As part of his job, Chance Fletcher had to be mobile, so travel was a necessary evil. Most of the time it was just an endless parade of the white insides of planes and the beige insides of hotel rooms before he was able to head home. Chance was kind of a big deal in advertising, and while he had at one time owned and run his own private firm, he'd sold it all and chosen the much more lucrative role of Advertising Consultant. If an ad firm landed a client and were just not having the success they wanted giving the client what they wanted, they'd bring Chance in to give them exactly what they wanted. He always seemed to know exactly how to deliver.
It was going to be a long flight to London. A British Ad firm was getting nowhere with an oil company account they'd landed and the client was pretty close to walking away, but the agency had managed to convince the client to come back for one more meeting, where they promised the best ideas would flow. Everyone at the UK firm was nervous as they knew this client and their one account would make the difference between surviving the next fiscal year or not. That's when the call was made and so Chance found himself in business class late in the day.
Chance had been summoned pretty last minute and as he prepped to leave in a hurry, he realized he would not have time to get out some of the sexual frustration he'd been carrying around lately. Chance could feel the build up in his big, weighty balls and it flashed across his mind; he might just have time to take 7.5" uncut matters into his own hands when he heard the "ping" of his phone, letting him know his Uber had arrived. "Fuck" said Chance, grabbed his trusty leather weekender bag and his laptop case with everything he would need for the trip and head out the front door for the airport.
Flying business class was definitely one of the perks of being a consultant when someone else was paying for the ticket. Chance's 6'2" frame sometimes felt a little hemmed in sitting in the "regular" seats, so he justified his expense that way. So far no one had argued, which showed just how highly they valued his expertise. As Chance was one of the first people on to the plane, he scanned the seat numbers quickly and found where he belonged, at least for the next 7 hours.
"Now" thought Chance to himself "Who do I get stuck with on the way?" Chance had certainly had his fair share of unfortunate traveling companions and he knew the best he could hope for was someone who enjoyed reading, sleeping and not talking to him; he doubted he'd be lucky enough to get all three.
As the rest of the plane needed to still board, he snapped open his laptop and set it up on the generous seat tray and began getting down the ideas he already had for the client who had summoned him to London.
The plane continued to board and Chance was starting to feel optimistic that perhaps there wouldn't even be a seat mate to contend with. Things were looking up. As the last of the passengers boarded the plane and the line of people began to dwindle down to the few stragglers left, Chance truly thought he'd won the lottery, the seat beside him was still empty. Not wanting to lose focus before he'd have to shut his computer down for take off, Chance got back to his main task.
Just when Chance truly believed he had somehow beaten the odds, there was a commotion at the door to the plane and a young man, early thirties, blonde and impossibly pretty made his way onboard, apologizing profusely and looking pretty embarrassed. The man, while being slender, was well defined, dressed impeccably and obviously from a wealthy family. The aristocratic air shimmering around him. "He looks a bit like Josh Hutcherson" thought Chance, the young star from the Hunger Games. Obviously he wasn't, but those pretty looks definitely had Chance's attention.
Now keeping half his attention on the newcomer and half on his presentation, Chance saw the man get pointed to his seat by the smiling flight attendant who was obviously not immune to the young man's charms herself. That seat was right beside Chance. "Guess it won't be all bad" he thought and smiled to himself.
The man got to his seat, looked at Chance, seemed to gulp slightly and then a dazzling smile played across his full mouth, "Sorry, so sorry, I'm Matt and I'm really, really late" he said while manhandling his luggage in to the overhead bin and at the same time, trying to cram a small backpack under the seat.
"Hey, no problem, at least you made it" Chance replied in his low, easy tone. Once again, the harried, late arrival seemed to stare and gulp before responding. "Yes," said Matt, "I'm grateful for that..... especially now" he said, holding Chance's gaze a little longer than a straight man might have.
"Oh, this IS going to be a good flight" thought Chance again as he smiled warmly up at Matt who was doing his best to not stare at Chance, and get himself into his seat. Even though Matt was moving around, Chance couldn't help but see Matt was definitely interested in him, or at least a part of him was.
As the two men made Get-to-Know-You small talk, completely ignoring the flight attendant and her worst case scenario speech, it seemed they had quite a bit in common. Both were traveling on business, both were consultants - Matt was a legal consultant brought in to help bolster strategies for high-net worth clients - and both men were definitely into each other.
Chance was a bit take aback by how strong the chemistry was, he couldn't seem to get enough of Matt, watching his mouth while he talked, imagining that mouth doing other things, looking deep into his eyes and seeing the light dance in them, no doubt about it, Chance was very intrigued by his new seat mate.
In business class, cocktails were served immediately on reaching cruising altitude, then dinner and plenty of refills of wine and then as dinner service ended the flight attendants brought around Brandy and Port. Both Chance and Matt seemed to be feeling more celebratory than when they got on the plane, and both men had happily taken anything that was offered. They had continued chatting throughout all the courses and the flirting was very give and take. As a result both men were decidedly relaxed when the announcement came that as the journey was overnight, the flight attendants would be coming around with blankets and pillows for everyone to relax and hopefully sleep through most of the trip.
The lights dimmed and many of the passengers immediately began to settle down for the night. Matt and Chance spread their blankets across their laps, and totally unspoken or even hinted at, Matt makes the first move.
