25. Matthew
25
Matthew
You would think that getting across town isn’t a particularly difficult task. I would agree. Normally. But with the entire state under alert and looking for us, we barely make it on time to the airport after continuously having to detour due to checkpoints.
But we make it, and that’s what matters.
I strap in, buzzing as the cabin assistant finally closes the plane’s door. It’s some rich guy’s private jet. I’ve never flown on one. The three of us stowaways are posing as staff. They even gave us uniforms. The red-gold tight slacks and vest look yummy on Kieran. His friend’s friend is the pilot and he detoured the whole flight under the premise of picking up something for the Akiyama Group’s boss’ son.
That’s who’s helping us. A fucking mafia heir. It’s like straight out of a movie.
The plane accelerates down the runway, picking up speed. My stomach swoops. Grasping the seatbelt, I close my eyes and focus on breathing. Just a little bit more. Once we are in the air, we will be safe. But it will still take a while to leave US airspace. There are so many things that could go wrong. We might get stopped. Or grounded. Or shot at. With missiles. All it takes is for one person to figure out the three of us are wanted and call the authorities.
The plane tilts up. We lose traction with the ground. I love the take-off part. I can feel it with every part of my body. The force of it, the power it takes for this machine to lift off.
I rub the pocket of my pants. The case containing the SD card with the data is safely tucked inside. It changed my life, in more than one way. We still don’t know exactly what kind of drug it is. Where it came from. Why the CIA is willing to kill for it. But Kieran assured me that his friend—the one who’s pulled off the impossible in order to get us out of the States—can probably help with that. After all, it’s his gang that ruined the Razor Crew’s attempt to expand into East Asia.
“Hey, you two,” the cabin supervisor, Emmanuela, says once the plane settles into smooth cruising. “They need some help at the back. The pilot said it’s your first flight as crew, but that doesn’t mean you get to do nothing! Liz—the brunette with the blue scarf—will tell you how you can help. Report to her.” She jerks her head at Adrian. “You stay here with me. We’ll commence the lunch service.”
Whelp. I guess we have to roleplay the part of crew. But at least it will keep my head off things.
Kieran and I cross the lounging salon, leaving Adrian in Emmanuela’s care. I’m sure he’ll be fine. Liz waves us over when she sees us and slips behind a velvet curtain. On the other side, a second lounge awaits. This one comes with a huge screen, two expandable couches and a minibar, whereas the front one had just luxury seating. I assume this is where the rich assholes relax, maybe nap, while the other half of the plane is used when they have business deals or negotiations to go over. At least it looked like the four men were discussing one when we walked by.
“You two will help me freshen up the room,” the brunette instructs us, handing us cleaning tools.
I get the fluffy duster thingy and stare at its bright purple feathers. These must have been dyed. Kieran grabs the spray bottle and the orange cloth, then studies the shelf with movies and books above the dark brown leather couch.
“This looks clean to me,” he points out, running his finger across the shelf’s length.
Liz takes out a tray of spotless glasses from a cupboard next to the bar and begins to polish them. “Everything needs to be impeccable at all times.” She holds up one of the glasses so that we can see it better. “There is a smear, just under the rim. Something like this is inexcusable and will get you fired. Attention to detail is very important to the job we do.”
I approach her and squint at the glass. I don’t see any smears. But then again, I’m not an actual member of the crew either.
“I can’t believe they missed this,” I say, holding my hand against my mouth to hide some of my fake shock.
“Right? It’s a good thing I caught it on time,” she comments, wiping the perfectly clean glass.
We settle into small talk as we get on with our tasks. I never knew how much hard work goes into perfection. I like to keep tidy, but this is too much. She even makes me flip through the books and dust every page. Eventually, she leaves us on our own and goes to do some more cleaning at the front of the plane.
I put the duster brush away and flop onto the luxurious couch. It’s hard and makes that weird noise that leather does. “I feel like we are being exploited.”
Kieran chuckles and walks over to me, placing the spray and cloth on the small end table. “Considering the favor Kwanchai is doing me, I’d say this is nothing.”
I suppose he is right. The man just saved us, even though the whole world probably already thinks we are criminals. He didn’t ask any questions, didn’t really try to negotiate either.
“How come he’s willing to go this far?” I spread my arms wide. “Pulling something like this off, bribing the airport staff and whoever else is and will be involved must’ve cost a fortune.”
“Money isn’t really an issue for him.”
“I figured that much, obviously.” Even if he is swimming in money though, he wouldn’t necessarily want to spend it for no reason. Or for a vague reason. “But this is a bit… much, you know? Plus, it didn’t sound like you were best friends.”
Kieran hums thoughtfully and sinks on the couch next to me. Throwing one arm over the backrest behind me, he pulls out the new phone which the pilot handed him upon boarding and boots it up. “We aren’t. We met just once, but… Well, let’s say he was in a bit of a pinch, and I helped him out of it.”
My curiosity is piqued. “Oh! There is a story there and you must tell me.”
He boops my nose. “Hmm, who says I do?”
I frown. “I asked nicely.”
“Oh, you did. But I know you can be a lot more convincing.”
My heart skips a beat at the heated look he throws my way. “You are thinking dirty thoughts,” I accuse him casually, rubbing his shoulder and arm.
“You know me so well, dumpling.”
My cock twitches with interest. I’ve never done it on a plane. I can’t imagine it’s anything amazing considering how cramped everything is, but there is a certain appeal to it. To fuck in an enclosed space like this where the walls are thin and everyone can hear you unless you keep quiet.
“I’d love to take you on your offer, Ki, but there isn’t even a door. The stewardess could walk in on us at any moment. Imagine how shocked she’d be if instead of wiping surfaces she found me polishing your big rod.”
He laughs, adjusting himself. “Adrian took it quite well, considering.”
“I’m pretty sure Adrian is a perv like us. If we’d asked, he’d probably joined in, too.”
He grabs the back of my neck and smashes our mouths together. “No way, lover boy. I’m the only one allowed to touch you. People can watch me make a mess of you for all I care, but I’ll exterminate them if they dare lay a finger on what’s mine.”
I swallow hard, my pulse racing, and rub myself discreetly through my pants. “Fuck, this was hot.”
His eyes snap to my crotch, intense and hungry even though I’m pretty sure I did a good job of concealing my growing erection. But it’s like he can just see through my facade, like he knows just how much and easily he can affect me. “You drive me crazy. I’m like a horny teenager around you.”
Licking my lips, I bump his shoulder with mine. “I’m the same.”
Purring, he snakes his hand to my bulge. “How about I take you to pound jail then?”
I bite off a moan as his fingers dip under the hem of my pants and briefs. “I’m pretty sure it’s called horny jail and the point is to fight your horniness. Not give into it.”
“Now, where is the fun in that ?”
That is a very compelling point. Especially when my brain is already hellbent on getting to pound jail. “You are such a tease. And this is a really really bad idea.”
As if to illustrate my point, Liz bursts in through the curtain with a tray of essential oils and soaps. Kieran yanks his hand out of my pants as if bitten and scrambles up from the couch so fast I get whiplash just watching him.
“What are you doing?” Liz narrows her eyes at us.
I clear my throat and stand. I can feel my cheeks burning, but that can totally be because of how hard I’ve been cleaning. I’m just tired and sweaty and it shows.
“Uh.” I point at the expensive furniture. “We were cleaning the gaps. And the folds. They were very dirty.”
For a moment, I think she’s about to throw me out the airlock. But then she smiles proudly and nods. “You pick up on things fast. You have a bright future as a cabin attendant ahead of you.”
I do?
Placing the oils on the end table, she jerks her head at the bathroom door. “Check the soap and toilet paper. If any of the surfaces look like they could use cleaning, there is a sponge and detergent under the sink. When you are done, you can report to the front of the plane.”
When Liz disappears again, I find Kieran staring in awe at the bathroom like it’s the Holy Grail. “Uh, Ki? Are you okay?”
I’m shoved inside the narrow space. The door lock clicks as the motion-controlled light comes on, and before I can catch up to what’s happening, my pants are shoved down. His wet mouth wraps around my cock a second later, sucking and licking with vigor.
“Fuuck,” I groan, throwing my head back.
He pinches my ass with one hand, using the other one to squeeze the base of my shaft. “Keep it down. Or do you want the entire plane to know what we are doing?”
Do I? Don’t I? Fuck if I know. My brain got fried when his hot tongue started licking me like he’s a starving dog and I’m his dinner sausage.
“I didn’t know… you were into… giving head.”
“I didn’t either. But …” he circles my slit with the tip of his tongue, then swallows the pre-cum. The face he makes is kind of funny, but not in a disgusted way. “I’ve been thinking about it. I’ve been thinking about a lot of things that straight me never even considered, actually.”
I’d ask about it, but I’m too busy getting my brain sucked out of my dick as he picks up his pace. He’s a little clumsy and very inexperienced. But he’s also extremely motivated, bobbing up and down my shaft faster and faster. Tension builds at the base of my spine, sending electrical sparks to my balls.
“I’m close,” I warn him, trying to push his head off me.
He doesn’t budge, squeezing my ass harder.
I think he wants me to finish in his mouth . Okay. Yeah. I’m not about to complain.
Kieran tries to deepthroat me, but ends up gagging. His teary eyes gaze up at me as his nostrils flare, looking for guidance. It’s sexy as fuck. “Just take it slow. Breathe through your nose.”
He nods and gets to work. I’m a goner ten seconds later. My cum spills in his throat. He chokes on it, trying to swallow, but most of it escapes his mouth. It drips from the sides, turning his face into the most erotic sight I’ve seen. My entire body shakes with post-orgasm pleasure. This is the best. Almost as good as him finishing in my ass.
I fuck into him and he’s more than happy to let me use his mouth, humming encouragements and little sexy moans. He’s also unzipped his pants and is jerking himself off violently.
No can do.
“Up,” I demand, slipping out of him.
He wobbles and I use the opportunity to turn us around and cage him against the vanity unit. He gasps in surprise, but then it turns into a lewd and partially bitten-off moan as I scoop the cum off his chin and start jerking him off. The added slickness makes my glides easy.
“Come for me, baby. I loved fucking your mouth so much. Show me how much you loved it, too.”
That’s all it takes for him to climax. I grab some tissue and wrap it around him so I can contain the mess he’s about to make. I also kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue. It’s head-spinning and dirty. If I hadn’t just come, I would have from this.
We spend five minutes slumped and panting. Luckily, we didn’t spray our fluids anywhere, so the cleanup is quick. The smell of sex is harder to get rid of, but as long as no one needs to use the bathroom in the next twenty minutes, the rose and mint oils should overpower it.
“We should try a changing room next,” I note as we give the lounge a final glance.
He laughs. “Remind me to always double check that I have lube on me.”
I smooch his cheek. “I love the way you think. Now, game face on. We need to cross the entire lounge without anyone figuring out what we just did.”