Chapter 2
He finally really truly looks at him, immediately regretting it.
He's got a button nose, thick lips, and a deep pair of dimples.
He looks smug and shy at the same time, and Kyren begs every god he can think of in his current state to either crash the plane or let him out of this seat because his underwear might be ruined but he can at least hope to save his jeans by this point.
The overhead console dings, and the light goes off, signifying that Kyren can now move freely about the cabin.
And move he does, unclicking his seatbelt so fast he accidentally knocks his own knuckles on the metal of the buckle, and he grimaces twice over as he nearly trips on his way to the bathroom.
It's a relief to be able to breathe away from that scent, and he can feel himself start to calm a little, edging away from arousal and annoyance and instead plummeting into full-scale embarrassment.
That guy knew he was wet.
How fucking
embarrassing
, he puts his head in his hands.
He's supposed to sit next to this guy for how long again?
He's not entirely sure what to do other than live in the bathroom for the next nine hours unless he plans on changing clothes a few more times.
He rests his forehead against the mirror and grips the small sink for some sort of anchor, wracking his brain for a solution.
It comes in the form of a quiet knock, and Kyren knows.
He whispers a ragged
fuck
, not even pretending to be bothered by the slick that finally does him in, guaranteed soaking his underwear.
If anything, when he opens the door, he considers it self-preservation for his jeans.
The guy, as Kyren so affectionately calls him in his mind, stands there in his full glory, smelling like dark roast coffee beans and looking like a model in his black-on-grey turtleneck and slacks, with an obvious erection as he clutches his hands nervously.
Kyren sighs.
He's never met quite as shy an alpha as this dude, but Kyren finds he likes it.
He likes it a lot.
He shudders as the door closes them both in, and there's a small moment where they just sort of exist in too close a proximity, chests heaving despite their efforts to restrain themselves, and they're doing pretty well until Kyren's watching his tongue wet his stupid fat bottom lip and dart back inside, making Kyren's stomach clench and threatening to ruin his jeans too.
The guy is on him in a second, and god, he's tall, Kyren thinks as he has to tilt up so far to let him kiss him.
"Oh,
god
," he moans when there's a pair of hands on his ass, gripping hard and pulling him forward to grind their cocks together.
"Are you gonna fuck me or what?"
"Romance really is dead."
"Airplane bathroom.
Biological imperative.
Not really romantic." His fingers shake a little as he tries to undo the other guy's belt and fly.
"You don't have to fuck just because you're
wet
," and there's something about the way that he says it that almost feels... derogatory.
In a hot way.
But Kyren has his pride, and he frowns.
"You're right, we don't have to.
You can leave if you want."
"Do you want me to?"
"Do you want to?"
"You're really contrarian, did you know that?"
Kyren shrugs.
"Probably, if I knew what that meant." He resumes his mission to get this guy's slacks off or at least down enough that his belt buckle and zipper don't dig into Kyren's ass while this happens.
Because this is happening.
He doesn't expect it, though, when there's a strong grip on his waist that spins him around and presses his hips against the sink.
He bites back a groan as his cock gets pushed against the side of the sink while the guy grinds against his ass.
"Easy with the goods, asshole."
"You seem pretty mad about the fact that you really want me to fuck you." But he eases back, pulling Kyren with him and replacing the hard edge of the sink with the soft press of his palm, and Kyren is
gone
.
He presses back against the guy at the same time he pushes his palm down harder, and Kyren moans low in his throat, wondering how hard he'd have to grip the sink before it breaks in his hands because he's pretty sure he's gonna reach that point before he gets any satisfaction.
He inhales deep, letting the bitter smell of coffee wash over him, excite him and calm him all at once, and he flushes when he finds himself baring his neck subconsciously.
Luckily, the only response he gets is a pair of fat lips sucking the column of his neck, threatening to draw bruises that Kyren knows will embarrass him at the conference.
"No marks.
I got - work stuff."
"Sorry.
You'd look really good with them," he mumbles against Kyren's skin and there's a different sort of knot in Kyren's stomach because so far, it really has all been chemical to him.
He'd assumed this guy just wanted to stick his dick in a slick omega and that he got off on their little banter, but the compliment catches him off-guard and he stutters out a thank you.
He watches in the mirror as Tall, Dark, and Handsome's hands travel to the fly of Kyren's jeans and begin to unbutton and unzip.
"Are you sure you want me to fuck you?
Don't want you to regret it just because you think you have to."
Kyren squints.
That's... kind of him.
It's a low fucking bar, but considering the assholes Kyren's hooked up with before, being given an out when the guy is literally thirty seconds from getting his dick wet is... nice.
It takes him a moment to realize the hands on his zipper have stopped moving, and he's actually supposed to answer.
They make eye contact in the mirror, and Kyren bites the inside of his cheek.
God, he looks so
small
in comparison, with this guy curled around his back, arms caging him in as they wait.
"No, I'm good.
No regrets so far.
Depends on your stroke game, I guess."
The smile he gets in response is far too cute for the circumstances.
"Then I guess you won't have any regrets."
Kyren groans in annoyance.
"Put the alpha attitude back where it came from." His jeans and underwear are tugged down in one swift motion, and his own petulance is bitten back immediately because he feels nothing but vulnerable right now.
He jumps when two fingers slide up the inside of his thigh, but they don't stop, continuing up into the meat of his ass, pushing between his ass until they can push in steadily.
"Jesus, you really are wet.
I smell that good to you?"
"I - I don't know, I guess." Kyren can't really think straight.
The fingers are unnecessary, and they both know it, but the guy seems to be taking none too little pleasure in fingerfucking him, curling them inside him and scissoring as his other hand slides up to Kyren's shoulder and pushes him forward at an angle.
"I just - ah - really like coffee -"
He realizes belatedly that he hasn't gotten a look at the cock that's about to be pushed inside him, and he's never thought he had any special kinks in particular, but the idea of getting fucked by a man he doesn't know in a public restroom at approximately 40,000 feet is really doing it for him right now.
He resolves not to be embarrassed when he feels more slick build up and spill out of him directly onto the tip of the guy's cock.
"Jesus."
"In my defense, I'm not usually -" Kyren inhales sharply as he pushes in, and he's far thicker than he thought he'd be, and he wonders if the reason he isn't so over-the-top alpha is because he's already secure in it.
No need to talk big when - "Fuck, how
big
are you?"
"Sorry, sorry.
I'm almost in I - I swear."
"Just -" Kyren huffs, pushing himself back that last little bit until he feels too full to even move.
"Oh god.
Fuck
.
You're some sort - fucked up hentai creature -"
There's a huff of laughter, and Kyren's head lolls back between his shoulderblades as he pulls out slowly just to push back in, and it's torture, absolute torture, and Kyren can't wait to cum from it.
"Aren't you just a messy boy," the guy mutters, and Kyren totally
hates
the shiver that runs through his veins.
"Messy
man
," Kyren mutters back, trying to scowl at his reflection in the mirror but only finding he can't make eye contact with how intently the man seems to be watching his own cock slide out nearly all the way before pushing back in too slowly for Kyren's liking.
He honest to god whines then, before he can stop himself, and a large part of him still hopes the plane crashes as soon as he gets to cum.