Date: Mon, 9 Jun 2003 17:45:30 +0100 (BST) From: Trailer Trash I Aint Subject: Mile High Club Chapter 2 Disclaimer: - I do not know Andre Agassi or any other therefore mentioned celebrities in anyway so anyone who thinks this story is true then you need to have your head examined. If it is illegal where you come from to read male on male erotic stories or are under 18 DO NOT read on. Like that's would stop you all anyway. Anyone who does read this and names of family/friends appear, its just coincidence, as all the characters in this story are just made up. Apologies (In Advance): - (I) I had until recently never heard of Andre Agassi, cos I ain't into tennis, so even though this isn't meant to suggest anything about his real life anyway I want to warn that some stuff may not be accurate. I.e. places of tournaments (II) To all readers who were expecting me to carry on with the story as just being Matt and Justin don't worry, it will carry on with them, its just one reader wanted me to do a chapter with Andre Agassi in it so this is just a way for me to please the minority with a different view. Authors Note: - To all who read the first chapter and thought that some of the things I had Justin saying were a bit `British' which is a fair point, I am British so it's a force of habit to write dialog for a person the way I talk. Mile High Club Chapter 2 The week after his eventful meeting with Justin, Matt had been at Heathrow airport waiting to fly out to Tokyo when he had spotted a newspaper with Justin on the front. The story, which was printed with the picture, was about the hickey, which was on his neck, and the press speculating whom the lucky female was that had been able to give him it. Some of the names that appeared in the story were that of females he had been linked to since breaking with Britney, like Janet Jackson and Alyssa Milano also Britney herself was in the list of possibilities but Matt knew who had given it to him and even bought the paper as a memento to what he had been able to do. A month after and Matt had not got one message on his mobile from Justin and as he wasn't able to take his mobile to work with him (Company policy), the only thing that kept him going was the hope that when he arrived back to his flat in south London he would find a message from Justin. Another month past and Matt had given up all hope of ever hearing from Justin again, he even stopped heading straight for his mobile when he got in from a flight. He had decided that as Justin wasn't interested in continuing their friendship in a wish of it becoming something more then he would just have to move on and forget...or at least he'd try to. Matt did have something good to look forward to though, after his next flight he would have two weeks off, something he had planed for a while, not that he was doing anything special jus that it meant he had time to himself. Matt had been scheduled on the concord flight from Heathrow to New York which was set to take off at ten am Greenwich Mean Time so he was in the flight terminal for eight am to go through all the necessary checks that needed to be made. When boarding began Matt was surprised by the amount of muscle that entered into the first class cabin. He went to his supervisor Annett, who most of the attendants didn't like as she was a bit of a homophobic, and asked why all the security was on the flight. "Its cos there's two tennis players coming onto the flight, their in a tournament in New York this week" "Oh really, who are they?" "Even though its none of your business, Anna Kournikova is one of them, the others a guy called Andre something or other" "Oh well, I've heard of her from the Enrique video but never heard of tennis player called Andre, probably cos I hate tennis but what you gonna do..." "Well if you don't like tennis then at least you might come to like the players," A new voice, which was unrecognisable to Matt, said from behind him. As he turned to face the person he came face to face with a shaven headed well-tanned man. "Hi, I'm Andre Agassi" the man smiled as he offered his hand "Matt Williamson, dumb ass who needs to talk less" Matt stated as he shuck the mans hand, turning read from embarrassment "Don't worry about it, Tennis isn't everyone's sport. So where's my seat" he said handing his boarding pass and ticket to Matt "Right Here" Matt said leading him to his seat at the back of the cabin The plane hit the runway at ten minutes past ten, a little later than scheduled due to the lateness of one passenger. About 15 to 20 minutes into the flight Matt did the first of four rounds with the refreshments trolley. When he passed by Andres seat he noticed that he was staring right at him, like he was checking him out. "Would you like a refreshment, hot towel or snacks?" "No, thanks, what I'd like I'm pretty sure the airline wouldn't look too kindly on you selling me it" he stated, with a sly smile across his face. Matt thought that he must have been talking about him; just Matt couldn't believe the only two male Celebes he had ever met were gay or at least swung for both teams. "Well maybe I'd be willing to give it instead of selling it" he stated as he carried on down the aisle. The next time he went around with the trolley was just after they had been given their mid flight meal. Matt had asked Andre again if he would like anything, he asked for some peanuts and a vodka and coke. He hadn't liked the airline food too much. As Matt left he felt a strong hand squeeze his right but cheek. A smile immediately formed across his face as he turned to face the sports man, "I know you must get paid a lot of money but maybe you might wanna consider if you can actually afford what to touch" Matt slyly whispered to him, which got a little laugh from the man. As Matt preceded to the crew's part of the cabin his supervisor Annett and another flight attendant, Jake, who had a jealous look on his face were stood waiting for him. Matt didn't understand why they weren't attending to the five or more lights that were flashing. After he stood for a few minutes giving the both of them a confused look they began to talk, "I do wish you wouldn't make your flirting with passengers so obvious to us all" Annett spook up first "I'm not flirting with him, but I think he's definitely after some part of me:" Matt said peering through the curtain at the man "Well I don't care. If I see you interacting with him in any way that isn't professional I will make sure you don't work on this airline again. I will not tolerate this sort of behaviour from my crew" she said, and stepped out from the curtained area into the cabin to see to the passengers who were waiting for assistance. That was when Jake started "You twat, you know I've had the biggest crush on that guy ever since I saw him play his first match at Wimbledon" "Oh that's the guy, you like...wait if you like him, then why don't you go and talk to him or take the trolley round next time" "You really aren't interested in him" "Well the one time I've seen him stood up, he was wearing a loose fitting jacket and since being on the plane he's been sat down, so his figure doesn't look all that good and you know how superficial I am, I won't sleep with anyone that looks like they weighs more than me" "Oh ok then if that's the case can I take it next time then?" Jake said immediately getting happier when he realised I was only teasing the guy; I wouldn't really do anything with him. "Sure, then maybe you can turn your charms on him and take his attention away from me". Jake took the trolley round when I was due to take it, but came back with a sombre look on his face. "What's wrong with you, I thought you'd be happy, now you've had a chance to speak to the guy you have a crush on?" "So did I but he isn't interested in me, but he did keep asking about you" "Ain't that sweet? But I don't sleep with fat guys; you should have told him that" Matt stated as he turned around and reached for the top cupboard to put away the coffee granules. "He isn't fat; he's just not completely firm" "Yeah whatever" Matt said as he walked off towards the cog pit to take the pilots their coffee. When it came to doing the last round with the refreshments trolley Matt went back to taking it round again but when he got to Andres seat he wasn't there, not that it really made any difference to him. Matt had just put the trolley back after completing the rounds when a tall brown haired female passenger approached him. "Excuse me, there's someone in the bathroom and they've been in there for ages. I`ve knocked a few times asking them to please hurry up, but I don`t think they understand that when a girl needs to go she needs to go" "I'll see what I can do for you madam" was Matt's reply. When he reached the bathroom he listened through the door to see if anyone was actually inside. Through the door he could hear muffled noises and the slight sound of a familiar voice. It was when Matt heard a clear statement being said that he realised who it was. "Oh yeah Matt suck it" the voice was that of Andre, the tennis player, jacking off with Matt on his brain. Matt started laughing to himself at the thought of this guy in the cubical tossing off to a mental picture of him in his head. He regained a straight face and knocked on the door. "Excuse me sir, but another passenger would like to use the bathroom" Matt stated politely, but then started listening to what was going on inside. "Oh shit, Matt..."he heard in a whisper"...err...I'll be out in two seconds" was said loader as it was meant to be heard. Matt was surprised by the figure that stood before him when Andre stepped out of the cubical. It turned out that Jake was telling the truth about this guy, he wasn't fat. Through the tightly fitting t-top he was wearing there was a set of well-defined pecks and although no well-defined six-pack to go with, the stomach was nothing to be shy about. Matt was really astonished to realise how bad a persons body can look when their sat down or wearing a loose fitting coat. Matt had not realised he was staring at the guy, repeatedly tracing his body from head to toe, until the woman who was waiting for the bathroom walked in-between them to get in. "Something wrong?" Andre asked "Nope, it's just I'm finally getting to see how much of a gorgeous body you have" "Really, well do you wanna wait for this lady to be done so we can have a quick go at it in the cubical? Being in the mile high club is pretty cool, not that I need to tell you, you work on planes, so you must have joined it by now" "Yeah I have but we can't" "Why not?" "My mate Jake, the one that brought the cart around last time..." "Oh yeah the dork that seemed to drool all over me" "...Yeah, him, well he kind of has a crush on you and would kill me if he knew I'd done it with ya" "Oh I understand you don't wanna hurt your friend, and if sleeping with me is gonna do that then we just won't do it" "I never said I didn't what to do it, just we can`t do it on the plane" Matt stated giving Andre a lustful look "What does that mean?" "Well I have to share a room with Jake tonight and I'll be flying out of JFK tomorrow morning, back to England, so if you can get somewhere close to the airport, I'm sure I could stop by at about ten" "Isn't this my lucky day, I was just complaining to my assistant for getting me a room near to the airport, cos of all the noise stops me from sleeping. I told her to find me somewhere else but if it means I can have sex with you then I'll tell her not to bother until tomorrow with trying to find me somewhere else" "Great, what hotel are you staying at?" "The Grand Angarda just outside of the airport terminal" "Get out that's where we're staying, at least it will make it easier to find you. What room mare you in" "I'm in 754 on the eighth floor" "Great, we're on the ninth so it's perfect, I'll come around at about ten then" "It's a date," Andre said. "I'm just glad that you didn't complete what you were doing in there" "You heard me" "Yeah, you see these doors aren't very thick" Andre was trying to hide his embarrassment. He then turned and proceeded to walk away when the woman Matt had been talking to when they first met walked past, with a not so happy look o her face, heading in the direction of Matt. Andre stopped and turned to face the woman who stopped next to Matt. Andre, although quite far down the cabin could hear what she was saying. "I told you if I saw you with that man, not acting professionally I would have you fired" "Yeah but..." "No buts, once your back in London either you resign or I'll have you fired for, inappropriate behaviour towards a passenger" Andre couldn't believe what he was hearing, he knew he couldn't just stand there and let Matt get his marching orders cos of something he had done. "Excuse me miss..." Andre said, tapping Annett on the shoulder, causing her to turn and face him "... this man was just telling me that I need to respect the fact that there is only four cubicles to go between all of the passengers" Not believing Andre she stated cockily "And why would he have to do that?" she then turned to give me an icy look, and then turned back to Andre for his answer "I was in there for about thirty minutes and another passenger was waiting for the toilet", just as he finished, the woman who had wanted to use the facilities stepped out; she had heard everything through the door. "He is telling the truth you know he did only talk to this guy cos I asked him to" the woman said in an aggravated sort of tone. With that Annett walked away, knowing that she had been defeated. "I did hear everything through the door, and I do mean everything, including your meeting" "So why didn't you tell her then and get him fired" Andre asked "Cos that woman's an obvious in charge and I can't stand people who go on power trips" she said "Oh and by the way, I hope you two have a nice night tonight" she said with a smile as she proceeded back to her seat. "Oh well at least one person is happy that I'm gonna get laid tonight" Andre stated, whilst watching the woman return to her seat "And what makes you think your gonna get laid like?" "Well you wouldn't expect someone to go to another person's hotel room at ten o'clock at night to talk now would you," he said as he turned and returned to the first class area. The pilot's voice came over the speakerphone a few moments later, "This is your Captain speaking, we will be landing at JFK airport in five minutes, and the temperature is a mild twenty degrees centigrade with clear blue skies, if you would like to fasten your seat belts in preparation for our decent" With that Matt proceeded around all the passengers, assisting the ones who were having trouble with there seat belts and the ones who were having fun with getting kids to sit still long enough for them to fasten their seat belts. Once that was done Matt returned to his seat at the head of the cabin and fastened him own seat belt. When leaving the plane, Andre gave Matt a smile that made him go weak at the knees. He was followed by a brown haired woman with a brief case who looked Matt up and down, at first he thought she was checking him out so he paid no attention to her, until she tapped him on the shoulder and asked him a question. "Are you Matt Williamson?" "Yeah I am" "He said you were good looking. We're guessing that we'll get to the hotel before you. We'll leave a card key for the room at reception for you cos Andre has to go to the stadium and even at ten o'clock we're not sure if we'll be back" "Ok so what, you just think I should let myself in" "Yeah, why not? You can make yourself comfortable" "Does he do this a lot then?" "No, he usually has a permanent boyfriend with a cover girl but, this time, he's letting his dick do the thinking, so to speak" after she said that she exited the plane with the rest of the passengers. That night when the clock struck ten, Matt left his hotel room dressed in a pair of black combat trousers and a white sleeveless top to go with. He entered the elevator. He pressed the button for the eighth floor. As the doors were closing Matt heard someone shouting his name. He turned around to find Jake running down the curie door towards the lift, wearing a pair of red leather pants and a black t-top. He was defiantly on the pull. "Matt hold that lift!!" he shouted again. Matt hit the `Doors Open' button to hold the elevator. "Thanks..." he stated as he stepped onto the elevator "...oh, you're not going to the ground floor?" he asked with an inquisitive look on his face "No I err..." I was lost for words, I couldn't think, I knew I had to say something and quickly. Then it came to me "...met some guy down stairs earlier and he invited me up to his room for err, well you know?" I said raising my eyebrows for effect "Yeah I do, I just hope that I can get lucky tonight as well" "Looking like that, I'm pretty sure you will" "Well I suppose you could blew this other guy off and save me the trouble with having to find myself someone for myself" he stated giving Matt a mischievous grin. "You Know I'd love to but, I could fuck you anytime..." Matt said seductively moving over to Jake, groping him and placing his head on his neck were he proceeded to suck at it. Then he stopped and backed away "...but this guy is a one time thing, so maybe next time" "You are such a cock tease do you know that?" "Yeah, it's so much fun though" Matt stated as the elevator reached the eighth floor. "I'll see you tomorrow morning...hopefully" "Yeah later" The doors shut to the elevator and Matt turned and walked towards room 754 where the piece of sports man meat was hopefully waiting for him. When he got there he knocked at the door and know one answered. After waiting for a few minutes longer he knocked again, but the same thing happened. He then decided to pull out the key card that he had picked up from reception when checking in and slotted it into the machine. The red light instantly went green to indicate the lock was now open. Matt was surprised at how different the room was compared to his and Jakes on the floor just above the one he was on now. This room was decorated in white and beige and was fairly spacious. There were three, three seater sofas, which were positioned in a sunken part of the room in a rectangular shape, there was afire place on the wall at the end with a coffee table in the middle. The plasma screen TV was placed on the wall above the fire places, with all the extras off to the side of the room. There was a large dinning table near the window, which had a laptop computer set up on it. Next to the laptop was the same briefcase he had seen the woman who he assumed was Andre's assistant had been carrying on the plane. Behind the table was a set of screen doors that lead out onto a very spacious balcony. There was also the hotel room must, the mini bar. There was a door on the left hand side of the room which matt had a peak through, he found that it lead into another room very much the same as this one, obviously an adjoining room. On the right hand side there were two doors so Matt also looked through both of these as well, the first was a very large bathroom on the left was door which lead into the room behind the last door in the main room. He then entered that room, which was painted a pail blue and contained a large king sized bed. Matt exited the room and sat on one of the sofas. As he sat he contemplated what he was doing, wondering if it was the right thing to do. He was sat for about twenty minutes staring into space, contemplating what he should do that he didn't hear nor see Andre come in the door. It was when Andre placed his hands over his eyes that he was shuck from his thoughts and back into reality. Matt immediately got up and faced Andre. He was surprised to see him wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of adidas shorts. Both the t-shirt and shorts were soaked with sweat, which caused the fabrics to stick to Andre's body, showing off more of his form. "Hi, glad you decided to come" "Yeah so am I but I almost didn't, Jake was in the lift with me on the way down asking a few questions" "Was it awkward?" "Not really, just weird" "Oh Ok" "Now I got a question for you" "Really?" "Were have you been at this hour that can cause you to get all sweaty?" "I was using the hotels indoor tennis court to practise for the tournament that I have in a few days" "Oh" "Yeah, I'm just gonna have a shower then we can get started" "Why not start in the shower?" "Cos I'd rather start in the bedroom" "Fare enough" It was about another ten minutes when Andre appeared from the bathroom dressed only in a towel and still dripping from the shower. "Wow" was all Matt could get out of his mouth. It was the only word his vocabulary would register to describe the sight in front of him. "I take it you like what you see then?" "Hell yeah" With a grin on his face, Andre walked across the room in a seductive way, moving closer to Matt. Once there he positioned his body into an intimate to Matt as he could. His chest was right up against Matt; he could feel the dampness of the water soaking through his sleeveless top onto his body. That was when Andre leaned his head to the side of Matt and said softly, "I'd love to see what you look like wearing only a towel" "Well I can't stay the night so you won't get to see me in a towel, but you'll defiantly get to see me in something better than that" "Oh yeah, what's that then" "My birthday suit of course" Andre let out a laugh as he pulled and looked at Matt in the eyes, he couldn't resist any longer. He leaned forward and passionately kissed Matt on the lips, pushing his tongue into Matt's awaiting mouth. Andre felt like he was in heaven but for Matt the kiss was empty, he realised he had lead himself to believe he was over Justin but he wasn't. When they broke from the kiss Andre noticed that Matt had not enjoyed the kiss as much as he had. "What's wrong?" "Nothing really" "So how come you didn't enjoy that as much as me then" "I did" "No you didn't. Come on be honest with me" "Ok, so I didn't" "Why not? Was I know good, cos I can change my technique if that's the problem" "Its not you it's me" "Now that just sounds like some corny let down line from one of those chick flick movies" "Ha" Matt let out a laugh at his comment "Your right, but its true" "Wanna tell me about it" Andre said as he moved over to the bar, where he pulled out two glasses and a bottle of champagne. "Yeah, but I think you should get summit else for us to drink, the hotel will charge you about hundred dollars for that" "Not really, you see I watched an episode of Friends before where Ross opened a drink and the girl he was with, I forget her name told him to keep the cork, top up the bottle with water and put it back after wards, anyway lets get back to why your not enjoying yourself" Andre said as he finished poring the drinks and sat opposite Matt on one of the sofas, passing him his drink across the coffee table. "The long or short version" "The short, the sooner we get this sorted out the sooner we get to fuck" "Ok the short end is I had sex with a guy, about three months ago now. He was gorgeous. I hoped after we had been together he would want to have a relationship but he hasn't been in contact since" "Well does this person have a name?" "Yeah but I can't tell you it" "Why not? If you tell me I can find him and have a go at him for being stupid enough to let you get away" Andre asked, and inquired as he drank the last of his champagne. "Thanks for the compliment but I can't give you his name for the same reason I won't be able to give anyone else your name if they ask where I was tonight" "He is famous then?" "Yeah" "Then there's the reason he hasn't called then..." Andre stated this made Matt confused, he didn't see how the fact the guy was famous would be the reason he hadn't been in contact. Matt looked at Andre with a puzzled look on his face. Andre then continued to explain how it played a factor "...most young famous guys, gay or straight look for anyone to get a quick fuck, and I'm sad to say but this sounds like one of those times. Even though you fell for him, he probably through your details away as soon as he left the terminal" Matt got what he was saying but then remembered that Justin had given him his mobile number "But he gave me his number and e-mail" "Have you phoned the number or e-mailed him?" "No, the numbers a mobile for here in the States so I could never phone it from the UK and I've never tried to e-mail him either" "So do it now, phone it from the hotel phone?" "Nice try, you just wanna know who it is" "If you're bothered about that, I'll go wait in the bedroom while you phone. The laptops over there as well so if the phone doesn't work try the e-mail address" "Thanks Andre" Matt said getting up and giving him a peck on the cheeks. He proceeded to the phone and dialled the number. The receiver gives off the ringing tone twice before it picked up. `I'm sorry but the number you have called has not been recognised, please hang up and try again', Matt hung up the phone and immediately tried to send an e-mail. He wrote a quick message and sent it to the address, which had been given to him by Justin, justinisking@somethingorother.com. He waited a few minutes to see if anything came back. When his inbox flashed saying he had received a reply he opened it, not believing his look that Justin was online at that moment. When the computer opened it though he was disappointed to see that it was an automatic reply, sent from hotmail telling him that the e-mail address didn't exist. "Andre..." Matt said turning of the computer and getting up of the chair "...both of them don't exist." Andre exited the bedroom where he had gone to wait for Matt to finish up "I guess you were right" "I'm sorry, its just I see loads of celebrities do it all the time" "You don't need to be sorry..." Matt stated as he moved closer to Andre "...its just proved that he never wanted anything more from me than a shag, so now I have complete closure and can carry on with you without feeling guilty" Matt stated downing the glass of champagne in one go. Placing the glass on the table, Matt took Andre into a passionate kiss that lasted for about five minutes. They only stopped when Andre lifter Matt's shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. They immediately went back into kissing once the shirt was discarded. Matt then felt Andre's hands on his back moving down towards the rim of his combats. Andre then hooked his thumbs under the waistband of the trousers and brought his hands to the front and unbuttoned them. They dropped to the floor as soon as the zip was opened. Andre broke the kiss and looked at Matt with lust in his eyes, he then looked down were he could see Matt's 10.5 inches standing at full attention. "You're the perfect man for me," Andre stated, not even lifting his head up to look at Matt. "Why's that then?" "You're big, I like being fucked by a big piece of man meat and you go commando" "Only when I know I'm gonna get some action" Matt said putting his had on Andre's neck and pulling him back into him for more of his moist loving lips. It was then his turn to let out Andre's package. The whole 8.5 inches immediately fell forward and pocked Matt's chest. "I'm gonna fuck you good and hard boy" Andre breathed out and with it span Matt around, throwing him into the wall. Andre approached him from behind, spreading Matt's legs apart with his feet. That was when Matt realised that they didn't have any lube. "What are we gonna use for lubrication then?" "Nothing" "NOTHING?" "Well maybe my saliva but that's about it. I said I was gonna fuck you good and hard" With that said Andre got on his knees and put his head firmly between Matt's butt cheeks. Matt was in heaven at the feel of Andre's tongue probing his awaiting ass hole. Matt's own dick was getting even harder causing the foreskin to tighten and Matt's dick to ache. It was at the moment Matt thought his hard on was gonna rip his skin in two that Andre stopped rimming his butt and Matt felt the distinguishing touch of a cock against his awaiting hole. "Is this what you want you little whore?" "Huh?" Matt breather out with a confused look on his face "My long smooth prick, do you want it?" "God Yeah" Matt said getting that Andre was one of these guys that liked to use dirty talk whilst having sex. Matt had never understood why people liked to talk dirty during sex, he guest it was just one of those things. These thoughts were out of Matt's head just as quick as they had entered, as Andre pushed his 8.5" in to him without warning "FUUCCCCCCKKKKKK! That hurts" "Yeah, you got that, and before we're done it's gonna hurt even more. I'll be able walk to walk tomorrow" Andre then started pulling his cock out slowly and then hammering it back in at a quick pace. Each time that he did this Matt would be pushed in to the wall. Even though Matt had never been fucked like this before he was finding it very arousing. After a few minutes of this, Andre pulled out. "Hhhhhhhhhhh, put it back" was all Matt could whine. Andre leaned forward and spoke to him "What's the matter whore; you want my meat back in your ass?" "Yeah" "Yeah, what?" "Yeah please" "That's better..." but then Andre grabbed his thighs and turned him around kissed him passionately on the lips, then throw him on to one of the sofas "...but your not getting it back in there. The first time I cum I want it in the hole on your face you little slut and I`m gonna enjoy watching you swallow it..." he then stood in front of a shocked Matt "...now suck boy!" Matt didn't need telling twice. He positioned himself into the best position to get at his member. He took it into his mouth easily and began to deep throat him. Matt initially felt a bit weird about doing it, as he could taste his own ass on the dick that was in his mouth, which wasn't very nice taste, but Matt found it a bit strange that it was actually turning him on. "Oh yeah you little ass bandit suck that cock. Yeah your good at this boy, I'm gonna cum in your slut mouth" with that said Andre let lose stream after stream of cum into Matt's mouth. Matt eagerly swallowed all of it to the last drop. "Now you little howe get in the bedroom, it's time I get some pleasure, until Jr is ready to go again" Andre stated grabbing Matt by the hand and leading him into the bedroom. The rest of the night was long. The two men went five rounds of blow jobs, ass pounding, rimming and nearly every living sexual position known to the gay world were used that night. Finally at four o'clock they gave in and collapsed on the bed. "Well it didn't start in the bedroom like you wanted it to but I defiantly think its safe to say it finished in the bedroom" Matt breathed out "You know I've never met a guy that could go for as long as I can" "I take it that's a compliment, the first since we started fucking, ever since then all I've heard is slut, whore, ass bandit and batty boy among other things that I don't think I should say" "Sorry about that, my mouth runs away from me when I'm having sex" "Yeah I noticed...I better get going, I have to be up in two hours for my next flight" "No stay a bit longer" Andre said pulling a puppy dog look that made matt go weak, "Ok" Matt said giving in. It wasn't long before Matt unconsciously fell asleep in Andre's arms. Matt awoke at six fifteen and was a little disorientated. His first instinct was to panic that he had slept in but when he got up he panicked for another reason...where was he. Once his tired state changed into that of someone who was living he remembered the events of the night before and realised he hadn't gone back to his room. He looked over at a sleeping Andre and decided not to wake him, as he looked so peaceful. He quietly got out of bed and went into the living area of the suit to retrieve his cloths. When he was dressed and ready to leave he headed for the door but then felt a little guilty about leaving with out saying goodbye. He walked over to the computer, retrieved a piece of paper and pen and wrote a note for Andre... `Dear Andre, I woke late and had to leave in a hurry. I didn't wake you cos you looked so angelic sleeping. I really enjoyed last night, even through all the names you used to refer to me lol. I remember what you said about celebrities only in to picking up people like me for sex so I'm not leaving my number but maybe I'll see you on another flight sometime. Later, Matt Williamson' With that done he left the hotel room and headed for the elevator. When it arrived at the floor he rood up to the next floor. He entered his and Jakes suit to find all of the stewards and stewardesses from his flight there. They were all stood near the coffee table looking over Jakes shoulder. None of them had heard him come in or close the door. "What's going on?" Matt asked to know one in particular "Where the hell have you been? I went to get you up this morning to let you know you could use the shower and you weren't there." "You knew I was out last night" "But I expected you to have come back" "Well you didn't need to get everyone up and in here" "Why the hell not? We were gonna go look for you, before we had to be at the airport" "You knew I was only on the floor below this, all you had to do was go to reception and ask them to ring the rooms on that floor to see if I was in any of the rooms" "Oh yeah never thought of that" "Now if you'll all excuse me, I have to take a shower before the flight" The rest of the morning was pretty uneventful. They got ready and left for the airport on time. The plane was delayed by half an hour after the terminal told another flight they could use the time slot allocated to them, so they had to wait for an opening. The plane landed an hour late thanks to the delay but Matt didn't really mind, he wasn't in a rush. Matt left the terminal as soon as he got off the plane. The traffic was worse than usual on the way home, Matt's taxi got stuck quite a few times in backed up roads. When Matt finally got home, he did the things he normally did, booted up his computer, wrote a list of what he needed to get from the store and switched his phone on. Within minutes the phone sounded alerting him that a new message had been received, which was quite unusual, all his friends and family knew he was in the States that night and when he was on flight they phoned his home number. He picked up the phone and saw a number that he didn't recognise as being the number that the message was sent from. He phoned his voice mail to listen to the message... "Hey Matt its Justin, Justin Timberlake, we met on the plane a few months ago. Sorry I haven't got in touch sooner but I have been really busy. I also wanted to let you know that if you've been trying to contact me on my cell number I kinda broke the phone and had to get a new one, not that I think you've been trying to contact me, I mean I've had no e-mails from you either. Anyway I'm in London this week so if you wanna meet up I'll be at the Hard rock cafe in the West end on Monday at around twelve if you can make it. I'd really like to see you again... anyway I gotta go ill talk to you soon I hope, bye" Matt felt really bad about sleeping with Andre after he heard that message; he even played it another dozen times just to make sure it actually existed. The only thing Matt had to decide was, did he go on Monday, or not. To Be Continued... That's it for chapter 2, did you all like? If you did feel free to e-mail me, if not, e-mail me anyway to let me know. Not much Justin in this one I know but from now on it's gonna be Justin and Matt no more other little fucks in the middle. Also question how was my attempt at writing all the dirty talk? I've never been one for that so I thought it would be something different to put in. anyway it might be a while before I post the next chapter, I'm a slow writer and I have exams this week and next so... Oh by the way I have started writing another one now it's not posted yet cos I ain't finished it but its gonna involve lance and someone else. I had an idea to integrate the stories together for parts of them what you think? Sound good. I also have the same idea to do it with another story involving JC although having three stories on the go and having them all based around the same events is a bit complicated, if anyone would like to write the JC story to put it together with this and the Lance story, e-mail me and I'll send you the basic idea I have for it and you can see if you could develop a story from that or maybe develop one of your own from it, obviously I can only give the story to one willing writer so it'll be given to the first person to ask for it.