First Class Action

Goodbye Paris

"Welcome aboard! My name is Janey, and I'll be your host today." Gavin smiled at the pretty young brunette who showed him into his small room. A whole fucking room this time. Long distance first class was even bigger than the last one. He wasn't sure how many rooms there were, but he'd had no idea a plane could even house all this. There was a small chest for his bag, a vanity table with the chair in front and a proper bed. It was just a little bigger than the bunk from the other plane. "Your seat for takeoff is here, and your bed is ready for later. There are drinks in the small section here, along with your menu. I'll return to take your order after takeoff. Would you like a drink before we depart?" Janey asked kindly as she ushered him over to the chair. Gavin smiled as he opened the chest and stowed his bag inside, shutting the lid with a firm click.

"Sure, just an apple juice," he replied as he moved to sit in the chair. There were two windows at the head of the bed with a screen in front of the vanity instead of a mirror. Guess this doubles as a desk...That made sense for any businessmen travelling for meetings. You could probably get a lot of work done during a twelve hour flight, especially with the paid internet.

"Certainly, Mr Reed. I'll return shortly." Janey left with a blinding smile, and Gavin slumped into the chair with an almost forlorn sigh. He was kicking himself already. He should have stayed. He should have thrown caution to the wind, gone home with Nines, and let him fuck him into the mattress for the next few days. Sure, it probably would have ended in disappointment, but when had he become such a coward? He was pretty sure he could have spun a story with Fowler. Hell, the guy was constantly badgering him about the holiday he had to take. If things went to shit and he got stuck, he knew Elijah would bail him out. He huffed as he fastened his seatbelt. Too late now...This is for the best anyway...He's Eli's friend. I shouldn't mess that up...

He flicked through the menu and was only interrupted once as Janey came back to drop off his drink. Being a bigger plane, it was taking a lot longer to board everyone. Gavin was grateful for the huge armchair as time dragged on. He drank his juice and put the glass in the small holder on the vanity. He didn't want the glass to smash. He was relieved as the screen and speakers came to life with the regular announcements and safety instructions. He barely listened as he looked out the windows, watching as their plane rolled out onto the runway. He gripped the armrests as they soared into the air, swallowing and doing his best to pop the pressure out of his ears. It didn't work. He still ended up half deaf. Not that it matters...

He snagged the menu again to look through the dinner options. He settled on mozzarella and tomato bruschetta, a fillet steak with seasonal vegetables and mashed potato, and a raspberry cheesecake. He smiled fondly as he looked through the drinks and settled on a Cosmopolitan. He remembered Nines insisting how great they were. He was right; they were pretty good...A little strong, but I can have one with dinner...Maybe he wouldn't pine so much if he had a drink or two. Either that or I'll be crying the whole way home...He cringed at the thought.

The seatbelt sign blinked out and Gavin immediately kicked off his shoes and changed into the cotton pyjamas provided. The black material was crisp and comfortable, just like the other set. The set that Nines had slipped from his body with eager hands. He flopped on the bed, unsure whether he was horny or miserable as he thought about their coupling. It was the best sex he'd had in a long while. Maybe the best sex he'd ever had. That may have been down to the danger of being heard though. He hugged the pillow and turned on his side as he thought about everything that had happened after the flight.

He rolled to the edge of the bed and tugged the soft scarf against his chest. It was probably the most expensive gift anyone had ever bought him. Anyone outside my family, at least. He couldn't count Elijah in that. Elijah had bought him his last car. He'd buy him more if he let him. He often pointed out fancy houses that were for sale at a very reasonable price. Gavin breathed in as he buried his face in the cashmere, but it didn't smell like Nines. It smelled of freshly treated wool and his own cologne. At least it was soft. He continued to finger the material as he closed his eyes.