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Travel, Security, and Mile-High Flying	By : psyca Category: Weiß Kreuz > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Brad Crawford had a headache.

Not an employer-induced headache. Not a vision-induced headache. Not even a 'Farf putting rodents in a blender again' headache.

This was a full blown, rubbing the bridge of his nose, must-not-kill-him, Schuldich-induced migrane.

His infuriating team member was currently strolling through the international concourse at London's Heathrow airport, a leather carryon bag casually gripped in one hand. He was garnering notably few looks as he approached his team leader.

Which was rather remarkable, really, considering he was wearing nothing but sunglasses, sandals and a neon-pink thong.

Brad controlled his expression with excruciating effort. What the hell good was being a pre-cog if you couldn't see this kind of shit coming?

"Schuldich," he ground out as the red-head approached.

"Guten tag, mein fuhrer," Schuldich drawled. "Is our flight on time?"

"Why are you not..." about a dozen adjectives were thrown up and summarily rejected by his pounding head, "properly attired?"

"What, this old thing?" Schuldich cocked one hip and smirked. He continued when Brad clenched his jaw tightly. "These sheep," he gestured around him "don't even notice. If they look, all they'll see is my usual impeccable taste."

Brad almost snorted, considering Schuldich's 'impeccable taste' included a verdant green sport coat and blue shirt on a regular basis. He returned his focus to the near-naked man in front of him.

"Schuldich," he said warningly.

Schuldich brought his free hand around to casually flick at his nails.

"I was tired of getting searched. Do you know how annoying it is to take your clothes off every time you fly?" he said with a dismissive air. "This way, it goes much faster."

Brad's hand unconsciously rose to the bridge of his nose. He inhaled deeply, and took in the smirking man in front of him.

"Come, we're boarding."

A flicker of something passed through Schuldich's eyes before he sauntered in front of Brad towards their gate.

"Too bad I can't make you see my illusion, fuhrer. I know how you like me in white."

It took a great deal of effort to maintain his silence, as well as keeping his glare pinned to the swishing red hair in front of him.

~*~

First class was a wonderful way to travel. Discrete service, decent food, and chairs that converted into semi-private beds. Brad was looking forward to the 'night cycle' when the lights were dimmed and his companion would be quiet for a few hours.

At least Schuldich had taken advantage of the offer for a blanket. Temperature controls notwithstanding, airplanes were not warm, and illusions offered no comfort. Brad was still hard-pressed to ignore the images of Schuldich's attire, or lack thereof, that drifted through his mind.

Brad laid his head back against the seat, willing the images to subside. He was given only a few moments of peace before the mental tingling of a vision blocked out all other senses. The vision washed through him like a hot wind, burning through synapses with its unrelenting images. It left as suddenly as it came, leaving him feeling chilled.

Despite the increased intensity of his headache when the vision withdrew, Brad couldn't help but let the corner of his mouth curl upwards.

Sometimes, being a pre-cog had its benefits.

~*~

The cabin lights were dim, and in First Class the chairs now resembled bunks. A half-wall made from the television console and tray provided some privacy. The curtains that shielded each two-seat section from the aisle were more insulating.

The sound of the attendants softly cleaning up from dinner reached Brad's ears. A hushed burst of laughter followed by a gentle shush was his cue. His cock stirred in response to the sound, a feeling of inevitability doing nothing to diminish his enjoyment of the moment.

Having removed his coat and belt prior to lying down, he carefully unzipped his trousers and pulled his growing erection free from his boxers. He stroked it with a light touch, enjoying the ripples of sensation that resulted. A tube of lotion, warm from being in his pocket, opened easily, and the slick substance passed smoothly over his now-hard cock.

A sigh and shift from the bed next to him cued his next move. Rising silently, he crossed the two steps to Schuldich's 'bed' and drank in the sight of the sleeping man. He'd rolled over on his side, close to the far edge of the platform. The blanket was draped enticingly over his hips, Schuldich's movements loosening its hold on his form.

Now.

Brad slipped in behind his redhead and cupped his thong-covered groin in one smooth movement. In the momentary stiffening of the body in front of him, he shifted the back of the slender garment to the side, and nudged the slick head of his cock between Schuldich's rounded cheeks. The slight gasp in surprise and the resulting spasm allowed Brad to smoothly slide into Schuldich's familiar body.

Panting and strangled curses in German were the only noises for a long moment. Brad enjoyed the rippling clench of Schuldich's body around his erection as the redhead adjusted to the sudden penetration. He prolonged the delightful feelings by squeezing the erection under his hand through the satiny fabric in a non-rhythm, enjoying the renewed invectives the motion caused.

Eventually, Schuldich moved his head so it lay back against Brad's shoulder, panting heavily and biting back groans. Brad stayed still except for the occasional squeeze and stroke to keep Schuldich on edge.

"What, fuhrend, no foreplay?" the German quietly gasped.

Brad answered with a light thrust.

"I'm just taking advantage. Do you know how annoying it is to take your clothes off every time I want you?"

He felt the smaller man stiffen and then relax with a breathy chuckle.

"Ja, well, I guess I can't get out of a thorough inspection."

Schuldich punctuated his last words with a squeeze to Brad's cock. Brad responded by thrusting forward again, and slipping his hand into the now-straining thong. Schuldich bit back a groan, turning it into a garbled sigh instead.

Brad began a slow, steady rhythm, enjoying the clench and pull of Schuldich's body around him. The forced silence of his partner excited him, and he enjoyed his moments of control over the wild man in his arms.

He removed his hand from Schuldich's dripping erection to hook the man's top leg up and get a deeper angle of penetration. He was rewarded by the strangled gasp of his partner as he hit his prostate. Knowing this had to end soon, Brad started a fast rhythm of thrusts, passing his free hand under Schuldich's body to stroke his erection roughly.

The powerful clench of Schludich's body as he climaxed threw Brad over the edge with only a few more ragged thrusts, his muscles twitching as he emptied himself into the redhead. He let his head rest against the man's shoulder enjoying the blank whiteness of release for precious moments.

After a few minutes, Brad withdrew from Schuldich's body, easing the man back onto his side. He deftly lifted a linen napkin that he'd taken at dinner out of his pants pocket and wiped himself clean before handing it to the panting redhead. He rose as gracefully as he could, and tucked himself back into his trousers.

"I do like you in white," he said softly, with a stroke to Schuldich's pale hip. He took in Schuldich's look of startlement, and turned to return to his bunk.

As good as the vision was, nothing beat seeing that look come to pass.
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