Sometime during the night Xavier had stretched out. He woke in the morning slightly disorientated, it took a moment for him to remember where he was. Turning his head he saw Rayne was still there, and still sleeping. Xavier smiled, thinking he’d give him a nice wake up call. Very carefully Xav pulled the sheet covering his hips down. His lover was semi-hard already in his sleep. Sliding down a little lower Xavier breathed warmly over Rayne’s hip and brushed his lips feather-light up the length of his shaft. His tongue was hot and wet as he licked over the silky smooth head.
The singer was sprawled loosely on his back, head turned a little towards Xav, lips slightly parted. He was completely lifeless and quite cold to the touch since he and Xavier had slipped apart into their own spaces during the night.
Xavier’s heart gave an instinctive lurch. It was more than a little disconcerting to find your lover lying next to you, dead – er, undead, he quickly reminded himself – first thing in the morning. Xav could imagine a shrink having a field day with this and he firmly pushed away all sorts of weird and disturbingly unwelcome thoughts of necrophilia that tried to assert themselves in his head. He slid his hand up Rayne’s smooth, cool chest and tried to ignore the fact that he couldn’t feel a heartbeat under his palm. He tried to convince the little hairs standing on end at the back of his neck that Rayne was not really dead, it just seemed that way. Xav resisted the urge to give him a shake. After all, he was trying to wake him pleasantly, but if the vampire didn’t open his eyes and say something soon it was going to be hard not to flip out.
Rayne made a little growling noise deep in his throat, the first sign of any kind of life he had exhibited since Xavier woke, but it was encouraging at least. His long eyelashes flickered and his fingers crept to Xav’s hand, moving it lower again.
” ‘s better,” he commented hoarsely.
Xavier grinned, feeling a slight flush of relief, and a bigger flush of heat. He cupped those lovely, heavy balls in his warm hand, rolling them lightly as his mouth closed over the head of Rayne’s cock. The soft sound of appreciation from above encouraged him, as if he needed it. He swirled his tongue around, getting Rayne nice and wet and paying particular attention to all the sensitive spots he knew so well by now. Xavier groaned softly in his throat as he took him down a little at a time until he had his nose buried in soft flesh at the hairless base of his lover’s erection.
“Well… you’re feeling brighter this morning!” Rayne exhaled softly, stroking one hand down through Xavier’s untidy blond hair and easing his hips up off the mattress in time with the younger man’s slowly nodding head. After a few delicious moments of this he reached across with the other hand, patting Xav’s thigh. “Scoot this end up here, sweetheart,” he invited. “Let me ‘ave a taste of you while you’re doing that.”
Xav was more than happy to comply with that request! He swivelled around without even taking his mouth off Rayne’s dick. His tongue licked down the length of Rayne’s curving shaft to his balls. Gently he pulled one of the soft, heavy orbs into his mouth and then the other.
The vampire shivered with pleasure, sliding beneath Xavier as he moved around on the bed, returning the favour with a passion. His cool lips kissed and caressed the young man’s hot, heavy balls and his pierced tongue worked on the ultra sensitive miracle inch between his clenching scrotum and still-tender arsehole. He could tell, even without the empathic link he seemed to have with the boy, that Elian Iannopoulos had not kissed him here last night. Rayne concentrated on making up for that. His tongue worked in slow circles around the flexing ring of muscle. Xav was still a little loose after the rough treatment Steffen had dished out just a few hours ago and his lover was gentle with him now.
Rayne rolled onto his side so that they both had more freedom of movement. He thrust a little more urgently in Xavier’s accommodating mouth, his hand gently pumping Xav’s throbbing cock as he resumed his steady rimming of the boy’s raw, pink rectum.
So damn good… Xavier lifted one leg and put his foot on the headboard, spreading nicely for Rayne. He relaxed his throat, letting Rayne thrust into him deeper, his own hips matched each of Rayne’s strokes. The vampire’s clever little tongue was both arousing and soothing. A sensual morning sixty-nine was exactly what the doctor ordered. Xav wanted to stay in bed all day.
Almost the moment he thought it, there was a gentle tap on the patio door from the courtyard. Xavier lifted his head as the door slid open enough for Rayne’s handsome and somewhat slightly scary sire to stick his head inside. He surveyed the tangle of limbs on the bed impassively and said; “Don’t get too comfortable in there. Mersen’s booked us on a flight out of here at 10.30 and the boy still needs to get a passport.” He didn’t linger, but he left the door open halfway so they wouldn’t just ignore him and go back to what they were doing.
Rayne slumped back into the rumpled bedding with a little groan of dismay, shaking his head slowly.
“I fuckin’ hate it when he does that!” he snarled softly in a tone of voice that suggested this was not the first time his mentor had spoiled his fun on purpose. “Bollocks to him! It’s only ten past six!”
He curled around Xavier again, this time spooning up to him and kissing the back of his neck affectionately.
They had lots of time. If the flight was at 10:30 they could get there at 9:30-ish, it only took about an hour to get to the airport. They didn’t have to leave for a while yet.
Xavier relaxed back into Rayne and he stretched his neck in a long line when the vampire continued to nuzzle him there.
“Breakfast?” he offered sweetly, and then moaned when Rayne’s teeth nicked his skin. He felt slim, cool fingers wrap around his cock as he sucked and licked at the shallow wound. Xavier rolled his hips back, pressing his firm bubble butt into Rayne’s crotch invitingly.
“Uhh…yeah…” He shivered as Rayne nicked him again, his hips moving in time with his stroking fist. His mate pressed his cock head up firmly between Xavier’s cheeks this time, thrusting steadily in rhythm with the younger man, yet without entering him.
This time the knock came from the inner door, and Clay didn’t wait for an invite either before sticking his head in.
“Are you ready yet?”
“Almost there…” Xavier panted breathlessly, and groaned his disappointment when Rayne stopped pressing against him with a long, low moan of frustration.
“We nearly were, before you stuck your fuckin’ great big oar in!” he grumbled huskily.
“I need to take Xavier’s picture.” Clay said unrepentantly.
Xavier knelt up on the bed at once with his knees spread wide and struck a pose with one hand behind his head and the other wrapped around his prick. “So take it.”
Clay chuckled appreciatively, looking him up and down with a shameless smile, clearly unfazed by the boy’s rampant exhibitionism.
“I see you’re feeling better already, tiger!” he remarked, winking at Xav. “Actually it’s for your passport, and whilst I think certain customs guys would actually get off on that shot, they’re gonna need a booth picture, head and shoulders only. But when we get to Napoli you can strike all the poses you want for me, honey. Sorry guys, I’m under orders,” he added with a little shrug of apology for Rayne, who was still glaring at him venomously.
When he retreated to let them dress, the little Vampire coiled around Xavier whispering; “There’s room for two in one of those fuckin’ photo booths, yeah? And we’re gonna have to wait a few minutes for it to develop. No point in wasting time, is there?”
“I’m sure it’ll take at least ten… fifteen minutes to get the right picture.” Xavier grinned and kissed Rayne, but this time they got up before yet another one of their friends came to interrupt.
Xav ended up in borrowed clothes again, the ones he’d left on the bathroom floor weren’t fit to wear. Clay went with them down to the lobby where they had one of those idiot booths conveniently located for travellers. Xavier actually got two decent pictures that could be used before things got interesting.
In the third picture his eyes were a little more dilated and his lips were parted. The next his head was tipped back, a very pleasurable look on his face. The next showed his arms wrapped around Rayne’s back, fingers buried in the singer’s tousled hair. The next involved considerably less clothing and the one after that was just a tangle of limbs and various body parts as they writhed on the tiny seat together.
Clay was suddenly talking to someone just outside the booth and then Dominic tugged aside the curtain. Five or six strips of photos were in the drop slot and Rayne and Xavier were pressed up against the wall of the booth entwined around each other, still joined at the mouth and all points downward.
“I’m going to need Xavier to come with me to get this done.” Dom somehow managed to look impassive in the face of the semi-nude contortions of his two young friends. (Although he had pocketed at least two of the photo strips as evidence, or possibly even blackmail!)
Rayne made a little whining noise like some machinery that had gotten stuck somewhere. He extracted one hand and held it up with all digits except the middle one curled into a tight fist.
“No I will not give you a minute,” Dominic responded, completely undeterred. “Hand him over, darling. Unless of course you’d prefer to leave him behind when we fly out of here?”
Rayne’s lips parted softly and wetly from Xavier’s mouth and he exchanged a long, wordless look with the younger man, then sighed impatiently and tugged up his pants. Xavier was not capable of coherent thought at the moment, much less getting anything done. He was so goddamn horny and the tightness of the borrowed jeans he had on didn’t do anything to hide the sizeable bulge he sported.
Dominic had arranged a meeting with a friend of a friend of someone’s brother in the consulate, who was not best pleased at being called before 6am on a Saturday morning to arrange emergency travel documents for some Limey Aristo’s ‘long lost nephew from the sticks’! Although the fellow seemed to cheer up a little when he clapped eyes on Xavier. He could not take his eyes off the boy for most of their meeting.
“Thank you old chap,” Dominic beamed effusively at him once he had fast-tracked all the paperwork and had his office rustle up a passport for the bemused young man sitting beside Lord Warren. “You’ve been an absolute sport.”
“Not at all,” the consular dogsbody responded with a glazed smile. “Now I’ve met your… uh… nephew, I can see why you’re in such a damned hurry to get him home to be… uh… to England.”
In the taxi on the way back to the hotel, Dominic passed Xavier his small, dark red, European passport and flashed a knowing smile at him. “Well, that was a piece of cake! I knew the minute he set eyes on you that the old queen would be putty in our hands. And you didn’t even have to suck his cock, which is always a bonus! We might even have time for a bite to eat before we hit the road, darling.”
Xavier was not entirely sure if he was joking.
Back at the hotel, Rayne had packed and been in to see Paddy (who was feeling much brighter after a few litres of saline, some strapping for his ribs and a decent night’s rest). Now he was splayed on the bed trying not to listen to the howls of lustful enthusiasm coming from his sire’s room across the courtyard as Chavez continued to entertain the older vampire.
When Dominic and Xavier returned they came in carrying a couple bags each of bagels and donuts, and a couple of purloined carafes of coffee. The moment Dom mentioned food Xavier had remembered that the last time he’d eaten was almost two days ago. Stuffing himself with carbohydrates and caffeine before they had to leave for the airport sounded like the perfect plan. They laid the spread out on the table and Xavier immediately confiscated a Boston cream anda blueberry bagel before pouring a steaming cup of coffee to wash it down. He was just licking the chocolate from his fingers and looking suggestively at Rayne, thinking they might be able to sneak back into the bedroom for a few minutes when they were informed that their pre-booked limo had arrived.
Ten minutes later, all eight of them piled into the back of the car, the driver threw their luggage in the trunk and they were on their way, with something of the feel of a school excursion in the air. Xavier settled into the seat, kicked back comfortably and watched out the window. Rayne had reclined next to him, conveniently forgetting his temporary fit of pique that his lover had abandoned him for the apparently more seductive lure of the patisserie counter. He had his earphones in and his eyes closed, though he kept his hand running lightly up and down Xavier’s back in time to some tune only he could hear.
“Where are we going again?” Xav asked. He’d forgotten already. Last night, he thought, PJ had said but he couldn’t remember.
“Bella Italia!” Chavez declared with a grin. “You ever been to Italy, hon? It’s agassa!” He was virtually dancing in his seat in spite of the fact that he must have been up for virtually the whole night riding Jabez Everman’s cock.
Xavier had a few crude remarks he’d wanted to tease Chavez with but he’d kept them to himself, mainly because Jabez intimidated the hell out of him, and that was such a rarity he wasn’t sure how to deal with it.
“Nope!” he answered simply. He’d never been out of California, actually but Chavez didn’t need to know that.
Under the circumstances he was not exactly as thrilled by the prospect as he might have been. He was going primarily because if he stayed, alone, he had a feeling it would only be a matter of time before Elian Iannopoulos paid him a visit. It felt like he was running, and that didn’t sit well with him. Of course, the big consolation was that he’d have more time with Rayne. He shied away from thinking much beyond that. It was an extended vacation with an uncertain future.
The airport was a fucking nightmare; long lines and way too many damned people. Xavier was usually pretty laid back but the combination of annoying crowds, too much caffeine and being thwarted not once, not twice, but three times already this morning in the quest for a badly needed orgasm had him edgy and irritable. Of course, picking up on Rayne’s mood was not helping.
As soon as they got their boarding passes and were settled in at the gate to wait, Xavier slipped off to the men’s room. He was captured en-route by a small, hungry English vampire that plainly had more than just blood on his mind.
“Do you really need to go that badly?” Rayne asked under his breath, the first thing he had said directly to Xavier since they were dragged out of the photo-booth earlier in the morning. “Only I have a better idea.”
He linked his arm through Xavier’s and steered him across the busy concourse and down a side passage, into a doorway with a discreet little sign above it indicating that it was a chapel of some kind.
“Trust me,” Rayne whispered, noting his expression. “They’re always deserted. The last thing anyone wants to do before they get into a metal tube that might crash and kill them all is get closer to God, yeah? They’ll be close enough afterwards… or not!”
He snickered almost nervously and nudged the younger man through the door into a soothing, mint-green room with comfortable chairs and a couple of vases of flowers. It was empty just as he had promised and Rayne had him up against the wall even before the door swung to behind them, his hands groping for Xavier’s fly buttons as his mouth took possession of the boy’s lips again. He kissed Xav like it was the last thing he would ever do and he needed to make the most of every nano-second.
Xavier was just as eager; his fingers just as quick to get Rayne’s fly undone. He thrust his tongue into Rayne’s mouth and moaned when the vampire pushed him back up against the wall aggressively. His warm hand was in Rayne’s pants, stroking along his stiffening prick. Rayne’s lips moved to his neck and Xavier kissed along the outer curve of his ear, tracing it with the tip of his tongue. He was so hard already it was almost painful.
“I want to come so bad,” he murmured huskily.
Rayne’s lips traced the line of his lower jaw back to the lobe of his ear and dropped to his neck and his collarbone. His hands were pressing up beneath Xavier’s top, stroking the firm planes of his abdomen and chest with one hand and the delicious curves of his arse with the other.
“Turn around,” he exhaled ravenously, moving smoothly to his knees and touching his lips to Xavier’s hot, twitching shaft so that his mate was in turmoil over where he wanted to be kissed (and licked and sucked) next. Rayne solved the problem neatly by wrapping his lips around the young man’s throbbing cock head and suckling tenderly on it whilst his fingers pumped urgently on Xavier’s aching shaft and jolting balls.
Xavier’s legs were splayed, his pants around his knees, his fingers sunk into Rayne’s hair where he caressed him. “Oh, fuck…” he breathed. His hips began to move slowly. “God you give good head.” Fantastic- wonderful- mind- blowing- want- you- to- fuck- me- until- I- can’t- walk- straight head
, he added silently.
Rayne let his lips slide to the very tip of Xav’s cock, sweeping it seductively with the little stud in his tongue before he whispered the words again. “Turn around!”
Xavier shivered with lust at the cooling touch of that breath on his wet cock-head. This time he turned, pressing his burning face against the cold, green wall whilst Rayne’s fingers gripped his hips and buttocks and the singer’s clever tongue did the most wonderful things between them, licking and probing at his ring; resuming where he had been interrupted this morning on the bed. He kissed Xav hungrily there, working the wetness of his mouth over the sweet little orifice that already tasted less raw and sore after the tenderness he had lavished on it earlier.
He rose to his feet, spitting into his palm a couple of times and rubbing the moisture over the throbbing glans of his own eager shaft.
“Sweet Christ!” Rayne breathed, nuzzling up eagerly against the nape of Xavier’s neck and tasting the heat of his flesh again. “Gonna screw you so fuckin’ hard, Xav! Jesus, I want you!”
He pressed up against the young blond, slowly sliding himself into the boy’s sweet, hot passage, feeling that tight chute finally embrace him as he rubbed himself full length over Xavier’s delicious, half-naked body. His arms pulled tight around the boy and for a moment he drowned in the pleasure of being inside him. And at that point the door creaked softly behind them…
Both of their bodies froze in place. A little old lady with a poodle perm stepped into the chapel and for a moment she actually did not see them. A second later she did and her expression was so shocked Xav wondered if they could go to jail for murder if the old bird dropped dead of a heart attack. The horny male part of him not only didn’t care he was calculating whether or not they had time to get off before she ran and got Security. This could not be fucking happening.
“Oh Jesus!” Rayne’s voice quivered, caught between laughter and despair. It came out as a tiny, fragile thing and he buried his face in Xavier’s hair so that the boy felt his next words burrowing into his skin like insects. “If I move I’m gonna come!”
And then she shrieked and made up their minds for them as she grabbed one of the ornate flower vases and hurled it at them along with a torrent of abuse. The drenching certainly helped to cool their ardour a little. Moments later they were still struggling to make themselves decent as they fled down the corridor, dripping and covered in flowers.
“Please… please… please… don’t let her be on our flight!” Rayne begged as they ran.
“Pleasepleaseplease don’t let her go to Security!” Xavier added.
Despite the added layer of frustration at being thwarted yet again they looked at each other and grinned. The irony was not lost on them that only now that they were fleeing the chapel were they thinking to pray.
Trying to look as nonchalant as possible with dishevelled wet clothing and flower petals still clinging to them they slid into seats near PJ and Clay. Instinctively they separated a-ways. Rayne borrowed Clay’s sunglasses and Xavier snagged the baseball cap Chavez was wearing.
“Can I see this for a minute, please?” he murmured. Sticking it on his head backwards he slumped down in the seat. “Got some gum? Thanks.” With a magazine in his hand and the occasional blown bubble he could have passed for at least five years younger and looked the very picture of a bored teenager.
Chavez tugged curiously at the damp sleeve of Xavier’s tee and Clay leaned sideways to sniff at the flower still caught in Rayne’s hair. The big black exchanged a bemused look with PJ. When Jabez returned from an impromptu stroll around the shopping mall he too looked a little puzzled although he came the closest to cracking a genuine smile since his arrival in San Francisco.
PJ and the guys exchanged quite a few looks and smirks but clearly decided it was more than their lives were worth to ask what the hell they had just missed. Fortunately the remaining thirty minutes or so until boarding time passed by uneventfully. Apparently the lady that caught them in their own private state of ecstasy was either too busy praying for their mortal souls or too embarrassed to have gone to Security. Or if she had, they didn’t look too hard because no one had come up to them by the time they were boarding the plane.
She did not seem to be headed for Europe either and it was with some relief that two members of Mr McNamara’s party were ushered forward into First Class. Rayne dropped down more cheerfully into a window seat and stretched out. Xavier wriggled in beside him.
“Now this is more like it!” the singer chuckled, and began to investigate the buttons on the seat arms and the contents of the various in flight entertainment packages. He leaned closer, running his hand lightly up Xavier’s thigh and reaching for the blond’s stiffening package and whispered; “I bet you’ve never had sex at 40,000 feet before?”
Across the aisle from him, Dominic pulled down his sunglasses and plugged in his own earphones. He fished a small bottle of whisky from one pocket of his jacket and a little bottle of pale blue pills from the other and knocked a couple of the latter back with a good swig of the former.
To Chavez’s disappointment, the Everman slid in beside Lord Warren and began to stroke the back of the older human’s neck soothingly. One by one the little group settled in for the long flight, some of those who had done it before appreciating the fact that they were going to lose a few hours in the process and preparing to catch some more sleep.
And then the engines were turning and the captain was making his announcement. Dom curled into Jabez’s powerful arms and closed his eyes, murmuring something about not wanting to know how high they would be going, thank you! The flight attendants were scurrying into position, rapidly demonstrating the correct way to panic if the plane suddenly dropped out of the sky.
Rayne curled his hand around the back of Xavier’s head and pulled the boy’s mouth softly onto his own, distracting him from the buzz of take-off for a moment as he let his tongue slide into his lover’s mouth. Xavier was distracted easily enough and responded with the heat of their now very extended period of foreplay. Fortunately their party had the first class cabin to themselves. All the little plastic shutters on the windows were down and just a few dim lights from overhead made it feel nice and cosy. Xav was quickly swept up in the kiss and couldn’t care less who heard what or happened to glance over at them. He melted against Rayne, twining his arms around him as they made out and he explored the inside of his clothes. His little coos and purrs would be lost under the noise of the engines anyway, he figured.
Rayne eased the seat arm between them up and pulled his sexy young mate hungrily into his lap, kissing his neck and stroking his tongue up to the softness of Xavier’s earlobe. Nipping and sucking on it, he tugged the fly of his lover’s pants open yet again, curling long, cool, clever fingers around Xav’s protruding boner. He rubbed seductively on the blond boy’s fantastically hard cock, stroking the wetness of his pre-cum slowly down the shaft and working the slipperiness vigorously all over him.
“You are so fuckin’ hot!” he sighed into Xavier’s ear, feeling like he was going to explode if they could not fuck one another this time.
Xavier wasted no time getting Rayne’s pants undone as well. As the plane made its steady climb Xavier rubbed the underside of his cock along the underside of Rayne’s and kissed the singer with a steadily growing hunger. He was wondering if he could get away with taking his pants off entirely when the seat went back.
“Oh, that’s better,” he purred, grinding his hips into Rayne’s as he lay astride his lover.
The lean, horny Englishman pulled him down so that they were virtually lying in the semi-reclined seat, holding one another so close that they only took up a single berth. Rayne wriggled down still further now, prising up the hem of his lover’s tee shirt and taking Xavier’s throbbing cock-head in his mouth as he had done in the chapel. He was humming softly in the back of his throat as he sucked on the delicious thickness of Xavier’s rock hard tool. One hand crept back up his lover’s chest and stroked the curve of his neck then his fingers were pressing against Xav’s soft lips, demanding entrance as he nodded lower on the boy’s pulsing, thrusting dick.
Xavier opened without hesitation, taking Rayne’s fingers into his mouth and fellating them as skilfully as he would have done his cock. He felt Rayne’s other hand tug on the belt loop at the back of his jeans and his smooth, perfect little ass was exposed a second later. The fact that they were technically in a public place was the furthest thing from his mind. All that registered at the moment was the incredible feel of Rayne’s mouth sucking him. He moaned softly and sucked on the fingers in his mouth in time with the bob of Rayne’s head on his cock.
Rayne’s lips opened wider and swallowed him deeper, lipping gently at his slowly pulsing shaft. He withdrew his fingers from the seductive wetness of Xavier’s mouth, determined to waste as little time as possible now that a home run was actually in sight.
His spittle-wet fingers pressed gently and firmly at Xavier’s yielding rosebud, sinking into the supple warmth of his rectum and pushing deeper between his creamy cheeks. He felt Xav rock back and forth between his hand and his lips; a restless, rhythmic motion like a wave on the sea, and he thrust his fingers steadily in and out of the boy’s clenching passage. His tongue caressed the long, sensitive vein running down the underside of Xavier’s straining cock. His mouth was open now and he just nodded into Xav’s quickening strokes, letting his mate’s pulsing head push against the roof of his mouth as he stroked the boy with his tongue stud.
They might have been home in his bed, or on the sidewalk of a busy street for all he cared right now. His world shrank to the silken weight of Xavier’s cock in his mouth and the tight, moist opening between the blond boy’s bared cheeks.
Xavier gripped the back of the seat. Whimpered with growing pleasure, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm as he fucked Rayne’s mouth, a rush of heat flashed through him as Rayne stroked his sweet spot inside. As if afraid of being denied yet again his balls were already drawing up tight.
“Ah! Ah! Oh, fuck…Ray, so damn good…” His hips jerked like a misstep and he came hard, the strong pulses of the orgasm squeezing Rayne’s fingers tightly as jet after jet of hot sperm shot into his mouth.
Rayne made a soft, hungry noise around his jolting cock as he rested his forehead on Xavier’s belly, swallowing slowly, conscious that last night’s cursory feed was nowhere near enough. The rich, sweet taste of Xav’s spunk was a reminder. He felt his fangs extend involuntarily and pulled his head back, licking his lips and kissing the boy’s soft belly.
His hands pulled Xavier back down into the circle of his arms and he pressed his mouth to the boy’s lips again, loving the rapid huff of his lover’s breath and the drum of his heartbeat. Rayne kissed him for a long, slow time, enjoying the soft caress of Xavier’s warm, wet mouth on his own. He stroked his hands down into the backs of the boy’s jeans, pushing them lower and resuming his exploration of Xav’s urgently fluttering ring.
“Roll over,” he whispered huskily in the boy’s ear, lulled by the rich, delicious taste of his sexy young mate and the gentle thrum of the 747’s massive engines. “Turn towards the window and spoon up to me. Let me get inside you, sweetheart. I want you so much!”
Xavier rolled to his side. They were reclined, but not all the way flat so he was half laying half sitting in Rayne’s lap. He hadn’t quite caught his breath yet when Rayne slid into him and an involuntary groan slipped past his lips. His head tipped back to Rayne’s shoulder and he reached a hand back to caress along his flank. Rayne caught his breath and pushed deeper so that he was quickly buried to the hilt in Xav’s soft, warm body. He curled around the boy and rocked against him, taking his time.
“Uhhh… that is… uhhhh…!” he moaned, unable to put his feelings into words.
Xavier moved with him perfectly, knowing exactly how much to roll his hips, when to squeeze, when to move with or in counterpoint to his rhythm. He hadn’t lost his erection from the first orgasm and was rapidly building toward a second. His eyes closed, loving the way his lover felt inside him. He brought one leg a little forward to brace on the back of the seats in front of them and it changed the leverage, sending new jolts of pleasure through them both.
“Yeah… oh, fuck yeah… fuck me baby…mmmh!”
Rayne curled around him, moving in perfect sync with him, his hands drawing the material of Xav’s tee up to his chest so that they could lie skin to skin, writhing together on the seat. He nipped, then bit deeper, sucking on Xavier’s neck as he drove himself hard into the blond’s impossibly hot body. When Xavier began to beg for it, he almost lost control, he was so close. His fingers snaked around the young man’s rigid cock, tugging and squeezing on it in time with his vigorous thrusts, his low moans of ecstasy muffled by the heat of Xavier’s sweat damp flesh. Rayne licked the curve of his neck and buried his face in the soft blond curls at his nape, driving his hips into Xav’s firm young peaches and grinding deeper with each stroke.
“Uhhh… sweetheart!” he panted helplessly, feeling himself tipping over the edge as he bucked against the boy. “Gonna come! Gonna come so hard!”
Xavier was incapable of coherent speech, he managed only a few murmured words of encouragement mixed with a string of soft moans and sharper cries as Rayne brought him closer and closer to the edge again. When he felt his mate’s sharp teeth sink into his neck his bite flooded Xav with a curious ecstasy. Whereas usually it thrust him over into orgasm this time it held him there right on the edge, like being right at the crucial second before release but instead of only a moment it lasted for long minutes while Rayne fed. It was the sweetest torture, edging to the extreme.
By the time Rayne licked the last drops from his neck and buried his face deep in his hair Xavier was beyond ready, his whole body was buzzing. He heard Rayne murmur he was about to come and the sudden hard strokes slamming into him were all he needed.
“Ahhhhhhrrrrrh!” he growled out, panting hard as he came like a freight train, his come shooting in molten streaks from his body.
Rayne pressed home, sinking into him and holding his hips tightly as he burst, jetting in spurt after hot, tingling spurt inside the boy. He felt Xavier’s snug young hole clench and suck on his aching cock as the blond began to come again.
“Uhhhh… ohhhhhh… ohhhhhh!” Rayne whimpered and panted into his hair, folding around him and pulling him close. He could not believe how good it felt or that he had just thrown caution to the winds and fucked the sexy little dancer hard in such a public place, where all his friends and the cabin crew could hear them screwing like wild animals.
None of that mattered. He kissed Xavier’s neck tenderly, sighing with pleasure as his twitching prick began to stiffen in his lover’s slippery chute again. Rayne Wylde eased back and forth slowly in the hot spill he had just pumped into the younger man, wrapped around him, utterly possessed by him.
“You make me so fuckin’ horny,” he panted softly.
“Mmmm-hmm,” Xav agreed contentedly. The flight was about twelve hours, he was thinking. They might come up for air in two or three. Until then staying impossibly horny sounded just fine to him.
There was a scuffling sound from a few seats back and Rayne tilted his head back to listen. He could hear Clay making soothing noises and Chavez groaning; “But I wanna go see what they’re doing!”
“Give them some space. If they want us to play with them they’ll let us know,” PJ chuckled.
Rayne kissed Xavier’s neck and whispered; “We’ve started something now!”
He peered over his shoulder at the soft wet sounds coming from just over the aisle. His handsome sire was leaning back in the slightly reclined seat, his eyes closed and an expression of pure bliss on his face. Bent over his groin, Dominic took his mind off the fact that they were trapped in a tin can 40,000 feet up over the North American landmass by feasting on the long hard tool jutting from the Elder vampire’s open fly. He was curled over with his head nodding rhythmically in the Everman’s crotch as Jabez stroked his curls.
Xavier chuckled softly at Rayne’s observation. Inciting lust was what he did for a living, so there wasn’t any real embarrassment over their shameless behaviour. In fact he got off on it. Slipping off of Rayne’s gently thrusting cock he turned in the seat, nudged Rayne back and straddled his hips so he sat facing him. Reaching down to guide him back in he sank slowly down on his hard prick and kissed him in a long slow tangling of tongues while he rose and fell in a sensual rhythm. When the kiss broke he happened to glance over the aisle and the little ‘oh’ of surprise he made was somehow both comical and sexy. That was one obscenely large cock Dominic was salivating on.
“Don’t stare, it makes you look like a proper size-queen!” Rayne tickled him gently under his clenching balls and stretched out in the drop-seat under him, thrusting his lean hips upward steadily between the boy’s smooth, warm thighs. “Mmmm… that feels so good though!”
From his elevated perch astride the singer, Xavier could also see that about four rows back, Chavez was refusing to let matters lie with Clay. The sexy Hispanic youth had his shirt off and was sitting in the big black porn star’s lap, eating his face shamelessly.
Xavier grinned and looked down at Rayne. They certainly had started something. At the moment though he was only interested in the sexy vampire under him. He leaned forward, hands on either side of Rayne’s head as he bent close and rolled his hips with each of Rayne’s thrusts. He kissed his lips with tender heat, “I think they’ll wear out before we do… you’ve had me hot and horny all morning.”
“Mmmmm…” Rayne sighed pleasurably, rising and falling under him, his long fingers tracing gentle patterns on Xavier’s semi clad body. “I’ll play for as long as you want me to, sweetheart. I mean… they can hardly throw us off the plane mid flight, can they?”
He pulled himself up to suckle and bite gently on Xavier’s nipples, caressing his arching back tenderly. Xavier responded with a soft moan and a quickening of his hips as he rode Rayne’s hard shaft. He’d already had two earth shaking orgasms in quick succession so the next he was willing to slow down and wait for. Everything else faded again as they spent the next hour or so finding out how many different positions they could achieve in their marginally more spacious accommodations.
He heard Chavez come with a whoop of ecstasy, and then Clay’s long, rumbling growl and thought he heard Jabez and Dominic panting and groaning at the peak of their respective explosions, but it was all sort of distant. Xav was very into Rayne (at one point literally, with the lithe Englishman sprawled in the nude beneath him, one knee crooked over Xavier’s shoulder as the blond pounded him hard) and they shuddered through at least two more delicious climaxes before exhaustion forced a little break. Xavier lay, still mostly naked, on his side with Rayne curled around him from behind. In a drowsy haze of post-orgasmic bliss he didn’t even stir when he felt someone gently drape a blanket over their sweating bodies.
When the plane landed in Paris they finally had to get dressed to make their connection to Naples. It felt strange to be clothed after so long with nothing more than the other’s skin against their own. Rayne nuzzled him intimately as they waited to disembark, immune to the incredulous grins of the flight attendants, his arms folded comfortably around Xavier’s middle as he stood close behind the younger man. Xav half-turned in his arms so that they could kiss some more.
“I trust you enjoyed your flight, sirs,” the tall, blond attendant murmured as they disembarked.
“I think that was probably the best time I’ve ever had so far off the ground,” Rayne said with an appreciative laugh.
They were at the Transit Lounge when Xavier realised that Jabez and his sidekick, Mersen were not coming with them to Italy. Dominic was wrapped around the tall, white haired vampire shamelessly eating his face. If Jabez Everman was embarrassed by this demonstrative behaviour he certainly was too polite to let it show. As ever, Mersen was more interested in the comings and goings of the other passengers, and glared at them if any dared take too much interest in what his employer was up to with Lord Warren. They quickly got the message and looked elsewhere.
“Try not to get into any more trouble whilst you’re out there,” Jabez warned his Fledgling solemnly once he had possession of his lips again.
“Dom’s coming with us, he’ll keep an eye on us, I’m sure,” Rayne told him cheerfully. “Besides, what sort of bother can we get in during a stay in a villa in Naples? It’s not exactly vampire central, is it?”
“Trouble has a way of finding you,” Jabez reminded him with a glint in his curious golden eyes that said he was only half-joking. “Don’t go looking for it. And stay away from San Francisco for a little while, that goes for the boy too.”
“That’s gonna be difficult, since he lives there,” Rayne reminded the older vampire, pulling his arm a little tighter around Xav’s waist. A glance into Xavier’s wide blue eyes told him that his lover was suddenly thinking about what they had run from.
Lagrado was dead, and Steffen too but there were plenty of vampires in Frisco waiting to step into their shoes. Elian had not lied when he warned that there would be a war over who should become the next Master of that turbulent city. Maybe Lagrado’s successor would be Elian Iannopoulos himself. What would that mean for all of them? True, he had saved Xavier’s life, but at what cost?
PJ had not missed the seriousness of the Everman’s warning either and from the look on his face he was thinking along similar lines. Rayne could see that he was pale beneath his Cali tan; their recent adventures had taken more out of the older man than he was ready to admit.
“Do you think it might be advisable to move my centre of operations to the studios in Paris?” he asked Jabez now.
“I think that would be a sensible idea for now,” the vampire responded evenly. “You have accommodation here?”
“My partner is working out here at the moment,” PJ said, nodding thoughtfully. “I can join him, once we’ve had a little break in Naples.”
“It’ll be good to see Mikka again,” Chavez piped up, a broad smile on his face. “I’ve missed him.”
“We all have, chicolito,” PJ chuckled fondly. “Maybe he can take a little time off and come join us at Aldo’s place.”
His smile said that he would be glad if that was the case. Paddy and Mikka had been apart for too long and the handsome porn director was missing his glamorous Finnish lover.
Xavier’s thoughts turned inward while they waited to board their connecting flight. He had pushed thoughts of the future and past both out of his head since reuniting with Rayne, and had steadfastly concentrated on the here and now. Dwelling on the past had never got him anything but melancholy and worrying about the future was just too much to deal with at the moment. Jabez Everman’s warning to stay away from the place he thought of as home forced him to think about a few things he’d rather not. Mainly, that there was no guarantee that a month or two, or even longer, away from San Francisco would mean he could safely return there without the threat of Elian Iannopoulos seeking him out to either kill him or turn him.
Not a pleasant realization. No one wanted to think about never being able to go back home. No, he refused to believe that. Elian would forget about him, surely. A centuries old vampire living a powerful and glamorous life certainly had plenty to occupy his attention, not to mention he must have dozens of lovers to choose from if he wanted a companion.
He was safe, and when it was time to go back home he was certain he wouldn’t run into any more bloodthirsty acquaintances. Xavier clung to that. He had to believe it, because any other alternative he wasn’t yet ready to face.
Rayne’s arms were around him again, pulling him close as if sensing that he was, perhaps, a little too quiet. If he guessed at Xavier’s thoughts he did not try to prise them out. Instead he touched his lips softly to the younger man’s mouth and slowly Xavier’s arms came back around him, holding him and drawing him into a longer, deeper kiss.
In the background, the announcer called that the Air France flight to Naples was now boarding and their friends picked up their belongings and began to make their farewells. Wrapped around one another Rayne and Xavier were already flying into the future on wings of their own making.
© 2007/8 SADIE ROSE BERMINGHAM & BELLORA QUINN