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Title: Joining the Mile High Club
Genre: zomg, it's EROTIC SLASH. boysecks will be involved, with lots of fun comedy! this is a one shot with two parts.
Disclaimer: This never happened...but if MCR had their own jet, the possibiltiies are endless Wink

Summary: Frank Iero is deathly terrified of airplanes. What happens when a certain boy decides to take his mind off of his fear and help him join...the Mile High Club?

From Wikipedia:

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The mile high club (or MHC) is a slang term collectively applied to individuals who have engaged in sexual activity while on board an aircraft. There is no known formally constituted club so named. However, since 'membership' of the 'club' is really a matter of an individual asserting they have qualified, the qualifications for membership are open to some interpretation.

on with the story...
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Joining the Mile High Club [Part 1]

A huge flying machine made of metal, more than 30,000 feet in the air, going 560 miles per hour.

Whoever invented the jumbo jet was a complete maniac.

Frank Iero let out a huge sigh and closed his eyes, gripping the handle bars of his seat as if his life depended on it. Because to him, it really did.

The sweat that formed on his brow dripped heavily across his forehead and he sighed again. His head hurt, his throat was burning and he could feel the nausea churn in his stomach.

And this was all before takeoff.

“Welcome to Flight 1167 from Newark Airport to Venice Airport in Venice, Italy. Your pilot today is Bob Bryar, with your co-pilot Ray Toro. Total flight time is an estimated 8 hours and 45 minutes and we will reach altitudes of 20,000 feet. Thank you for flying American Airlines and please direct your attention to the monitors above your seats.”

Frank cringed. 9 hours. They would be the longest nine hours of his life. He looked up at the small screen, trying to block out all the safety precautions they always rambled about before takeoff. Because, let’s be honest now, if a 200 ft metal machine came tumbling out of the air, no one had any hope of actually surviving. Fuck inflatable vests and air masks. They’d all die terrible, excruciatingly painful deaths that would certainly include burning alive, being torn into pieces, or suffocation, if not all of them at once.

He envisioned everyone on the plane screaming for mercy, blood splattered on the small windows. Oh, he how hated his overactive imagination. It didn’t do any good expect to rise the bile that was already threatening to spill in his throat.

He had always been terrified of flying. Ever since he was a small child and his mom had taken him to Disney World, all he could think about was having to fly. Not even Mickey Mouse could prevent the dread. That was the first time he had been on an airplane and he had actually stopped breathing as the plane rocketed into the air the first time. They had to give him one of the air masks and people had stared at him, rather annoyed. And he had thrown up. The only other flight he had ever been on, he had thrown up. And that one had been less than two years ago, so you can imagine how embarrassing it must’ve been for a 21 year old, having to be head-first into one of those white paper bags, spilling ALL the beans. Literally.

He hoped he didn’t do it again. He was 23 years old, goddamnit. Old enough to realize what everyone already knew; you were more likely to get into an accident while on your way to the airport than on an actual airplane.

But of course, that didn’t stop his skepticism. He didn’t believe any of it, that airplanes were the safest mode of transportation besides trains, that there were more car accidents in one day than airplane accidents combined in the history of forever. To him flying was unnerving, ludicrous even. He rather travel 3,000 miles with his Uncle Jim, in his 45 year old tow truck, with Uncle Jim being slightly more inebriated than he always was, than travel on a plane. And he actually had done that, one year when they all decided to go to California, away from the loveable dreariness that was New Jersey. He hadn’t wanted to go flying, refused it. So he spent 3 days with Uncle Jim, hearing his stories about the war (where he had been a cook) and almost crashing into several deer, trees, and through the windows of cheap highway motel rooms. How they had made it to L.A. safely, he’d never know. But he still went back to Jersey with Uncle Jim right by his side, taking a swig of Uncle Jim’s vodka every now and then, feeling safer than he ever could on one of those flying deathtraps.

This time, he had had no choice. He couldn’t go by boat to Italy (something he actually considered) because it was his grandma’s funeral in two days. He’d never make it in time. He loved his Nana. He couldn’t not go to her funeral because of a little phobia. Okay, a huge phobia, one that prevented him from enjoying many spring breaks, Christmas vacations, and his father’s wedding. Many a time had he spent Christmas cooped up in his house, watching as the snow fell, but thanking divine intervention that he didn’t have to fly. He had also spent many days inside during the summer, practically seeing the New Jersey streets baking with heat while his friend sucked jello shots off of some hot chick’s stomach down in Florida. His friends were all traitors. None of them had the common decency to drive down so he could go and he couldn’t afford a car just yet.

He was depressed, deprived, and dejected but at least he was alive. He considered taking one of his mom’s sleeping pills that he had stolen from her purse, but they were for nighttime use only and he couldn’t very well get to Italy looking like he had just sniffed crack, his family would be so disappointed.

“Hi ya’ll, I’m your co-pilot for today. Hope you enjoy your flight. We’ll try to make it as fun as possible, watch out for the turbulence now.” Ray Toto, or whatever the guy’s name was, actually laughed. Frank was mortified. The co-pilot was a lunatic. What if the pilot died in mid-air? Or an extremely agitated snake bit him to death? This was the guy they were supposed to count on?

“Just go to sleep. Go to sleep. Go to sleep.” He whispered through gritted teeth. He had purposely not slept at all the last two days, hoping to be tired for the flight. The exact opposite was true. He was more alert than ever, his eyes traveling over everything more than twice, his ears hearing every sound and his nose smelling every smell.

Not everyone on the plane was seated and he observed everything with a keen eye open for any suspicious activity. He felt like an FBI agent. He was sitting smack dab in the middle of the plane. The window seats gave him the runs, the aisles made him dizzy. He guessed he felt a little safer in the sea of people, as if them being there was any consolation for imminent death.

Not many people were on the flight though, that much he could see. It was the middle of March. No holidays, no vacations, no tourists. He didn’t know whether to feel even more worried at the lack of travelers or a little bit better that not many people were going to die.

He really hated being such a cynic, he really did. He hadn’t died on any flights prior, that was obvious. He just couldn’t bring himself to believe that he was safe. So high, so fast, so icky. Yes, icky.

In a few minutes, everyone was boarded, strapped in, ready to go. He was going to hurl pretty soon.

“Everyone please secure yourselves in your seats with your seatbelt on tightly. We will be taking off soon.”

Frank already had his seatbelt on, tightened to the limit, his bladder (and balls, unfortunately) being squished to major proportions.

All of a sudden, he heard one of the flight attendants more to the front of the plane, talking in a hushed voice. His perception was very good and he leaned forward to hear better, his balls aching.

“We know you paid for first class, but you are too late. We already gave your seat to one of the disabled children.”

“Disabled children? Am I supposed to believe that?” Frank couldn’t see who was talking, but he spoke with a distinctive New Jersey lilt, sort of nasal and the kind of voice that got annoying after a while.

The older flight attendant smiled politely and opened the first-class curtain. “They’re on a trip, going to see Italy for the first time. They all booked first class seats, but some of them joined the group at the last minute. Surely you aren’t one to separate these poor children from their families and friends.” She raised her eyebrow at him as if to say “You cruel-hearted bastard.”

Nasal-voice sighed after a moment. “Will I be getting a refund?”

“No. But you will be getting frequent flyer miles added to your American Airlines account. Thank you for flying with us and being very understanding. Enjoy your stay.” The flight attendant turned away triumphantly.

Frank heard and watched the exchange and felt rather horrified. Maybe this guy wasn’t meant to be on this plane. Maybe he’ll bring us bad luck. Maybe…maybe he’s a terrorist! Frank whined audibly at that last bit, avoiding malevolent stares from his fellow passengers.

He finally saw the guy who belonged to the nasally voice. He didn’t look like a terrorist. Frank wasn’t racist in any way, shape, or form, but he did have that unfortunate, American way of categorizing every Middle Eastern on a plane as a terrorist. Frank felt really bad about it.

The guy looked like any other New Jersey dude in the way he was dressed, except he was actually attractive. Why Frank noticed this, he didn’t know. The plane was making him go so insane that he was starting to find men attractive. What was next? Flying pigs? Leprechauns? Tiny dancing unicorns? As much as he wanted to though, he couldn’t look away. Silky black hair that hung to his shoulders, crappy leather jacket, crappy messenger bag, and really dark sunglasses. Pale skin. Skin so pale it looked translucent. Frank was willing to bet that the guy hadn’t seen the light of day in quite a while. He probably lived in a dusty basement.

It took his mind off of the despairing situation he was in for a while, watching the young man (who looked a little older than him) turn his neck back and forth, looking for a seat. The whole front of the plane was full, while the back consisted of two really old ladies already asleep. The middle, where Frank was sitting, was sparsely occupied, bald heads and ridiculous hats visible above the seats. He secretly wished Vampire Boy/Nasal Voice wouldn’t sit anywhere near him. He didn’t need or want that kind of distraction.

He wished for a hot girl instead to pop up with a bottle of whipped cream and some handcuffs. But when he closed his eyes, the image that popped into his head was rather alarming, if not disturbing and unexpected. It was the vampire-guy, tight jeans open at the waist, beckoning with his index finger. Frank swallowed over the huge lump that had formed in his throat and opened his eyes. He was either delusional, gay, or so distressed over the whole ordeal that he had suddenly attracted an urge for some ass. Male ass.

But really, what could he do? The man was beautiful. Even Frank could see that. It was perfectly normal to think a fellow man was beautiful without being gay right? Right?

All Frank heard was crickets in his brain as he asked himself these questions. Of course it wasn’t normal. This wasn’t normal. Airplanes weren’t meant for helping people, they are actually torture devices. Thinking this brought Frank back to his present dilemma. He was in an airplane. He was going to die.

He forgot about the hot guy for a few minutes. He could hear people talking excitedly, waiting for the plane to takeoff so they could clap annoyingly and predictably. Frank didn’t see the point at clapping for looming tragedy.

“Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for takeoff.” Came over the loudspeakers.

“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.” Was all Frank could say, his death grip on the handles of the seat becoming increasingly painful. But he didn’t care. All he could think about was how in a few moments, they were about to shoot up into the pale blue sky. His eyes closed tightly.

“Sir you have to get out of the aisle. Please find a seat now.” A male flight attendant said.

Frank didn’t have to open his eyes to know who he was talking to. He knew the hot guy was there, messenger bag slung over his shoulder, probably looking at the flight attendant disdainfully. He felt his presence, as stupid as that sounds. Frank opened his eyes and sure enough he was there, opening the compartment above, where Frank had also put his camera, bag, and suit for the funeral.

“Sure man, just wait up. Can I at least put my bag in the compartment? You guys already took first class away from me.”

“Please hurry it up. We can’t have one person holding up the whole flight.”

The guy rolled his eyes and proceeded to shut the compartment closed. Frank watched as his shirt rid up a bit as he extended his arms, exposing soft flesh, even paler than his face, and a hint of black shorts.

Why am I staring? What the hell is my problem?

Frank looked away and tried to keep his eyesight straight ahead. That is until the vampire sat right next to him, not even in the aisle seat. He snapped his seatbelt shut and looked over at Frank.

“Hey man, are you sick or something?” was the first thing the guy asked him.

Frank looked at him closely, not one to trust a complete stranger’s concern. “I’m fine.” He said, grinding his teeth hard as the plane rumbled to life.

“You don’t look fine. I’m Gerard, by the way. Might as well get acquainted seeing as it’s going to be a long flight.” The guy extended his hand to Frank.

“Um, okay. I’m Frank.” He didn’t let go of his chair, however, and Gerard dropped his hand eventually.

“Okay, I guess you’re not a hand-shaker.”

“I am, just not in our present circumstances.” Frank said, the dread overpowering everything as the plane rounded a corner, setting into that fast-paced motion that killed him. It was like going up a steep hill on a roller coaster. You’re waiting for, anticipating the 100 mph fall. But on this airplane, the fall didn’t last 7 seconds like on a roller coaster. It lasted 9 painful hours.

“What circumstances?” There was confusion in Gerard’s voice, which was already beginning to get on Frank’s last nerve.

“Nothing. Just forget it.” Drop it. The plane starting going faster, slowly but surely rising up a little in the front.

“Ooookay.” Gerard remained silent, still looking at Frank though. Frank felt Gerard’s eyes on him and he snapped at him.

“Look, I don’t like airplanes okay?”

“Fine. I didn’t ask, but admitting you have a problem is the first step.” Gerard said jokingly.

Frank couldn’t help but smile. Gerard was making jokes while Frank was peeing his pants, how nice. But still, it was funny. Frank didn’t know whether to take it as a half-hearted attempt on Gerard’s part at making him feel better or as a blow to his manhood. Which had flown out the window, right along with his sanity, and apparently, his sexuality. He had always been straight. But faced with a little danger, and apparently he was all for the cock.

Or maybe it was just Gerard’s cock. He was still looking at him intently. Frank really wished he would take off those ridiculous sunglasses. He would look so much better if he didn’t look like Lindsay Lohan’s older brother.

“Please don’t puke.”

Frank glared at him. “What makes you think I’m going to puke?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you look a little green and are sort of frothing at the mouth. You should relax and let go of the chair before you break a bone in your hand or something.”

Frank couldn’t and wouldn’t let go of the chair as the plane gained speed on the runway. It went faster and faster and Frank held on tighter and tighter, his face red, his bladder about to explode.

“Holy mother of God.” He crossed himself several times, the devout Catholic that he was. Okay, maybe not devout, but he certainly was Catholic.

“Calm down.” Came Gerard’s voice out of nowhere.

The plane lifted off of the ground, the floor shaking beneath Frank’s feet. He felt horrendously afraid, more scared than he had ever been in his life. Then he felt Gerard’s hand rest over his. “We’re in the sky, the worst part is over.”

But to Frank, the worst was just beginning.

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“Can I get you anything sir? Peanuts? Anything to drink?”

“I think you can get him a barf bag. And something with lots of alcohol in it.” Gerard answered for Frank.

Frank looked over at his new tormentor. He thought it was funny.

“And for you sir?”

“The same. Minus the barf bag.”

“Two drinks and a barf bag, coming right up.” The flight attendant winked at Gerard and Frank felt like bitch-slapping her.

“So are you feeling a little better about this whole thing? There’s nothing you can do about it now unless you brought a parachute.”

“Why must you try to make this funny when it’s anything but?” Frank asked him, agitated and not finding anything cute about him at that moment. Well, maybe his mouth. And his stubby fingernails.

“I actually think it’s hilarious. And maybe a little childish, but hey, we can’t all be mature all the time.”

If Frank had brought along a nice bag of courage, he would’ve beat Gerard over the head with it. “You think this is something I can control? I’ve always been like this. Always.” The plane prattled for a few seconds, then stopped. Those few seconds had felt like 70 years in hell.

“I think it’s something in your mind, something subconscious. And yeah, something that can be controlled if you put your mind to it. Did your parents abandon you when you were little or something?”

“Listen you…you fucking psychoanalyst, I do not have abandonment issues. It isn’t subconscious, it’s something I know I was born with. This fear. This fear of these things.” He said the word things in plain and utter disgust.

“You think this is normal, this fear?” Gerard raised his eyebrows at him over his sunglasses, which Frank was tempted to rip off and jam them where the sun don’t shine, technically speaking.

“For me it is.” Frank said in a deathly grave tone.

“Okay, fine, fine.” He threw up his hands in compliance. “I won’t try to meander into your crazy little brain any further. But I will get you drunk.” He flashed Frank a thirty megawatt smile.

Frank had to admit that having Gerard there was making the situation a little bit easier to cope with, even if he was irritating. And even if he couldn’t stop staring at that distinctive bulge in his pants…

Frank muttered something that sounded like “Save me from these thoughts” under his breath. He had never thought of men in that way before. And he had no explanation for it, except that maybe Gerard wasn’t a man at all. That was it! He was a woman, in disguise. He did have soft features like a woman.

But those hands. Those weren’t woman hands at all. Frank stared at them and in turn loosened the hold he had on his seat. They were actually pretty dirty and rough. Constant masturbation did that to you, he surmised. He looked at his own tattooed ones, and they looked a lot like Gerard’s. They were two masturbating peas in a pod.

And he didn’t smell like a girl. He actually smelled a little like sweaty socks with a hint of aftershave. No, he definitely wasn’t a girl. The bulge should’ve given it away, but Frank’s mind wasn’t exactly in the right place.

Frank sighed and pursed his lips, exploring his thoughts for a hint of normalcy. He supposed getting drunk was a good thing, except he should have brought a sign that said “Horny When Intoxicated”.

“Here you are.” The flight attendant set down their drinks.

“Thank you sugar.” Gerard flashed that smile again, tiny teeth irresistible to anyone in the human race. He promptly brought the plastic cup to his lips, taking long gulps.

Frank just stared at the copper fluid in his cup, the liquid flowing around as the plane moved a gajillion miles per hour but they only felt the slight tremor every now and then. He decided he wouldn’t drink it. He would keep it, stare at it, watch as it moved every time the plane did.

“Are you just going to stare it or are you going to drink it?”

“I’m going to stare at it. Problem?” Frank’s large hazel eyes flashed to Gerard’s constant smirking face, a challenge in his voice.

“No, no problem. Wimp. Are you scared of drinking too?”

“No, I’m not scared, just watch me.” Frank let go of the handlebars on his chair for the first time in the 20 minutes the plane had been traveling. His hand enclosed around the plastic cup, gripping it, scared to death that it would fall out of his hand unexpectedly.

It didn’t. It remained in his grip and he sighed, gladly bringing it up to his lips.

Until the plane went all haywire and the turbulence caused Frank to scream out “No! We’re all going to die!” He let go of the cup, and the copper-toned drink cascaded down his favorite white t-shirt, causing a reddish tint to immerse itself onto it. He put his head down between his legs, not caring about the mess, and covered it with his arms, much like they teach you in school during safety drills.

The turbulence lasted a good 10 seconds. Everyone else was either staring at Frank or laughing at him. Or both.

Gerard was doing both. “Sorry about that folks, some nasty clouds in this area.” Bob Bryar the pilot said. As soon as the turbulence ended, people got of their seats, hovering over Frank.

“What is your problem young man? Are you crazy?” Some fat old lady said to him.

Frank couldn’t answer, his head still in his crotchal region.

“No ma’am. He’s a bit on the drunk side. Aren’t you Frankie?”

Frank just nodded.

Gerard smiled reassuringly. “He’ll be fine. He’s a little scared of the plane, is all.” Gerard whispered the last part but Frank had heard it loud and clear, the taunting tone of his voice, the way he had said it, wanting to laugh but not wanting to laugh.

Frank wanted to wring his neck. But most of all he wanted to fuck him. Fuck him hard. Fuck him till he shut the hell up about his fear of airplanes and screamed Frank’s name instead.

Where did the sudden desire come from? Why was there a sudden erection crowding Frank’s eyesight? He hated Gerard and he hated airplanes. Hate prompted several nasty and incoherent thoughts, didn’t it?

“Okay, you could get your head out of your dick now. I think we’re safe for the next ten minutes at least.”

Frank slowly lifted his head and looked around. No one was looking at him which was a good thing. But his shirt was soaking wet, sticking to him like a second skin. Even his pants were a little wet. He looked over at Gerard. He had been wrong, Gerard was looking at him. Well, looking at his chest at least, which had been drenched, exposing his nipples and his stomach.

“Shit. What do I do now?” He pulled his shirt, trying to stop the complete overexposure.

“How are you afraid of airplanes but not of needles?” Gerard suddenly blurted out.

“What?” Frank said, confused.

Gerard sighed. “All those tattoos and piercings you have. I can’t even get near needles.” Gerard shuddered.

“Oh, so big bad Gerard has a weakness. Goody. Now we’re even. And I now need a new shirt.” But Frank didn’t want to get up and change. He hated getting up during flights. He looked back at Gerard, who was still looking at him. He couldn’t read his eyes, those stupid sunglasses blocking any human contact. Because don’t they say the eyes are the window to the soul? Gerard was soulless, apparently. But he looked vulnerable for some reason, even with glasses on Frank could see that needles truly petrified him. But he wasn’t like Gerard to be smug about it, so he didn’t say anything.

“I think I have one, hold up.” Gerard unbuckled his seat belt and stood up, all in one fluid motion. He opened the compartment, still mercilessly teasing Frank with that exposed bit of skin. Frank honestly didn’t know what the hell was his problem.

“Here.” Gerard handed him a black t-shirt and sat back down.

“Um…” Frank trailed.

“Yeah?”

“I can’t get up.” Frank gritted his teeth and held on tight to the cottony fabric of the t-shirt as the lights of the plane flickered.

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to give you any explanations, thank you very much. Now just leave me alone while I change.”

Gerard laughed. “You’re not supposed to get naked on airplanes, you might frighten the old folk. Or the whole plane, for that matter.” Gerard was joking, but his body language looked sort of expectant, anxious.

Does he want me to get naked? Frank pushed that thought away as soon as it came. Gerard didn’t seem like the type to like other dudes. Was he that type? Yet again, Frank had never been that type either and now all of a sudden he was drooling over some guy’s stomach.

Frank looked over at Gerard, who seemed to be looking straight ahead. But he could never be sure because of his concealed eyes. What color were they anyway? He took off his jacket and, making sure no one was looking at him, peeled his shirt off of his body.

“Sir, what are you doing?” A male flight attendant was looking at him quizzically. “There are children aboard.”

“I just have to-“ Frank gave an exasperated sigh. “Just hold up, will you?” Frank pulled on the shirt over his head. It was bigger than his own, and he was glad it wouldn’t be sticking so closely to his skin. “There.”

“Please refrain from nudity on this air craft.” The guy turned on his heel.

“Please refrain from nudity on this air craft.” Gerard mimicked, giving the guy the bird behind his back.

Frank chuckled, calming down somewhat despite his present situation. All of a sudden, the plane did a violent dip. It took Frank everything inside of him not to scream out bloody murder. Instead he dug his nails into his arm, trying to use the pain as a distraction.

“Okay, change of plans.” Gerard said beside him.

Frank managed to open one eye in curiosity. The plane was level again so he it was now safe to breathe. “What’s that?”

Gerard sprang up from his seat and took out something from his messenger bag. It looked like a clear plastic box.

He sat back down and grinned at Frank. Frank was a little scared of what that evil smile was trying to say.

“Open it.” Gerard threw the box on Frank’s lap.

“Yeah right. What if it’s a bomb or something?” Frank threw it back.

Gerard rolled his eyes. “Please, with all the security these days, you can’t even bring a fucking bag of chips onto an airplane.” Gerard threw it to Frank again. “Just open it pussy.”

Frank frowned and carefully lifted the top of the box. It wasn’t really a box, more like Tupperware. “Brownies?”

“Yeah, brownies.” Gerard wiggled his thick eyebrows.

“Brownies?” Frank asked again stupidly.

“Brownies.” Gerard peeked at Frank over the top of his glasses, trying to give him some sort of hint. Hazel-green. Frank had never seen the unusual color before. But his glasses were back on in a flash. “Get it now?”

“Not really.” Frank wasn’t getting it. What was so good about brownies?

“Oh my God, do I have to yell it out?” Gerard’s exasperation was cute if anything.

Then it hit Frank like a freight train. Those brownies. “Are you trying to get me high?” Frank asked in a voice much louder than he had intended to use. Everyone looked at him and he quickly hid the brownies between him and Gerard.

“Yes Frank, we are very high. In the sky.” Gerard said loudly, flashing the irresistible smile that everyone on the plane lapped up like good little doggies.

“Are you trying to get us arrested, asshole?” Frank whispered. He could not believe that this guy had the balls to bring drugs onto an American air craft. He actually admired those balls…way more than he should.

“Please, I’ve done it tons of times. It’s very relaxing, you know. Just eat one. Just one Frankie. You’ll feel better.” Frank was trying hard to concentrate while Gerard was whispering in his ear, his warm breath making Frank’s skin tingle.

He thought about it for a second. Maybe he would forget he was actually on an airplane if he got a little high. Okay, that wasn’t possible, but when he died a horrible death, maybe he wouldn’t really feel it.

“Okay, just one. You have to eat one too though.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t let you have all the fun by yourself.” Gerard opened the plastic container and handed one small, perfectly square shaped brownie to Frank. He took one for himself and replaced the lid.

“Bottoms up.” Gerard ate his brownie in one bite. Frank watched as Gerard licked his lips, whether he meant it to be seductive or not, it definitely turned him on.

Fuck. He had to eat that brownie before his hormones got uncontrollable. Frank tentatively took small bites out of his, chewing slowly. It didn’t taste different from any other brownie he had ever eaten. To be honest, he had never had marijuana brownies before. Lots of new things were happening on the flight. He was eating intoxicating pastries, he wanted to have sex with a man, and he wasn’t as terrified as he had once been. It wasn’t all bad.

He finished the brownie in two more bites, waiting for the inevitable effects of drugs to flow over his body.

Verified 17 August 2007
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Joining the Mile High Club [Part 2]

“And what would you like to eat sir?”

“Do you have horse available? Like, the whole horse?” Gerard asked, laughing like a coked-up hyena.

The stewardess glared at him. “No, we don’t have horse. We have chicken and steak.”

“I’ll have chicken. He’s going to have another barf bag.” Gerard said, pointing at Frank, who had his eyes closed and looked severely green.

“No. I don’t need one.” He said. If he picked up his own hand, he couldn’t even be able to see it, that’s how high he was. He looked over at the stewardess and tried to give her a Gerard-smile. “I’m a vegetarian.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her ineffectively. It just made her look at him rather strangely. If he didn’t appeal to women even while he was high, when did he appeal to them?

Gerard laughed uproariously. “Vegetarian? How gay can you get?”

“Not gayer than you, I’m sure.” Frank laughed loudly at his own joke, tears of laughter springing into his eyes.

“Hey, I’m not gay. Though I might go gay for you.” Gerard admitted. He stopped laughing and Frank looked at him, wondering what would make him say that.

Frank laughed. “Dick-lover.” The atmosphere returned to it’s playfulness and Gerard punched him hard on the arm. “Ow, that hurt you fucking tart.”

The flight attendant was looking at them, annoyed. “So you won’t have anything sir?”

“Did you not hear the man say that he wasn’t into meat? Now man-meat is another thing. That’s like, his favorite dish.”

She cut her eyes at them but not before Frank shouted “Give me some nuts, lady!”

They both cracked up at the look on her face, Frank practically falling on top of Gerard’s lap in glee. He had completely forgotten he was on an airplane. He could’ve been riding on a flying pig and he wouldn’t have realized it.

“Oh my God, it’s a bird, it’s a plane. It’s a really fat lady!” Gerard said, pointing at the old woman from before that was hovering over them, anger contorting her face.

Frank laughed and snorted, the soda almost coming out of his nose. “You young men need to shut up and show some respect for the other people on this plane.”

“And you need a fat dick in your butt. Any takers?” Gerard was way out of line, but screw it. He would never see this old bag any other time in his life. He turned into such an asshole when he was high. When he wasn’t high, he was only a mild asshole.

The old woman opened her mouth in shock. “Are both of you on drugs?”

Gerard stopped laughing and looked at her seriously. “Yes. We just sniffed some crack.”

“Okay Gerard, shut up now.” Frank hissed.

“You better listen to what your boyfriend says. And God hates homosexuals!” was her parting word.

“God also hates fat old ladies who haven’t been banged in 30 years.” Gerard replied.

“We’re not even gay.” Frank said, giggling.

“Yes, but they think that because we’re both too hot to be straight. And because of this.” Gerard grabbed Frank violently by his shirt, smashing his lips against Frank’s soft ones. Frank strained a little bit, not even closing his eyes. He was not used to it, not used to the taste of marijuana and chocolate that was assaulting his senses. Or used to the way his dick suddenly came to life as soon as Gerard’s lips collided with his.

Frank gave in to the moment, sinking his teeth into Gerard’s bottom lip. His mouth moved as carelessly as Gerard’s, exploring uninhibitedly and not even caring that people were gawking at them. His hands collided with Gerard’s chest, warm, hard and soft at the same time. Gerard’s tongue darted in and out of Frank’s mouth, and it felt so good that Frank moaned, sending chills of anticipation all over Gerard’s body.

A slow fire started in the pit of Frank’s stomach, a feeling so intense that he held on to Gerard’s arms for dear life. Gerard placed his hand on Frank’s thigh as he kissed him crazily, wanting nothing more than to guide himself into his tightness and fuck the living shit out of him.

“That is completely inappropriate! How dare you young men display your vile sexually to us innocent bystanders?” the old lady screamed. “You homosexuals will all burn in hell!”

Frank pulled away from Gerard before the other people on the airplane started a riot and lynched them or something. He couldn’t believe the look on Gerard’s face. The kiss had turned him on as much as it did Frank. His face was flushed, his hand still squeezing Frank’s thigh. Gerard relaxed the grip on his thigh but left his hand there, rubbing the skin through his jeans. The electricity that ran all over Frank, especially in his dick area, was undeniable. In their hasty kiss, Gerard’s glasses had fallen off and Frank drowned into two pools of aroused hazel-greenness.

He was unbelievably attracted to a dude. And that dude was just as attracted to him. No one had ever turned him on as much as Gerard just had.

“Why’d you kiss me?” Frank asked dumbly.

Gerard shrugged. “To prove a point, I guess.” He smiled mischievously. “Don’t deny that you liked it.”

Frank frowned. “I didn’t like it. It was weird.” And fucking amazing.

“That’s why you were moaning like a cat in heat. You’re a dirty little fag.” Gerard ran his hand up higher, brushing Frank’s balls in the process.

Frank closed his eyes against the wave of emotions that hit him full-force. He was a dirty little fag and he couldn’t even deny it. “So are you gay?” Frank asked him. His head was still reeling from the drugs he had consumed. The plane bumped around a little bit, but he barely registered it. His brain had turned to complete mush.

“I’m not. You just bring out the gayness in me, I guess.”

“That’s just the drugs talking. You’d bang a goat right now if you had the chance to.”

Gerard shook his head vehemently. “No. I want you Frank. No other man or woman or even goat.” He caught Frank’s eyes in his and Frank could see that Gerard wasn’t playing around. He gulped loudly. The intensity of his greenish eyes on him caused his dick to flutter in his jeans until he was rock hard, ready to fuck like no tomorrow.

But they were on an airplane, don’t forget. They couldn’t very well take all of their clothes off and engage in some very dirty, very naughty, very gay sex right in front of all those spectators, could they?

The fat old lady would have a fit.

It was as if Gerard could read his mind. “I know you want to fuck me too.”

“Fuck, no. Desecrate, defile, and molest you till you scream my motherfucking name, yes.” Frank admitted. He had never been so forward in his life. That marijuana was hitting hard. He’d have to ask Gerard who his dealer was.

Gerard snarled at him. “Well then, let’s do it.”

“What are you talking about? In front of all these people?” He was high, but he definitely wasn’t crazy.

“Of course not, idiot. It’s a little something called the Mile High Club.” Gerard said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“What’s that?”

Before Gerard could answer the pilot came on over the speaker. “We are seemingly going to have rather mild turbulence. Please buckle your seatbelts. It will be over in a few short moments.”

Frank felt his face fall, sober at once. His dick receded in his pants to an astonishingly small volume. He hadn’t notice that not even his seatbelt was buckled. He did so right away and his hands immediately gripped the handle bars of the seat, much like he had been sitting before the drugs, alcohol, and make-out session with another man nonsense had started.

“Oh shit Frank, don’t tell me you’re going to act like a pussy again.”

“Shut up Gerard.” He said through clenched teeth. Much like had been predicted, the plane bounced around in the sky, as if God was playing with a worthless handball… them.

“Calm down, little buddy. I’ll let you suck my dick.” Gerard said jokingly.

Frank narrowed his eyes at Gerard. “As if your dick will make things any better.”

“Hey, it might.”

The plane gave a sudden violent lurch forward, and Frank felt everything in his stomach do the same. “Oh God, I’m going to be sick.” Frank unbuckled his seatbelt, hurriedly climbing over Gerard. He was actually going to use the airplane restroom. His life had turned upside down today.

“Wait Frank! I’ll come help you.” Gerard got up also and looked around at his fellow passengers. “He’s got a bug.” He explained. “Must be from the chicken.”

Everyone who had been eating chicken spit their food out in disgust and Gerard laughed inside. People were so freaking gullible.

Frank ran inside the toilet and Gerard ran in after him, locking the door behind them.

Frank proceeded to puke everything and anything that had been in his stomach.

Gerard just stood there, looking rather amused.

“You’re such an asshole.” Frank said after he finished, wiping his mouth with his hand.

“But you so want this ass hole.” Gerard pinned Frank against he bathroom wall. “Ew. Puke breath. Wash your mouth out please.”

Frank did as Gerard said. “You don’t actually expect me to have sex with you in here, do you?”

“What did you think the Mile High Club was?”

“I don’t know. A gay airplane society?”

“You’re too cute for words Frank.” Gerard pushed Frank’s hair back from his face, gazing intently into his eyes.

Frank could feel an excited fear crowd into his lower regions. He had never had that type of sex before. It was something new and exciting and he could feel his blood boil as Gerard got closer.

“Now, where were we?”

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Gerard pushed Frank back again, this time with more force. His eyes searched Frank’s face and he could almost smell the fear and anticipation in his large, liquid orbs of honey.

It turned him on.

He teased Frank’s lips lightly with his tongue, flicking it over the soft suppleness of them. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the exploration of his beautiful mouth. Frank pressed his hands on Gerard’s chest, pulling at his t-shirt.

“Are you sure this is safe?” Frank asked him between kisses. The space was so tight in the tiny bathroom that both of them barely fit. He had no idea how they would manage to have sex.

“No, of course it’s not safe. That’s what makes it fun.” Gerard cut off Frank’s next words with his moist mouth, giving him the kiss Frank had been waiting for the whole plane ride.

Frank placed both hands to the side of him, gripping the walls to keep from falling. Gerard’s mouth on his blew him away. He leaned in closer, so close that he could smell Gerard’s unique scent. He felt like a dog looking for his mate, uncontrollable and feral. Animal-like. He returned Gerard’s kiss with just as much intensity, his back arching away from the wall until he could feel his hardness touch Gerard’s.

It made him go crazy.

His hands went into Gerard’s hair, pushing his mouth even more on his own. Gerard’s tongue never left his, twisting and turning, caressing his until he groaned for more.

“Gerard, you need to fuck me. I can’t wait.”

Gerard didn’t respond, but let go of Frank’s lips, leaned back and tore his t-shirt off in one movement. He stared at Frank’s chest, mesmerized by all of the color. He wanted to lick each tattoo one by one, outline them with his tongue until Frank trembled with pleasure.

But they had no time for that now. Frank placed his hands on his belt, needing to expose his desire to the man who had caused it.

Gerard stopped him. “Wait. Let me do it.” Gerard opened Frank’s belt with expertise, pulling his jeans down. His gaze traveled right to Frank’s erection, the length and width so perfect that he started salivating. His hand went to the top of Frank’s boxers.

“I don’t think so. It’s your turn.” Frank lifted Gerard’s shirt off. His fingers brushed Gerard’s nipples, and Gerard closed his eyes at the intense pleasure.

“Fucking tease.” Frank said.

“Fucking tease is right.” Gerard knew they didn’t have much time. They had to stop playing around. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to scream.” Gerard said against Frank’s lips. He bent down and licked Frank’s neck, the whole length of the scorpion on it. He grabbed Frank’s ass beneath his boxers, kneading it and taunting Frank with his fingers.

Frank’s head almost bounced of the wall as he threw it back, not caring for the time. He didn’t care about anything but Gerard’s chest on his, hot skin on even hotter skin, pale skin on slightly darker skin, milky white against colorful and artistic. He loved the contrast, he loved Gerard’s roughness and smell. He loved Gerard’s fingers on his ass as he squeezed it so hard that Frank lost his breath.

As Gerard kissed him roughly, Frank undid his belt, dropping Gerard’s pants on the floor. The only thing separating their hard cocks was two flimsy pieces of clothing. Frank was dying for Gerard to touch him there, to kiss him and lick him there. Their dicks pushed against each other and Frank lost his voice. All he could say was “Oh God” as he felt Gerard’s hard hotness press against his.

Gerard’s hands couldn’t stop running all along Frank’s amazing body. His finger teased the hair leading to Frank’s cock, until finally he cupped Frank’s dick with his hand, marveling at the size of it.

“Just fuck me.” Frank said, breathless.

Gerard couldn’t wait anymore either. He pulled his black boxers down, his erection bouncing up, hitting his stomach. He pulled Frank’s down also, bending down on one knee.

“Not before I do this.” Gerard said. He managed to get his whole mouth around Frank’s huge erection, and Frank gasped, doing his best not to scream. He bit his lower lip as Gerard bobbed his head, his tongue doing terrifyingly good things to Frank’s dick. Gerard licked up and down Frank’s shaft, licking the tip lavishly, then taking Frank’s whole length inside his mouth once again.

Frank pulled Gerard’s hair violently as he felt slight spasms travel all over his body. He couldn’t believe a guy was doing that to him. It felt so right. Gerard’s hands were suddenly on his ass again as he sucked him off, spreading his ass cheeks.

“Oh shit.” Frank whispered. He fucked Gerard’s mouth hard, about to explode any second. Gerard added his hand to the sexual equation, jerking him off with his mouth and hand at the same time, while his other hand found his tight hole.

Gerard inserted one finger tentatively. Frank froze up at the slight pain but he relaxed soon enough. Gerard did it harder and with more force, pushing two fingers in and out till Frank’s head reeled and his nails dug into Gerard’s naked shoulders.

He was so, so close to the brink. He didn’t, wouldn’t, couldn’t scream.

His eyes closed and his mouth opened and he screamed. “Oh fuck!” as he emptied himself into Gerard’s waiting mouth. Frank closed his mouth, knowing that the other passengers had heard him. He had never come with such intensity, grunting low in his throat as the ripples of ecstasy flowed all over him.

Gerard swallowed all of Frank’s liquids. “Yum.” He said as he stood up. Frank kissed Gerard, loving the taste of himself in Gerard’s mouth.

Gerard felt so hot, wild with uninhibited desire. It wasn’t his first time, he had lied to Frank. Gerard was gayer than a rainbow. But he loved virgins, especially straight ones, and Frank was as clean and pure as they came.

“Time to dirty you up.” Gerard kissed Frank back, breathing hard as their wet lips moved against each other, and each time they kissed was more intense than the last. Frank couldn’t help but lean down and lick Gerard, all the way from his belly button to his nipples, leaving a trail of hot wetness. Gerard shivered.

Gerard turned Frank around, not bearing to wait any more. He licked his entire hand, wetting it with his spit and placed it on his dick, gritting his teeth as his own hand hit his tip. He moved his hand fast up and down his dick until his pre-cum coated the tip.

And he pushed into Frank without warning.

Frank gave a thunderous yell as pain pulsated across his entire body. His hands gripped the wall in front of him, his nails almost breaking as they dug into the cool steel. He gritted his teeth and bucked against Gerard’s dick.

“Don’t stop.” Frank said. He took one of Gerard’s hands in his mouth, licking his fingers, tasting Gerard’s dick on it. He loved it. He sucked and sucked on Gerard’s fingers as Gerard pumped inside of him, his head almost hitting the wall.

“You like it Frankie?”

“I love it Gee.” And he did. He could barely breath, he was stretched to the limit and the tight space was uncomfortable, but Gerard’s dick was hitting him in the right spot, in that unknown spot, that little fucking spot that was getting fucked good and hard right in that little airplane restroom.

Frank moaned, grabbing his own dick in the process. He pumped his hand up and down and whispered things to himself. He could feel the veins on Gerard’s dick every time he plunged into Frank’s tightness. It felt so amazing that Frank held on even tighter.

Gerard’s eyes were closed in absolute bliss, Frank’s ass holding onto his shaft so snugly that his breath caught every now and then at the immense pleasure. He was fucking Frank fast, the sweat forming on his forehead. Gerard moved his hands on Frank’s hips as he pumped inside of him and he took a hold of Frank’s dick in his hand, squeezing it and jerking him off. It felt as good to Frank as his mouth had.

They both had their eyes closed, mouths open, bodies unsusceptible to time or environment. For them, it was just their two male, hot and sweaty bodies, their extreme sexual desires blending in the air with their hot breath. Both of them were burning from the inside out as they moved faster and faster together.

Gerard leaned down and whispered into Frank’s ear. “Welcome to the Mile High Club.”

Frank moaned so loudly, his voice unrecognizable, as he felt Gerard’s dick move and contract inside of him. He held onto Gerard’s hair and face, kissing him hard as Gerard came, his juices flowing inside of Frank like hot molten lava.

Just as Frank was about to do the same, the plane gave the hugest lurch that it had the entire ride. But Frank couldn’t stop himself and the pleasure overcame the fear as his whole body shook. He came for the second time into Gerard’s hand. Gerard continued thrusting himself in and out, still pumping his hand up and down during the aftershock.

“Let’s get out of here.” Gerard whispered in Frank’s ear.

Frank stood up, dazed for a few moments. He saw Gerard’s evident delight at himself.

“You’re not new at this.” Frank said as he pulled his boxers up, a little embarrassed even after everything they had shared.

“No, I’m not.” He kissed Frank, not holding back anything at all. Gerard wanted to fuck him again, to screw his brains out again. But he wanted Frank inside of him next time. He wanted to feel it, to push himself against Frank as they moaned each other’s names. The mere thought caused him to become hard again.

“You’re not new at the Mile High Club, or are you not new at this?” Frank asked, his eyes immediately directing to Gerard’s growing hardness. He blushed and bit his lip, wanting to suck him off just as Gerard had him.

“I’m not new to either, sugar. And now you’re not.”

“And you’re proud of yourself right?” Frank scoffed.

“Of course I am. You’re a sexy little thing, and I fucked you.” As if that wasn’t obvious by the (good) ache in Frank’s behind.

Someone knocked on the door. “Are you okay in there? We heard a commotion.”

A commotion wouldn’t even begin to describe what they had just done. “We’re fine. More than fine.” Gerard said, running his tongue over Frank’s lips again.

Frank’s heart skipped a beat as he watched Gerard get dressed.

Frank was certainly more than fine. Had never felt finer in his life. He was sore and still horny and even a little high, but oh shit, was he fine.

And a new, an avid member, of the Mile High Club.

Plane rides would never be the same…
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