Call Connected

Johnny's POV:

The rest of the week in Ireland was heaven. Zack and I went to a museum. We saw a few churches. My favorite places had to be Old Jameson Distillery, the Dublin Zoo and of course Christ Church Cathedral, Dublin; a medieval edifice with crypt and café.

I have no doubt that without him I probably would have been a lump in my hotel bed this entire week. Neither one of us has spoken out loud what we want exactly. In not sure if it's from fear or something else. I do know that without Zacky all of these places wouldn't have been as beautiful.

Looking over at him I can tell he is as reluctant as I am to pack up our belongings. We have to be at the airport in a little over an hour. Zacky and I are in a rush to go anywhere. I believe that both of us don't want the magic of Ireland to fade away.

Once our bags are packed we each do a sweep of the room making sure we don't forget anything. A nod passes between us. We're ready to go.

A car is waiting for us out front. We climb in then we're on our way to the airport. The airport was in front of us before I knew it.

We do all the shit we have to. That way everybody knows it's safe for us to board the plane. Then it's a matter of waiting.

They call our flight. We make sure we're at the front of the line. There's nothing worse than having to wait for obnoxious people to get on to the plane.

The flight attendants show us the exits. They explain about our seats having life vests under them and the proper way to place your head between your knees and all that junk. What seems like twenty years later the captain finally announces it's almost time for takeoff.

My hands grips Zacky's like a vice. The plane raves down the runway. This had always been the most nerve wracking part for me. Zacky squeezes my hand reassuring me it'll be okay.

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Looking around me I see almost all the other passengers are sleeping. The only way I could fall asleep on an airplane is if I boarded drunk. Since that time I got the guys offloaded, yes that's actually a real thing, I've been banned from drinking at least four hours before boarding any plane.

I still maintain it wasn't my fault. Of course I was drunk. I answered honestly when the bitchy stewardess asked. She had a stick up her ass and definitely needed to get laid.

I voiced as much that's when she threw us off. I only spoke the truth. We shouldn't have been offloaded. I can't control crabby people so it's not my fault.

I unbuckle the seatbelt. I get out of my seat. Making my way past Zacky's leg I pause in the aisle.

"Meet me in the bathroom." Walking away I leave no room for questions.

I enter the bathroom. Not two minutes later there's a knock on the door. Flicking the lock I let Zacky inside. His eyes widen when he realizes my pants and boxers are around my ankles. I see the tent in his jeans. That plump bottom lip is wet with a swipe of his tongue.

Zacky reaches to undo his pants. In one tug his jeans and boxer briefs are down. They land at his knees.

"Are y..."

"There isn't anything I've been more sure about."

He nods his head. "Okay."

Zacky spits in his hand. He rubs his dick coating it thoroughly. My gaze doesn't waver from my prize.

He motions me to face the mirror. I reluctantly turn and face it. There was no way I was being disobedient and chance missing out on this.

His member bumps against my hole. I squeeze my eyes closed. I force myself to relax completely.

The head of Zacky's cock stretches my asshole. A hiss escapes my lips. His hand caresses my spine.

He thrusts in a little further. There's some minor pain however nothing like I was expecting. The slight pain was not anything compared to finally having Zacky inside me.

Little by little Zacky inches in to me. Finally I feel his balls against my ass cheeks. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding in. He stills.

"Please Zacky. Move. I need you. Please please move." I beg.

Zacky takes mercy on me. He pulls out some then thrusts back in. I groan out my frustration.

I force my hips back. Maybe now he'll get the picture. I feel his dick pull all the way out. His hands grab my hips. Zack slams in to me.

Skin slapping against skin. Our chests heaving out air. Moans along with grunts of pleasure fill the tiny space.

Sweat coats both of us completely. The tightening in my belly tells me it won't be long. My his thrust backwards giving Zacky everything I have. It's a vicious pounding of pelvises and neither of us can get enough. 

Zacky grabs my hair turning me back towards him. Our lips crash upon each others. His cum shoots into me spurt after spurt. I moan his name into his mouth as I cum.

Notes

DaphneG I'm dedicating this chapter to you. Thank you for your continued comments!