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A few hours later, Kai is dressed down in sweats and a tank, a weekender bag over his shoulder. When he boards your plane in Miami, you don’t know what shocks him more: the sight of you, or the sight of the dozens of hot-pink roses in vases scattered around the cabin.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you until I landed,” he says.

“Surprise?”

“Did you rob a florist on the way from Nashville?” Bemused, he touches one of the blooms.

You can’t help the grin on your face as you go up on tiptoe to kiss him. “There’s 85 altogether,” you explain. “One for each million on the contract.”

He rolls his eyes, but it would be more convincing if he weren’t also squeezing you tight with one hand and playing grab-ass with the other.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he murmurs against your forehead. “Why has it been so long, again?”

“You’ve been busy negotiating your contract,” you remind him. “Getting ready for today. It was a big day for you.”

“Woulda been better if you were there.” You two disentangle as Cal scoots by to go talk with the pilot on the tarmac. The man is 6’6” and over 300 pounds, so there’s absolutely no way he’s getting around the two of you in the narrow aisle.

“It’s best that I wasn’t.” You pull Kai down into one of the roomy seats. “I would have just brought down the mood and drawn negative attention. Nobody wants that. Today is about you.”

Kai frowns. “ I wanted you there,” he says. “Shouldn’t that count for something, if it’s my day?”

You don’t have an answer for that. #SterlingGIsOver is trending on Twitter for the fifth day in a row. For the first week since its release, your newest album has seen a dip in sales. “Do you like the flowers?” you press, instead of thinking about either of those facts.

“They’re great.” He leans over and nuzzles your hair. “Thank you. I love you.”

You two stay close as Cal re-boards the plane and the lone flight attendant stops by to introduce himself.

Kai’s arm around your shoulder, you’re engulfed in his body heat and good smell as the jet takes off and ascends.

It feels more like coming home than you are willing to admit.

Maybe you drowse a little bit. It’s either the pilot’s announcement that you’ve hit cruising altitude or the rumble of Kai’s soft voice that makes you stir.

“Yo, Cal. I’m taking him to lie down in the back. We’ll see you when we land, okay?”

It’s plenty comfortable where you are, but you don’t object to Kai gently shaking your arm and directing you towards the bedroom at the rear of the plane, his big hand steady against your lower back. You notice when he clicks the lock on the pocket door.

“I wasn’t actually planning on sleeping,” you tell him. “I’ll be up all night if I take a nap now.”

Kai grins. “I wasn’t actually planning on you sleeping, either,” he says. “And, if I have it my way, you’re gonna be up all night anyway.”

“There’s less than two hours until we land in Nashville,” you warn him, but you can feel the grin tugging at your mouth as he advances towards you.

“Not sure about you, but I won’t need that long.”

He damn-near sweeps you off your feet in the process of hauling you up towards his lips.

You aren’t sure if it’s the movement of the jet or his proximity causing the weightlessness in your body, the all-too-welcome vertigo.

Kai is radiating heat. He’s summer personified, warmth rising off his bare arms and broad chest as he crushes you against his body, kissing you hungrily.

“Fuck,” you sigh against his lips.

“No kidding,” he agrees, his breath hot all over your face. He’s nipping your cheek, your ear, and your neck. “Three weeks without you has been insane. Don’t wanna do this again, Ster.”

You hum, either in agreement or pleasure—you don’t even know.

Kai has one palm cupping your waist, the other is holding your face.

For your part, you can’t keep your hands to yourself.

They’ve got minds of their own, roaming whatever parts of his body you can touch.

His clavicles, his biceps, his pectorals under the thin cotton of his tank.

They’re slipping under his shirt to rub over the hard planes of his abs, and feel the gratifying way he sucks in air when you touch his bare skin.

He’s hard against your lower belly, the height difference between you making your own erection rut into the seam where his thigh meets his hip.

“What’s your plan here?” you murmur. “I don’t know if we have time…”

When he chuckles, it vibrates down the column of your own throat.

“I got it,” he insists.

It’s a dance, and he’s leading, backing you up into the bed built into one side of the wall.

When your legs make contact with the mattress, he urges you down by the shoulders, making you sit on the edge.

The sight of him lowering to his knees for you claws up your spine, hot and sharp, arousal making everything a little blurry around the edges.

“I want…” you start, but he ducks in and steals the words from your mouth.

“ My day,” he repeats, his fingers undoing the button on your jeans. “Been dreaming about this at night. Wet sheets in the morning like a goddamn teenager.”

Together, you get your pants and briefs off.

Your ass has no sooner hit the bedding than he’s on you, inhaling your cock.

No prelude, no warning, just the hot suction of his lips down your shaft and the echo of his satisfied groan against your heated skin.

It’s so heady that it’s kind of ridiculous.

Your head falls back. Kai pushes your thighs apart and pulls off your dick to lick up its length, head to balls.

His tongue is wide, hot, and slick. It’s been approximately 90 seconds, and you are already weeping pre, abundant and milky down your shaft, trailing down to the circle of his fingers at your base.

“Don’t tease me,” you plead, as he continues to color your dick with invisible stripes.

He looks up at you and fists you. Firm enough to feel really good, but way too slow to be effective.

“Maybe I should,” he says in a low voice. “Three weeks of jerking off without you. Give you a taste of your own medicine.”

Your breath catches in your throat. It could be a combination of the mental image of Kai masturbating and him stroking you, or it could be the growliness in his words. Either way, you’re hot as the surface of the sun for him.

“Please,” you moan.

“Baby said the magic word,” he murmurs approvingly.

His grip tightens at the base of your cock, and then you’re in his mouth again, his cheeks hollowing as he really gets to work.

He’s all wet heat and power. You settle back on your hands so that you don’t grab the fuzzy expanse of his buzzed head and fuck his mouth.

The cabin is filled with the nasty-hot slurping sounds of him showily sucking you off.

Your eyes drift closed, and your head goes back.

Kai’s kneading your thigh while his other hand jerks your base, pulling your dick further into his throat.

You don’t have any more inches to give him, and he seems like he’s trying to yank them out of you, like he can’t get you deep enough.

Pleasure buzzes hot in your gut, a live wire running up and down your nervous system.

It hasn’t exactly been easy on you, either—all those weeks without him warming your bed.

Before Kai, monastic solitude had seemed a lot easier.

Work. Rehearsals. Performances. Interviews.

Months would go by without the touch of another person, save all the handshakes and air kisses.

In a way, things were simpler. Your physical needs were nothing you couldn’t manage with ten minutes in your morning shower.

Bodily, you were constantly deprived, but you were used to it, and, so, it didn’t bother you.

Now, though?

You don’t know what it’s like to be addicted to any substance, but you have a sneaking suspicion that you might be getting hooked on Kai.

You’re getting close, and you force yourself to open your eyes and tilt your heavy head back down.

To look, with lust-stupid eyes, at the sight of him going down on you, assiduously working you like it’s the air he needs to breathe. Your breath catches.

His lips still forming an o around your shaft, he makes eye contact. The corners of his eyes crinkle, like he’s incredibly amused by the fact that he’s dragged you right to the edge. Because that’s where you are. That’s what’s happening, right now, your hips stuttering against the bed.

Kai can tell that it’s about to happen. In moments, the head of your cock is bumping the back of his throat, and the sensation sends you over the edge.

Your arm flies up, and you moan into your inner elbow as you come, emptying your balls into his generous mouth.

He pulls off just a little too quickly, trying to catch his breath, and the last, feeble spurt of cum paints his parted lips.

He sits back on his heels. You are both panting hard, and his saliva is cooling on your dick in the chilly recycled air. There’s a hum in your ears, and you can’t tell if it’s airplane noise or if your brain is kind of broken.

Below you, Kai is rock hard, his erection tenting his gray sweatpants.

You are spent, but the sight of his massive dick through the cloth makes you ache.

The second you don’t feel like you just ran a marathon, you vow, you are grabbing the lube and going to town.

The screen on the wall says that there’s still plenty of flight time left.

You figure that you can have him incoherent in about 2.

5 minutes from the way he’s visibly throbbing.

His hand comes up, and he touches the cum on his mouth. Looks at his fingers, like he just realized it’s there.

“Don’t,” you rasp out. Quickly, you lean in and close the distance between you, licking yourself off his lips.