The Mile High Club

The sunlight leaked through sunset-colored filters and tapped at the sleeping youth as his head lay at odds against the pane of the darkened window. He stirred a little as a streak of cool air bathed over his forehead and raced through strands of brunette. A yawn drew out of his mouth, and he struggled to sit upright in the seat that had been supporting him. Sapphire eyes peered over towards the companion next to him who was already awake; his head resting on a semi-closed palm propped on its elbow against the door handle.

The straight line of his mouth fell off into a frown as he watched the world slip past through the window. Matt continued to trace the line of that mouth before turning to follow the train of the other’s gaze. The colors of green grass and grey cement clashed with each other as the natural world attempted to reject the invasion of civilization. He cocked his head to the side a little and let his gaze fall back onto the silhouette that stood against the field of battle.

Blue, pupil-less eyes stared ever-searchingly against the minutest of details along the road, as if his brain ran on a GPS-coordinate system that would be damned if it couldn’t tell you what street you were on at any given second. The gaze was sharp against the window as it pulled facts from the bare earth it pierced. Matt lifted his eyes away from the contour of the other’s nose and back to those blue eyes as he wondered whether they had ever gone to sleep. He knew it was quite possible that those eyes had never once closed this morning except to blink.

Reaching his hand up, Matt tugged the seat belt a few notches loose as he leaned over to place his hand over those eyes. Mello’s bottom lip curled in a snarl, and Matt pressed his lips against that mouth. Teeth grazed Matt’s lower lip, but slowly, reluctantly the aggravated blonde kissed the other back with some amount of warmth. Matt moved his hand away from Mello’s eyes and watched as the other blinked a few times.

“When did you go to sleep?” Matt asked, leaning back in the coffee-stained seat as he pulled his cigarette pack from his pocket.

“I didn’t go to sleep.” Mello confirmed Matt’s suspicion, reaching over to pluck the pack of cigarettes from his friend’s hand. Matt turned his face slightly to look towards his companion who pocketed the cigarettes inside his pant line. “You are not going to get us dumped at the side of the road just because you felt like smoking.”

Matt looked at the thin window that separated the taxi driver from his passengers. He shifted his legs as he looked at the “no smoking” sticker plastered onto the center of the dashboard. Matt grunted in response, but settled for sinking in his seat rather than fighting the other for the pack. He figured they didn’t have farther in the journey to go.

“Why did we go this early in the morning?” Matt asked, looking at the clock face in the front reflecting back 6:15 AM.

Mello watched his companion lazily sink back into the cushion again before replying, “I have explained this to you before.”

“Well, do it again—“

“I’m not fooling with explaining it when you’re only going to ask me again when you’re fully awake and conscious.” But Matt saw the briefest flash of Mello’s blue eyes turn towards the driver before settling back onto the world outside the window. He wasn’t going to say it in front of company that could possibly trace their whereabouts.

Matt sighed, and closed his eyes. He rather wished they had taken their vehicle instead, but Mello had insisted upon shipping it out of Los Angeles to a discreet location in Japan. The pink-tinted vehicle was titled under a “Marie Bonaparte” and sub-owned by her son, “Francis;” in case anyone should happen upon the car. Mello had taken every precaution in its shipment that could be wished. Still, Matt figured almost anyone would prefer to ride the distance in their own vehicle.

“How much longer would you say you’re keeping me in here?” Matt asked, nonchalantly.

“It’s an almost fifteen minute drive left to the airport.” Mello answered, looking over the clock himself and checking the price the ride was costing them. “However, if you’d like me to stop keeping you here feel free to exit the vehicle at fifty miles per hour whenever you see it fit.”

“You’re an ass.” Matt yawned, pulling a medium-sized carry on into his lap and searching for something to drink. Mello plucked that out of his hand too and started rifling through the bag for the wallet. A brow furrowed in annoyance, but quickly smoothed out as Matt figured he was only really annoyed about the cigarettes. He could live without the bag; or so he understood, as he wouldn’t be the most upset about losing one of the two laptops that resided with them in the bags (the third, and last, being hidden in the trunk of his car).

Mello counted out a few twenty dollar bills, one ten, and a few additional ones. Matt sat upright again to look at the counter and saw the $72.85 that the counter tracked. He briefly looked over the money Mello had sitting in his lap, but the blonde was finished and had snatched up the money to deposit it in a pocket inside his jacket.

Matt reached into one of his vest pockets and removed a PSP system from it along with a small, plastic, video game container. He placed the disk into the system and turned it on as Mello stuffed the items he’d removed back into the carry on. Flexing his legs, Mello settled back against the seat and caught the name of a sign they passed as the driver signaled over into the next lane.

Between the two, the click of the video game buttons and the sound of the car against the gravel road were the only noises keeping time. And even then, both noises just monitored the time as it flew by, leaving the counter to silently count what they failed to observe. Mello listened to the soft noises and let his eyes close gently for a minute before they flickered back open. He supposed he could go to sleep if he wanted, but he didn’t see what fifteen minutes of extra time would do for him. On top of that, he wasn’t that tired yet. True, he hadn’t gotten enough sleep the night before, but he was only feeling bigger effects of that tiredness because he was currently bored.

The clocked rolled away gently and the wheels finally stopped next to a yellow curb. The driver turned to look over his seat and unlatched the window barring the passengers from him. “That’ll be $81.22,” the gruff, gravely voice announced as he stared at his two passengers.

Matt’s eyes quickly flicked over the sidewalk and acknowledged that they had arrived at their destination. He opened the door with one hand before using his shoulder to push it open the rest of the way. Mello recounted the money and a small tip to hand over to the driver while Matt proceeded to turn the PSP off. Once finished, he stuffed it back into his pocket and pulled out one of his bags as Mello retrieved his two from the car.

Mello slammed the door and stepped back to let the taxi drive off to its next fare. He was no sooner on the sidewalk himself when Matt had snatched him into his arms and slammed his lips into the blonde’s. A sound of surprise escaped his throat, but Mello quickly blended it into a low, threatening growl as he tried to maintain the strap of the bag. Despite his effort to keep it upon his shoulder, however, the bag slowly slid over and off his shoulder onto the ground. Mello mentally cringed at the possible impact that could have on the laptop in the bag.

Matt squeezed Mello closer to him and nipped his lip gently as he pulled away; he smiled and twirled the cigarette pack over in his hand. Mello reached over and Matt moved his prize away from the testy blonde, but failed to correctly guess the other’s motive. Pulling him closer by the collar of his vest, Mello growled lowly, “You had better not even think of smoking those in there.”

He snatched the bag off the floor and stormed past a young girl and her mother as he passed into the building. The young girl peeked from around her mother’s leg and at Mello’s retreating figure, while the mother, like others in the parking lot, turned to stare at the brunette. Matt looked at the cigarettes and considered not following, but surrendered to the forces out to prevent him from having a smoke. Following behind Mello, Matt quickly caught up to the blonde teen and fell in line with the other’s step.

“Now who’s the ass?” Mello muttered lowly as Matt came into his line of sight.

“What?” Matt asked, but Mello ignored the younger teen as he walked up to the ticket counter. He leaned over the edge of it and cleared his voice before addressing himself to the lady talking on the phone.

“Excuse me, but I would like to book a flight.” The woman held up a finger to Mello as she looked over at him in an affronted fashion.

“I’m sorry, honey, but I’ve got to go… Customer… Noo, I would rather be on the phone with you!...” she giggled, “I can’t just ignore them!... You are so bad! Look, I have to—” The line went dead as Mello pressed the receiver on the phone.

“You said goodbye.” He snarled, before placing the bags onto the silver plate for her to measure the weight of. “Next time, consider using a cell phone.” She looked startled at him and started booking their trip to Osaka; the plan being to land in the Kansai region of Japan and then travel into the Kanto region by car. Matt leaned backward against the counter as Mello continued the rest of the transition.

The rough clank of the bags on the weight monitor made Matt cringe internally, and he looked over towards Mello to see the deep frown that ran along those features. When the bags came back, Mello checked the external frames of the laptops in front of the attendant before zipping the two bags with them shut aggressively. He shot the woman a glare that Matt was sure could make even the most stable of believers feel like they were going to spend the rest of eternity in hell.

Matt followed Mello to the scanners where they placed their three bags in separate containers to be examined. Mello fidgeted a bit, and Matt was sure that it was potentially because he hated the idea of having to go through security. Something about being convinced to leave his weapons— all of his weapons— in the car that was already in Osaka made the blonde nervous. Matt figured it was better not to put up with the gun laws and that they should be fine enough with the other precautions. Plus, he was a firm believer in the idea that anything could be used as a weapon, if need be.

They got through with no problems and headed down the hallway that claimed to lead to the waiting area for their flight. The noisy atmosphere half-attracted Matt’s attention, but there was too much going on to possibly even consider taking it all in. Instead, Matt listened to a man coming up on them who was talking breathlessly, yet angrily, into the mouth piece of his headset. Apparently, someone had forgotten to forward an important document to the company he was supposed to be having a meeting with before the night was out.

Matt looked towards Mello and watched as the blonde struggled with a bag that he had under his arm. Walking around to his other side, Matt took the bag out from under Mello and hoisted it upon his own shoulder blade as they continued along. Mello eyed Matt warily, but didn’t bother fusing with the other about being able to carry his own bag. He could, he knew it, why argue?

Mello found them a seat in the farthest corner of the waiting area and Matt sat the items down between them, a precaution against someone making off with their bags. Standing upright, Matt worked out a kink in his arm from falling asleep against the taxi. He bent over and shuffled through the bag with the wallet until he found it, “I’m going to go get something to drink. Is there anything you want?”

A grunt was his only reply as Mello pulled out a book that Matt had shoved to the side as he searched for the wallet. Matt nodded, and figured that that grunt was an affirmative. He shrugged, “Chocolate it is.”

“Don’t blow all the money.”

“I’m going to find the most expensive chocolate bar I can find.” He grinned mischievously at Mello, making a wide gesture with his hands to emphasize his point, “I hear Hershey is going for millions now.” Mello narrowed his eyes and Matt waved it off, “I was kidding.”

Mello flipped through the pages of the book until he came to the last dog-eared page. Matt bent down and fleetingly kissed Mello’s neck and the other swatted at him with the book. Walking away cheerfully, Mello slipped into the seat fuming and yet, not completely bothered by the other’s attentions. Although, he rather wished Matt would find another way of showing his affections than through teasing. He ran a hand through his hair and flipped the book back to the page he’d left off from.

Matt took only a few minutes and yet came back with a greater appreciation for the sanctity of being in one’s own home. He really could’ve made do without the bustling and pushing of people who, by possessing a plane ticket, felt they owned the whole damn airport. Matt walked along the outer walls and back to the seats where Mello sat with the luggage. He pulled the two chocolate bars from the plastic bag and dropped them onto the other’s lap as he sat down with his iced mocha.

Mello subconsciously picked up one of the chocolate bars and opened the wrapper with his teeth. He took a bite out of the bar and flipped the page with the hand now holding the chocolate. Matt took a drink from the mocha and set it to rest on top of one of the bags before fishing out his PSP again. He was close to finishing the game and they had at least thirty minutes before the plane was ready to load its passengers.

A page rustled softly as Mello again turned the page of his book and continued on with his tale. The novel’s pages were worn, like an old book, and that wasn’t too far from the truth. Originally, the book had belonged to L when he was a child and it was one of the items Mello had taken with him when he left Whammy’s. It was actually an after-thought. He had gone to storm out when he turned around suddenly in the hallway. He felt like he was forgetting something, but he couldn’t place his finger on it. So he took the book to put himself somewhat at ease.

He stretched his legs out and flipped another page. It was interesting reading anything L had. Usually, he left his notes in the back of the book and it gave the orphans an opportunity to see if their logic matched L’s. There was always something that each of them missed, but Mello rather liked the leisurely challenge. It wasn’t like he had to prove to anyone else that he could follow L’s processes in the book. Also, being as he usually played outdoors as a child, Mello had a book with him that he had yet to read and so far it proved to be an interesting solution.

Matt finished the RPG he currently had in the system and he watched lazily as the credits rolled over the screen. Placing the PSP in his lap, Matt reached his arms above his head as he stretched. He rubbed at his shoulder, to try to have another go at the tension still sleeping in his joints from his nap. Giving up, he fiddled in his pocket for another container and pulled out a blue tinted case. He shut the system off and removed the game, depositing it in the container he had just taken out as he put in the new disk.

He turned the system on and watched the semi-small credits scrawl across the screen before settling on the main screen. Matt started a new game as the attendants voice came over the intercom. “Hello, ladies and gentlemen! I would like to inform you that your plane is now ready for boarding. If you would all gather together and head towards the loading deck in an orderly fashion.”

Matt stood up and Mello dog-eared the book before shoving it back into its carry on. The brunette picked it up and Mello grabbed the other two bags, accommodating the bag he’d earlier struggled with more appropriately. Mello proceeded ahead of Matt towards the doorway of the plane, and Matt pulled the tickets out of the other’s pant line as he walked by. At the entrance, he showed the two tickets to the male attendant, who looked them over and handed them back to Matt; all the while staring at the blistering scar upon Mello’s features.

“Have a good flight.” He added post maturely; but neither of them acknowledged that the salutation was for them.

Mello sank into the window seat and placed his bags under the foot rest so that they stuck out enough for him to see them. Matt handed his bag over when Mello motioned and the other slid it under Matt’s seat as the brunette sat down into the seat next to the blonde. Sapphire eyes watched behind tinted goggles and followed the curve of Mello’s slightly toned arm to the curve of his back. Matt gently ran gloved fingers over the surface of that back, imagining the curve under the jacket Mello was wearing.

Mello looked over his shoulder at Matt’s face before he fully secured the bag the way he wanted to. He fished two locks out of his pocket—one a bike lock, the other a normal lock. Mello used the normal lock to hook the handles of all the bags together before chaining the trio to the seat itself with the bike lock. He set the combination without any eyes watching and then leaned over in his chair against Matt, to let the other kiss him as he pleased.

Matt closed his eyes gently and pressed his mouth against Mello’s right cheek. Mello moved his fingers into the soft fabric of Matt’s vest and ran his index along the white fuzz that lined it.

“You’re going to have to turn that off.” Mello muttered, quietly, as a girl with a huge purse bumped the bag against Matt. He scooted as close to Mello as he could, and pulled his right arm down away from fending off the girl’s bag to turn the game system off. Mello took it off his lap and leaned further into Matt in order to deposit it safely into the bag under the brunette’s seat.

“If you’re tired, go to sleep.” Matt kissed Mello’s cheek again, nuzzling his face into the other’s hair as he spoke.

“I’m not tired; just bored. If I had something to keep me active, then I’d probably be fine.” He answered, reaching over and taking a drink of Matt’s cool mocha; the ice having long thawed inside the cup. Mello’s blue eyes watched Matt’s face and quickly assessed his gaze roaming through the crowds of people. He sucked on the straw and let the cool, tan-colored substance jump up and down his throat at his will. A streak of the liquid ran down Mello’s chin and he licked the droplet up before it got far; his tongue rolled over his lips as an idea came into his head.

Mello handed it back to Matt and walked his fingers along the outside of Matt’s jacket before slipping his hand under the thick vest and striped shirt. Matt hissed a little in surprise at the touch of cool and wet that Mello’s fingers provided against his flesh. A small smile rose upon Mello’s features and he ran his index around one of Matt’s slightly roused nipples.

The intercom buzzed as it clicked into life, and the pilot’s voice announced, “Thank you for flying D—. Please be seated and buckle up for take off. Turn off all electronics and we will be off in a few minutes.”

A thick-set woman was staring at Mello’s face and following the path where his hand ran to. She looked at the two disgusted and Mello smiled a bittersweet smile that sent her gaze away in the direction of her frightened, scattered wit. Mello leaned up and kissed Matt’s lips, aware that the other kissed him with more passion than he had earlier that day. He could almost feel the trickle of lust bleed into Matt’s veins as the brunette rolled his lower lip over Mello’s.

“An idle mind is the devil’s playground, after all.” Mello purred, pulling off Matt in order to buckle himself in. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Matt shift in his chair to sit up straighter and more erect. He liked this game.

Mello lifted his rosary to his lips and began playing with a few of the beads along the string, half eyeing Matt as the engine remained quiet while the flight attendants checked that their passengers were all in their seat. The plane was secure and the flight attendant disappeared behind the screen, probably to get herself situated for the flight.

The engine roared to life and Matt tensed slightly at the feeling as the vibrations ran through the seats of its passengers. Mello reveled in the feeling of both the engine and watching Matt’s inherent reaction to the machine. He gently suppressed the urge to reach over and touch Matt as the plane began to move; he didn’t need to feel Matt to know the other was aroused even remotely.

Mello leaned against the window frame and stared at the runway as it flew out from under the wheels of the monstrous, winged vehicle. He twirled the rosary around his finger in amusement before placing it down against his chest again. Matt looked over at Mello, hungrily, but the other ignored the look for the second chocolate bar that he had yet to eat. Snapping off the head of the bar, Mello chewed the substance as the plane lifted off the ground slowly.

Matt had unwrapped a piece of gum and was chewing on the substance as the plane slowly climbed into the air. He twirled and twisted the little plastic scrap of paper between his finger in a manner of self-distraction and occupation. Matt lifted the cup of cool mocha and drank the remainder of the substance down. His pants felt unbelievably tight and the friction of his erection against the binding fabric only served to arouse him more. Matt’s face flushed slightly as he felt his fingers twitch in the wrapper of the gum.

“Thank you for being patient. You may now undo your seat belts. Please, enjoy the ride, and we will start your movies shortly.”

Mello reached over and let his fingers grope between Matt’s slightly parted legs. In surprise, Matt released the small piece of gum wrapper from between his fingers in shock and the little paper floated down to the floor. Mello squeezed gently twice and Matt sealed his mouth shut as a gasp bubbled up in his throat. The widening of his throat muscles as he tried to breathe, however, caught him in surprise and Matt coughed twice as the gum accidently went down. Mello chuckled softly as he unbuckled himself and placed his other hand against Matt’s leg, feeling the tension of the muscles as the brunette fought every urge to jerk his hips forward. Bending forward, Mello took the corner of Matt’s pant fabric between his teeth and eased the button out of its hole with his tongue. Tugging the fabric still grasped between his teeth, the zipper slowly jerked down to its farthest length.

Using his other hand, Mello unhooked the buckle as Matt pressed further against the seat in an effort to control the predatory, reproductive urges that were firming his cock. Mello slipped his tongue over the bare flesh just above Matt’s boxers before nipping the aroused bump. Matt closed his eyes as a choked groan ran through his vocal chords.

Placing his hand back onto Matt’s leg in support, Mello ran his other hand down and into Matt’s boxers. He smiled as he ran his finger over the heated organ and the smile grew wider as he felt his cool fingers become dampened with the slick pre-ejaculate that spilled out of Matt’s half-hardened cock. Mello squeezed and pulled the member, moving close to Matt’s ear to moan his imagined response to penetration. More pre-ejaculate slipped out from the head of Matt’s penis and Mello nipped the tip of his ear before blowing a small wave of air into the attentive flesh.

“Have you ever done anything remotely illegal as public sex?” Mello cooed softly, again nipping the flesh of the ear as Matt rubbed his cock through the blonde’s hand. The seat belt that Matt had not removed was the only thing restraining the other teenager from fully pumping himself into Mello’s sporadic squeezes.

Mello lifted his hand out from Matt’s boxers and held the limb up to let the brunette see the pre-cum that creamed his fingers. He slowly turned his fingers upright and let them spread slowly like a fan; the pre-ejaculate forming thin, glistening wisps between his fingers. Mello ran his tongue over his middle finger and nursed some of the cum from the tip of his finger as sapphire blue eyes sparkled with a new light.

Bending forward, Mello whispered against the flesh as he removed the white fabric of Matt’s boxers. He pressed his lips to the head of the heated organ and a smile broke over his face as the tip lifted itself upward and dripped lubrication down its shaft. Mello ran his teeth under the head of Matt’s exposed cock and the other groaned, his hands tightening their grip on the arms of the airplane seat.

He let his head press against the back of the chair as he fought the moan that leaked out of his mouth. Mello ran his tongue around the head of the penis and began to roll the foreskin back past the head of Matt’s cock. The brunette moaned softly and tried pressing the now exposed cock forward, but only barely grazed the underside of his shaft against Mello’s hand.

Mello cleared his throat and breathed in deeply to loosen the muscles in his neck before he bent his head down. He ran his teeth over Matt’s cock and the other’s breath hitched at the trickle of pain and pleasure that followed the motion. Mello pulled away and curled his lips around his teeth before taking the head of Matt’s exposed penis into his mouth.

The heat from the saliva entranced Matt and he felt his senses temporarily spin as his shaft tightened at the feeling. He could feel the flutter of his heartbeat sending the blood pulsating into hot pools that erected his penis. Matt swallowed as his breath ran away with the sucking pulse of Mello’s mouth and he tangled his fingers through a fistful of blonde hair. His hand shook slightly, he wanted to shove him down further over his shaft, but he didn’t want to hurt the blonde’s throat. He tried coaxingly to massage the back of Mello’s neck and the other purred appreciatively against his groin. Matt swallowed.

A hum rang gently from Mello’s mouth and drifted up to Matt’s ear as he took in more of the aroused cock; his tongue playing in rolling circles against the drawn foreskin. Matt pressed himself slowly forward and Mello opened his throat muscles for more as he breathed in the scent of lust that drifted from Matt’s body. He tickled the area where his fingers had been for support and felt as Matt jumped forward against the back of Mello’s throat.

A pool of saliva built up and washed over Matt as a trickle of it ran down Mello’s chin and onto the other’s testicles. Matt moaned loudly as his lower lip trembled and he turned his face away from the rest of the passengers, hoping desperately that that hadn’t drawn anyone’s attention. But the sound of wheels clinking along down the pathway had drowned out the noise of Matt’s praise. It was a few seconds later until he realized what exactly that sound was.

Mello had pulled away from Matt and had moved the food tray down to cover his exposed penis as the smiling attendant walked up to them. Matt leaned back in his seat just as she came up, and Mello covered his previous action by acting as if he’d gone to fetch his book from one of the bags. Matt, on the other hand, was less comfortable with the saliva drying and the skin being exposed to cooler air, much less the bottom of the food tray.

“Is there anything I can get you two this evening?” the attendant asked, hinting towards her cart.

“Do you have ice cream?” Mello asked, leaning across the food tray and successfully pressing it down against the head of Matt’s cock.

“Water.” Matt almost choked drily, his voice failing him pathetically.

The attendant pulled out a bottle of water and handed it over to Matt, who drank a good quarter of it in one gulp. She watched him surprised, before turning to Mello, “We do not have anything like ice cream for economy class, but, tell you what; since I think you’re cute, I could get you ice cream truffles from first class.”

“Could you really?”

She nodded, “I will be back in a second.”

Mello slipped his hand under the food tray and started pumping Matt’s cock, “Poor Matt, it must be so uncomfortable under there.”

Matt, who had nearly spit out the water that was in his mouth at the motion, swallowed. He took another shaky drink and pretended to be fine as the older, plump lady turned her gaze towards him this time. How could no one, especially in a cabin this crowded, have noticed what the two teenagers were up to? Then it occurred to Matt, there weren’t very many people on their flight to Osaka as it was. Being a work day and early, many people had not chosen to travel at the same time they had.

The woman came back with chocolate covered circles that had ice cream inserted inside their hollow orbs. Mello tipped the woman five dollars and she carried on along her merry way.

Mello bent close to Matt’s ear as he held a truffle to the brunette’s lips, “I will be in the lavatory, if you want to make love to me. You’ve done so well so far, but other people have started to notice and we don’t have the luxury of being prosecuted for public indecency.”

He kissed Matt’s neck as the other sucked on the treat with more calm than he actually felt pulsing through his veins. Mello remained leaning over Matt, molesting the muscles and nerves in the other’s throat as his tongue roamed over the skin. He nibbled the lower lobe of Matt’s ear as he offered another truffle to the brunette. Matt turned his head and nuzzled Mello’s neck before biting the skin, causing Mello to shake as a shiver of anticipation ran down his throat.

Mello cupped either side of Matt’s face and leaned his lips closer to the brunette’s ears again, “Zip up, and follow me in a second. I will open the door for you in precisely two minutes after I flush the toilet.”

He slipped over Matt’s lap and rubbed his leather-clad ass over the other’s erection as he placed a truffle teasingly in his own mouth. Playing with the chocolate sphere in his mouth, Mello placed the little bowl of ice cream truffles onto his seat before rubbing in a rolling circle towards Matt. He pressed his lips in a flirtatious, fleeting manner against Matt’s lips before he rolled off the other. Standing up, Mello pulled the zipper up over Matt’s erection before moving with a swish of his hips towards the bathroom.

Matt, as Mello suspected, watched the other leave. He whistled lowly and wondered how any celestial being had carved the blonde so miraculously. Mello managed to maintain a look of masculinity that combined so smoothly with femininity that he had to be a creature sculpted towards perfection. Yes, he was far from perfect, but that didn’t stop him from looking like he was.

Sighing, Matt counted the time slowly and wondered why two minutes of no stimulation had to feel like an eternity away from pleasure. His boxers pushed their way back up and under the base of his shaft as the elastic band slowly attempted to slide back into place. Matt furrowed his brow in discomfort, but refused to move to correct the position of his renegade undergarments.

Fifty-five… fifty-six… fifty-seven…

Matt opened the water and took another swig of the substance, continuing the counter in his mind as one minute finally passed. He looked at the water bottle and wondered if he should keep it for lubrication, but he found it might be more amusing if he made Mello suffer the lack of lubrication. Matt figured the bathroom had water in its faucet anyway. Plus, the bottle he had on hand was almost gone.

Thirty-six… thirty-seven… thirty-eight…

Matt finished off the water bottle and put it into Mello’s seat. He leaned over the arm of his chair and checked the security of the bags. Making sure they were good, Matt leaned back in the chair with his eyes closed. He was picturing what Mello could possibly be doing spending his two minutes in their alone. Matt felt his erection strengthen itself again as he thought about the thin blush that would be spread across the blonde’s face as he rubbed his own penis into arousal.

Fifty-seven… fifty-eight… fifty-nine… sixty!

Matt practically shot out of his chair after he had gotten the seat belt off and trotted quickly over to the lavatory. He ran a finger against the door and shivered with the anticipation at being able to touch the body just beyond the door. Mello flushed the toilet, and Matt rapped the door gently with his knuckle to let his lover know he was there.

Mello opened the door, and peered out to see who it was. Satisfied that he had Matt as his sole company he opened the door wide and smiled seductively with eyes full of passion. Blonde strands clung to the side of his face somewhat and his jacket was open to reveal his bare chest. His pants were discarded around his ankle and Mello stepped out of them to throw his body against Matt’s.

Matt twirled Mello into his arm and dropped him low to French kiss him as if he were his partner in a dance of tango. Their tongues meet with a fiery passion that melted into a predetermined submission of Mello’s will as he moaned against the tongue that aroused his own. Matt ran fingers chilled by the water bottle over Mello’s member and the other’s organ jumped in response to the touch. Mello, however, practically melted in Matt’s grasp.

Placing him back fully on his feet, Matt pulled away from the reluctant blonde. In response, Mello seized the collar of Matt’s vest and pulled the other youth into the stall. Matt kicked the door shut and fiddled with the lock as Mello pushed his tongue into the brunette’s mouth in need. Finally sealing the door, Matt pushed his body more fully against the blonde and between his legs as their tongues fought and fell in passion.

Mello fell backwards against the seat of the toilet and Matt squatted down on his knees. He lifted himself off the floor slightly to straddle the toilet between his knees as he pressed his body against Mello’s ass in lust. He placed his hand against the cool wall of the bathroom to support himself, while the other rested against the back of Mello’s head. The two of them passionately fought for the very breath of lust and love that slipped from between their tongues and through their teeth. Matt pulled away and panted as Mello relaxed against the seat of the toilet and the wall.

Matt stood up and moved backwards against the small lavatory door, wondering how they were going to make this work. He wasn’t tall enough to simply be on his knees and be at the same height as Mello while he was against the toilet. Potentially, he could hold a steady position against Mello, but he figured it would subtract from his ability to penetrate and would be less pleasurable in the end.

He looked down as Mello undid the brunette’s pants for the second time that flight. Mello traced a finger along the edge of Matt’s cock and massaged the foreskin slightly, rolling it back and forth along Matt’s length. The other groaned, both in pleasure and frustration; bending down to kiss the exposed neck of the blonde below him. Mello groaned gently and lifted Matt’s shirt and vest to lick at the other’s stomach. Matt shuddered at the sensation that burst like fire against the area and sent fleeting sensations down the shaft.

Matt forcibly grabbed Mello and slammed him back further, moving up against the cold marble of the toilet himself in order to push the tip of his head slowly into Mello. Mello’s shoulder blades clashed into the wall and Matt’s hands slammed on either side of him as he once more straddled the toilet between his knees. The blonde pinched his eyes shut and cried out in pain at the force of the entrance and his fingers closed around Matt’s shoulders. Matt pushed in further and listened as another small cry tore through Mello’s throat. Turning on the faucet, Matt carelessly splashed the two of them and let the water leak down and around Mello’s entrance. The head of his cock lubricated itself once more about three-fourths into Mello, and Matt slid in fully the rest of the way.

Mello moved against Matt and his cock teasingly. Satisfied with the moan that Matt emitted lowly, he gently unzipped Matt’s vest as the other pressed his shoulders towards Mello upon drawing out. The vest fell to the floor as pre-cum slipped off the tip of Matt’s exposed head and onto the dark blue tile of the lavatory. Mello wrapped his arms around Matt’s lightly sweat-dusted neck before he rolled his ass away from Matt.

As Mello dipped his ass back down, Matt met the motion with a thrust and the blonde closed his eyes as a moan issued from his throat. Matt attacked his exposed neck with a series of kisses before snatching up a bit of flesh and sucking hungrily on the skin. Mello groaned and rubbed his jaw against the brunette’s hair to encourage him to go on as he slipped his hands under Matt’s shirt. He spread his fingers over the other’s chest and wrapped them around to dip into the curve in Matt’s back.

Matt pushed himself deeper into Mello and released the flesh between his lips in order to run his tongue over the neck and under the ear. Mello shivered against Matt and tensed slightly around the brunette’s length as a result. A groan rumbled deep in Matt’s throat and Mello gasped at the sound as the other jerked his hips forward again. Matt slowly moved his face away from Mello’s body and pulled out to the tip of his penis before slowly dipping the head in and out of the other’s body.

Pulling his hands out from under the striped shirt, Mello reached up to remove the goggles from Matt’s face. Matt sank his body back into Mello at a higher angle to allow himself better access to the other and gently grinded against the blonde’s prostate. Mello gasped and his fingers released the goggles to fall to the floor with a clatter. He wrapped his arms around Matt’s neck, and buried his face into the other’s chest. Matt pushed down a bit as he ran the uppermost portion of his length against the other’s prostate. He smiled and kissed Mello’s head as he heard the blonde’s breath hitch and start coming out faster.

“What’s wrong?” Matt whispered tauntingly, running his fingers through Mello’s blonde hair as he pulled his cock to the tip of the other’s entrance, “I thought you wanted me to make love to you.”

“Faster, Matt.” Mello exhaled, breathlessly.

Matt breathed in the scent of fading shampoo, sweat, and sex deeply before seizing a fistful of Mello’s hair and exposing the other’s neck to his exploring teeth, tongue, and lips. Mello cried out in surprise and his short nails scratched at the nape of Matt’s neck as the other riveted his lower body to the blonde’s. His fingers flexed and Matt moaned interestedly as he thrust forward roughly into Mello.

Mello hissed in pleasure and met the next rapid thrust with his own downward motion. Matt held a hand under Mello’s lower back to steady him and pumped the head of his shaft into the prostrate. Mello’s lip trembled as a moan smoothly rolled out and Matt pressed his lips against the other’s soft ones. He jerked his groin forward involuntarily as he felt the passion fly with every taste of the other’s lips in combination to the scent he issued. Matt rocked his tingling cock into Mello, his hand holding the other more firmly against him as he moved.

The blonde placed his fingers along Matt’s jaw line as their tongues caressed and touched each other in their own act of intimacy. He ran his tongue over a sensitive part of Matt’s gum and under the tongue of the other. Matt gasped and Mello hungrily licked at the other’s open mouth before their lips clashed into their dance again. Mello scratched the back of Matt’s neck lovingly and he felt the other shiver as he thrust against the blonde’s prostrate.

Mello moaned, tightening his muscles around Matt with the intention of pleasing him. Matt groaned and rocked his cock into Mello once more. Mello kissed along the other’s jugular vein, tightening his grip on the back of Matt’s neck as he concentrated on tightening his entrance. Matt shuddered involuntarily as he pushed forward inside Mello in a rhythmic motion. Mello started rubbing circles along Matt’s neck in time with the forward motions of his lover’s penetration; his fingers only twitching slightly when the brunette hit the sensual prostrate and sent shivers through his body.

“You’ve held out…” Mello started, feeling his own muscles contract as he watched his lover, “so long…”

Mello placed his hands on either side of Matt’s face again and kissed him as the other jerked forward into him. A groan escaped Mello and his eyes rolled back into his head as he shut them in ecstasy. He slid down against Matt’s groin in rolling motions as the other concentrated on pumping himself in as deep as he could go, as if he were afraid they were to break and separate eternally if he could not bury himself within the other. Mello moaned and his fingers fell away to rest along Matt’s shoulders; all he could picture were those deep blue eyes lit with a hungry passion that normally remained submissive within his blood. He liked this Matt.

Matt cried out as he pushed his shaft in as far as he could get, unconsciously pumping himself as his muscles tensed and focused on forcing his hot, life seed into the other. The liquid spilled out and ran between Matt’s tightened leg muscles down to his boxers and his pants. Mello moaned as he felt the warmth spring forth into him and he naturally tensed as he tried to keep as much of the other’s ejaculate inside himself as possible.

He rubbed himself as he watched Matt cry out and project himself into a fit of pleasurable rapture. Mello ran his finger around the head of his own cock and he felt a sensation of fire built up in the base of his shaft. Sweat trickled down his body and slipped in between his legs to tauntingly tease a burning trail at the base of his member. Mello pumped his own penis as he felt Matt slump tiredly against his body, the other slowly removed his limp member from Mello and fell to kissing the other’s neck.

Matt’s fingers gently, yet somewhat shakily from the orgasm, ran around the tip of Mello’s head and down under the member to the shaft. He rubbed his knuckle against the area between Mello’s testicles and his slick anus. Mello tensed considerably as he felt a tingling sensation break over the head of his penis. He wrapped his arms around Matt’s neck and pressed his face against the nape of the other in order to breathe in the scent of their passion. His arms trembled slightly as Matt rubbed the area with his knuckle again.

He pushed his cock into Matt’s hands in a rhythm with the other’s pumping and he felt a knot in his stomach tighten. Matt whispered in his ear, dirty little images of what Mello looked like, of what he felt like, and the other shook with the thrill of his submission. A shiver ran down his throat into his spine and shook his body at the feeling of Matt’s hot tongue against his neck.

Mello trembled violently against Matt, like a leaf in the presence of a storm. He felt the heat roar like a flame inside his lower groin and suddenly all he could imagine were those blue eyes piercing his naked flesh. The pressure broke and Mello cried out the only name that he could repeat in his mind. He tensed as he ejaculated against Matt’s lower abdomen, groin, and the already semen and dust-covered floor of the lavatory.

Matt held Mello steady as the other became a bundle of tightened muscles and he enjoyed the feeling of heat that washed over his lower body. A portion of the old flame stirred within his stomach, but his body physiologically refused to rise to the beckon. Mello slowly loosened his tensed muscles and Matt guided him to relax against the seat of the toilet. Thin fingers released their grip from around his neck and Mello let them run over Matt’s cheek and lip before falling down to his shirt collar.

He barely had to guide Matt to his lips, however, and Mello kissed with the restlessness that was quickly fading from his bones. His eyelids lowered and he blinked a few times to try to clear the small, hazy-hooded chamber. Mello looked into the little mirror above the sink and could hardly see his image in the corner. He smiled; they had fogged the bathroom mirrors up.

Matt kissed Mello’s bare chest and pressed himself against the lower portion of the blonde in remembrance. Mello slightly pushed Matt’s chest, but the other failed to move away. Instead, Matt begun to tease Mello’s neck with little love bites and kisses in alternation.

“We need to get cleaned up.” Mello commented; his eyes still trained on the foggy reflection in the mirror.

“Can’t we stay here?” Matt hummed, absorbed in the presence of the other youth before him.

“And sit the whole ride in the lavatory as they try to land this thing in Osaka? I don’t think so.” Mello tried pushing at Matt again, but the other only tightened his grip around the blonde’s waist. “Matt…” he groaned, ready to fall asleep.

But Matt didn’t say anything; he just continued loving on Mello’s face and neck. Mello sat there calmly as Matt poured his mouth over the memory of the other’s features. He closed his eyes for a second and opened them lazily to stare at the mirror reflection of himself.

“Matt…” he appealed again, “I’m tired, and I’d rather not fall asleep in my own filth in the bathroom of a commercial airplane.”

“Just one more second—”

“One more second is all I need.” Mello cut him short.

“But I like seeing you like this.” Matt whispered. Mello, annoyed at the lack of response to patience, shoved Matt away from him and moved towards the sink. Matt watched him, a small smile still playing upon his face; he pulled Mello away from the sink he just turned on and into his lap.

“Matt!” Mello nearly shrieked, running his hands over his eyes before pulling them through his hair in frustration. “I swear, sometimes you are the worst kind of person I could—“

Matt pressed his lips against Mello’s and the blonde snarled in the wrath of a person who feels like they were awoken from a much needed sleep. Releasing him, Matt shrugged as he let Mello struggle up and to the now running water. He pulled a paper towel from the dispenser and ran it over his member before throwing it in the waste basket. The next sheet he used to start cleaning the semen from inside him as Matt carefully began wiping himself down too.

“Mello…?” Matt cautiously asked, purposely having placed himself in front of the door so the other couldn’t leave when he was done.

“Hm?” Mello barely breathed, resting against the freshened toilet, clothed, with his eyes shut. Matt bent down and Mello felt his hot breath on his face before feeling the brunette’s lips close over his. Mello opened his eyes and noted the little tilt in Matt’s neck as he bent down to kiss him and that his blue eyes were closed as he leaned into the kiss. The blonde kissed him back and Matt pulled away.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Mello mirrored, lifting the goggles from Matt’s fingers so he could place them back over the other’s eyes. “I love you a lot.”

Matt smiled to himself as Mello left the bathroom. He remained in the bathroom a few minutes longer, enjoying the company of the memory that the four walls seemed to whisper. Matt counted to a minute and washed his hands before heading back to the seats where Mello and he were supposed to stay the flight.

When he came back to his seat, Mello was asleep upon the chair facing towards the window; the melted ice cream truffles and empty water bottle having been cleared by an attendant earlier. Matt lifted the arm of the chair between them as he sank into the seat next to Mello. He shifted his body closer and placed an arm protectively over the blonde as he drew himself closer. Mello started slightly, but relaxed and turned into Matt’s body as sleep overtook him again. Matt brushed a few strands of Mello’s blonde hair from his face and planted a kiss on his forehead. The blonde nestled more deeply against Matt, and the brunette yawned as he took off the goggles and placed them between Mello’s figure and the window. He smiled at the blonde and slowly closed his eyes, where sleep overtook his drowsy form too.