The Friendly Skies
Aiden Sky slammed both his hands on the wall of the lavatory. It was a tight space, but it was so worth it for the hot twink currently standing in front of him. The pale-skinned blonde cutie looked into Aiden’s deep blue sea of eyes for a brief moment. He searched them, looking for a connection. Maybe even a glimmer of something more. Just maybe for once, someone wanted him for more than his body. He leaned in for a kiss, desperate to taste the lips of the charming cowboy in front of him.
Aiden shook his head no. The rejection stung, but he was used to it. There was no need to pass up the opportunity to play with such a stud. Aiden light pushed down on the twink’s shoulders. The man took the hint and lowered to his knees. He ran his hands across Aiden’s massive, thick thighs. The twink loved men, but there was something about Aiden being a true-to-form cowboy that made his mouth water. He ran his hand over Aiden’s crotch, giving him slow and delicate touches. He could feel Aiden’s cock come alive beneath the fabric of his denim. It felt like a man’s cock. Thick, long, and dangerous.
Aiden looked down, cocked an eyebrow, and said, “Bulls need aggression not love.”
His southern drawl was laced with a bit of midwestern charm. The twink winked at him and quickly undid Aiden’s bull’s eye belt buckle. Those tight Levi's dropped, revealing his thick, manly thighs and fitted dark briefs. His eyes glowed at the outline of Aiden’s cock. It was desperately trying to breach those briefs.
The hungry little minx bit his bottom lip. He carefully pulled Aiden’s underwear down. His hands cuffed those swollen melons. They felt firm and were surprisingly smooth. The twink gave them a nice little shake, and then he took Aiden’s appendage into his mouth. Aiden threw his head back as he let out one long, perfect gasp. Aiden loved a mouth around his pole.
The familiar ding-ding made Grayson Blue glance up. Instinctively, he knew what it was. His eyes just needed the confirmation. Above them, the sign blinked on: FASTEN SEATBELT.
He quickly fastened his seatbelt. The flight attendants quickly made their way down the aisle. They moved swiftly, but not at an alarming rate to frighten anyone. Grayson took a deep breath. He could feel his throat tighten as his anxiety started to surface. The man hated flying. Grayson’s eyes scanned the plane. The door to the lavatory opened, and Aiden walked out.
He studied the rugged, handsome cowboy as he strutted up the aisle. Grayson could tell by the way he moved that the man was southern charm wrapped in denim and glorious dust. His golden hair was tousled just enough to look effortless. He had this slow, crooked grin that could disarm a storm on a sunny day. His rugged jawline was dusted with stubble, and those blue eyes were deep, playful, full of mischief, with a glint beneath them. A glint that said he was always up to something.
His fitted pearl snap shirt was rolled at the sleeves. His muscular frame filled out his worn-in denim. He moved with a lazy confidence. You could tell he knew how to handle a horse, a fight, and just maybe a broken heart. MAYBE!
Aiden paused at Grayson’s row and eased in to take the seat next to him by the window. Grayson had never even realized the handsome stranger had been seated next to him. From the corner of his eye, he caught the lavatory door open again. The blonde twink walked out. He looked satisfied and full sexually. Grayson smirked to himself.
Aiden fastened his seatbelt and lifted the window covering. The sky had begun to turn slightly dark. The plane shook and took a subtle dip. A few people in the cabin gasped. Grayson squeezed the armrest. It was all he could do to keep his body from tensing up. His hate for flying was extreme. The claustrophobia, the sterile air, and the reminder that he wasn’t in control. They were all feelings he despised.
“I think this is just turbulence,” came the voice of Aiden. His voice was dry and amused.
Grayson turned his attention toward Aiden. Aiden’s eyes were fixed on a thick curtain of clouds. He had a camera in his hand. He held it casually as if he’s been holding it his entire life, and it was part of his DNA. His expression was calm. Grayson couldn’t understand how someone could be so calm sitting in a metal tube thousands of feet in the air.
“Is that supposed to provide some level of comfort?” Grayson asked. His voice was a mix of New York City and an elegant southern drawl.
Aiden turned and looked at him. He cast a smile and said, “Guess not. Sorry, I chase storms for a living. A little turbulence doesn’t disturb my flow.” There was a quiet arrogance and a subtle charm to the way he spoke.
The plane shook again. Grayson closed his eyes tightly. Aiden reached over and took hold of his hand. Grayson opened his eyes and glanced at Aiden. They held each other’s gaze for a moment. Something stirred in them both—a bit of curiosity and a flicker of attraction. MAYBE!
“Grayson,” he introduced himself.
“Nice to hold your hand. I’m Aiden,” he replied with a cute smirk. “So, where you headed?”
Grayson swallowed hard. It was another way he tried to calm himself, “Home. Oklahoma City. What about you?”
Aiden leaned his head back against the chair. “The same. Born in Kansas and raised right outside of OKC. You sound a little southern, but I would assume you’re one hundred percent New York.”
“I’ve lived there for so long. I’m sure I’m more New York than anything,” he answered.
“I don’t know. You can take the man out of the south, but you can’t the south out of the man,” Aiden said with a soft grin.
“Well, we can’t all be cowboys. Some of us have to adapt to city life.” The sentence was soft, subtle, with a pinch of sass. It was Grayson at his best.
With his disarming charm, Aiden said, “Well, city life suits you, Mr. Grayson.”
Grayson chuckled, “Don’t be so formal. We’re airplane equals here.”
“I’m just showcasing my southern hospitality and manners,” he playfully said. “Sure, you forgot what that was like, having become a city slicker.”
“Oh!” Grayson was surprised by the slight dig. “Well, being a city slicker is protecting my health.”
Aiden turned, surprised, and looked at him and whispered, “I don’t follow.”
Grayson whispered back, “The twink you joined the mile high club with also showed the newlywed queer couple back in economy a good time in the bathroom at LaGuardia. Let me tell you…anyone turning tricks in LaGuardia probably needs a shot. I’d be more than happy to call in a favor and get you something to help with the itch that’s coming.”
Aiden chuckled nervously. He placed his hand on the back of his neck and rubbed it. It was safe to say that he hadn’t anticipated Grayson’s reaction or his response. “Well, shit. I guess you’re southern after all. An insult wrapped in a condescending care package.”
“Like you said, you can take the man out of the south, but you can’t take the south out of the man,” Grayson said with a smirk.
“What do you do in the big city?’ Aiden asked him.
“I’m the charge nurse on my unit,” Grayson answered softly.
“Charge nurse? So, you’re the big shot nurse?” Aiden flashed a dazzling smile.
They both laughed. It was a subtle laugh. It spoke louder in their minds than it sounded to neighboring ears. There was something about Grayson that pulled Aiden in. Yes, he was beautiful and smart. There was a soft fire that he felt from him. It was deep down, but it was there.
Grayson sighed and said, “I like to be in control. I think that’s why I hate flying so much. It takes all of the control away from me.”
“Well, you have my hand and my attention. You can control both for as long as you feel.” The words left Aiden’s mouth so smooth and cool.
Grayson found himself at a loss for words. It was unusual for him to feel that way. He looked down at their conjoined hands. Aiden slightly moved his thumb, running it back and forth softly over Grayson’s brown flesh. It was a sweet and tender gesture. It was simple enough to be taken as a friendly gesture or something more.
“You’re sweet,” Grayson finally said after finding his voice.
Aiden twisted his mouth up. “Uhm…I don’t know about that. I am savory, but a bull is never sweet.”
“A bull?” Grayson almost laughed out loud at the comment. Instead, he simply smiled at him.
“Yes, a bull,” Aiden said with a playful charm that tapped right at the surface.
The plane lurched. Grayson tightened his grip on Aiden’s hand. Aiden didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he welcomed Grayson’s touch. He couldn’t ignore how beautiful Grayson was. His skin was a deep, rich brown that looked like polished mahogany. A halo of soft, dark curls framed his face. Every coil knew its wild but intentional place. He had the most unusual, stormy, piercing grey eyes. They were soulful, like they had seen too much and carried a guardedness to them.
His lips were beautiful and pink. They looked like they carried the kiss that could save a soul. It was hard not to find yourself lost in such beauty, charm, and grace. Aiden had never been one to be easily impressed. There was something impressive about Grayson.
At the same time, he’s a blend of street lights and star lights. The smoothness of New York subway jazz and that old southern slow dancing on porches made him. It made him a man who feels like safety and danger all in one breath. Refined, grounded, and magnetic with his quietness. Even the way he dressed spoke without trying. It was like a quiet gravity.
“Welcome back to Oklahoma, Mr. Grayson,” Aiden added, just as the pilot announced an emergency landing in Tulsa due to a developing tornado system near OKC.
TO BE CONTINUED
© Grayson Rose 2025. All rights reserved.
**This one is a slow burn. If you know me, you know I enjoy a good tease. There's nothing quite like a sexual buildup. I hope you take this journey with me. This one is a very personal story. Hints at the character's name: Grayson. So, buckle up, come for the ride, and let's meet under the "Blue Skies."
