Page 2 of Can I Tell You Something?
Me:More chocolate for me then
The first Christmas he missed, I was seriously pissed off, but I can’t be mad when I know he’s working so hard at a job that he loves.
My seatbelt securely in place, I impatiently watch the safety briefing. The second it’s over, I connect my bluetooth headphones, find my favouriteMac’n’Pleaseaudio, and hit play.
Mac'n'Please
Bumping into your Ex
[M4F][ExestoLovers][Reminiscing] [Emotional] [Kissing] [I Remember Everything] [Soft Dom] [Consent] [Fingering] [Oral] [Finish Inside] [Communication]
Holy shit. I can’t believe you’re here. It’s been, what, five years? How have you been?
I’m really glad to hear that. You look well.
Yeah, really good actually.
No, not better than I remember. Just as good. You were always gorgeous.
Yeah, I’m good. Teaching fourth grade now, so that’s… loud. But they keep me on my toes. I love it and they love me. They call me Mister Mac and think I’m the coolest guy on the planet.
The moms? (laugh)
Is that your subtle way of asking if I’m dating anyone? Because you’re not subtle.
No. I’m not dating anyone. Are you?
Chapter 2
Cameron
I’mwaytoobuzzedto be on a plane, and we haven’t even taken off yet.
In my defence, had I known I’d be flying tonight I wouldn’t have gone for drinks after work, but if I hadn’t had so much to drink chances are we wouldn’t be flying at all.
“Would you gentlemen like something from the bar?” the flight attendant asks, her pretty smile painted with pink lipstick. A story writes itself in my mind. Seducing someone on a plane and hooking up in the cramped bathroom. Or maybe making a fellow passenger come with my fingers hidden underneath a blanket on a night flight with the lights dipped low. I bet my listeners would be into that one.
“Two rum and Cokes, please,” Ryan asks, but I lean across him and hold up my hand.
“No rum for me, thank you. Just the Coke.” Ryan gives me that look, the one that says I’m being a buzzkill. “Dude, this is a fifteen hour trip, and I already feel hammered.”
“So have one more, then pass out. You’ll wake up fresh as a daisy.”
He’s full of shit. We have a layover in London before the second leg of our journey. Sleep is not on the cards. France is nine hours ahead, and I don’t know how I’ll cope with jetlag. Basically, I’m fucked whether I drink more or not.
“Fine,” I relent, glancing up at the beautiful woman towering over us. “Two rum and Cokes, when you have a moment.”
“Be right with you,” she says, twisting to take orders across the aisle.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this, man.” Ryan grabs my arm through the divide of our seats and shakes it hard. “This is fucking nuts.”
I can’t stop grinning. This is the most spontaneous thing either of us has done in a while and I’m still riding an adrenaline high. “Have you told them you’re coming?”
“No, I thought it would be best to surprise them.”
In the time I’ve known him, Ryan has talked plenty about his family holidays to the mountain village where they spend winter break. He hasn’t made it for the past few years, and when we left our friends at the bar, I could tell he was bummed out about missing out again. I get it, a California Christmas isn’t much to write home about, even if it’s all I’ve ever known.
So I did what any good friend would do and searched for flights while we walked. By the time we’d made it through the door of the apartment we share, I was hitting confirm on two business class tickets, which were surprisingly reasonable this close to Christmas. Thirty minutes later, we were in a cab for the airport, and after rushing through security, here we are. Beyond my laptop and recording equipment, I couldn’t tell you what I’ve packed.
