Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2008 00:21:20 -0800 (PST) From: Jason Gilbert Subject: East European God, Chapter 2 Disclaimer: This story contains Homoeroticism. If you are offended by Homoeroticism, or are not of the legal age to read such material, or it is illegal to read such material where you reside, please leave now. Also this is a work of Fiction and any resemblance to real people and/or events in reality is entirely coincidental. East European God Chapter Two "Excuse me, this is 50B, correct?" The guy repeated "Oh, um, yes . . . yes that's 50B" I stammered, shaking myself back into total awareness. "Ok, good, I was afraid, by the look on your face that I had taken someone else's seat" he said with that hot accent. He relaxed back into the seat, then took out the safety card that was in front of him, and proceeded to read it. I turned away, a little reluctantly, and just thought of how much of a fool that guy must think I am. In ten more minutes there was a slight lurch backwards as the plane started to back away from the terminal. I reached up and turned the air-conditioner on full blast, sat down then buckled up. The cabin crew proceed with their rounds, closing overhead bin doors, making sure people were buckled in while the tv screens shown the safety procedures in English and German. I watched out the window looking at the other planes lining up for departure. The captain came on, and told us with a German accent that we would be 8th for departure. The roar of the other planes speeding up to takeoff was exhilarating, knowing that soon that would finally be us. "Have you flown before?" I heard a gentle slight Ukrainian accent say. I turned to my right, seeing the guy next to me looking at me for an answer. "Yes, I have actually im going home, but I've flown to other places too" "You live in New York City?" "No I live in Indianapolis, well a suburb of Indianapolis actually" I said "What about you? Where are you from?" "Well, originally I was born in Kiev, but when I was six, my family moved out of the Ukraine, and we settled in Boston." To myself I thought that had explained why his accent wasn't very thick. "How old are you now?" It was a stupid question and I didn't even know why I asked it. "Twenty" he replied. Funny, he didn't look a day over seventeen. "And what about you? What brings you to Germany?" "Oh, my Uncle" I said "It's a long story, but suffice to say, he kinda put his foot down and made me go. Study German history and such. Why are you in Germany?" "Oh I'm not, well, Frankfurt was just a layover for me, I was visiting my grandparents in Kiev" "Oh" was all I could come back with. He proceeded to buckle himself up and I turned away looking outside at the planes rushing down the runway and lifting off the ground. Our plane was finally there, at the end of the runway. The loud roar of the four jet engines deafened the cabin. We sped up, and I was lurched back against my seat. I watched the terminal speed by my window, the lights bright as if the airport itself where a city in its own right, which I suspected it was in a way. Finally, about a mile down the runway, we started to lift from the ground, I gave a big smile, this feeling is perhaps the best feeling in the world to me. I was in bliss just watching the city of Frankfurt am Main fly by and bellow. My enjoyment did not go noticed to my neighbor. I pulled myself from the window, and there he was, smiling himself, looking at me and the view. He said through his gentle and warm smile "I take it that you enjoy flying" I smiled more broadly "Yes, in fact I do. I love the whole experience, airports, seeing the planes, people come and go, racing to get to their connecting flights, and flying. I love the feel of taking-off, turning in mid air, and landing, it's the best part of the vacation to me . . . if that even makes sense." He chuckled a bit "Yes, it does make sense." For a second his eyes met mine dead on, my god they were beautiful, hell, they were god damn bedroom eyes! But it seemed that his eyes were more than just looking, they seemed to be examining, maybe checking me out? I shrugged the thought out of my mind and went to look at the safety card in the pouch on the seat in front of me. About an hour later the stewardesses were rolling carts down the isles of the 747, handing out to the passengers their dinner. Alexei (Alexei Kushnir is what I learned his name was when we exchanged names) and I had engaged ourselves in idle chatter mostly, just basically introducing ourselves. I had told him the whole story as to why I was even in Germany, about my uncle forcing it upon me. And I had learned he was going to New York to meet up with his father where they would stay for a few days, though he would arrive a day before his father. The stewardess finally came by with our meals, which were actually quite good. We finished within 15 minutes, well before the stewardesses came back to take the trays and garbage away. "I am having trouble figuring something out" Alexei said quite abruptly when the stewardess had come and gone form taking the trays away. "And what is that" I asked confused He answered in an undertone so that no one else could hear "Ever since I sat down here, I can't help but notice, that u sneak glances at me." My face began to get hot, and a pit grew in my stomach. He turned his head to me and looked me dead on with his ocean blue eyes, which made me even more nervous. "So tell me, am I correct in assuming that you are gay?" My face must have been redder than a pomegranate and my face hotter than the Egyptian sands. I flustered, I don't know why, I guess being caught in the act, finally I got my chance to sit next to a cute guy on a plane, and now I feared that it would be left from here on out in him angered at me or something. All I could reply was "I, um, well . . . " He cut me off, and to my surprise, smiled "It's ok if you are, I am" he admitted. My face began to cool somewhat, and I was a bit happy knowing that. "Really?" "Yes" he smiled more broadly. Damn that smile, it could win Osama Bin Laden's heart, that is if he had one. "Oh well, um" I began to smile myself "that's cool. I uh, have to admit, that I fine you, quite attractive". And there came back that hot, pomegranate-red feeling in my cheeks again. I looked away from him, embarrassed and feeling foolish. "Hey don't do that" he said swinging me around gently. He got closer to my face, then whispered into my ear "Incase you haven't noticed Chris, I've been eyeing you as well. You are one hot fucker if I do say so myself" "Yea?" "Oh yea!" Alexei looked at me this time with, mischievousness written all over his face. It made my heart skip a beat. He bit his lower lip as he looked me up and down, groaned slightly, then asked "what do you say you and I head to the lavatory and make some . . . " his hand was now groping my leg, squeezing it, and my breath shallowed as he finished his sentence "turbulence" His grin was wide, and his eyes half pled, half commanded me. I swallowed heard, my heart was beating hard and fast and I even began to sweat. A huge part of me wanted to go to the lavatory, to let this hunk have his way with me, fuck me so hard, something that I hadn't had in months. But another part of me, the part that I had mad a promise to, forbade me, and it was the part that I had to keep in control of me. "Well?" he asked still smiling. "I can't, I'm sorry" I said and very reluctantly and gently, pushed his strong, and smooth hand away from my leg. His smirk left, in place was a confused scrunched look upon his face. "I don't understand" he said, it was gentle, which made it harder even still to push away his offer, he seemed like the passionate type, something I wanted. "Look, I promised myself something" I explained. "And what is that?" "That I would not have sex with someone without being in an actual relationship first. I'm sorry it's just . . . " he cut me off. "Hey, you don't have to be sorry for anything, least of all something like sex!" "It's just, I've had anonymous sex before, and I just don't care for it. Not to mention, I've been hurt before by someone who played me for a while, fucked me and promised me love, but never came through with it. So you see I need a relationship before I give my ass up. I hope you can understand that, many gay guys that I've talked to don't, they even ridicule me because of it." "Well, don't listen to them! I think that's quite admirable of you to only let selective people have sex with you. Actually to be honest, that's what I usually do, but I saw you, and here is where I must apologize, I saw you, and figured that's what you wanted, I guess I figure I want you quite a bit." He explained, I took in his words, and he seemed sincere. We left it at that. We chatted for a while, and he even teased me once in a while, with sexy looks or the occasional grope. But the long day got to me, and apparently him too, and we broke out the pillows and the blankets generously provided by Lufthansa. We both slipped off into dreamland, but my land though was more like Alexeiland. My dreams were consumed by him, his strong built body, beautiful eyes, sexy smile, and piercing blue bedroom eyes. But it was a good sleep, and I was content with it. Well guys what do you think so far? I apologize for the time between chapters one and two. There is more on the way, be sure of that! This is also my first story, that I have submitted anyway. If you have any comments, feel free to contact me at jaywriter88@yahoo.com.