The sound of a latch unbuckling hit my senses. That was not a good sound mid-flight. “What are you—”
“I just need the med bag.” Daniel twisted and awkwardly reached between us to the cabin space behind our seats.
“Are you going to pump me with some anti-horny drug?”
Daniel’s body shook with laughter, and because he was pressed against me, the vibrations ran through me as well. My cock head brushed against the lap belt. I bit down on my lip to stop myself from making more noises.
Daniel sat back down and clicked his seatbelt immediately. I kept my eyes on the front. “What’re you doing?”
“Wipes, dumbass.”
“Oh?”
“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but Reed, I’m going to give you a hand job in the cockpit of a chopper mid-flight over open water in the goddamn South Pole!”
Hell, yes! My heart rate spiked. I grinned. “Don’t do it on my account.”
“Oh, I’m not. I can hardly think straight myself with you all…” He grumbled and leaned toward me. I took a peek at his face. He was flushed all over. “Annoying sexy Australians,” he muttered as he slowly unzipped my flight suit all the way to my crotch.
My weeping cock sprang free, the cool air giving me shivers.
Daniel made some kind of whimpering sound. “Why are you… going commando under the flight suit?”
“No time,” I grunted.
“So hot.” I felt a hand settle on my thigh and his weight shift as he bent down as far as he could in the small confines of our cockpit. “Keep your eyes on the horizon.”
“Yes, sir.”
As soon as Daniel’s warm hand closed around my shaft, I was gone. A string of curses dropped from my lips as he stroked me slowly. He alternated between long pulls and squeezing my cock. His fingers slid down and cupped my balls. An obscene soundtore out of me. I widened my legs as best as I could to give him access.
“I’m about to… fuck, fuck.”
“I’ve got you.” I felt his hand push mine away from the cyclic, and he took control of the chopper.
He flew us safely while I came apart in his hands, thick ropes of cum jetting off my cock, my hips rising from the seat under the assault of my orgasm.
The next few moments had to be the best of my bloody life. Even in my wildest dreams, I had never imagined that my Daniel would be bringing me to a climax while we flew over Antarctica.
I was the luckiest man alive.
When my vision cleared again and my brain returned to functioning, he was cleaning me up with a wipe. “That’s a new Guinness record I set. Again. But this time with you.”
Daniel paused in his cleaning and looked at me with murder in his eyes. “Don’t you dare speak about this to anyone.”
10
Daniel
Ten minutes later, with a very pleased pilot in the cockpit, we reached our destination. To our front and left, the research vessel sat low in the water, its red hull bright against the dark sea. A handful of figures in orange parkas lined the deck rail, faces turned up toward us. One of them stood slightly apart from the others, binoculars raised, a tall figure who waved at us. Nate. I waved back.
We flew closer still, and it was then that I heard them. A low, continuous sound, rolling across the water from ahead of us. Above even the engine noise.
“You hear that?” Reed said.
“Yes.”
The iceberg ahead of us was a vast, flat-topped wall of blue-white ice, sheer on all sides, rising straight out of the water. Around its base, loose brash ice shifted in slow clusters. And ontop, against the white expanse, a single small figure. Black back, white front, standing alone.
