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Timmy was assigned to sit in the middle seat on his flight from Los Angeles to Honolulu. He had just graduated from high school and had been accepted into the college of his dreams. His parents told him they would take him on a special graduation vacation, and he could choose where he wanted to go. He had always been interested in Hawaii, having chosen to major in geology. He could not stop imagining what he could do on this island. He trudged up the aisle with his backpack and looked at his ticket when he distinctly realized where he was sitting.
He hated sitting in the middle seat. But then again, is there anyone one in the world who does? The first thing he noticed was that the guy sitting next to him was HUGE, gorgeous, but still huge. Annoyed about having to share an arm rest and leg room, he flopped down into the seat beside the almost intimidatingly hot guy. Timmy was already dreading who was going to sit on his other side. With his luck, it would be a 7 foot 2 inch basketball player, and they could all play a rousing game of footsie for what little leg room there already was. Frustrated, Timmy dropped down further in his seat and went to put his ear buds in, but before he could, something caught his eye. The blonde haired guy next to him pulled out his computer and pulled up a movie. “La Grande Vadrouille”. That was one of Timmy’s top 4 favorite French movies. Before he even realized he opened his mouth, words were coming out. “Louis de Funès is amazing in this movie.”
Armie startled a little when he heard the voice, looking to his side to find a genuine smile and playful green eyes. “Excuse me?” He asked, confused. Last thing he expected was to make conversation with anyone on the plane. He was rather introverted and liked to keep to himself. So he wasn’t really paying attention to his surroundings. Once he made sure he was seated in the correct seat and settled himself, he relaxed and opened his laptop, looking forward to watching that particular movie once and for all. It had been on his to watch list for forever.
He asked the boy sitting next to him to repeat what he had said, which he did, this time adding a couple more rapid sentences, hands gesturing everywhere -“I love Louis de Funès, man, this is one of my all time favourites- did you know he was nicknamed the man with forty faces per minute?” - all accompanied by a bright smile and so much enthusiasm that Armie felt a little bit overwhelmed. A part of his brain didn’t fail to notice the guy’s full lips and the way his tongue darted out to wet them, the little tiny freckles scattered over his cheeks, nose and even top lip. After a quiet beat, Armie realized the boy was waiting for him to say something but his mind was blank. The guy was making him nervous because he looked like- one of those people who were way out of his league.
“I’m Timmy, by the way” announced the boy with a wide smile, going for a handshake. Armie made sure to wipe his hand on his jeans before offering it to the guy. How embarrassing: he tended to have clammy hands and he knew that was not something people found attractive.
“H-hi. I’m- Armie”
Timmy’s handshake was firm but not too strong. His skin was soft and cold, unlike Armie’s who was always warm. Too warm for his liking.
After retrieving his hand, Armie could still feel the touch, like a ghost spot.
After a little while and much to Timmy’s delight, he realized no one was going to be in the seat on his left. Things might be looking up after all. His parents upgraded their tickets to sit in first class, leaving him to sit by himself in coach, even though it was his high school graduation present that brought them all to Hawaii in the first place. He figured he was 18 and would have the rest of his life to fly first class. His parents deserved it. And thank whatever fucking god you served that things turned out like they did. He learned that his flying partner’s name was Armie Hammer, he was also traveling with his parents to Hawaii. But unlike Timmy’s, Armie’s parents always upgraded to first class and let him ride in coach by himself.
They were finally in the air and the captain had given the okay to turn on electronics.
Something came over Armie then, a bravery he rarely showed. But this guy, even though the way he looked (he was cute. Timmy was really cute) was making him nervous, seemed really approachable and easy to talk to. So he totally shocked himself by asking “Do you want to watch the movie with me?”
Timmy, being the natural flirt that he was, raised the arm rest in between them and said, “I would love to, but I am always so cold on airplanes, let me see if the flight attendant can grab us a blanket to share first.”
Armie could only focus on the word “us”. Something about the fact that Timmy would want to get a blanket for both of them tugged at his heart. Also, the request made sense to him going by how cold Timmy’s hands were.
Once the captain turned off the “fasten seat belt” light, the flight attendant returned with a few blankets and Timmy slid as close as he could to Armie. He wanted to make sure he could see the screen of the computer. It was one of his favorite movies after all.
Armie tried his best to remain calm and nonchalant at the fact that Timmy was pretty much leaning his whole upper body against him, completely invading his personal space. Which he actually welcomed, much to his surprise.
They were only 20 minutes into the movie but neither one of them was paying much attention. There was this heat that was radiating between them that Armie was sure had nothing to do with the blanket Timmy insisted on sharing. After a while, he could feel Timmy’s body next to him from his shoulder all the way down to where their long legs were tangled together trying to fit in the too small airplane seats. Whether it was intentional or not, and god, he hoped it was, he was sure he felt Timmy’s fingers rubbing against his thigh every so often. Armie was usually very shy, but there was something about this guy that made him want to reach out and touch too. He had his hand resting by his knee, so he decided that two can play at that game, especially knowing that he would never see him ever again. He gently reached his pinky out and rubbed it against Timmy’s leg. He could see out of the corner of his eye the slightest smirk coming to Timmy’s soft, full, pink lips, making his heart pick up the pace. He couldn’t believe what was happening, couldn’t understand where his boldness was coming from, least of all, couldn’t believe that this beautiful guy might be attracted to him. That surely was not possible.
Timmy felt his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach when he realized that Armie might be playing back. He had butterflies in his stomach, goosebumps on his arms and wanted to curse whoever thought it was cute to put animal names to those feelings. He could sense the beautiful blue eyed guy next to him was a little bit more timid than him, so he thought he would do something that could not be mistaken for anything other than what it was. He took a deep breath, leaned in a little closer, and sweet Jesus did Armie smell good. He nuzzled into the man’s neck and laid his head on his shoulder.
Armie froze for a fraction of a second, but before he could even think, his senses took over and he was leaning in to smell Timmy’s curls. Lavender, he was pretty sure. When Timmy felt the response he was hoping for, feeling even more bold, he placed his hand on Armie’s thick, delicious thigh and started massaging. Slowly at first, until he heard a soft groan coming from the back of Armie’s throat.
Armie froze. What the fuck was that noise? Was it him ? His heart was galloping and his breathing was quickening. His mind seemed to have decided to stop functioning and all he could do was feel: Timmy’s weight on his side, the hand touching his leg, his cock reacting to all of this in an embarrassing way. Thank God there was a blanket over his lap.
With Timmy’s hand still on his thigh, Armie was able to disentangle his arm, wrapping it around the boy, as to make a more comfortable pillow for his stunning head to lay on, also giving him access to Timmy’s back. With his heart in his mouth, he lightly scratched his lean, tight back, straight away feeling Timmy melt like butter into his arms. The whole thing felt like an out of body experience and all Armie could think at this point was, “what does his skin under this shirt feel like?” As if on cue, Timmy moved just enough and that made Armie’s pinkie slide right under Timmy’s shirt. The touch was electric. He could feel it and by the soft sounds that were coming from Timmy, he knew the boy could feel it too. He decided to push his luck, because seriously, he was starting to think this was all a dream, and swiped his new favorite finger along the edge of Timmy’s sweatpants.
Timmy by this point was not only massaging Armie’s thigh, but he was testing the limits by moving his hand towards the inner seam of Armie’s jeans. Both boys realized they were in an unspoken game of dare. I dare you to go further, and if you can, I will match you and raise you. Timmy was now at the inseam of Armie’s jeans and painfully slowly moving his hand up. Armie, with his pinkie still in the back of Timmy’s sweatpants, decided to go down a layer and dip into his boxer briefs, stroking over his hip bone.
Neither boy had been able to look each other in the eye since this little game of theirs had begun, afraid of what they might find in each other’s eyes. But Timmy knew it was his turn for an advance, so instead of a physical one, he tilted his head up and ever so quietly whispered into Armie’s ear, “I feel like this is one of my fantasies come true.” And then swiped his tongue ever so slightly all over Armie’s ear lobe.
Armie shivered down to his very core. He was sure Timmy felt it, and he didn’t even care. He was trying so hard to not moan, and he bit his lip a little bit too hard. This was the best dream he had ever had and he never wanted it to end.
Knowing it was his turn, Armie froze.. His heart was going a million miles per hour. Timmy’s voice clouded all his reasoning and made him embarrassingly hard. So this was Timmy’s fantasy? And he chose to have it with him? Definitely a dream.
Armie hadn’t had a lot of sexual experiences. Scratch that. The truth was that he barely had any. Just a quick handjob from this guy he had had a crush on for forever which ended with that same guy having a little fun at his expense. Armie had come embarrassingly fast, which the other guy had found hilarious and had laughed in his face. Armie wanted to die every time he thought about it. He was too introverted, too awkward with his huge body, huge everything and he hated how he always stood out in the crowd.
So this was completely new territory for him. But for whatever reason, Timmy made him feel like this was ok. It was crazy because he didn’t know the guy at all. Armie decided to just not think about it and go for it, blindly. He realized he really wanted and desired this.
So his next move was to drop his hand into Timmy’s pants, down the back, and cup that beautiful ass, which he had of course, appreciated. Timmy seemed surprised only for a fraction of a second, and then sighed so deep, pushing back into Armie’s hand. Timmy also found himself becoming much more bold underneath these wonderful blankets he was so glad he asked for. His hand kept creeping upward, and the further he went, the more labored Armie’s breathing became. Timmy knew he was right there, and he was so nervous. It was now or never, and the look on Armie’s face was enough to make him cum in his pants. His pupils were dilated, his face was flushed, his lips were swollen and he looked absolutely gorgeous.
Timmy moved his hand up the last fraction of an inch until he was covering Armie’s rock hard cock. The groan in the back of Armie’s throat was almost inhuman and a little loud to be on an airplane. Luckily no one seemed to be paying any attention to the two teenage boys “watching a movie” in aisle K seats A and B. Timmy began to slowly move his hand up and down Armie’s incredibly huge shaft, trying to apply as much pressure as he could to make it feel good through 2 articles of clothing. Armie’s breathing was a little labored, and his head turned to the side, so Timmy took advantage of scooting up a little bit, so he could lightly kiss up Armie’s neck. He whispered into his ear, “You look so hot like this, coming undone in front of everyone, no one having any clue what is going on.”
That was almost too much for Armie, and he lost control like he had never before. He grabbed Timmy’s hand with his own, wanting to show him how fast and the pressure he needed to get him off. All of a sudden, Timmy heard a voice he recognized. He quickly took his hand away when he knew it was his mom coming down the aisle. Armie didn’t even know what he was doing when he grabbed Timmy’s hand back, placing it over his crotch once again. “I am so hard, so close. I am going to die if we can’t finish this.” His voice came out low, like a distant rumble, and firm like an order.
The amount of lust that was running through Timmy in that very moment was almost more than he knew what to do with. He saw his mom had stopped to talk to one of the flight attendants, so he looked at Armie with fire in his eyes, put his hand back under the blanket but this time unbuttoning Armie’s jeans, taking his massive, leaking cock in his hand to jerk him off like his life depended on it. Leaning in to Armie he whispered, “I want to hear the moment you are about to cum, and I want to know it was my hands and my words that did it for you.” That was all it took, Armie was coming all over Timmy’s hand, the blanket, his jeans. He was doing his best to not make any noise, eyes closed, breathing fast. He saw stars behind his eyes. That’s when Timmy’s mom walked up to them.
“Timmy my love, would you like to finish out the rest of the ride in first class? I will switch seats with you”