First Class Action

Turbulence

Phck, how did I get myself into this shit? His shaft was solid in the tight, silky pouch. The weeping pink head was peeping out of the tight, elastic waistband. The string had returned to rub uncomfortably between his cheeks, and now he had the added sensation of the plug blocking his entrance. He squirmed, feeling the plug shift and prod his passage. He took a slow breath. It felt good. It wasn't so good that he was about to blow his load, but it was enough to bring little thoughts bubbling to the surface. Thoughts about teasing his own nipples. About touching himself. About reaching back to tease and thrust the plug for more stimulation. He pulled the thin duvet up to his chin and squirmed.

I probably shouldn't...He'd basically sold himself for the flight. It wouldn't be fair if he got off without Nines being there. Nines had paid to do that, or at the very least watch. Phck, what would it be like if he watched? Gavin bit his lip and closed his eyes as he imagined Nines watching him. Dressed in a full suit. Sipping an expensive drink. Sitting in a chair with his legs crossed. Just watching. His silvery eyes would glint with heat and ice, telling him to give him a good show. Phck, I could give him a show...He could do it in his head, at least. In reality, he knew he'd lose his nerve. He sighed softly as he leaned back into the pillows, stroking a teasing hand over his pecs as he imagined Nines watching him with cool eyes.

He shifted a little beneath the covers, rocking his hips up as he felt a gentle buzz fill his passage. His thighs parted as he planted his feet on the thin mattress. He brought up his free hand, using both of them to stroke and tease his pecs. His thumbs paused to press and circle his hardened nipples, sending tingles shooting down to his straining cock. He could already feel a warm spot forming on his pelvis where his tip was weeping. The buzzing paused a while, leaving him warm and wanton as he continued to tease his nipples, thinking of Nines watching with an almost disinterested air. A shiver ran through him as he imagined those silvery eyes roving up and down his almost naked body. Naked but for the small G-string he'd been gifted.

Gavin licked his lips and turned his head as he slowly trailed one hand down to his abs. His workout regime was working. He could feel the muscles coming together in the faintest outline of a sixpack. He didn't intend for it to become obvious. He wasn't a bodybuilder or anything like that. He liked to be toned, but not so much that he'd put anyone off. He circled his fingers across the firm muscles and caressed his navel, slipping lower to his pelvis. He took in another breath as the vibrations started again, almost as if Nines were really watching and encouraging his progress. He imagined that was the case. The sinful smirk that would tug Nines' lips as he pressed the button and watched him writhe. He gasped and blinked his eyes open as a phone rang. He looked around, almost in a panic, until he remembered there wasn't a phone. He fumbled with the remote until he found the accept button.

"Hello?" He tried not to sound too flustered as he held the remote in one hand and looked up at the white ceiling, where the reading lights and emergency gas supply were stowed. The main lights had been dimmed for the evening, leaving just the glittering star patterns down the aisles to light the way. A small sound escaped his lips as the vibrations grew stronger, teasing his entrance and quivering walls. His shaft twitched at the attention, but remained trapped within the snug material. His heart stuttered as he waited for the caller to speak, panicking that they may have heard his stifled whines.

"Hello, Gavin...Are you enjoying yourself?" It was Nines. Gavin almost sighed in relief, though that was short-lived as another buzz filled his passage. Phck...There was something more exciting about those little buzzes now that Nines was on the phone listening. It was almost like the feeling of being watched. He could just imagine Nines relaxing in his own private pod. Sitting primly in the chair. His seatbelt securely fastened as the plane shook. One hand resting on the armrest as the other reached for the waistline of his pants. "Are you touching yourself?" Gavin was hesitant to answer, unsure which answer Nines was hoping for. "Hmm?" Teasing phck!