— John —
My plan to take a nap for the two and a half hour flight didn’t go as planned. I had a few fans spot me and ask me for autographs and I obliged and took a few pictures with them. When I was in the process of sitting back down…that’s when I saw him.
It was Jason! I thought my mind was playing tricks on me but it was him…actually him. What was he doing on this flight going to Houston? I asked myself. Then it clicked. I remember talking to my mom the other day and I tuned most of her rambling out but I swear I remember her telling me something about running into Jason’s mom and something about a lunch. I can’t remember.
He looked so damn handsome. I just wanted to walk over and say hi but…I didn’t. I wasn’t sure how and what to say. Let alone on a plane full of people. Oh yeah…the plane full of people that had no clue that I was gay and was with Jason at one point. Fuck. There goes my brain fucking with me again.
I sat down and put my headphones back in and tried to not fret over the fact that the love of my life was a few rows back on the same plane. I have to figure out why he’s going to the same place I am. I finally drifted off to sleep and then the next thing I knew I was thinking of him and I was hard as a rock.
— Jason —
I looked up and saw him. It was actually him. Fuck he only got better looking since we broke up. Fucking bastard! How dare he be looking so good ha. I saw him talking to a few people. Some fans like the ones sitting next to me must have recognized him and he signed autographs and took a few pictures. That’s one thing I loved about John when he became famous. He usually always tried to make some time to say hi to his fans and take pictures with them if he could. He would always tell me “if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t get to do what I love.” He was so true about that. Now we were on the same flight to Houston.
I closed my eyes and had to calm myself. I wanted to walk up to him, but the plane is not the time not the place to do this. Nor do I want to bring unwanted attention to us either. After that run in with that paparazzi guy at the airport talking about us, I needed to be careful.
The plane landed at Bush Intercontinental in Houston and we started to get off the plane. I grabbed my carryon and made my way out and off the plane. I looked at my phone and my mom had finally texted me back while mid flight, go figure, and all she said was “Sorry! :)” My mother. I was walking and I looked up and there he was on the phone and he looked up and we were locked eye to eye. There he was fifteen feet in front of me staring at me with those beautiful eyes. Eyes that I used to love looking into when we fucked like two rabbits in love. The eyes that I looked to when I was sad and he calmed the storm within me. The eyes that hurt me by leaving.
I smiled a weak smile at him and he did the same. Like two moths drawn to a flame we started walking towards one another. This was the first time we had seen one another in person since that fateful day he walked out of my life.
“Hi.” John spoke. “Hey you.” I replied. “How are you?” I asked. “I’m doing ok. You?” He asked. He reached out to touch me on the shoulder. The moment his hand touched me a shock wave pulsed right through me and made me realize how much I missed his touch. I smiled and he smiled back.
The moment was ruined when we all of a sudden heard the sounds of flashbulbs going off around us and to both of our horrors there were at least ten paparazzi around us snapping pictures of our reunion. Then my mind flashed back to the Atlanta airport and that guy talking to me. “Fuck that asshole must have told them!” I heard John say to me. “What?” I was confused. Then it clicked. John must have run into that same guy. “Did you get approached by some random guy back in Atlanta?” I asked. John looked at me and shook his head yes questioningly. “Me too. Apparently someone spilled the beans about us and they are doing a story to out us.”
The look of terror that shot through John’s face. I understood it. He wasn’t ready and to be forced out, I mean we had technically already been once in high school, but this time without it being on his or our own terms is fucked up.
He started to panic. I grabbed his hand and pulled and at that moment I could see my dad and brother off in the distance trying to find me and figure out what the hell was going on. The looks on their faces when they saw me running pulling John behind me and us being chased by the cameras. It must have clicked for them. They ran up to help us and we ran through to baggage claim. Luckily with all the commotion our luggage had already started to come down off the plane. So we were able to find it all and run out of the airport. People saw John and me and started taking pictures of us with their phones. Great I thought. I don’t know how this is going to go but we needed to get out of there.
We grabbed our stuff and followed my dad and brother out of the airport and got in dad’s truck and we left. I’m sure some people are going to find us but for the time being no one seemed to be following us. I looked over to John to see a look of fear on his face. The look I’ve seen so many times in my life and I grabbed his hand and squeezed it and he squeezed mine back. He looked at me and smiled that smile I loved so much. Ugh.
“So are we headed to the house or John do you need to go anywhere?” My dad asked. “Um I was just going to my mom’s. That’s why I was here. I didn’t realize how close all of you guys were until just now.” My dad chuckled. “I’ve missed you my boy.” John smiled. He always loved how my dad treated him and supported him and us all of these years. I smiled but looked out the window away as tears started to form in the corners of my eyes. Ugh I missed this so much but there is so much more to talk about and deal with.
About thirty minutes later we pulled up to this really nice house and I looked at my dad and my brother Travis. “Damn dad. They must be paying you really good!” He laughed. “Yes sir they are. Now you boys grab your stuff and come in. John no need to call your mom. She’s already here.” And when my dad was saying that he pointed to the black Range Rover sitting in the driveway. I knew something was up!!
My dad and Travis walked into the house and that left just the two of us outside. “Um. I.” I was stumbling on my words. John was just standing there hands in his pockets. “Not the way I imagined seeing you again after all this time…” John finally spoke. “I’ve missed you Jason.” He looked at me sadness in his eyes. I looked back at him and replied “Me too. So much.” We didn’t hug or anything because as we turned we saw the whole entire family standing and scrambling to get away from the window where they were all being nosey and watching the two of us. We both chuckled. “They planned this you know.” John said. “Yeah I figured. This is the first time I’ve been here since they moved to Houston. Been in Atlanta this entire time.” John looked at me. Smiled. “Well I guess we better get inside then.” He picked up his bags and walked into the house. I took a deep breath and grabbed mine and followed him inside. Ready for the questions.
Little did I know we weren’t only being watched by our family…someone was watching from the street and snapped a picture of us….
— John —
Not how I pictured my day going let alone my reunion with Jason. I knew I wanted him back and I was going to do anything to make that happen, but the paparazzi ambush at the airport in Houston of all places threw me for a loop. Jason handled it so well. Like he always did. He always said I was his rock but truth be told he’s mine. I guess we were each others.
I had a feeling once I saw Jason on the plane and watched that handsome man walk off that plane that I knew it had been long enough. I knew that I needed to talk to him and finally try to make this right.
We walked into his parents house and of course there were not only his parents who I adored but there was my mom as well. Those two women never got over their sons breaking up. We said our hellos as Jason’s dad told everyone of our fun pap chase at the airport. It was awkward as hell though. Even though we had been together and we all knew each other since Jase and I were younger, the elephant was still in the room, Jase and I’s relationship or lack there of.
Our moms prepared a meal and we all sat and ate and talked about how lives were going and it was really nice to hear what his family was up to. I looked to Travis as a big brother and it was nice to see him succeeding too. Once we were all done eating, the moms cleaned up and Jason’s dad and brother went to do something and all of a sudden there we were. The two of us alone. For the first time in two years.
We grabbed our drinks and wondered outside to the back patio and took in the big backyard. It was nice. I missed just the two of us.
“So…Jase. How have you really been? Now that we are alone. How are you doing?” I asked. Ready for whatever answer came my way. He sighed. “I’ve actually been doing okay. Been busy with work and school.” I watched as Jason put his drink up to his full pink lips. Fuck I missed him. My dick was starting to fill and grow. I took a sip of my own drink and could see the desire in his eyes as well. I just wanted to grab him and hold him tight and kiss him all over.
“Hey Jase. I. Um. I’m…” I was stumbling over my words. He looked at me with that look he always had when he knew I was about to tell him something important. “Yeah J? What is is?” He asked as he grabbed my right hand and intertwined our fingers together. I smiled as I looked down and saw that.
“I. I’m so sorry for how I ended things with you and for what I said….I had everyone in my ear left and right telling me what was best for me and I let them get to me. The only thing that was ever the best for me was you!” He was looking at me and I could see that sweet face fighting a tear back. I grabbed his drink from his hand and set our down on the nearby table. I grabbed his hands and led him to the lounge chair not far from where we were standing.
“John.” Jason replied. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting and wanting to hear you say those words.” I smiled and grabbed and pulled him into a big deep hug. I smelled his cologne and his shampoo, mmm bergamot and cedar, my favorite. I took a big whiff and heard him chuckle against my chest. “You always did tell me I always smelled good.” I laughed and ran my hand along the stubble of his chin and tilted his face up. “Yeah I did didn’t I? I want to tell you everyday how good you smell and hold you and kiss you…” I pulled his face into mine and planted a big deep kiss on his perfect pink lips.
The force of that kiss and the way we grabbed and pulled one another into eachother with such force was so hot and long overdue. I missed him. And he missed me. We made out for a few minutes and I missed his touch and I was sure I was going to do anything and everything to get him back. Obstacles or none Jason and John would be together again!
We broke off our kiss, our foreheads pushing against one another, our dicks obviously tenting our shorts and our hands on each others chests. That’s when I heard the distinct sound.
The sound of shutters on a camera going off and the flash of light.
Fuck they found us and there’s no denying my life was about to change once again….
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