Ian’s mouth as his hand made its way down to Ian’s crotch. Ian groaned as Anthony rubbed his dick through his jeans. Maybe sex on an airplane wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
Air seeped into Ian’s lungs as Anthony pulled away. He immediately grabbed Ian’s shirt and tossed it aside, followed by his own. Their shirtless bodies pressed up against each other as Anthony’s hand fiddled with the buttons on Ian’s jeans. He deftly undid them and practically tore Ian’s pants off. Anthony didn’t hesitate to drop his pants to the floor too.
The two locked lips again and grinded their bodies together. Ian moaned softly at the friction of his erection brushing up against Anthony’s. Anthony pulled away just as quickly again and hungrily eyed Ian, especially his dick. Ian licked his lips a bit and suggestively pointed his eyes down towards his own dick. Hopefully Anthony would take the hint and give him a blowjob.
Anthony ran his hand down Ian’s chest until he was mere inches away from Ian’s dick. He then pulled away and said, “Bend over the sink. I want to fuck you.”
Ian sighed and shuffled over to the sink. Apparently a blowjob had been too big of a dream; Anthony was calling the shots this time. He glanced back at Anthony and said, “What? No foreplay?”
Anthony smirked at Ian as he ran his warm hands down Ian’s side. “I thought we should get this over with quickly. Don’t want to get discovered, since we are on an airplane.” He winked at Ian, who just shook his head in reply.
The plastic sink dug into Ian’s stomach as he bent over it. He watched as Anthony squirted out some soap from the soap dispenser and then felt the cold sensation of it being applied to his ass. With a glance back at Anthony, he asked, “You didn’t bring any lube? That crap airplane soap will probably burn a hole in my anal lining.”
A chuckle came from behind Ian. “Well they don’t exactly let people bring bottles of suspicious liquids onto airplanes anymore. At least this is better than nothing at all, since then my dry dick would rip your ass apart.”
Ian let out a sigh and just resigned himself to lying against the sink. He knew that the first few moments would be uncomfortable, but it would definitely improve after that. Ian felt another cold sensation against his ass again and figured it was Anthony’s fingers stretching him. He was surprised when he felt a rather large object stick farther and farther into his ass.
“Aren’t you going to stretch me first?” asked Ian as Anthony pushed his dick inside him.
“We don’t have time for that. Plus I figured that you’ve had my dick up your ass so many times that you’d be looser than a gay porn star anyway.”
The two laughed momentarily, until Ian was forced to wince from Anthony’s dick being shoved all the way inside him. Anthony began thrusting in and out as Ian adjusted to the motion. The soap seemed to be working, since it didn’t feel like something had ripped inside him.
Flashes of white hot ecstasy danced across Ian’s vision as Anthony struck his prostate. He let out a loud moan, but Anthony immediately clapped his hand over Ian’s mouth. “Shut up. Do you want everyone on the plane to hear us?” He pulled his hand away, but kept it hovering near Ian’s mouth.
“You try staying quiet when someone hits your prostate.” Ian grunted as Anthony thrust into him hard. He clenched his teeth to keep himself from crying out from the pleasure of Anthony hitting his prostate again.
The plane suddenly started to shake and the intercom came on. “We are currently experiencing turbulence. Please buckle your seatbelts and remain in your seat until the captain turns off the seatbelt sign. Thank you.”
Normally turbulence would have scared Ian. If he had been in his seat, he would have closed his eyes, clenched the armrest so hard that his knuckles would have turned white, and begged to whoever was listening to end his suffering. Instead, the plane felt like it was vibrating as Ian leaned over the sink. The extra vibrations added to each thrust of Anthony’s dick and Ian had to practically bite his tongue to keep from screaming out in sheer ecstasy. Anthony had been right: sex on an airplane was amazing.
Anthony’s free hand worked its way around Ian’s body and grabbed his dick. He stroked it roughly in an attempt to jerk Ian off. The friction against Ian’s dick, the vibration of the airplane, and the pounding of Anthony’s dick in his ass was too much for Ian. With a strangled cry, he shot streams of cum into the sink.
Ian slumped over the sink, but was pushed aside as Anthony pulled out of his ass. Anthony jerked away at his own dick and his hand built up speed. He opened his mouth wide and let out a mute cry as he added to the sticky whiteness that filled the sink. He took a few deep breaths as he eyed Ian with a satisfied grin.
The plane seemed to still a bit as a faint beeping sound came from the main cabin. Most likely it was the seatbelt sign being turned off, since it felt like the turbulence was over.
“We should get out of here before we’re discovered,” said Ian. He grabbed his clothes, tossed Anthony his, and put his own on quickly. Anthony ran the tap, as he dressed, until the sink was clear of the mess they had left. Anthony glanced back at Ian and quickly opened the door. No-one was standing there, so he darted out of the bathroom. He gave Ian a look that told him to be careful not to be spotted leaving.
After half a minute, Ian deemed it was safe enough to leave without someone figuring out he had been in the bathroom with Anthony. He peeked out into the airplane cabin, saw that no-one was watching him, and calmly made his way back to his seat. Anthony was already sitting in his seat waiting for Ian with a huge grin on his face. As Ian slunk down in his seat, he turned towards Anthony, who was still grinning. “What?”
Anthony reached out with his hand and entwined his fingers with Ian’s. “Welcome to the mile high club.”