Mile High

Title: Mile High
Fandom: Real Person
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elijah Woodh Hah Hartnett.
Discalimer: This is a piece of fiction - in other words, as far as I am aware there is no truth in this story. All lies.
Notes: This was written for the Air challenge at the Livejournal community contrelamontre, and was written in 54 mins (including the editing read-throughs)


Mile High


Elijah, Josh and Orlando were all on a flight to New Zealand. Elijah had gone out to the set of Black Hawk Down so that Orlando hadn’t had to fly back alone. Josh had decided that going to New Zealwoulwould be a good way of spending his time off, especially since he and Elijah had seen very little of each other recently.

Now the couple were sat a few rows behind Orlando. The Brit had teased them, saying that he didn’t want to spend the entire flight watching the two of them being all over each other. Not that Josh or Elijah wanted to exclude their friend. It was just that it had been so long, they could barely keep their hands off each other now that they were in each other’s company once more.

Josh smiled as Elijah leant against him, knowing that the smaller man was planning on sleeping. He, however, had plans of his own – he didn’t want to wait until they landed to do what was equally possible on the plane.

Elijah’s eyes were almost completely closed when a jolt made them fly open again. He glanced down to see Josh’s hand resting on his crotch, gently brushing past. Looking up at his boyfriend, heed, ed, “Josh?”

Josh grinned. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist.”

Elijah shook his head. “What are you like?”

“What can I say? I want you.” Josh’s voice was barely above a whisper as he gently squeezed his boyfriend’s length through his clothes. “And I don’t want to have to wait.”

Elijah let out a ragged breath. “But…but…” He trailed off, gesturing to indicate the other people on the flight.

“What about them?” Josh murmured, gently sucking Elijah’s earlobe.

Elijah squirmed, knowing that he was helpless to stop Josh in this mood. Trying to reason with him, he replied with another question. “What about Orli?”

“He can’t see us.” Josh’s hand was snaking underneath Elijah’s jeans, moving to stroke Elijah’s increasing erection.

Elijah squirmed again, his voice pitiful as he pleaded, “Josh.”

Josh pulled back, seemingly unconcerned. “Alright. I’m sorry, Lij.”

Elijah stood up. “I…I’ll be back in a minute.”

Josh smiled to himself as he stood to allow Elijah out into the aisle. He watched as the younger man all but ran to the toilet, and found his arousal growing at the idea that Elijah had played right into his hands.

He left it a couple of minutes before following. If he knew Elijah, the smaller man would be using this as an excuse to calm down, which meant that Josh had more time to play with.

As he slowly made his way towards the cubicle, he was thankful to note that there seemed to be no queue. Let’s hope it stays that way.

He was about to knock when he heard a quiet moan from within. He recognised it instantly – well, he’d heard it often enough. Fighting back the urge to break the door down in his eagerness, the older man gently tapped the door. He heard a panicked gasp from within, followed by a strained, “Hang on.”

Grinning to himself, Josh murmured. “It’s me, Lijah. Open the door.”

He heard his boyfriend shift, moving towards the door and releasing the lock. As soon as the lock was released, Josh pulled the door open. He was inside and locking the door again before Elijah could so much as react.

Elijah’s eyes were wide. “What are you doing?”

Josh’s eyes flickered downwards, where Elijah’s exposed arousal was achingly apparent. The taller man felt himself harden in response to what he was seeing, and he knew that he had to have his lover right then.

Closing on his boyfriend, he murmured, “You ever heard of Mile High?”

Elijah swallowed, lost in the presence of the other. He nodded, words failing in his current state.

Josh smiled as he moved to capture the other man’s lips. “I’m gonna take you there.”

Elijah would have protested, if he’d been able. The force of passion in Josh’s kiss almost overwhelmed him, and all he could do was yield.

Josh hastily unfastened his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down as one. He allowed his erection to brush past Elijah’s, sharing the shudder at the sparks flying through them both.

Elijah eventually pulled back to catch his breath. “Josh…”

Josh raised an eyebrow. “Put it this way, Lij. Would you rather get your release jacking off in here or by sharing the moment with me?”

Elijah blinked, knowing that Josh had him caught. “You know me too well,” he protested.

“It’s my job,” Josh replied, stealing another brief kiss. “Now turn around.”

Elijah did as he was told, though movement was restricted by the confined space. He used his hands to brace himself against a wall, feeling a little giddy from it all.

Josh smiled as he retrieved the lube he’d been carrying in his shirt pocket. He coated his fingers generously, knowing that this would have to be quick. As he pushed three of his fingers into the other man, he was thankful that Elijah was used to him enough not to get too hurt by it.

Elijah had to bite back a cry as Josh prepared him, the urgency in the other man’s actions catching him and heightening everything he felt. He had to struggle not to release himself right then, cursing his lover for knowing him so completely but at the same time worshipping it.

Josh soon removed his fingers, swiftly rolling on the condom he also had with him before slicking himself and pushing in. He gripped Elijah’s hips tightly, trying to keep them both steady as the plane’s smooth flight was briefly interrupted. The mild turbulence was not enough to cause panic, but it was certainly enough to force the two men to shift in ways they didn’t usually.

Elijah let out a keening cry as Josh inadvetly tly hit his prostate, unable to hold it back. Josh had to bite Elijah’s shoulder in order not to let out a growl of pleasure in response. Elijah’s cry could have been anything, provided it was the only one that people heard.

Elijah felt the sweat gathering on his brow as he neared climax. He knew he only needed one last push – a push that was provided when one of Josh’s hands left his hip, closing around the smaller man’s straining erection. Elijah couldn’t help but release himself, gasping Josh’s name as though it was the only word he knew.

It took only a couple more thrusts for Josh to join him, driven further over by the combination of Elijah’s hushed cries and the tightening of muscle around his arousal. As he emptied himself into the other man, Josh allowed his lover’s name to be torn from his lips, suddenly no longer caring if they were caught.

As both men began to come down, Josh pulled out. Elijah slowly turned to face him, not certain that his legs would support him. “Josh, I…I…”

Josh grinned as he pulled Elijah to him. “What did I tell you?”

Elijah kissed his boyfriend before replying, “You were right, as usual. But how do we get back to our seats?”

Josh looked unconcerned by this apparent problem. “You go back. I’ll follow you in a couple of minutes.”

Elijah nodded, pulling his boxers and jeans back on before cautiously heading out. Seeing that there was no queue, Josh decided to forsake the original plan and follow him.

Elijah jumped as he felt an arm around his waist. “I thought you were going to wait before following.”

Josh shrugged. “Nah. I like people knowing that you’re mine.”

As they returned to their seats, Elijah spotted a folded up piece of paper on his. It was addressed to them both by name. “What do you think that is?”

Josh shrugged, picking it up and unfolding it. He couldn’t help but laugh as he passed it to Elijah. Elijah raised an eyebrow as he read:

Lij and Josh,

Welcome to Mile High – I wondered whether you’d end up joining on this flight.

Orlando.

Josh smirked. “He knows us too well.”

Elijah smiled as he sat down. “Still, I enjoyed it…any chance of this happening again?”

Josh raised an eyebrow. “Well, that depends…when are we next going to be on a flight together?”

“We could plan a holiday for when we’re both done filming,” Elijah suggested.

Josh grinned as he kissed his boyfriend. “My dear Lijah, you’re a genius. I knew it’d rub off on you sooner or later.”

Elijah smiled as he snuggled against the older man. “It has. Does this mean you won't mind if I actually get some sleep now?”

Josh allowed his head to rest on top of Elijah’s. “Not at all. In fact, I may even join you.”