For Take Off (Come With Me)

For Take Off, Come with Me (Part I)

He has barely gotten an hour's worth of sleep, but he's already getting called back to work. His friend Poppy, the fucker, called in sick and no one is available to take over his flight to Korea.

He himself just got off an 18-hour flight from New York, back-to-back 9-hour flight NY to Milan then from Milan to Canada, then a 15-hour flight back to Thailand, with only a night in between each country. He has finally gotten a 4-day rest day, but since he isn't dead yet, he has to report back and get on a plane from Thailand to Korea. He feels like he is about to throw up.

After this flight gets back, he's getting off work for a week, turn his phone off, hide in a resort somewhere, and finally have some alone time with his beautiful baby girl, Selena. His hard-earned Nikon DSLR he bought for his 25th birthday, about 2 years ago.

The thought of getting his toes on the warm sand and his camera in hand, he got up his bed.

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He feels so much better now that he is seated. This coach flight seems easy. Hopefully, it is since he's only had 4 hours of sleep. At least this isn't the longest flight he's ever had and they have the entire night in Seoul, before flying back in the morning. He can just feel the warm bed calling his name and it's good enough to bring a smile to his lips.

But he's pulled out of his stupor when he got passed by a disoriented passenger.

He immediately stood up to assist them, but all he can see was baby-soft skin, and red, red full lips. He clears his throat to stop his thoughts, and he looks at their eyes, the brightest, prettiest eyes he has ever seen.

This person might be the single-most beautiful creature he has seen in his life, and he can feel his arm being pulled towards the restroom.

He was pushed into the tiny space, and lips searching for his. But he can't complain and instead, head-on kissed back. They were in a hurry it seems. Impatient, tired but hasty.

"Off, off, please. I want you."

He was barely able to unbutton his pants, but already on their knees, lips half parted and their eyes glassy. They were just kissing and already this debauched. Zee wanted to see this person on their back, on black, satin sheets, and his name on their lips. But this would have to do.

A blowjob and a tiny kiss on the lips, the beautiful creature went out of the restroom as if nothing happened, and there he was, dumb struck with the best head he received in his life.

Damn.

"You were gone in the restroom for some time. Had fun?" Jimmy, one of the youngest attendants in their team decked him on the shoulder. But really it just looked like he was elbowing him for they had a good 10-cm height difference. This kid was a literal tree.

"None of your business." They had barely gotten off the plane, walking out on to the lobby of Incheon Airport, and already gets interrogated.

"Oh, come on. That was a 5-hour flight and you got sexy times. I just came from a 16-hour flight and all I got is neck cramps and a boner for my Tommy. Spill."

Zee made a disgusted face from his friend's information. He ignores him for a while, getting into the shared taxi first, before looking back at him with the most unimpressed face he can muster.

"I did not need to know that. Gross. And it's whatever. It's not like we'll meet again anyway. He was just looking for something to pass the time, I was there. Convenient."

It's not whatever. Zee has not had a serious relationship ever since he became a flight attendant. Between long hours in flight, and demanding schedules, all he can do is spend a little time with his sister and sleep. Fly, sleep, rinse, and repeat. But he can't say that. His circle has a thing for competing on, who has had the most hook-ups on flights, and he isn't ready to get fired. And that was the first time he has gotten any action anyway so, he is not ready to divulge that information either.