Page 1 of Gemini

1. OSCAR

There really wasn’t much to being a flight attendant. I already had the being so fucking hot you make both men and women want to drop their pants and bend over for you kind of looks going for me. I bet even the pilot would be down to go a couple rounds in the small restroom near the cockpit, but I couldn’t be sure he’d be able to sit down afterwards. It was a public service I didn’t fuck him, actually.

My ego was big, and rightfully. I had several viral posts on social media just from my looks. One guy made a video of me closing the overhead bins and it clocked millions of views. I stayed away from social media though. I knew if I went there, I’d get hooked on it like a drug. People getting egos stroked all day, every day. Yeah, I didn’t have the capacity to turn that down once it started.

Standing up front behind the business class partition with Dorinda, one of the regular cabin crew I fly with. She was my favorite, her family were from Colombia, and I didn’t know what they put in the water there, but it made everyone so attractive.

“I’m looking forward to my first weekend off in a month,” she said. “I’ve been picking up all these flights trying to save for that damn deposit. And you know, Zach isn’t putting in any extra hours at his daddy’s firm.”

My ears perked. “Daddy, I don’t usually hear that until—” We were cut off by a bell going off for assistance.

“I’ll let you get this one,” she said. “I heard the girl in seat 3A talking about you.”

I winced, almost in pain. “We should get tips, right. At least then I could pretend to be straight for the money.”

“You could be a go-go dancer,” she joked. “Or start one of those member sites. You saw those comments.”

It was a joke, but I’d thought real long and hard about both of those options. I was sexpositive, so that wasn’t my issue, in fact, I was probably too sexpositive, while always testing negative. “I don’t wanna be tied down.” That was it. The reason. I didn’t want my name tying me around to multiple different websites. I didn’t want anyone to know me. I liked being brand new to every person I met. I liked giving people attention and a story to tell.

The girl in 3A was a woman in her forties at a good guess. I liked working first and business class when possible, there were fewer seats, but you had to be attentive to every single one of their needs, and that wasn’t a problem for me, I liked to be on my feet for as many hours as possible. Walking was incredible cardio.

This flight was on its way back from Mexico City all the way to JFK. I was also looking forward to a weekend, but that was because I’d recently found out a friend was back in the city. Jennifer, she’d just graduated dental school, and had offered me a free teeth cleaning.

I lived with my friend in the city, Sam, he was a bartender who’d recently found a boyfriend so it was a good choice that I wasn’t home as often as he was. We’d been friends for years. He’d tried hooking up with me, but we didn’t mesh well at all. I didn’t like sassy bottoms, and he really just needed a place to stay for the night. That was four years ago or something.

From the airport to the apartment, I almost fell asleep in the cab. I loved New York, it was always going at a pace of a million miles an hour, but stand still long enough, and everything was background noise and of course, someone would walk into you and push you out of the way. It was best not to do that.

Music was on in the apartment.

“Sam,” I called out, wheeling my small carry-on suitcase behind me. “Sam!”

The music had been covering up the sound of heavy moans and the thwack of a bed against the wall.

I snickered. “Get some,” I encouraged, giving the door a single fist pound. “Fuck him real good.”

There was no place as special as your own bathroom. I threw my luggage into my bedroom and started stripping off to shower. My feet were blistered from the dress shoes I forced them into. I ran myself a bath, pouring in salts and liquids to make bubbles. I had three days off until I was set to board a flight to Paris, France on the Monday. I was definitely going to make the most of my time off.

With the bath running, I got completely naked and sat in it, letting bubbles foam up around me and the steam to fill the air. Except for the drum of music outside, this was bliss. “We’ll go to the gym tomorrow,” I told myself, leaning forward to turn the faucets off. “Something cardio intense.” I spoke to myself a lot. I was the only person who ever made much sense in my life, so why wouldn’t I speak to myself. “Well, there was that twink in Mexico, he was pretty cardio intense. Maybe we can work our thighs.”

Just as I grabbed my cock, recalling all the twinks of past, a knock came at the bathroom door. “Go away,” I shouted.

“Oscar,” Sam’s voice called out. “Oh my god. I knew that was you. Please, I—”

“You’re not dumping your load in here, I’m having a bath.”

“Please, just get out, one-minute, fine, two-minutes max!”

I’d barely given myself chance to relax, so he’d caught me feeling generous. “You can come in, I’ll close the curtain, and plug my ears.” Half-generous.

Sam wasted no time opening the door. It wasn’t like neither of us had seen the other naked before. But we were basically numb to any idea of sex with the other. It just wasn’t on our radars.

Plugging my ears with my wet fingers seemed to do the job. Sam pulled back the curtain, speaking at me. “What?” I asked, leaning back in the tub finally able to listen again.

“I said, you should’ve texted that you were coming back,” he went on, a hand at his cock, covering it up with a hand. “I would’ve gone to Zander’s place.”

“Zander’s the boyfriend, right?”

“You wanna meet him?”

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