What Happens in Vegas

"Mr. Markus G. if you're in the boarding area please come see the gate agent at gate D1. Markus G. come see the gate agent at D1."

Fred elbowed Mark's arm. He pushed one of his noise-cancelling headphones back.

"What's up?" Mark asked.

"They just called a Markus G to the gate agent," Fred informed him. Mark sighed deeply and rolled his eyes.

"I swear to Christ if they bumped me from this flight..." Mark trailed off as he got up to see what the announcement was about.

He had good reason to be nervous about getting bumped. It seemed like every flight he took with Fred and Aaron he got bumped or moved or fucked around with in some way.

Aaron had claimed it was because Mark insisted on booking the cheapest fare on some bargain website instead of dealing with the airlines directly. Mark didn't think that should matter, but Fred and Aaron never seemed to have any issues and they always booked directly with the airlines they were traveling with.

Fred glanced up at Aaron sitting across from him reading a magazine. Aaron looked up for a moment and met his gaze. Fred winked and Aaron smiled a little, blushing slightly.

Mark came back holding a new printed boarding pass.

"Did they bump you?" Aaron asked, feeling smug.

"No, actually," Mark paused waiting for Aaron to look up from his reading material. Once he did, Mark continued. "They upgraded my seat. I'm riding first class home baby!"

"Oh shit! How did that happen?" Fred asked.

"The gate agent said the seat I was booked in is broken, and coach is super packed." Mark replied. "I thought for sure she was going to say I'd been bumped, but they had a couple seats free in first class, so they put me up there!"

"Wow, what a lucky break!" Aaron said. He couldn't help but realize that now he and Fred would have a row all to themselves for several hours.

"Yeah! I've never flown first class before," Mark said.

"Of course you haven't Mr. 'I found a super cheap fare through a very sketchy website,'" Aaron said. Fred glanced at him once more and winked again. Aaron adjusted in his seat and went back to reading his magazine.

A little while later Mark was saluting his two friends as he boarded the plane with one of the first groups. Fred and Aaron each gave a small wave as they waited for their boarding group to be called.

"He's so damn pleased with himself," Aaron smiled.

"Yeah, little does he know how this works out for us," Fred said winking.

"Oh, come on Fred, we'll be on a plane, surrounded by people." Aaron rolled his eyes, but his penis swelled slightly with anticipation. Fred raised his eyebrows and looked at Aaron sideways.

"Sure, it is a full flight, but it's also a red eye," he pointed out. "Chances are most people will be sleeping on this flight." Aaron flushed a bit and chuckled nervously.

"Ok, fair point. Maybe that's true, but seriously the flight attendants won't let us get away with... shenanigans." Aaron cleared his throat.

"Now boarding group B. If your boarding pass says group B you may now board," the gate agent announced.

Fred and Aaron stood, bringing out their phones to present their boarding passes to the gate agent. Fred shouldered his backpack and grabbed his duffel. Aaron pulled his rolling bag next to him.

"We'll see what we can get away with," Fred muttered to Aaron as they lined up with the others in group B. Aaron's face blazed red all the way to the tips of his ears.

Mark lifted his glass of champagne to his two friends as they passed him on the way to their seats.

"Settle down, bougie boy," Fred teased. Mark laughed lightly and sipped his drink.

Aaron and Fred were seated toward the front of the cabin only a few rows into coach. The window seat was blocked off with 'Out of Order' signs stuck to it. Aaron took the middle seat and Fred sat on the aisle.

After everyone had boarded a flight attendant came by to make sure they knew the window seat was broken and ask that they not try to sit on it.

"It makes me sad that you have to tell people that," Fred said. He smiled at the flight attendant, whose name tag read 'Gary'. Gary smiled back.

"Believe me sir, it makes me sad too. But you'd be surprised," Gary said. "We'll be taking off shortly." The flight attendant bustled off to collect his supplies for the safety information announcement.

Fred sighed and leaned his head back putting his arms on the rests.

"Hey, don't take my armrest," Aaron said, gently pushing Fred's arm aside.

"You can share," Fred said, gently pushing back.

"No, I'm in the middle. I get both armrests," Aaron replied. "It's a well-known courtesy."

"Well-known to who? Besides, you don't have anyone on the other side," Fred pointed out.

"Neither do you," Aaron persisted, pushing his arm on the rest. Fred sighed and placed his arm over Aaron's. He traced his fingers along the back of Aaron's hand and leaned close to his ear.

"Maybe you should learn to share with me." Fred kissed Aaron lightly on his ear lobe and a shiver of pleasure moved down his spine. His penis twitched and began to stiffen again.

"Fred," Aaron whispered warningly. "Mark is right up there."

"I know where he is," Fred murmured. "He can't see us."

Fred planted another kiss on Aaron's neck and continued to trace little lines and circles on his hand. The touch of his fingertips and his warm breath on his neck caused goosebumps to raise all over Aaron's skin and his cock became even harder, more difficult to conceal.

Fred noticed Aaron squirming in his seat and smiled with satisfaction. His own dick was responding to the touch as well, getting aroused at the thought of making Aaron hard.

"I'd hate to make you uncomfortable though," Fred grumbled, still close to Aaron's ear. Aaron breathed out forcefully as Gary stood between first class and coach to begin the safety demonstration.

"We should pay attention to this," Aaron mumbled. He turned his head and rested his forehead against Fred's. The two men closed their eyes for a moment, then pulled apart as the plane pushed back from the gate.

Take off was swift and smooth. Aaron leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He didn't mind flying in general, but take off, landing, and unexpected turbulence made him jumpy. Fred had laced his fingers with Aaron's when he noticed him gripping the armrest.

Aaron glanced around him at the other passengers. The people across the row all had blankets, and eye masks already in place and the rows in front and behind were at various points in shows, movies, or sleep. When he was certain no one was looking he leaned over and kissed Fred on the cheek.

Fred smiled at him and kissed him on the mouth. After the fasten seatbelt sign clicked off Fred leaned forward to retrieve the backpack from under the seat.

"I didn't realize you'd brought a backpack," Aaron commented. "I thought you had just brought your usual duffel and golf bag." Fred grinned.

"Oh, I did. I got this in Vegas." Fred unzipped the backpack. "While you and Mark were getting a table at our last dinner for the weekend, I stopped in at one of those cheap souvenir stores and bought a shitty backpack." Aaron looked confused for a moment.

"Why?" he asked.

"So, I could bring these," Fred said. He pulled two dark blue fleece blankets from the backpack. They were soft and fuzzy and very warm.

"How did you get those to fit in that backpack?" Aaron asked.

"It was tight, but with some creative folding and rolling I got them to fit inside," Fred waggled his eyebrows. Aaron rolled his eyes in response as Fred dropped one of the blankets in his lap.

"Well, great, thanks. It is really cold on this plane." Aaron said. Fred nodded.

The flight attendants came through with the drink and snack service. Both Fred and Aaron declined the snack. Fred ordered a whiskey soda and Aaron chose a vodka soda. After finishing his drink Aaron began to stow his tray table again.

"No, no," Fred mumbled. "Leave it down."

"What? Why?" Aaron asked.

"Just... leave it down," Fred repeated as Gary picked up their empty cups. "Thanks so much." Gary nodded at them. After trash collection the flight attendants announced they would be lowering the cabin lights and wouldn't come through the cabin unless called, to allow passengers to sleep.

"Perfect," Fred grinned. "Put your blanket over you." He pushed up the armrest that was between them and scooched as close to Aaron as his seatbelt would allow.

Aaron unfolded his blanket. Tucking it under the tray table he draped it over his legs and lap. It seemed to be big enough that he could pull it up to his shoulders, so he did so. He noticed part of Fred's blanket was draped over his. He assumed Fred was going to sleep on his shoulder, so he laid his head back and positioned himself as close to Fred as he could to make sure they were both comfortable.

As Aaron closed his eyes and began to relax, he felt Fred's hand on his thigh. He opened his eyes and found Fred looking at him hungrily. He put one finger to his lips in a shushing gesture as his other hand traveled to the front of his pants. Aaron glanced down and realized that the tray table was blocking the view of his lap.

"We can't do this," Aaron protested quietly in Fred's ear.

"This is too fucking hot," Fred growled quietly. "Just relax." Fred slowly rubbed at the front of Aaron's pants and found the growing mound. As his hand brushed over it, Aaron sucked in a breath. Carefully Fred eased down the zipper of Aaron's pants and reached inside. Aaron wasn't wearing any underwear, so his cock was easily accessible.

It grew harder at the touch and a bit of precum beaded at the tip. Fred ran his thumb over it. Aaron breathed out a gasp.

"No underwear Aaron?" Fred whispered into his ear. His hot breath, scented with the whiskey he had drank, sent another tremor through Aaron and his cock leaked even more.

"I- I ran out. I packed in a rush and forgot extras," Aaron whispered. "I wasn't expecting to need extra anyway."

"Fuck," Fred whispered, a tremor in his voice. "You're making me so hard."

"Oh god," Aaron whispered and closed his eyes again. Fred pumped his hand in long slow strokes along Aaron's ever hardening shaft.

Fred casually crossed an ankle to rest on his knee creating a little cave where his cock was rising, just obscured by his own tray table.

"Touch me," he mumbled to Aaron. Aaron looked at him with wide eyes, his breathing ragged. But he nodded and reached across the gap under the blankets and felt Fred's stiff bulge.

A little more clumsily than Fred, Aaron lowered the zipper and thrust his hand into the opening. He stroked Fred's rock-hard dick a few times then worked it through the opening of his boxer shorts. He brought his hand up too fast and hit the tray table causing the person sitting in front of Fred to stir and readjust in their seat.

"Careful," Fred muttered into Aaron's ear, a smile curling the corners of his mouth. Aaron's hand felt so good wrapped around his hard member. He sucked in a slow breath.

"Fuuck, Aaron," he breathed out into Aaron's ear. Aaron let out a very quiet whimper by Fred's ear and ran his tongue along his neck up to his earlobe and nipped at it.

Fred slowly bucked his hips forward as Aaron's tongue traveled up his neck. His cock dripped furiously, and Aaron gathered the moisture in his hand stroking it up and down the length of Fred's huge dick.

Aaron whimpered very quietly again. How he wanted to lean forward and take that hard cock into his mouth. He and Fred had had multiple opportunities for blow jobs this past weekend. Mark was so preoccupied with Kate and getting back home to her that he hadn't noticed how often they would slip away together.

Aaron was getting much better at controlling his gag reflex and had learned where his threshold was. He loved when Fred would shoot his load at the back of his throat, Aaron would suckle at his dick until it had nothing left to give and swallow it all.

At the thought of blowing Fred, Aaron's cock hardened a fraction more and he caught a loud moan that nearly escaped his throat, disguising it as a cough. He leaned close to Fred's ear, and even though his face blazed red when he uttered what he said, he still said it.

"I want your hard cock in my mouth. I love to swallow your loads," Aaron felt a rush of desire and his cock dripped in Fred's hand. Fred gasped in a breath at the dirty talk and felt a similar rush of pleasure head straight to his dick. He held back a grunt and a growl as a generous amount of precum dripped from his swollen head.

"Fuck, Aaron," he whispered. "Meet me in the bathroom. I'll go first. Wait a second then join me." Aaron's eyes widened with panic.

"No, they'll notice for sure. This is one thing, but fucking in the bathroom?" Aaron whispered frantically.

"Hey, it'll be fine. We won't get caught. Just watch me go, see what one I go in to. I'll give you a thumbs up if the flight attendants aren't paying attention." Fred tucked his dick back into his pants doing his best to hide his dripping, throbbing member. Aaron followed suit, gasping as he tucked his cock into the waistband of his pants.

He thought for sure he'd go soft at this risk. But as he watched Fred make his way down the aisle, he noticed it not only stayed nice and hard, but it also leaked more precum. He hoped he didn't have obvious wet spots on his pants and prayed that when he stood up most everyone would be asleep.

Fred reached the bathrooms, turned quickly, and gave a discreet thumbs up. He slipped into the bathroom but didn't lock the door. Aaron took a deep breath and stood up.

As he walked carefully down the aisle, he did note that most of the passengers were sleeping. The few who were awake were staring at their phones with headphones in their ears. Only two people had their reading lights on, and they also wore headphones.

Aaron thought it took an eternity to walk down the aisle, but he didn't want to draw unwelcome attention to himself. He finally made it to the bathroom Fred had slipped into and pushed the door open. He closed it carefully and locked it tight.

Fred pressed himself against Aaron connecting their lips, plunging his tongue into his mouth. Aaron could feel the hot press of his solid erection. He rubbed his own firm cock against Fred's who hissed in a breath through his teeth.

"We still have to be quiet," Fred said.

"And quick probably," Aaron muttered.

"You're so fucking sexy, that won't be a problem." Fred pushed Aaron's shirt up and took one nipple into his mouth and bit on it gently, swirling his tongue around the puckering point. Aaron whimpered a little and bucked his hips forward.

"Shhh." Fred lowered himself to his knees. He undid Aaron's pants and pushed them down around his ankles. With urgency he put his mouth over the tip of Aaron's dick, swishing his tongue around the tip.

Aaron hissed in a breath, stifling a whimpering moan. His hand laced through Fred's hair, and he thrust forward. Fred took the length of him into his mouth, his eyes tearing with the quick thrust. He didn't mind, in fact he loved it. He grabbed Aaron's buttocks and squeezed the cheeks.

Aaron gasped again as Fred bobbed back up pressing his tongue along his lover's hard shaft. He inched one finger towards Aaron's asshole and eased it in. He pressed and pushed, priming him.

As Fred thrust a finger inside of him and bobbed up and down on his slick hot cock Aaron thrust more hurriedly. Fred had to pull back a little or risk gagging. He smiled anyway pleased to see how horny he'd made Aaron.

"Fuck, Fred. Ohhhh, yesss," he managed to whisper as he came into Fred's mouth. The taste of him was still a surprising delight to Fred, who opened his mouth wide as Aaron came into his mouth, his cum sliding down his throat with ease.

Fred pulled his finger from Aaron's ass, stood quickly, and whipped his own pants and underwear down to his ankles. His cock was throbbing and twitching frantically. He spat into his hand and rubbed the moisture onto his cock, grunting quietly at the sensation. Aaron turned quickly and bent over as much as the tiny bathroom would allow.

He gripped Aaron's hips and eased his dick into his asshole. This was still new for both men, but they were quickly getting used to it.

"Oh, Aaron," Fred muttered as he buried his cock deep into him. Aaron again stifled a whimpering moan that threatened to erupt from his throat. Fred pulled back and thrust in again. He was certain he wouldn't last long, and he was right. The foreplay in their seats, blowing Aaron, and now fucking him, altogether he'd been hard for nearly an hour now. He was ready for the sweet release.

On his fourth thrust he gritted his teeth, his nails digging into Aaron's hips, his cock exploded sending a huge gush deep into Aaron. He wanted to growl and moan, but he held himself back. Both men were panting, and it looked like Aaron had come again as semen dripped down the wall in front of him.

"Whoops," he muttered. Fred smiled and pulled his softening dick from Aaron. He turned and the two men kissed deeply, letting their tongues roll around each other, and probe into their mouths. Their bodies pressed together, their softening dicks rubbing against each other, the tender tips touching, causing the men to gasp as they explored each other's mouths.

"I think we need to clean up," Fred said reluctantly. Aaron nodded. The two tidied up themselves and did their best to wipe down the walls Aaron had decorated. After cleaning up Fred unlocked the door and peeked out, he motioned Aaron to go out first.

He followed right after, arriving at his seat only a few moments after Aaron. The two men put on their seat belts, pushed their seats back, and snuggled under their separate blankets holding hands. Aaron would have loved to cuddle up to Fred, but he couldn't be sure if Mark would come back to check up on them or catch a glimpse on the way to the bathroom or something.

So, they contented themselves with entwining their fingers underneath the blankets, exhausted and satisfied. Fred wondered how their families and friends would take this news. He hoped they would at least be accepting of it.

The more time he spent in this type of relationship with Aaron the more at home he felt. He'd dated so many women, and none of them felt like home the way Aaron did.

They were nice, and some were smoking hot, but none of them felt... right to Fred.

Aaron made him feel like he'd finally made it, like he finally found what he'd been searching for all these years. He didn't know if it was men in general or Aaron in particular, but he did know how he felt. He'd never been so certain of anything before.

Without thinking about it, Fred reached up and stroked Aaron's cheek tenderly. Aaron reflexively turned his head, kissed his fingers, and cuddled up to Fred forgetting where they were. He was sound asleep, Fred could tell by his breathing, which had turned deep and even. Fred kissed his forehead and closed his eyes.

Mark stood at the curtain between first class and coach and wondered what the fuck he was looking at, as Fred kissed Aaron's forehead and settled in, closing his eyes.