Sam was bored. Bored, bored, bored. Once you'd been fed and watered, flying was boring. Every so often he glanced up at the underside of the overhead compartment where his sax case was and thanked god that he'd been allowed to bring it on the plane. There was no way in heaven or hell that he'd check Ella with all the suitcases. She deserved better than that.
And still, bored. He'd either seen the movies or didn't want to watch them and besides, those screens on the backs of the seats were tiny. How could you possibly enjoy a good car chase on such an itty-bitty screen? And Aurelian was watching Quills, which was just too weird for Sam, even if it did have Kate Winslet in it. She was cute. Joaquin Phoenix wasn't bad either.
Sam watched Aurelian watching the movie, trying to memorize his profile and the way he tossed his head a little to shake dark hair out of his face. Aurelian let his hair fall loose like that because he knew Sam liked it; Sam had even seen him loosen the ribbon holding it back, just so some of the strands could fall forward. Aurelian had very soft hair for a dead guy. Sam's fingers itched to touch it.
Ooh. That gave him an idea. He turned in his seat, trying to get a good look at the back of the plane where the bathroooms were. No line. Good. He put his hand on Aurelian's thigh, leaned over, and whispered "Ten minutes, the last bathroom on the right. I'll be waiting."
"You'll be waiting for what?" Aurelian asked, his eyes still on the teeny screen.
"You. Lemme out." Aurelian got to sit in the aisle seat because he had longer legs and anyway Sam liked to watch during takeoff and landing.
Aurelian stood up and let Sam out and Sam walked down the length of the plane, pretending to stretch his legs. Someone was now waiting for a bathroom, so he waited behind her; then he waited for the last one on the right to be empty and then he shut himself in it.
He grinned at his reflection in the mirror, shook the kinks out of his neck, shifted his shoulders around, and then figured maybe he should size the place up. OK, it was an airplane bathroom - it was pretty fucking small. Could two people really fit in here? Maybe if one of them sat on the sink...
There was a discreet knock on the folding door. Sam slid it halfway open, grabbed Aurelian by his shirtfront and pulled him in. They had to stand right up against each other to make enough room to fold the door closed, which was fine with Sam. That was the whole point.
"Hey, cutie," he said, which was really Aurelian's line, and then he grabbed the vampire's face and kissed him.
Oh, he tasted so good, he always tasted good (unless Sam kissed him right after he'd eaten, in which case, yuck). Now his mouth tasted like those peppermint Skittles Sam had bought in the terminal and he tasted like tomato juice and vodka and Aurelian. Sam's hands drifted south, cupping his ass, and he pressed close.
"I thought this was what you had in mind," Aurelian murmured. "You sneaky boy." He grinned. "It's a little crowded in here, though, isn't it?"
"It's an airplane, dude, of course it's crowded. You think they can hear us outside?"
"I have no idea. If someone starts banging on the door wanting to know why it sounds as if someone's being murdered, then we'll know." He bent his head and kissed Sam again, a deep, intense kiss that made Sam breathless.
"Anyone see you?" Sam asked eventually. Aurelian shook his head and now his hands were on Sam's ass as well, the two of them standing hip to hip, growing hard-ons hot through their clothes.
"I don't think so. Does it matter?"
"Nah." Another kiss, some serious groping, and they turned a little so Aurelian was pressed up against the wall opposite the sink and mirror. That way Sam didn't have to watch himself humping nothing. "God, you're hot. I couldn't watch you watch that movie any more, I had to touch you."
"Did you," Aurelian murmured, one of his hands letting go of Sam's ass long enough to push between the two of them and knead Sam's cock. "You're touching me now."
"Guess I am." Sam wedged his hand between them too and now, as they kissed with increasing urgency, they tried to get each other's pants undone, which caused no little giggling because really, the bathroom was too damn small to maneuver in.
Somehow they managed. Sam shoved Aurelian's pants down to his knees, then pushed his own jeans and his boxers down, and no surprise, Aurelian was naked under his clothes. Sam just grinned.
"You come prepared," he said.
"I do." Aurelian put a hand behind Sam's head, pushed their faces together, and kissed him so hard and for so long that Sam thought he was going to pass out. His knees wobbled.
"Shit," he mumbled. His hand closed around Aurelian's cock and started stroking, while he sucked on the first two fingers of Aurelian's other hand (the one not stapled to the back Sam's head). Sam licked at them, pulled them into his mouth, sucked strongly in time with the pumping of his hand. His eyes caught Aurelian's, held them. Aurelian smiled slowly, lazily, his eyes dark now and half-closed.
"Oh... Samuel," he murmured, "harder." Sam obeyed, grinning around Aurelian's long fingers between his lips. He ground against the vampire, his hard, hard prick rubbing up Aurelian's thigh, brushing his hand. His fingers opened, pulled both cocks together, pumped back and forth. Aurelian moaned, then jerked his hand free, his mouth coming down on Sam's to make up for it.
You really didn't need a lot of room, Sam thought dazedly, as Aurelian's wet fingers trailed down his back and pushed inside his ass. He drew a sharp breath as they probed around, finding his gland and stroking over it once, twice, three times. His rhythm momentarily faltered.
"Oh god," he gasped, "oh... oh shit, yeah, do that... do that again..." Aurelian did. Sam's hand tightened on both their cocks, his other hand now flat on the wall at waist height, giving him something to push off and back onto those strong fingers.
They ground against each other, fingers and hands moving together, teeth nipping, tongues licking sweat and skin, mouths moaning and murmuring nonsense, generating such heat that Sam was sure they were steaming up the mirror. God, this was good, Aurelian's fingers inside him and Aurelian's mouth on his and Aurelian's heavy cock in his hand, throbbing and pulsing next to his, rubbing together and pushing him off the edge.
So sweet, so hot, so near... And those fingers stroking him right where it mattered, making him whimper and moan, making him tremble. He could feel Aurelian shaking against him as his hips pushed and his hand pulled, as hot little drops leaked out of their straining cocks. They were so close they couldn't move if they wanted to.
It was a good thing neither of them wanted to.
"Sam, oh Sam," Aurelian hissed in his mouth, "you're so warm, so hot against me, around me... Come for me, Samuel, come with me."
All Sam could say was "Oh fuck," as his muscles locked and he was coming on his hand. But that was OK because Aurelian's hips jerked against him and he was coming too, both of them at the same time and it was so good, it was perfect, and Sam realized he'd completely forgotten people might be able to hear them. He blinked and blushed. Aurelian grinned at him, kissed him lightly.
"My beautiful golden boy," he murmured. "You can still surprise me."
"Heh. Welcome to the Mile High Club. God, I hope no one was listening."
"Isn't that part of the thrill?"
"I guess. But when you need it, you really need it, you know?"
"And you really needed it? Really needed me, right this instant?"
"Well, duh." Sam grinned. "You're way more exciting than any of the movies. Better-looking, too."
"Tell me the truth, Sam. You were bored." Aurelian grinned too. They stepped apart as much as they could, giving themselves some room to clean up. Sam blinked at himself alone in the mirror - it would always be weird that he couldn't see Aurelian behind him - he was flushed and hot-eyed and he looked well-fucked and happy.
"Yeah," he said to the place where his boyfriend's reflection should be. "Kinda. But admit it, this was more fun than Quills."