Long flights can get to be pretty boring but all it takes a little imagination to make them something you can actually look forward to.
Jon turned in the tiny cramped room. He reached up and wrapped his arms around Richie's neck. He moved, groins grinding their hardened erections against each other.
"So much better than reading a damned magazine or sleeping isn't it?" Jon asked.
"Mmmmmm you bet," Richie purred as he snaked his hand between the two of them, encircling Jon's engorged cock.
"Was kind of tough to wait until the other's fell asleep though," Jon said.
He let his head drift backwards as the guitarist fell to his knees in the cramped room. Richie's tongue flicked out, tasting the small amount of liquid that had formed on the head of Jon's cock. Jon swayed slightly, losing his balance a bit when the back of his legs hit the edge of the toilet. He reached down and gripped Richie's head, steadying himself before he landed on his ass. Richie lightly ran his nail over the pulsing vein on the underside of Jon's cock while his tongue teased the head.
"D...d...amn!" Jon swore softly.
He pushed his hips forward but the guitarist backed off slightly and looked up.
"If you don't let me do this my way we don't do it at all," Richie threatened.
Jon pouted. "Okay," he assented. "Continue please," he begged.
Richie's lips parted, his tongue snaked out to moisten them. Jon groaned. The guitarist grinned, his dimples showing prominently. He ran his tongue along Jon's length. The singer moaned, placing his hands on the sides of Richie's head, thumbs caressing the guitarist's cheeks. Richie's eyes lit up, enjoying the pleasure he was giving Jon. He opened his mouth and slowly started downward to take Jon's full length inside.
The plane dipped suddenly, forcing Jon's throbbing rod down Richie's throat
One by one the overhead lights snapped on. Three pairs of sleepy eyes looked around, questioning what had happened.
The pilot's voice came over the speaker, "Sorry guys we hit an air pocket. Nothing to worry about you can all relax."
As they looked around no one on the flight could figure out where Jon and Richie had both disappeared to, after all there was only one restroom.
"Must be in the john," mumbled Tico.
Dave sat up straighter and rubbed his eyes. "But there's no room in there for two. They'd have to be just about on top of each other."
He looked towards the restroom door then back to the drummer. Getting out of his seat he crossed the aisle and lowered his frame next to Tico. "Teek, how can they both piss at the same time in that little room? Oh and Teek? Why is Al glaring at the door that way?"
"Wish there was room for three," Alec grumbled.
"Al you can go in with me when they come out. I gotta drain the lizard anyway," Dave offered, still trying to figure out how two people could use the restroom at the same time.
Tico sat back and lit up a cigarette. "Don't think they need you to help them in there."
Dave screwed his face up in a frown. "Help them to piss? Who needs help pissing?"
Tico rolled his eyes and Alec shook his head.
"Well I could stand behind Jon and hold him steady while Richie stands in front of him and helps him pee," Al smirked.
Dave shook his curly blond mane. "But Jon hasn't been drinking or anything he should be able to stand on his own."
"Can you believe him?" Al mouthed to Tico.
"Maybe I should go hold Jon up I'm bigger than you Al," Dave offered.
"Fuck this shit! I'm stronger than either of you! If anyone is going to hold Jon up it's gonna be me with my big Cuban cigar!" Tico said grabbing his crotch.
"No fair I suggested it first!" Alec complained.
The door to the room opened Richie walked out wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Jon followed soon after fastening the button on his jeans. They stood side by side as the other three group members stared openly at them.
"What are you looking at?" Richie demanded.
"Fuck can't a guy take care of his needs?" Jon smirked.
"Jon if you'd needed a hand you should have asked me instead of waking Rich. I was already up," Alec pouted.
"I thought you were sleeping besides Richie knows just what to do. I was too tired to explain it to you three times just to have you get it half right."
He'd been sitting silently but now Tico stubbed out his cigarette. "Well I got needs too you know."
Jon shrugged his shoulders. "So take care of them then."
In a flash Tico was up. He grabbed Jon, throwing him over his shoulder as he stalked off to the restroom. He locked the door then let Jon's feet return to the floor.
"Okay Jon, so do I stand in front or you or behind you?"
Jon looked down. There was no way he'd be ready this soon. "Behind I guess."
Richie stood outside banging on door. "Hey, fuck it Tico, he's mine, give him back"
Tico lowered the zipper on his jeans while yelling back. "You had your turn Richie he's mine now! Share you greedy bastard!"
Dave finally understood what was going on. Even though he never did anything like that he wasn't about to be left out. "Yeah, it's a long flight. We've got plenty of time to all have a turn."
Jon had his hands against the wall; his head bent low, hair hanging in his face while Tico tugged the singer's jeans downward to reveal his ass.
Lifting his head Jon cried out, "Hey! Don't I get a say in this?"
In unison, his four band members responded, "Why start now?"
Realizing the other three had said the same thing Richie pounded on the door again demanding Tico let him in.
"Give Jon back! He belongs to me!"
Alec rolled his eyes. He reached in his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. He pulled out a couple hundreds. "We'll pay if it makes you feel better."
Incensed, Richie picked Al up and dragged him to the cargo hold, shutting him inside. He got on the intercom and knowing they were over the ocean told the pilot. "We have something dangerous in the cargo hold you'd better jettison the whole load."
The doors to the cargo hold fell open. Alec fought desperately to keep from falling out but he wasn't strong enough to maintain a hold and stay inside. Oh fuck I'm gonna die! He looked down as gravity pulled him to the earth. Water! Thank god! I'm saved! I can swim! He relaxed and enjoyed the air flowing around him as he did his freefall. Oddly enough he became so relaxed as he plummeted downward he even folded his arms behind his head as though he was lying back resting. As he got closer to the ocean he took another look. Great a Coast Guard ship. I won't even have to swim far. His attitude developed into one of cockiness until he was close enough to see the men standing on the ship. Too late he realized his splashdown would be on the deck of the Coast Guard cutter and not the water. Alec's screams ended along with his life when his body hit the deck.
Dave stood staring at what the guitarist had just accomplished. Richie went back to the restroom door and banged as hard as he could. "Tico! I said no! I want him back, now!"
Behaving much like a spoiled child, Richie started crying and stamping his feet. Dave attempted to soothe him. Reaching out he patted Richie on the back.
"There, there Teek will give Jon back. He just wants to play with him for a while."
Richie growled and pounced on Dave wrestling him to the ground. As the younger man struggled to get up Richie bit his neck sinking his teeth into the poor man's jugular vein.
Blood gushed forth. Richie sat back on the heels of his feet and watched with a satisfied smile as the life flowed out of the keyboardist.
Getting up Richie once again turned his attention to the restroom door. He pounded on it viciously. "Open the fuckin' door Tico!"
The only response was a soft grunt from Jon.
"He's mine you fucker! Open the door!" Richie bellowed, kicking the door to give emphasis to his words.
"You.....gotta.....learn....s...s...share.....Sam....bor....a." Tico grunted back as he pumped in and out of Jon's ass.
"Well see about that." Richie muttered angrily.
Just as Tico started to relieve his spicy hot load the door burst open. The remaining spurts of his come pumped out of his cock while the guitar string tightened around his neck. He shuddered as the last breath of life exited his body. The drummer's lifeless body fell to the floor when the guitarist loosened his grip on the string.
Richie pulled a stunned Jon from the restroom and back into the main cabin stepping carefully over Dave's body. The singer closed his eyes, shutting out the image of Dave lying in a pool of blood. He wondered vaguely where Alec was.
"I told them you were mine, shame they didn't listen," Richie said running his hand down Jon's thigh.
A soft thud caused the frontman open his eyes. He smiled as he leaned forward and picked up the laptop computer that had slid down his thighs and off the end of his knees. He shut it down and closed the top smiling softly.
"Gotta stop reading those stories on the Jon Bon Jovi Slash Fiction board."
He stood and stretched, adjusting the crotch of his pants.
"Hope Rich is up for some fun," he said to himself as he walked out into the hotel hallway and down to room 621.