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Booker/Nile, Mile high club

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/6403.html?thread=2386179#cmt2386179



Booker had good reason to hate flying—he’d died more than once in a plane crash, though those had been small planes and usually in combat situations, not major commercial airliners, but still. Even aside from the twinge of bad memories it stirred up sometimes, he just hated the experience of flying, especially flying commercial. Sure, sometimes they ended up on a private jet for mission-related reasons or hitching a ride with a motley assortment of mercenaries or smugglers, but more often than not, it was easier and drew less attention to simply book a ticket, like normal people, to get where they needed to go.

That didn’t mean that he enjoyed queuing up at the airport, hoping he’d remembered to pack the right set of forged passports, dealing with unexpected delays due to everything from mechanical trouble to weather problems to a flight crew being more preoccupied by nursing their coffees than boarding the plane, and then being herded onto a cramped cabin with screaming children and impatient tourists.

It didn’t help that Booker found it impossible to sleep on planes, and so there he was, tired and cranky in row 19 of the darkened cabin on the way from New York to Mumbai. The only bright spot was that Nile was there with him; she had watched a few episodes of a TV show and then, after the cabin crew collected the remains of their dinner, curled up with him, her head on his lap. He had genuinely thought she had fallen asleep like seemingly everyone else on the plane except for him, and he was torn between missing her company and being glad that she, at least, was able to get some rest.

Tenderly, he adjusted the thin airline-issued blanket around her shoulders, rubbing for just a moment at the nape of her neck, and then he gave a deep sigh, trying to think of anything that might make the seemingly interminable flight pass easier. He didn’t even hardly realise that he was fidgeting, his body subconsciously trying to get into a more comfortable position while his long legs started to cramp from being shoved up against the seat, until he felt Nile stir. “I can hear you thinking from here,” she whispered from his lap, and Booker sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he apologised. “You know I hate flying, ugh. I’ll try and keep still.”

“You didn’t wake me,” she replied, smiling up at him and pushing herself up to a seated position, resting her head on his shoulder. “I was just resting a bit, I don’t find it easy to sleep on planes either.” They were quiet for a few moments, happy to be sitting in companionable silence, and then when Booker tried yet again to stretch his legs only to run into the huge duffel bag the person in front of him had stuck under the seat, Nile leaned up to kiss him. “Can I try something to help you relax a bit?” She asked, and Booker nodded, because he trusted her implicitly, and because anything was better than the discomfort and monotony of the flight.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but he certainly wasn’t expecting to feel her familiar hand reach over, underneath the blanket, and rub firmly over his clothed crotch. His dick immediately took an interest in the proceedings, because this was Nile after all and he could get hard just from having her look at him the right way, but he still let out a soft gasp of surprise. “I’ve never done—this before,” he admitted, because it certainly wouldn’t have ever occurred to him to hook up on a plane, but he was very quickly warming up to the idea. It was something to distract them for a little while at least, and, well, neither he or Nile had ever made a secret of the fact that they shared a bit of an exhibitionist streak.

Nile kept rubbing him through his sweats, nothing fancy about the technique, just pure friction and pressure to get him hard, and when she was apparently satisfied with the bulge under her palm, she leaned up ever so slightly to nip at the lobe of his ear. He shivered, sensitive and keyed up, and he could almost feel Nile’s grin against the skin next to his ear. “You’ll have to be quiet, baby,” she whispered, and he nodded, his cock twitching at the thought of someone waking up and realising that Booker was getting off, right there in row 19.

“Good thing you wore sweats,” she murmured. “Always important to wear comfortable clothes on a plane,” and while she was talking to him in that low voice, her hand was working under the blanket, carefully pushing down the waistband of his sweats just enough that his erection could spring free and wrapping her hand around it. “I wish the whole plane could see you like this,” she said casually. “Fully clothed except you’ve got your dick hanging out,” she teased as she worked him over with one hand while her other wandered, straying down to stroke at the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, running a finger over his balls. “Fuck, Nile,” he whispered, shifting the arm he had slung over her shoulder so that he could subtly cup one of her breasts, his thumb rubbing patterns into her side. He was clearly fighting not to thrust into her grip, fighting not to make too much noise, and somehow the soft sound of his ragged breathing was sexier than any loud moans.

She knew just how to drive him crazy, alternating between long confident strokes and paying special attention to the head, and before long it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to keep quiet, his cock throbbing in her hand. “Nile, chérie, please,” he begged as quietly as he could manage, not even sure what he was pleading for, and she leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek, her strokes slowing. “You can’t come in my hand, baby,” she told him regretfully. “It’ll be too much of a mess to clean up. But if you go wait for me in the bathroom, I’ll be there in just a minute,” she promised, and he had to bite his lip to stifle a groan as she pulled her hand away and pulled the waistband of his sweats back up.

His cheeks were flushed bright red as he walked down the aisle to the bathroom, because there was absolutely no way to conceal how hard he was, the way his sweats were distended in the front, but thankfully the entire plane seemed to be sound asleep.

He breathed a sigh of relief once he made it into the tiny lavatory, grabbing himself through his sweats just to get a moment of friction, and then he tried to clean up the bathroom as best he could, wiping everything down before closing the toilet seat and sitting on it, waiting for Nile.

She didn’t keep him waiting long, opened the door just long enough to slip in and then locked it. “Not much room in here, is there?” She asked with a grin. “But I think we can make it work,” she determined, and gestured at him to pull his pants down. He pulled them down just enough, not wanting to leave himself sitting directly on the toilet seat, and she climbed into his lap, kissing him softly. “This is kind of fun,” she admitted, fingers tangling in his hair. “Sometime if we’re in a plane with more leg room, I want to try giving you head,” she commented idly, and he groaned at the thought of Nile squeezing herself behind the seat in front to get her mouth on him. “Nile, please, I need you,” he pleaded, and she nodded, biting her lip in concentration as she reached beneath the hem of her dress, pulled her panties to the side and then sank down on him in one smooth motion.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed, his head falling back against the plastic wall of the lavatory. Her hand on him had felt good, but sinking inside her was like heaven. “Remember, we have to be quiet,” she chastised him, leaning in to kiss him again as she pulled almost all the way off him and then sank back down. He panted into her mouth, his arm winding around her waist to draw her closer, always closer. Who would have thought that this would get him so worked up, having her ride him on a rickety toilet seat under horrible artificial lighting?

He had to have something to distract him from the way she was clenching tightly around him every time she bottomed out, and with slightly shaking fingers he unbuttoned the first few buttons of her dress, endlessly grateful that she hadn’t worn a bra, and cupped her breast gently in his hand, leaning forward to kiss her nipple before sucking it between his lips. “Oh fuck yes, Booker,” she enthused, her back arching as she tried to get more of his mouth on her. Booker had spent enough time playing with her tits to know just what drove her crazy, and he applied himself with gusto, alternating between suckling at her breast and flicking her nipple with his tongue, grazing at it ever so slightly with his teeth, and he could tell by the little whimpers she was letting slip that it was driving her mad. With one hand fingers tangled in his hair and tugged hard, keeping his mouth right where she wanted it, while her other hand she used to brace herself against the plasticky wall, trying to get enough leverage to fuck down on him hard.

Normally he would have slipped a hand between them to tease her folds, to rub at her clit, but they were barely making the cramped space work as it was and all their clothes were in the way, her dress bunched up around her waist and her panties only just pushed enough to the side for her to be able to take his dick, and so he had to trust that she would be able to find her own pleasure and devote himself utterly to worshipping her breasts with his mouth. Maybe it was the somewhat illicit thrill of hooking up in the plane bathroom, the memory of Booker’s cock filling under her hand back at their seats, only hidden from the whole plane’s view by that flimsy airline blanket, but Nile found herself on the edge faster than she might have expected. Booker could tell that she was close, because she was biting her lip to try and keep her moans quiet and she was grinding down on him increasingly frantically. “Let go, ma chérie,” he murmured, pulling back from her breast just long enough to speak and to look straight at her, and then he bent his head and, very deliberately, grazed his beard over one nipple on his way to suck the other one into his mouth, and she fell apart with a low groan.

Feeling her tight clenching around him and seeing the look of ecstasy on her face was almost to have him follow her over the edge, but not quite enough, and he groaned as he let her breast slip from his mouth, as she slumped against him. She was clearly too tired, too boneless from her climax, to enjoy riding him anymore, though she tried, weakly, to roll her hips against him, and he pressed a fond kiss to her collarbone. “Don’t, my love, you’re tired,” he urged her, and her brow wrinkled in an adorable little frown. “But I want you to come inside me,” she insisted, and he groaned, sucking a mark into her skin that disappeared only seconds later. “I will,” he promised. “But let me do the rest of the work.” He looked around the little room, and an idea popped into his head that sent a shiver of heat through him. “If you bend over and rest your arms on the counter by the sink,” he suggested, and she whined at what he was suggesting. “Yes,” she said desperately, surging forward to kiss him one last time before she carefully climbed off of him.

He groaned as he felt the cold sterile air against his cock, which was so hard that he ached with it, the head a deep red and weeping. Nile bent over obediently, resting her head in her arms on the counter he had thankfully cleaned before she had come in to join him, and what a delicious picture it was, her there waiting for him to flip the hem of her dress up and take his pleasure from her body.

He hoisted himself off the closed toilet seat and squeezed in behind her, taking just a moment to savour, sliding one hand under her dress and running it over her ass, before he hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them down around her knees. She bent over a little more, as much as she could in the tiny space, and he guided himself back into her with a groan. He didn’t bother holding up her dress and so the hem of it fluttered back down, hiding his view of where his cock was disappearing into her, but it didn’t matter because all his attention was taken up with how glorious she felt. She was soaked wet and relaxed after her orgasm, and he already knew that he wasn’t going to last long. He had almost been on the edge before, and now, with this angle that felt even better, with the ability to control the rhythm of his thrusts, his whole body was singing with it, his cock throbbing in her heat.

He didn’t attempt finesse—he fucked into her, pure and simple, hands tightening on her hips. “So good to me, Nile,” he babbled, “so good, so good—ah fuck, just like that, oh yes, going to come, mm—fuck,” he cursed as he thrust in as deep as he could and spilled in long erratic spurts, the relief washing over him in overwhelming waves. He pulled out as gently as he could, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck, and slid her panties back up into place before he helped her turn around. He kissed her, both of them still weak with pleasure, and then helped button her dress back up.

They kissed again, pressed against the lavatory door, and he chuckled against her lips. “That was super hot, but we are definitely not telling the others about this,” he insisted. “I think they would never stop teasing us,” and Nile grinned back at him. “Oh, I know, they would be merciless,” she agreed. “Though I bet Nicky and Joe have hooked up on planes before,” she mused, and Booker just shook his head. “They would still tease us for decades,” he whined, and she laughed because she knew it was true. “Okay, you can go back to our seats first if you want, I’ll follow in just a minute,” and Booker nodded, giving her a last kiss before making his way back to their seats. He had just gotten settled again when she padded down the aisle and curled against his side, fitting perfectly against him as she always did. “Love you,” he said quietly, because as many times as he said it, he felt it was never enough. “Love you too,” she said easily, and he closed his eyes for just a moment, and to his surprise, when he opened them again they were making their descent into Mumbai and Nile was watching him and looking extremely satisfied. “Guess we’ve found out how to get you to sleep on a plane,” she remarked with a smug grin.

Re: Booker/Nile, Mile high club

[(Anonymous)]

OP Here!!! Absolutely STUNNING 💯

Re: Booker/Nile, Mile high club

[(Anonymous)]

Oh I’m so glad you found it and enjoyed!! It was a lot of fun to write ;)

Re: Booker/Nile, Mile high club

[(Anonymous)]

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Re: Booker/Nile, Mile high club

[(Anonymous)]

That was hot af!! thank u!