Spring was approaching and Victor's life was more settled than it had been in years, at least in his opinion it was. He was happily involved with Samuel. His ex-wife was dating again, though she'd not found anyone serious and according to her she wasn't looking, but she wasn't going to dry up and become a prune either. He was glad for that. He knew Pamela was special and she could make someone else very happy.
Most of all he felt very confident with the way the children were more accepting of Samuel. His lover had been included in the counseling sessions and as the whole group met, they slowly began the healing and learning process their unique situation forced upon them. It was the sound of laughter that brought Victor back to reality and he looked over to the giggling faces of his twin daughters, Alice and Abby. He chuckled, his chest rising from the motion and watched Samuel herd them back toward him and Michael, the twins' five-year-old brother.
"Pamela's late," Samuel replied. He and Victor were on their way to Florida to visit some friends of Samuel's. Pamela was to meet them at the airport before they departed and pick up the kids.
"Pam's not late. She's right here," a soft voice spoke from behind him. Both men looked, Samuel turned so he could face the voice and he grinned.
"So you are," he said with a lift to his lips.
The children ran to their mother and hugged her legs. Victor stood and gathered the small suitcase and the two bags that the kids had shoved toys and clothes in. They'd spent the first few days of Spring Break with him and would finish the rest of the week with Pamela before returning to school and the visitation schedule. "Here you go," he said after exchanging "Hellos" and "How ya' dos."
Samuel gripped Victor's shoulder and the two men watched Pamela lead the group of happy youngsters out of the airport. "Sure is nice to see that," Samuel said.
"Yea. I wasn't sure if I'd ever see them happy again. I'm thrilled beyond words," Victor agreed, picking up his suitcase just as the final boarding call to Miami was announced. The two men moved through Security and eventually made it onto the plane. They took their seats in first class and settled back for the flight.
Victor had fallen asleep a few minutes after the flight settled and it was the touch of Samuel's lips against his ear that stirred him from his slumber. "Hey sexy," Sam whispered. His had slowly traveled an invisible trail of heat along Victor's thigh. "You know we have to do it," he smirked against his friend ear before sliding his tongue over the curve.
"No, we don't," Victor said followed by a heated groan and the firm removal of Samuel's hand from his thigh. He continued to hold his partner's hand though he knew that touch was just as arousing as all the other things about Samuel. He loved his mate and he enjoyed everything about him, even this wicked naughty side. Victor knew exactly what Samuel had meant; his lover had joked about the "Mile-High Club" for the last few days as their trip grew closer.
Sam laughed and squeezed his partner's hand. His mouth still whispering against Victor's skin. "You'll love it."
"I know I would," Victor said. He shifted in his seat. His cock was already hard, the mere thought of fucking Samuel in the airplane was more desirable then he'd imagined. Samuel added to the pressure by running his tongue along Victor's neck and then telling him how badly he wanted his lover's cock.
"Come on baby. My cock is hard. I need to come. I have what we need in my jacket pocket," Samuel released Victor's hand and pretended to reach down to pick up a magazine that was lying on the floor as he did he purposely groped his lover's swollen sex. His eyes looked up into Victor's. Both men knew it was going to happen and when Samuel left, Victor followed two minutes later.
