Stories of LITA 5

II - The mile high club 1/2

"We have a celebrity in first class this time," Fah said, as he and his twin prepped for their flight from Seoul to Bangkok. "Neither the first time, nor the last," Phayu said curtly, least interested in irritating passengers who flaunted their celebrity status unnecessarily and fussed around, throwing tantrums and annoying the crew as well. "True that," Fah said, going back to his checks, knowing that his brother was a stickler for procedure, and if anything went wrong, he wouldn't care who it was, there would be a head on a platter. The two brothers worked in silence, having done this pre-flight safety check a million times together. They always preferred to fly together. That way, they could share a room and ensure their peace. The shared room was the perfect way to dissuade clingy airhostesses from popping in and trying to hook-up.

Fah was an Omega and already in a long-term relationship with a model, whom they had known long, and both kept their relationship quiet, knowing that even Chai was at the peak of his career, and did not want any leaks. As for Phayu, who was an Alpha, he was not interested in any relationship as of now. He was more interested in ensuring his career took off (no pun intended) well. So, no one was welcome in his life, despite his parents wanting to hear some good news from him. Phayu was a Theerpanayakul through and through, so he was never going to settle, but with various members of his family in various scattered businesses, just finding time for them was hard enough. He definitely didn't want to add a partner in the mix.

After a smooth take-off, Phayu decided to use the washroom. He had just stepped out when the head steward, Sig, another good friend, and a beta, stepped up. "Phi, the celebrity fellow in first class wanted to meet you," he said, his tone making it clear that he was enamoured, but would guard Phayu's privacy if that's what the man wanted. Phayu frowned. He was absolutely not interested, but courtesy needed to be followed. He didn't want complaints going against him in any manner. So he stepped into first class with Sig, only to stop short when he saw the passenger. The boy (with those looks, he definitely wouldn't be more than 18 or 19 for sure), clearly an Omega, smelling of lavender and rosemary, who was dressed in blue cuffed joggers and a blue crop sweatshirt, wearing glasses, his black hair flopping all over his eyes, looked up and smiled, and Phayu was totally and completely a goner.

"Hello Khun," the boy said softly, jolting Phayu out of the fantasy he had been building in his head. "Khun," he replied, matching the boy in tone. "I just wanted to thank you for such a smooth take-off. I have slight motion sickness, but I have to travel a lot. It gets scary when the start of the flight has been bad, and it has been often happening. But with you, it was amazing. So thank you," he said, waiing politely. Now Phayu was even more struck. The boy was beautiful, yes. But he was polite too! And Phayu had to bite the inside of his cheek from responding the way he wanted to. It wouldn't do to pop a boner right here, right now, would it?

So he smiled blandly. "I am glad Khun. Hope you continue to have a good flight," he said, nodding and rushing away, back to the cockpit. Could he be any more lame? And why the fuck was this thing called a cockpit? His cock was in a pit, and he hated it! Ughhh! Maybe he should have gone and taken care of it before coming back. He frowned, smoulder increasing in intensity. Fah took one look at his brother and wisely decided to keep quiet. He wondered what had happened but knew that asking Phayu anything when he was in this mood was akin to inviting disaster.