Love At First Flight | BL ⚣

✈️ 11000 ft. ✈️

I take back everything, absolutely everything I said about First Officer Murphy-Kudo, despite him laughing about when we were trapped in the damn lavatory and also for getting my head stuck in a suitcase!

I still can't believe that Hiyama is in my house! This all started earlier, on that measly flight back to Tokyo. Positive part of this? Nobody saw us, and the boys covered us up. Negative part? We got stuck in the damn lavatory!

Better to pretend that incident didn't happen and move on to the present. At this exact moment, we're watching Top Gun on television while we caress each other. I'm almost asleep, tiredness hits me all at once, but I try to stay awake, precisely because this chance with Hiya was too difficult to get for me to let go of that easily. The only thing I did was get home and take a shower, and Hiya did the same. I don't want to go on a date when I'm dirty.

I find it strange that he, much bigger than me, is the most affectionate between the two of us. Strange in the sense of: no one has ever been affectionate with me before. Being in someone else's arms while watching television is unheard of, it's the kind of thing I only thought was possible in movies or even weddings.

And it's so good to be in those strong, warm arms...

"We should have dinner at a restaurant next time," he suggests, without taking his eyes off the television, "It's not cool for a first date to eat frozen food."

I try to exempt myself from responsibility.

"Hey, it's not my fault!"

"I know, if it were at my house I wouldn't even have the frozen option, I swear!" Hiyama mocks, pulling me into a cuddle. "I owe you that."

We sat in silence watching the end of the film. The darkness in my living room is more reminiscent of a cinema, and here we can have all the privacy in the world.

The film ends, but we remain awake. I thought of something, and then I laugh.

"Is this your favorite movie?" I question and Hiyama confirms, which makes me laugh even more, "Right, I've never seen any romance between Tom Cruise and the blonde girl there."

"What?"

"I'm being real," I explain, letting my laughter carry me away. "This movie is more of a homosexual propaganda than a straight one! Or do you think a bunch of shirtless guys playing volleyball, flying together and everything, will appeal to little girls? Of course not! When I was young and saw this film, I fell in love with Tom Cruise, he's too gay for me."

My argument manages to catch him off guard.

"Do you really think so?"

"Hiya, this movie is a little suspicious. Maverick and Iceman flying together, shirtless, playing volleyball? This is more like a forbidden romance plot than a straight story. And that code of conduct? It seems more like a life motto for couples than for pilots, and you understand it very well from pilots."

"I don't say I understand—"

"I don't know, but I think Maverick and Iceman had a deeper relationship than just navy pilots." I confirm my point as our fingers intertwine. "And there's no point in insisting."

"Okay, you made me see the movie differently now," he laughs, looking for the remote control.

This is the most unbelievable fairy tale I've ever seen. Bringing Hiyama to my house may sound a little desperate, but we are having a moment together, it's our date. Earlier, we ate lasagna while we talked, and then the idea for the film came up. I just didn't expect Hiya to have such a gay film as his favorite.

"Alright, now that we agree that Top Gun has a queer vibe, what do you think about choosing a film that really represents your taste?" Hiyama suggests, giving a mischievous smile.