Rob and Mark are back!
I hope you'd be happy to know that I've started writing a wedding epilogue.
I know, it's been a year since I concluded the story but I do hope some of their fans might still be here.
Now that I'm confident that I will write a wedding epilogue, I can let you read this prequel to it.
I'd like to thank Isemen on this site for taking an interest in my story and for encouraging me to write more, cause I probably wouldn't have otherwise. I've finally reworked chapter 3 and 4 and in my opinion they're much better now so you might want to check them out. Thanks Isemen for all the editing you've done!!
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"Thank you so much for coming out and being with us tonight. We hope you had an amazing night. We love you all," Rob said to the crowd before we walked off stage, ending yet another amazing gig.
We were in Seoul, South Korea, playing the fourth gig of the tour that had started in Singapore two weeks before. We were heading to Tokyo next and totally thrilled to be getting such an amazing reception from the people in Asia.
Every gig was incredible. We were finally doing the mind-blowing gigs we had always dreamed of doing; colourful, entertaining, audience-engaging with laser lights, fireworks, confetti and the LED lit wristbands given to each member of the audience to create a colourful lightshow, which evidently, was a huge success and widely talked about in the media.
It was our best tour so far and it was only the beginning. We were still in warm-up mode. Rob sounded the best ever. He had worked so much on his voice that it was now stronger. There seemed to be even more emotion and character in his tone. He poured his heart and soul into everything he sang and his energy on stage was out of this world. I was so proud of him. He was delivering an amazing performance for the audience, keeping the energy flowing until the very last song, and every gig was just tremendously amazing.
Leaving the stadium after the Seoul concert, we were taken straight to the airport to fly to Tokyo in our private jet. It was a two-hour flight and we were expected to land in Tokyo at about 2am and go to the hotel there.
About an hour after we had taken off and after talking about the show and drinking champagne with everyone, I went to join Rob at the front of the jet. He had been sitting alone for about ten minutes or so.
"Hey, sleeping yet?" I asked him, although it was obvious that he wasn't.
"No," he stretched a bit and I looked at him slyly.
Seeing the look on my face, he smiled, raised his upper body and took a quick look behind him to see that everyone had settled down into their seats.
"You're not really sitting here cause you need some time to yourself, are you?"
He shrugged slightly,
"I do need time to myself. Tonight was intense," he smiled, gazing at me.
"It was," I agreed, remembering some of the incredibly overwhelming moments of the show, and I could tell he was too.
"I can't wait to do it all over again, especially in Tokyo," he said.
I let out a giggle and, never breaking eye contact, I slowly moved my hand underneath the blanket that he had laid across his lap.
"Um, Mark?"
"Yeah?"
"That's my zipper," he said playfully.
"Oh, my mistake," I said, pulling the fly to his jeans down and slipping my hand inside. His cock felt all twisted up inside, and I began to manipulate it through his underwear so that it pointed up toward his chest.
He sighed softly, then laid his head back and closed his eyes.
"You're going to get in trouble again," he whispered as I began to rub my hand against his cock.
"Wouldn't you like that?" I whispered into his ear and looked behind our seats too.
Everyone seemed to be either asleep, listening to music or watching a movie, I seriously doubted they thought anything inappropriate was going on under our blanket.
"So, are you thinking of re-joining the Mile High Club?" Rob whispered.
"I might be persuadable."
"You got over what happened last time?" he asked with a smile.
Indeed, we had gotten caught by an Asian flight attendant on our way to Bangkok, giving her quite a shock, so I had told him that we probably shouldn't make an habit of having sex on the plane. He didn't agree with me and had tried to get me to do it again since then.
"It was mortifying," I said, feeling him start to harden, "but I guess after tonight's show, you deserve to relax a bit."
"So do you. Cause I don't fancy flying solo," he smiled.
He gave out another sigh and I saw his eyes close tighter as he pushed the back of his head into the seat. I watched his gorgeous face as I continued rubbing him. I was just loving the feeling of running my hand over his big pole.
Up and down I stroked him, eventually working him up to a full-blown erection. I could feel his cock head poking out of his underwear and squeezed it, feeling his thick precum coat my fingertips. I started pulling down his boxer-briefs until I was holding his hard flesh, with the denim of his jeans rubbing against the back of my hand.
"Mark," he sighed, placing his hand over his crotch so he could feel my movements.
I started to quicken the pace and I could tell that he was slowly starting to rock his hips back and forth, getting himself more and more lost in the sensations.
I leaned in very close to him and whispered into his ear. "I love your big cock, babe. I love feeling it hard and wet in my hand."
"Feels so good."
I then began to suck his earlobe with my lips, which I knew he loved.
"How about you take it in your mouth now?" he interrupted, a bit louder than he had wanted to.
I smiled and moved my lips down his neck, knowing how much he liked it.
"I'm getting there," I whispered.
He opened his eyes and looked intensely into mine. "Please, babe, don't make me beg," he said, responding to my words and my rapidly moving hand.
"You just did," I teased with a grin, sliding from my seat onto my knees in front of him.
I took the blanket away and placed it on my seat. Then, slowly but surely, I took the head of his throbbing cock between my lips, first savouring the precum leaking out.
"Ohh," he moaned very quietly and I loved how turned on he was that I was about to blow him in the plane. I reached down again and grasped his smooth, loose sack, lightly rolling his balls around with my fingers. Unable to resist any longer, I took his penis by the base and took the full length inside my mouth until his cockhead was teasing my tonsils.
Slowly, I began an up and down motion, my tongue lashing around the entire time. He was rock hard and I could hear his breath quicken. I could have used some air as well, but was unwilling to let go at the moment, savoring his taste and scent, wanting to make him feel as good as possible and reminding myself how much I loved him and how lucky I was.
I eventually took his cock out of my mouth and rocked it back and forth a bit, making him give out another long sigh. Then I placed my hand behind the long shaft and let my tongue go from his ballsack to his head, then back down, then back up again.
"God, you're hot," he murmured, watching me.
I looked up at him. "So are you. Cum in my mouth, alright," I whispered while still licking his shaft up and down.
He nodded. I smiled and took him back inside my mouth. He moaned very quietly again and I felt his hands softly begin to run through my hair.
"Ohh, your mouth feels so fucking good," he said under his breath, slowly starting to rock his hips.
I took a deep breath and lowered my mouth down to his pelvis again and sucked, feeling his pubes press against my lips and his cockhead hit the back of my throat each time he pushed back in.
This went on for a moment until his entire body jerked and I could tell his upper body had briefly lifted off of the seat. I wanted to pull back but again, I decided against it and continued sucking, slowly massaging his shaft with my tongue without ever using my hands.
"Oh, I'm so close," he said, about to orgasm.
Hearing those words, I decided to play a little edging game and give him a stronger release. I pulled back and blew on his cockhead. Then I soaked it with my tongue and saliva. Before letting him reach his climax, I pressed my hands on each side of the seat and lifted my body up until my lips slid across his cheek.
My fingers wrapped around his cock. As I tightened my grip and began to stroke him, his hands moved to the back of my head. His tongue immediately dove into my mouth and we made out. I just loved how assertive and passionate his kisses were. They would always leave me wanting more. I couldn't get enough of him.
When he moved his hands down to my arms, I briefly looked over the seat. Once I was sure that no one paid us any mind, I went back to kissing him.
"I love you so much," he said, looking as beautiful as ever.
"I love you," I responded as he began sucking my earlobe between his lips.
"God," he gasped. "I wish I could fuck you. I want all of you," he whispered and clutched my arm tighter as we resumed kissing.
For a second, I considered it, but I knew it was a risky game to play.
