I had never made it through airport security so fast in my entire life. It was like the rules didn’t even apply to us. Me, Luke, and his entire entourage passed through without any hassle at all. We were ushered through a special line as soon as we arrived. The TSA agents seemed more interested in trying to get a picture than anything else.

The public relations lady who had been waiting at the curb led us to a restricted room right near our gate. It was the type of place I’d always suspected of existing. A quiet area, that is, where celebrities and other high-profile people were allowed to relax and wait for their flight without the stress of over-eager fans.

“Luke, this is… I haven’t experienced anything quite like this. It’s interesting to see how the other half lives,” I said.

“This,” he said, “is nothing.” A hypnotizing little smirk played at the corners of his mouth. My palms started to sweat just from the look.

“You’re going to have more fun over the next two weeks than you are ready for.”

“Than I’m ready for? I don’t know quite how to take that.”

He gazed down at me with a confidence that even he couldn’t seem to contain. A passing fan from inside the terminal saw him through the cracked door and shouted his name. His eyes never left mine.

“Bria…”

Luke’s voice trailed off as he let the smirk come to its full form.

A woman in the back corner of the room was staring at us impatiently — probably one of the superfluous hangers on who needed to validate their existence by getting some time with him.

“Excuse me, Mr. Greer,” she started.

“Just a minute,” Luke’s strong voice cut her off. I could sense her shrivel further into the corner. His attention stayed focused on me.

“I just want you to think about one thing on this trip. I want you to figure out if this life is what you want. If you can handle the fans… the media… the pushy fucking trip planners,” he said with a nod back toward the lady he’d just shut down. “I think we can have a great time together...”

He didn’t wait for an answer. I stood there with my mouth slightly agape as he turned and went to deal with whatever she needed.

What did he mean ‘if this is the life you want’?

It was the closest he’d ever come to mentioning any sort of commitment. I knew he was into me but in the back of my mind I always assumed it would fade. Guys like him didn’t just fall into relationships. To be fair, I couldn’t really say I’d ever met anyone like him. It was a stereotype, I guess, but he seemed to break the mold.

* * *

We were allowed to board the plane first. Everything about this was a breath of fresh air compared to my nightmare flying in and out of Ohio.

The flight attendant brought us hot towels and took our drink orders before the rest of the passengers were even finished seating.

Occasionally, someone would recognize Luke as they walked down the aisle toward their seat.

“Go get ‘em, Luke!” or “Big fan!” seemed to be the most common greeting. One guy even stopped traffic to take a selfie with him.

Luke handled it graciously for the most part. I could see, though, that interacting with fans wasn’t his favorite thing.

“Cost of doing business,” he whispered through pursed lips.

“You’re a good sport,” I laughed. “And you’re pretty good at faking a smile.”

The flight attendant returned with our drinks shortly before takeoff. The murmur amongst the other passengers was beginning to quiet as they settled into their routines. The notion that a celebrity was on board caused a bit of a ruckus at first. People whispered to each other and craned their necks to catch a glimpse of him.

“He’s a fighter?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard of him.”

“I think he’s the champ.”

And so on.

But people’s attention spans are short and before long they seemed to get over it. I took a sip of my cranberry vodka.

“Bit early for a drink, isn’t it? Especially for a lawyer.”

Luke was swilling a small cup of ice water in his fingers. He always had water with him.

“Paralegal,” I corrected. “And you obviously don’t know too many lawyers.”

I lifted the armrest that separated us and scooted closer to him.

“Besides, you told me to relax on this trip, didn’t you?”

“Hey, it was only a question,” he said, raising his hands in front of him. “I don’t want to get on your bad side when your sober, let alone drunk.”

“Shut up,” I said, nudging my way under his arm.

The plane took off right on schedule. As we gained altitude, gravity pulled me closer to him. The fresh scent of his recently showered body drove me wild. He smelled like soap with a hint of mint leaf. There was also a bit of a fragrance from the oil he’d been rubbing into his new beard. It was something woodsy and it blended perfectly with the rest of him.

I couldn’t stand to keep my hands to myself any longer.

I pulled the blanket from the small compartment in front of me and threw it over our laps. Luke absentmindedly pushed it off of him as he read something on his phone. When I tossed it back over him he seemed to catch my drift.

My hand slid up his knee and found his waiting tool half way up his thigh.

I was still rubbing him through his pants when the flight attendant came back to check on us.

“Can I get you two anything else?”

“No, we’re fine.”

I cupped his balls and I thought I heard his voice waver.

“Are you sure? Maybe I can bring you another drink, miss.”

“Sure, I’ll have another one,” I said. Luke’s cock was like a steel beam beneath his pants.

“Hey, when are we allowed to get up. To, you know, use the bathroom,” he said.

“The captain should be turning off the fasten seatbelt sign any time now,” she replied.

“Great. Thank you.”

A bead of sweat formed above his brow. He was trying desperately not to move around in his seat.

I tugged the zipper of his jeans down and worked my hand inside.

“So, I heard a rumor that you were some kind of professional boxer or something. Is that true?”

She would NOT leave. I couldn’t pass on the opportunity to amuse myself.

“Uh, yeah, something like that,” Luke said, uncomfortably.

He was full and strong in my hand. I stroked him slowly under the cover of the blanket.

“Well, this might be unprofessional but I’d like to take a picture with you.”

“Okay, sure, as soon as we land-”

“Great!” She whipped her phone from her back pocket and started fiddling with it.

When she looked away I reached up to lick Luke’s ear. He squirmed and I settled back into my position before she turned back to face us. I tightened my grip and increased the speed.

“Here we go,” she said, kneeling in the aisle and leaning in close.

“Here we go,” I whispered under my breath.

Luke gave me quick glance as if to say ‘you’re gonna pay for this’ then looked back just in time to see the camera flash.

“Say cheese!”

“Got it? Good. And please don’t forget my girlfriend wanted another vodka cranberry.”

“Sure! I’ll be right back with that.”

Apparently satisfied, she skipped down the aisle and behind the heavy curtain.

“You have to be out of your mind. You know how close you had me to shooting a load right in the middle of that picture? I don’t even want to know what my face looked like.”

I slapped my free hand over my mouth to stop the giggles.

Luke pulled himself free of my grip and discreetly tucked his rock hard shaft back into his pants.

There was a ‘ding’ and the seatbelt sign turned off and he looked over with a wicked smile.

“Now you’re in real trouble.”