Page 2 of The Forever Vault

I let out a big breath. His ability to know what I was thinking was uncanny. One of the benefits of living together for almost four years.

“Haven’t you done this before?” Heather asked, leaning forward to rub my shoulder.

I chuckled and unclenched my asshole.

Well, just a little bit. Tampa traffic was a bitch.

* * *

“I still can’t believe your mom got us these tickets for my birthday.” Heather surprised me with them at my birthday dinner in May. Cam smiled, leaned over, and puckered his lips. I kissed him, knowing he needed it. He hated flying.

“It’s like she loves you or something.” Cam shrugged and fiddled with the safety brochure.

“Can I get you gentlemen anything before we take off?”

I glanced up to see an appreciative smile and amber eyes that seemed to sparkle. In that way.

Stereotypically, male flight attendants had a reputation. I laughed a little on the inside because the reputation was not unearned. Every flight. It never failed. A guy would find us and give us extra of whatever we needed. It happened with the women, too.

I knew Cam and I were famous. Not like Chris Hemsworth or anything, but something told me this gentleman wasn’t going to be our first admirer of the day.

After all, it was a six hour flight.

“I’ll take a Sex on the Beach,” Cam replied.

I watched the guy’s eyes bulge for a second before he hid his smirk. It was early, but I knew Cam was nervous. I didn’t mind a tipsy Cam either. He got handsy when he drank, a fun combination at high altitudes.

“We’re actually not supposed to serve alcohol just yet,” he said, lowering his voice, “but I’ll make an exception for you two. Would you like something, Lu-?”

There it is.

“I mean, sir.”

I knew he recognized us.

“Just a Diet Coke, thanks.”

“If you need anything else, just let me know. My name’s Sean.”

It had been a few hours since they served us breakfast, and despite having two dedicated flight attendants for first class - including Sean from earlier - I had counted at least four others traversing through the cabin at different times. Seemingly, they had purpose, but I made eye contact with every one of them before they glanced away. I still found it odd to be recognized, especially in non-athletic settings.

Cam’s hand slid up the leg of my shorts, causing me to twitch in my seat. The calluses on his palm tickled as they rubbed over the fine hairs on my thigh. He was going for my-

Jesus!

I glanced around out of habit. We had some privacy since the seats were asymmetrical across the aisle, but anyone could walk by and see us, including Sean.

“Really, Cam?” I whispered. “Here?!”

“What? You’re the one that went commando. That’s practically an invitation.”

“Last night’s fuckfest wasn’t enough for you?”

Cam seemed to think about it for a minute. “That was your send-off. Like when they break the bottle of champagne on the bow of a ship, you know, for a good voyage.”

“If only cum were champagne-flavored.” I jolted in my seat as his fingertips made contact with my balls. My hormones were on their way to kill my brain cells. Rational thoughts were trying to form. I looked down, knowing what I’d see. My shorts were tenting.

Cam’s touch still drove me wild.