Jon was wired, couldn�t sleep on this flight, but needed to.
He was going back and forth between reading a book on how to write a screenplay and gazing out of the window, peering into the night, at the moon in the dark sky to his right and the tiny lights on the ground far below.
The low roar of the jet engines behind him drowning out most other noises. No one coming to sit with him for the last hour or so, everyone else dozing in other parts of the plane for the three hour flight.
He sat in the row furthest to the back of the jet, retreating there as soon as he boarded, looking for some solitude.
He saw movement in the aisle in front of him, looking up, he saw Richie approaching. A smile crept across his mouth as a thought raced across his mind.
He turned off the overhead light as Richie flopped down in the seat next to him.
�Can�t sleep?� Richie asked.
�No, but I need to, you either huh?� Jon said.
�Oh I dozed a little bit.� Richie offered.
They sat in silence for a moment, looking at each other eyes.
The smile on Jon�s face told Richie he�d made a wise decision, moving to the back of the plane, in the dark cabin.
�Have you ever done it in a plane full of people?� Richie asked nonchalantly.
�No, have you?� Jon replied.
�No, not yet.� Richie said.
�Not even a blow job?� Jon countered.
�No, the opportunity never presented itself.� Richie explained.
Jon glanced back out of the window.
�If the opportunity presented itself, would you?� Jon asked.
�Um, yeah I think I would. But you�re too chicken to do it here.� Richie said matter of factly.
�Think so?� Jon responded.
�Yeah, know so.� Richie was confident.
Jon reached over and grabbed a fistful of Richie�s shirt and pulled him out of his seat, made him squat in front of him.
�I dare you to give me a blow job right now.� Jon said.
Richie�s smile grew wide. He loved this game.
Even though they both had beautiful, loving wives and families, they had done everything known under the sun in their years in this business and sometimes they just needed the extra adrenaline rush of doing something most would consider forbidden or dangerous.
He and Jon didn�t get to play this game often, but when they did, it was, well, the best sex they ever had.
Richie glanced over his shoulder, Jon looking up as well, to make sure the coast was clear, no movement in the cabin that they could see.
Richie turned back and looked at Jon�s face. The faint moonlight illuminated golden strands of hair framing his softly shadowed face. Richie felt his groin stirring at the sight of Jon�s hooded eyes.
He moved his hands along Jon�s thighs, feeling Jon tense his quadriceps under the touch. Jon kept his hands on the armrests of the leather seat, his fingers curled tightly around the ends.
Richie slowly unbuttoned and unzipped Jon�s jeans. Jon stifled a moan of anticipation. He closed his eyes and focused on the burning between his legs, making it expand.
Richie lightly touched Jon�s engorged cock, the pink head peeking out above the zipper. Jon�s stomach tightened and he swallowed back a groan.
Richie wrapped his hand around it, the heat engulfing his hand. He placed his thumb along the base and stroked gently. Jon gasped, then held his breath, trying hard not to make any noise.
Richie brought his mouth over the tip and licked the precum away, sending a hot shiver up Jon�s spine, rocking his head back against the leather. Jon slouched down a little more and as he did so, his cock slid further into Richie�s mouth, the entire head enclosed by Richie�s lips now.
Richie sucked a little, washing his tongue over the smoothness. Jon�s knuckles were white as he clenched the armrests to keep himself from launching out of the seat
. Richie let the engorged cock slide further into his mouth, then out, up and down, until he felt Jon�s hips begin to quicken the pace.
Jon sucked in a breath, quivering as his orgasm shot through his body, sending come down Richie�s throat. Richie took his seat, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as Jon fumbled with his zipper.
After a few minutes, Jon looked over at Richie.
�You do that very well you know.� Jon said.
�Yes you�ve mentioned that before.� Richie said.
�I think I can sleep now.�
�Good, glad I could be of service.�
�My turn next time.�
�Yes, yes it is,� Richie licked his lips wondering when the next time would present itself, smiling at the thought, wherever it is, it�ll be fantastic.