Chapter 25 The Plane Game
The Plane Game
“Hey Jess, we’re about to board the plane. We have two rooms at the Hilton, so you don’t need to keep staying at Caroline’s,” Fletcher told Jesse over the phone.
“You and who?” Jesse asked him.
“My…boyfriend,” he answered hesitantly. It was only his second time saying it out loud. Taylor still couldn’t believe it. It felt so weird to call Fletcher his boyfriend. So surreal.
Jesse snorted. “Since when are you gay?” he asked his brother.
“I’m not fucking gay, you fucker. I don’t know the politically correct term for it, but I’m not gay.”
“Emogen likes to say queer,” Jesse snarked.
“Well, I don’t listen to Emogen, and neither should you,” Taylor told him a little bitterly.
“Since when? Why not,” he sounded confused.
Taylor scoffed. “She’s in trouble right now. I’ll tell you about it later. I’ll see you when we get there.”
“Fly safe,” Jesse told him before hanging up.
* * *
Fletcher and Taylor didn’t say much as they boarded the plane. Taylor had booked them economy seats, but Fletcher scoffed and immediately upgraded them to first class.
“If I’m flying commercial then at least I’m flying comfortably,” Fletcher told him as they sat down in their adjoining first class seats.
They had privacy sliders between the two of them and there were walls that blocked the aisles, so Taylor felt better about flying together outside of team-sanctioned travel.
Once the plane took off, Fletcher cupped Taylor’s jaw and pulled him in for a kiss. It was sloppier than he had intended it to be, but Taylor didn’t really mind. “You know, I don’t think you ever thanked me for winning you the cup,” Fletcher goaded.
“Mhmm,” Taylor hummed. “That hat trick was pretty sexy,” he whispered into Fletcher’s ear. “Don’t you just love it when I score hat tricks?” He playfully nipped at Fletcher’s ear before Fletcher jealously shoved him off.
“My hero,” Fletcher told him sarcastically, giving him an eye roll. Taylor bit his lip and smiled. Fletcher did play really well at the game. It was tough, but they beat D.C. 8-7. The game went into overtime and then the Seaporters secured the cup when Fletcher helped the team win the shootout.
“You can’t be mean to me. Not today. It’s my big day,” Taylor leaned back in and whispered in his ear. He double-checked that the aisle door was completely closed for the sake of his own sanity before firmly cupping Fletcher’s jaw and kissing him.
“I didn’t get you a present,” Fletcher said breathlessly as Taylor pressed a kiss to his jaw.
“I could think of a few ways you could treat me, sweet thing.” Taylor kissed him on his cheek. He loved the way he could hear Fletcher’s breathing quicken. He loved the way Fletcher’s body reacted to him.
“Another over-the-pants handy in the back of a dark plane?” Fletcher whispered humorously.
Taylor pulled his back and leaned down to kiss the front of Fletcher’s throat. “Mhmm,” he hummed against Fletcher’s soft tanned skin. “I’d rather try something else. I have another thing on my list that I’d like to try,” Taylor said suggestively.
“Flip fucking?” Fletcher quickly guessed, sounding eager.
Taylor let out a laugh. “In your dreams, sweetheart. Not while we’re in Sacramento.
” He pulled the collar of Fletcher’s shirt down and began to suck on the skin at the nape of his neck.
Fletcher clenched his jaw. Taylor had thought about it, and he decided he was open to trying it.
He’d like to try it, but he’d prefer to do it in the comfort of his own home. Or anywhere that wasn’t Sacramento.
“What else is on that list?” Fletcher asked with an edge of nervousness.
“A few things,” Taylor told him, continuing to shamelessly give Fletcher a hickey. “You taste so good, Fletch. So sweet.”
“Babe, you’re starting to freak me out a little. How many more things are there to even do?”
“Are you my sweet boy, Fletcher?” Taylor asked softly, ignoring him. He nipped at the skin that had already started turning pink. He selfishly liked how nervous Fletcher was getting. How easy it was to make him fold.
Fletcher let out a sigh as he nodded.
“Use your words,” Taylor commanded.
“I’m your sweet boy, Taylor,” Fletcher whispered. “Are you my sweet boy, Taylor?” Fletcher asked sarcastically.
Taylor quickly snorted as he pulled away and gave Fletcher another quick kiss.
He started to lean back in his seat, but Fletcher cupped his jaw just as roughly, if not more, and pulled Taylor back in.
“What are you planning on doing to me, birthday boy?” Fletcher asked.
He pressed a kiss to the side of Taylor’s neck. Right below his earlobe.
“I’m not going to tell you. It’ll be a surprise,” he answered.
“But it’s not my birthday,” Fletcher hummed against his skin.
He moved his lips lower as he kissed his way down Taylor’s neck.
And then Taylor heard his seat buckle click as Fletcher unbuckled and quickly dropped to his knees.
He lifted Taylor’s shirt up as he pressed hot, open-mouth kisses to Taylor’s stomach. Taylor’s cock twitched with excitement.
Fletcher knew exactly what he was doing. He gripped Taylor through the material of his sweatpants and moved his hand up and down Taylor’s length.
He kissed down Taylor’s stomach and Taylor opened his knees so Fletcher could kneel in between them.
“I want to taste what a twenty-year-old’s cock tastes like,” Fletcher whispered before he mouthed Taylor through his sweats.
“I don’t think we should be doing this on the plane, Fletch. What if someone—Ow!” Taylor grunted as Fletcher fully bit him. “Are you fucking crazy?” Taylor whispered.
Fletcher looked up with a suggestive look in his eye. “I’m your sweet boy, Taylor,” he whispered before kissing Taylor again through the fabric material of his sweats. He squeezed Taylor’s thighs and dug his nails into Taylor’s skin. “Let me take care of you, baby. I’ll be so sweet to you.”
Taylor wasn’t sure if he’d come in his pants just from that.
Fletcher pulled his throbbing cock from his pants and licked him from base-to-tip.
He kept teasingly licking Taylor’s cock without actually taking him into his mouth.
“Does this feel good, baby?” he asked Taylor.
He licked the precum that had begun to leak from Taylor’s head.
He took only the head into his mouth while he gripped the rest of Taylor with both of his hands stacked on top of one another.
“So good,” Taylor sighed. “You have a dirty little mouth, Fletcher,” he told him incredulously. The sight of Fletcher looking up at him with those eyes was too much to handle.
Fletcher pulled off and spit onto Taylor’s cock before stroking him a few times with his hands to spread the saliva.
He licked the head again before pressing a light kiss to it.
“I’ve never tasted a twenty-year old’s cock before,” Fletcher told him with a playful light in his eyes.
He continued to lick, not caring how messy he was getting.
Beads of spit that escaped dripped down his chin.
This was too fucking good. “How does it taste, sweetheart?”
“Do you really wanna know?” Fletcher purred.
He leaned up and grabbed Taylor’s neck as he connected their mouths in a kiss. Fletcher swirled his tongue around Taylor’s for a few seconds. Taylor hummed against his lips. Fletcher broke the kiss and sunk back down to his knees. “How was it?” Fletcher asked.
“So perfect, handsome boy.”
“I want to see if I can make you finish in twenty seconds,” Fletcher challenged him. “If you can, then you can do whatever you want to me tonight.”
“Fuck,” Taylor whispered. He honestly was worried that he would finish in less than twenty seconds. Fletcher was unfairly good at giving head. Taylor silently gave him a nod of approval before Fletcher went to town on his cock.
Taylor tried his hardest to conceal his grunts as Fletcher quickly took him into the back of his throat. Taylor was actually worried Fletcher was going to really choke. He bobbed up and down, sucking and messily slurping him.
“Good job,” he praised. Taylor couldn’t stand how hot he looked like this.
All mine, Taylor thought. He was growing more possessive of Fletcher by the day.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking good at this.
I wonder what Daddy would do if he knew his golden boy liked to get on his knees and choke on my cock,” Taylor panted.
“Mhmm,” Fletcher moaned, which made Taylor come instantly.
“Oh, fuck,” Taylor groaned as he thrusted himself into Fletcher’s throat. He opened his mouth wide, Taylor could watch himself fill Fletcher up.
Fletcher smiled at Taylor as he swallowed all of it. He leaned down bobbed his head over Taylor’s cock a few more times just for the hell of it before he pulled off and tucked Taylor back into his sweats.
Taylor expected him to stand up and go back to his seat, but he still had somewhat of a primal look in his eye when he grabbed Taylor’s hand and guided it to his hair.
Taylor brushed the mess of his curls back as Fletcher kissed both of Taylor’s knees and then his thighs.
“I’m your golden boy, Tay,” Fletcher told him softly.
He leaned up and pulled Taylor down again to finish his work in progress of a hickey beneath Taylor’s earlobe.
It felt possessive the way he held Taylor and sucked at his skin.
“My golden boy,” Taylor repeated to him.
“Your boy, Taylor,” Fletcher told him insistingly. “Not his.”
Taylor frowned. Fletcher sounded kind of upset.
“Fletcher I…” Taylor tried to apologize, but Fletcher wouldn’t let him. He nipped at Taylor’s skin before looking at Taylor with a weird look in his eye. A look that told Taylor he was hiding something important from him.
Taylor cupped his cheek and smiled at him before kissing him tenderly. “Tell me I’m yours,” Fletcher asked him softly against his lips. Sounding a little insecure.
“Fletch, you’re… I…” Taylor shouldn’t have even brought that fucker up. That was the one thing he knew Fletcher didn’t want to be worrying about while he was with him. He just didn’t understand why this stuck such a nerve with Fletcher.
“Fletch, I want you,” Taylor assured him.
“I fucking mean it when I tell you that you’re mine.
You’re my boy. You’re my heart, Fletcher.
God, I fucking…” Taylor paused. Because he was really close to saying something big.
And he didn’t know if it was time. He held Fletcher’s face as he leaned in to kiss him.
“You don’t need to do anything to earn my affection. ”
Fletcher looked like he could cry. He nodded. “I don’t know what got into me. God, I just… I need to know that what we have isn’t conditional,” he told him as he gestured between the two of them. “I don’t want anything to be held over my head. If I mess up or say the wrong thing…”
Taylor’s heart clenched. The thought of Fletcher’s parents’ love being conditional made him sick to his stomach.
He of all people knew that love should never be conditional or held over your head.
Taylor wanted to tell Fletcher that he loved him.
That the love he had for him was unconditional.
That he saw how hard he worked. That he was proud.
He’d never been told any of those things growing up and it really must’ve screwed things up for him when it came to big feelings or commitment.
Taylor gulped. “Nothing you do or say will change the way I feel about you, Fletcher. You mean so fucking much to me. More than anything else in the world. You’re more than just a prize to flaunt or show off.
You’re fucking amazing at hockey. You work harder than anyone I know.
You’re my idea of perfect. My golden boy. ”
“Yeah?” Fletcher let out a sigh of relief, looking like he had been snapped back into reality. “I’m sorry for freaking out. I think I really just needed to hear that.”
“You’re mine, Fletcher. No one else gets to have you. In any way. Not anymore, baby.”