Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2008 03:50:37 -0800 (PST) From: Jason Gilbert Subject: East European God, Chapter 4 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 Four "Excuse me" I heard for the like third time a woman say with a thick German accent. "Mmmhumm" I groaned in protest my eyes opened up, and I say the woman was one of the stewardesses. I and Alexei both were waking up at pretty much the same time. "I'm sorry to disturb you, you both looked rather comfortable, but the captain has put the fasten seat belts sign on. We are heading into some rough turbulence, and I must ask you both to put your seats in an upright position" She said in a nice and professional, and very sincere manor. "Oh" Alexei and I both said, understanding the safety rules. "Yes of course" I said, straightening up "thank you" She nodded politely an affirmative, accepting my "thank you" then walked away to wake others who slept through the captain's announcement like we had. "Thank bloody god she stopped that" I heard the older British woman say. Alexei shot her quite the angry look, which she didn't even see because she had said it while her face was nose deep in some book, which title I could not catch. Just then the plane rocked violently. "WOW!" I exclaimed, grabbing the armrests. Turbulence, the very thing the stewardess had woke us for. I looked at my watch; we were just an hour from or expected arrival to New York. I glanced out the window, it figured, clouds down bellow, and what looked like flashes of lightning. I knew about where we were though. We, no doubt, are over New Brunswick or Maine by now. Nearly all air traffic en route from Europe to New York flies over the Canadian Maritimes then follows the New England coast to New York. It is the same thing with many other East Coast cities actually. I tuned my head from the blah view to a living Adonis. I smiled at Alexei, he met my eyes and smiled back. His head rocked a bit from the turbulence, and I could hear a baby cry not too far away. It reminded me of a road trip I had taken with my family to New England, most of the roads we traveled on rocked like the plane did now, so it was actually kind of nice to be reminded of those happy times. I frowned then, it just reminded me of how much I actually didn't want to go home. I kinda pulled a boo-boo on my family. I was a bit agitated about leaving, especially because Uncle Greg wanted it, not me. So in fits of furry at the Indianapolis airport, I came out to everyone, and well, Uncle Greg doesn't like it. From what I have gathered through phone calls from mom, Greg is pestering mom to get me institutionalized, to change me to be "normal". I told her that he could try, but since being gay is not a disease in the eyes of the real psychiatric community, there wasn't anything he or my parents could do. I was an adult, and as an adult, I'd have to volunteer for something like that. And do you really think that I will? Hell, no! But more from what I have gathered, Uncle Greg wont let it down. He knows people in high places, high places in mental institutions. Mom says that she's fighting him. Dad is a bit in shock, but so far, he's not taking it all that well. Mom told me that he swore that he wouldn't disown me, but he needed some space right now. My older sister, Ashley, however, well, we NEVER got along, and when I came out at the airport, she said something about fags should die or something. My brother Charlie she said was taking it rather well. I explained to her though that I told him I was gay when I was 13, which would make him 15 at the time. Me and Charlie where always very close, yeah, sure we fought at times like brothers do, but we confided into each other all the time, shared secrets. And shared something a bit more, I sucked him a few times growing up. A week after I told him, I confided that I was curious about sucking cock, and that I wanted to try it. So like horny teenagers, he whipped it out, and I sucked. I even told him that I didn't want to lose my virginity to just anyone, to lose my cherry to a guy who could hurt me. I had heard stories of girls getting fucked for the first time, and the guy just left it at that. I asked him to fuck me, to be my first, he had experience fucking girls. He told me how weird that would be, that sucking was one thing, but fucking your brother was another. The first guy to take my virginity, his name was Andrew, did just what I had feared. I was 14 he was 16, we went out for almost a month before he got me into bed. It was nice, and it seemed like it was more real, the relationship that is. But the calls stopped, the visits to the house did also, and he never had time anymore in school to talk, which was all a switch; he was always around me in school before, always at the house, always calling. When I told Charlie about why I had been crying for almost four days, he said he'd be right back, and didn't come home for like three hours. He came home bruised, and the next day I found out why. Andrew, I learned at school was in the hospital, he didn't get back out for almost two weeks. Charlie was damn lucky that Andrew didn't recognize his attacker, otherwise he would have been in deep shit. Charlie, that day I found out about Andrew's hospitalization, said that he wished that he had done what I asked, to be the one to take my virginity, to spare me what I went through. He knew that the first time always sticks with you, and he felt bad that I'd remember my first time as a bad one. We never did fuck, and the blowjobs stopped about a month afterwards. I moved on, had two boyfriends, if you could call them that. They were more like flings than anything, and none of it was real to me. I also had about five one-nighters too. It just wasn't for me none of that was. I was tired of it, hell, it wasn't even fun to me. I wanted real intimacy, and the only time when I truly found that was a couple hours ago in the lavatory with Alexei. That was really the most intimate I've been with anyone. But as I thought more on it, the more it hurt, we couldn't be, not really. He lived in Boston, hundreds of miles away. And did he really want a relationship anyway? "Chris?" I heard a light Ukranian accent say "Chris? Are you alright" I snapped out of my thoughts and came to reality, that rocking reality of the flight I was now on. "Huh?" I said looking at Alexei who seemed quite worried. "Oh, um, yeah im fine" I lied. He saw through it, shook his head and said very seriously and concerned "No, you're not. Please, Chris, tell me what is wrong." I had to push him away, I didn't want him in my life, I didn't want to get hurt. The thing was, I was falling for him so hard, fast and deep, and im not talking puns. I just couldn't bear to get close, only to have this guy leave my life in a flash when we land. "There's noth . . ." I was interrupted again, but this time not by Alexei, by the intercom. The captain came on, and with a German accent he explained that there was a dense fog rolling along the eastern seaboard toward New York and that all flight out of JFK was cancelled. But, due to the fact that the fog was going to be light enough for us to land when we got there, we would be able to land on time. It was just a heads up to let us know that the passengers' connecting flights aren't departing tonight. "Oh great, just great!" I expelled furiously. The other passengers, I heard, were also blurting out their grievances too. "And all the hotels are going to be booked. If we up here know about the cancellations so do those on the ground, all the hotels are going to be full, FUCK!" "Im sure Lufthansa has blocked out rooms at a hotel for its passengers" Alexei added. "Maybe, I don't know, there are dozens of airlines, and hundreds if not thousands of people now stranded at JFK. Im sure the other airlines have thought of it and blocked out rooms in an already booked city." I sat back, angry, my flight was cancelled, and I knew that I would not be lucky enough to get a spot at a hotel room even if Lufthansa did block rooms. They would be limited at best, and it's first come first serve, and here I am at the back of a god damn Boeing 747-400! More than 300 people on this flight and about half would have connecting flights, I doubt Lufthansa could find 150 rooms for those on board. I'm sure the airline would try its hardest to accommodate its patrons, but I gave no hopes, knowing the three airports in the New York area are hubs for several of the nation's largest airlines. I glanced at Alexei who looked like was pondering something, taking something into consideration. I figured he didn't want to talk right then, and was glad, I didn't want him to pester me for answers to try and get close. I almost teared, he was such a hot guy, and from what I could tell, he was sweat and kind. I couldn't, and I wouldn't be drawn in and hurt. "Damn!" I thought to myself, "siting next to a hot guy is not what it's cracked up to be, especially when he is also gay and loveable. The captain came on again, we were clear of the turbulence, but now we were preparing to land. He told the stewardesses to get prepared for landing, and they did their rounds to make sure people where buckled in, everything was stored away, and seats were upright. I stuffed my pillow and blanket into the pouch on the back of the seat in front of me. After about ten minutes we were circling around New York in a holding pattern, sixth to land according to the captain. I had cooled down some, about Alexei and being unlucky to be seated next to him. I looked at the god next to me, and smiled thinking now how lucky I actually was. I was lucky that I had eye candy the whole trip, slept on the gorgeous guy's chest, and just plain, old got to know him. I laughed at my stupidity from earlier, though still a bit saddened in the thought that we can never be, I was at peace in knowing, finally, I got my on wish, to sit next to suck a hot guy on a long trip. I then turned to the cold window, looking at the bright and beautiful New York City skyline in the near distance, it being blurred by the rolling fog. "You can stay with me tonight" I heard Alexei say form behind me. "Huh?" I asked dumbfounded. "You're right, the likelihood of a room being available for you is slim, and I don't want you sleeping in the airport. So I've been thinking it over, and you can stay with me for the night." "Alexei you don't have to, Im a big boy, I can . . ." there he goes again, interrupting, god damn he has got to stop that! "Please" he said almost begging, his eyebrows fell, his face pleading with me "please, spend the night with me, I'd feel better knowing you were in a hotel in a warm bed, not some cot in a bright, noisy terminal. Please." His beautiful eyes, reached into my soul yet again, how could I say no? They pled like a worried lover. "Alright" I conceded. He took a nice deep breath in and smiled, happy with the answer. Just then I heard a rumble and a shake from below our feet. The landing gear, they were being extended, we must be lining up to the runway. I looked out the window, and saw the wing flaps were extended pretty far, basically a wall coming off the wing. As we lowered into the thickening fog, the navigation lights blinked brightly, lighting up the water vapor around us. I could feel us dropping down to the ground, and what a feeling it was almost made my heart skip a beat. I could see the blue taxi lights near us through the still thin, but thickening fog, and knew we were just feet from the ground. Then a huge jolt and a slight screech from the tires contacting asphalt at nearly 100 miles per hour, marked the touch down of the jumbo jet. Then the jets' nacelles slammed back, deploying the thrust reversers, causing the engine's to roar wildly and deafeningly loud. This was couples with the deployment of the plane's spoilers on the wing to slow us down to a safe speed to taxi. All the while us passengers were being pulled forward, pealing off the backs of our seats. We finally slowed down, the jets became much quieter now, and we drove off the runway and onto the taxiway, toward the terminal. I was a bit saddened now, the plane was on the ground, and it was the end of the flight, but I knew for some odd reason, that it was just the beginning of a very interesting, and wonderful journey. After some fifteen minutes or so of taxiing around the tarmac, we came up to the gate. Already the fog had thickened up quite a bit, and I saw no jetway empty on the international terminal nor any of the terminals we passed for that matter. Plane stands even began to fill up, I was thinking how luck we were that we got a jetway and didn't have to disembark outside. The passengers all at once got up and began to collect their baggage as the captain said it was alright to get up now that the plane was at a dead stop. It was chaos, cute guys, old guys, little girls, old women, all got up and tried to get off the plane, but no one was going anywhere. I stayed sitting down, I figured it will be a while before I could even move out of the seat let alone get off. It wasn't until about ten or so minutes later that I saw movement, people filing ahead to disembark, almost ten rows ahead of us. I got up, and in my lead so did Alexei, and we both got our bags, the old British woman who was standing in the isle next to our seats let us begrugdingly get to the storage bins. She mumbled something about rude poofs, but I didn't pay any attention. In a few more minutes the people around us moved and I and Alexei, together, moved forward, rather quickly, to the front of the plane. Finally we were at the door of the giant aircraft that led to one of the two jetways that linked up to the 747 to speed up disembarkation, and we filed out into the metal corridor. At the other end we came up to the terminal, and what havoc we came upon. "Damn!" I said looking at the line to the service desk for the gate we were at. "What?" Alexei asked "That line!" I said pointing to the line of some thirty people. They were all doing what I needed to do, change their flights that were cancelled tonight, to a flight for tomorrow. "I need to get a flight for tomorrow" "Well, let's wait in line, we really aren't in a hurry, are we?" "No, I suppose not" I agreed, and we both walked to the end of the line, and who was in front of us? It was none other than that old British lady from 50D. "Look who it is" Alexei said with contempt under his breath to me. I chuckled slightly at the irony, how often does that really happen? I looked beyond the desk and out through the large glass windows. The fog was getting thicker and thicker by the minute, but, I could still make out the plane we just left from. Its distinct nose and upper humped deck still visible. The cockpit windows looked like eyes to some giant beast and looked as if they were staring at me, though not menacingly, more like happily, like some loved one who just gave you a special gift. I felt lips on my forehead, Alexei just kissed me, and put his python-like arm around my shoulders. It felt so damn right to have his arm around me, to have this gorgeous hunk just near me, to have him show affection for me. "Sorry" he said as I looked up at him. He began to retract his arm, but I stopped him from removing himself from me, something that I want to be good at, as much as he is at interrupting me. "No, please don't" I smiled "its nice" he smiled back and willingly placed his arm back upon me. I felt something drop out of my hand, I think it was my ticket for the flight I was to be on, and sure enough it was. It slid about 5 feet from us, so I slipped from Alexei's arm, and went after it, him watching me and my spot as I did so. As I snapped up from picking up my ticket, my eyes came upon the 747's cockpit yet again. And this time when I looked into her eyes, I knew why she had smiled. She was a loved one, an old friend, that had given me a very special gift indeed. I glanced at Alexei, then back at the 747, and smiled broadly. "Thank you" I said aloud, it was for her bringing me and Alexei together. Even if nothing could become of "us", at least I got to know him, and at least for one day, and that was ok with me now. "Who are you talking to?" Alexei asked. "Who are you thanking?" I smiled broader yet and turned to him, and began toward Alexei who looked at me in confusion. "An old friend" I replied, still walking to him. As I got by his side and I grabbed his arm to place it upon my shoulders he just said "Huh?". Yet again I replied "just an old friend thanking her for the greatest gift in the world" "Have you gone mad?" he asked. "Ha ha, no, Alexei, I haven't, im perfectly alright, more than alright" I then went to the tips of my toes and brought my lips to his, and kissed him gently and tenderly. "Far more than alright" He smiled oddly, and accepted it as it was and returned my kiss with an equally gentle and tender one of his own. "Oh bloody Christ, knock it off ya damn poofs!" the old British woman in front of us said "MOTHER! Do you have to say something so rude during something so beautiful!"a younger woman said with the same London accent as the elder one. I had not noticed her before now, but did not complain about her having this savior of a companion. "You boys mind no attention to what she says!" the woman said "You go right ahead!" We both smiled, and then took her up on her offer, and gave each other a gentle, dare I say, loving, kiss. And the younger woman smiled for us both while her mother scorned, but not uttering a peep. I rested my head on his large solid chest while we waited. "Yep" I thought, "Far more than alright!" First off I'd like to thank EVERYONE who has given me support, it's definitely good to have! This chapter is a bit long, I hope you boys (or whomever else maybe reading) don't mind. Don't worry, this is definitely not the end. There is much more story to come ;). So, what do you think so far? Again, if you have any comments, fell completely free to write me at jaywriter88@yahoo.com.