Mile High Spies (James/Alec)
This fic is rated: E for Explicitness
Fandom: James Bond: Goldeneye
Characters/Pairing: James/Alec
Summary: The boys join the Mile High Club. Sequel to kiss don't kiss and do kiss do, but can be read on its own. Not too plotfull.
Warnings: sex in uncomfortable places, and inappropriate humor.
Word Count: 1,285
Feedback: yes, please!
X-Posted: were_lemur, forengland
Disclaimer: I don't own James Bond. I don't own Alec Trevelyan either (alas), nor any other characters mentioned in this fic. James, Alec, etc. are all property of Ian Fleming and MGM. I'm just playing with them for a while. Not making any money, don't have any money, please don't sue!
Alec hated commercial flights. First class was just bearable, but flying coach put his teeth on edge. Especially a flight taken at two in the morning, after a job that had gotten complicated. And one would think that no sane parent would drag their child on a flight at this time.
Less than three hours, he told himself, every time the child kicked its feet into the back of his seat. In less than three hours, they would be in Lisbon; by this time tonight, they would be home.
His own bed, with clean sheets -- never had anything sounded so appealing.
Except perhaps what James had half-promised on the way to the airport. "I've always wanted to join the Mile High Club," he'd said.
Alec resisted the urge to crane his neck, to try and catch a glimpse of James, sitting three rows back on the other side of the plane. They were supposed to be strangers. Sometimes Alec felt like they were strangers, that there was something essentially unknowable about James.
Alecdidn't even pretend to listen as the flight attendant went through her speech about the emergency procedures; he had heard it all a thousand times.
The sooner they were in the air, the better.
The child behind him kicked again. He had a momentary image of himself turning around and using asking the child's parents to please restrain it. Backing the request up with a pistol -- perhaps that was the real reason people weren't allowed to carry weapons on an airplane.
The sooner they were in the air, the sooner he could get away from the steel-toed demon in the seat behind him.
Finally, the plane taxied, and then there was the brief push of acceleration as the plane ascended to cruising altitude. Finally, the plane leveled out, and the word came over the loudspeaker that they could move around the cabin.
He stayed put for a good twenty minutes, waiting out the rush for the bathrooms. Then he slid out of the seat -- past the two Frenchmen who seemed not to have bathed in months and had little regard for his personal space -- and headed back to the bathrooms. He caught James's gaze, and smiled. James returned the smile, and spread his hand flat out on the tray table.
Five minutes.
He secured a bathroom stall, and waited. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, there was a knock. He opened the door, and let James slip in.
As soon as the door was locked, Alec pushed James back against the wall and kissed him. James grabbed him around the waist, and ground their hips together. Alec could feel the erection, even through four layers of cloth.
James broke the kiss. "I want you," he whispered. Then he nipped Alec's earlobe. "I've had to hide how hard I was since we got to the airport."
"I've got somewhere you can hide it."
"I was hoping you would." He hooked his fingers into Alec's waistband, and kissed him again, tongue roaming, exploring, taking possession. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped Alec's fly, and slid trousers and underwear down in one movement. Alec groaned, as hot wet warmth engulfed his cock. He fell back against the sink, and buried his fingers in James's black hair.
He was almost there, when James pulled away. "Not so fast," he said.
"Bastard. Please -- "
James ran his hands down Alec's thighs, and then slid a hand between them. He brushed a finger against the cleft of his buttocks. Alec groaned softly, and tipped his head back.
"Turn around," James whispered.
A notion struck Alec then, and he grinned. "No," he said. "I've got a better idea."
"Oh?" James asked, looking up at him with one eyebrow raised.
"Tight quarters. Good leverage."
James kissed his belly. "I like the way you think."
Alec tried to pull his trousers off, but they got caught on his shoes, and he nearly fell over. James caught him around the waist. Never one to pass up an opportunity, Alec pressed his cock against his cheek. James drew his tongue down the length, once, but that was all.
Finally, Alec got his legs free. He leaned against the edge of the sink, and braced himself, his feet against the wall, his back pressed against the mirror. James stood between his legs, and kissed him again. He laid one hand lightly on Alec's cock, for just a moment, before his hand went to his pocket to fish out the tube of lubricant.
"Close your eyes," James said. "Relax."
Alec smirked, but obeyed. He knew what was coming next. And he was right; he felt the lube-slicked cock nudging against his entrance.
"Relax," James murmured. "Relax."
"Kiss me again."
James did so; a slow, burning kiss, like whiskey, searing all the way down. Alec relaxed into it; so good, so sweet. He felt James press his hands against his thighs, so he didn't have to support himself. And then the slick cock slid into him, and he groaned loudly.
There was a knock on the door. "Is everything all right in there?" a brisk female voice asked.
Alec tried to find the words to answer, but the verbal part of his brain had shut completely down. "I'm all right," James called. "It must have been something I ate."
He hadn't just said that, had he? Alec wondered. Still, he would have been fine, if his eyes hadn't met James's. But they did, and Alec burst into laughter. He curled himself against James, to muffle the chuckles against his shoulder. And then James was laughing, too; clinging to him.
Alec tried to stop, but every time he got himself under control, the absurdity of the situation would hit him again. And James wasn't helping; he was laughing just as hard, and every time one of them would manage to stop, the other would let out a giggle, and the whole cycle would start again.
Finally, James took a deep breath. After a few more chuckles, Alec managed to stop as well.
"So," James said. "Where were we?"
Alec leaned back, and braced his feet back on the wall. "I believe you were about to fuck my brains out."
"Ah. So I was." James withdrew, and then slammed his cock in again. And again. Alec bit his lip; he didn't dare to make a sound. Oh God -- how was he supposed to stay silent when James was --
-- and then James wrapped his hand around his cock.
"Oh, God -- James -- " His eyes rolled back. "I'm going to -- "
The next thrust was enough to lift his hips off the sink. He clawed at James, babbling in what might have been English, Russian, or just disconnected syllables. Buried his head against James's neck, muffling his groans against him. He heard James mumbling, his voice soft, his words a mixture of the sacred and the profane. Then, finally, something intelligible; "Come for me, Alec."
The words shattered the last of his control. He felt his body arch and thrash, gasping for breath. His mind shattered into a million pieces, with James at the center.
At long last, the world started to reassemble itself. The first thing he felt was the angular faucet poking into the small of his back. He fumbled, trying to shift away from it; he was rewarded for his efforts by a gush of cold water.
"I have another idea," he said.
James blinked up at him. Alec pushed his hair back out of his eyes, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Maybe one day, just for novelty's sake, we can actually fuck somewhere comfortable."
Fandom: James Bond: Goldeneye
Characters/Pairing: James/Alec
Summary: The boys join the Mile High Club. Sequel to kiss don't kiss and do kiss do, but can be read on its own. Not too plotfull.
Warnings: sex in uncomfortable places, and inappropriate humor.
Word Count: 1,285
Feedback: yes, please!
X-Posted: were_lemur, forengland
Disclaimer: I don't own James Bond. I don't own Alec Trevelyan either (alas), nor any other characters mentioned in this fic. James, Alec, etc. are all property of Ian Fleming and MGM. I'm just playing with them for a while. Not making any money, don't have any money, please don't sue!
Alec hated commercial flights. First class was just bearable, but flying coach put his teeth on edge. Especially a flight taken at two in the morning, after a job that had gotten complicated. And one would think that no sane parent would drag their child on a flight at this time.
Less than three hours, he told himself, every time the child kicked its feet into the back of his seat. In less than three hours, they would be in Lisbon; by this time tonight, they would be home.
His own bed, with clean sheets -- never had anything sounded so appealing.
Except perhaps what James had half-promised on the way to the airport. "I've always wanted to join the Mile High Club," he'd said.
Alec resisted the urge to crane his neck, to try and catch a glimpse of James, sitting three rows back on the other side of the plane. They were supposed to be strangers. Sometimes Alec felt like they were strangers, that there was something essentially unknowable about James.
Alecdidn't even pretend to listen as the flight attendant went through her speech about the emergency procedures; he had heard it all a thousand times.
The sooner they were in the air, the better.
The child behind him kicked again. He had a momentary image of himself turning around and using asking the child's parents to please restrain it. Backing the request up with a pistol -- perhaps that was the real reason people weren't allowed to carry weapons on an airplane.
The sooner they were in the air, the sooner he could get away from the steel-toed demon in the seat behind him.
Finally, the plane taxied, and then there was the brief push of acceleration as the plane ascended to cruising altitude. Finally, the plane leveled out, and the word came over the loudspeaker that they could move around the cabin.
He stayed put for a good twenty minutes, waiting out the rush for the bathrooms. Then he slid out of the seat -- past the two Frenchmen who seemed not to have bathed in months and had little regard for his personal space -- and headed back to the bathrooms. He caught James's gaze, and smiled. James returned the smile, and spread his hand flat out on the tray table.
Five minutes.
He secured a bathroom stall, and waited. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, there was a knock. He opened the door, and let James slip in.
As soon as the door was locked, Alec pushed James back against the wall and kissed him. James grabbed him around the waist, and ground their hips together. Alec could feel the erection, even through four layers of cloth.
James broke the kiss. "I want you," he whispered. Then he nipped Alec's earlobe. "I've had to hide how hard I was since we got to the airport."
"I've got somewhere you can hide it."
"I was hoping you would." He hooked his fingers into Alec's waistband, and kissed him again, tongue roaming, exploring, taking possession. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped Alec's fly, and slid trousers and underwear down in one movement. Alec groaned, as hot wet warmth engulfed his cock. He fell back against the sink, and buried his fingers in James's black hair.
He was almost there, when James pulled away. "Not so fast," he said.
"Bastard. Please -- "
James ran his hands down Alec's thighs, and then slid a hand between them. He brushed a finger against the cleft of his buttocks. Alec groaned softly, and tipped his head back.
"Turn around," James whispered.
A notion struck Alec then, and he grinned. "No," he said. "I've got a better idea."
"Oh?" James asked, looking up at him with one eyebrow raised.
"Tight quarters. Good leverage."
James kissed his belly. "I like the way you think."
Alec tried to pull his trousers off, but they got caught on his shoes, and he nearly fell over. James caught him around the waist. Never one to pass up an opportunity, Alec pressed his cock against his cheek. James drew his tongue down the length, once, but that was all.
Finally, Alec got his legs free. He leaned against the edge of the sink, and braced himself, his feet against the wall, his back pressed against the mirror. James stood between his legs, and kissed him again. He laid one hand lightly on Alec's cock, for just a moment, before his hand went to his pocket to fish out the tube of lubricant.
"Close your eyes," James said. "Relax."
Alec smirked, but obeyed. He knew what was coming next. And he was right; he felt the lube-slicked cock nudging against his entrance.
"Relax," James murmured. "Relax."
"Kiss me again."
James did so; a slow, burning kiss, like whiskey, searing all the way down. Alec relaxed into it; so good, so sweet. He felt James press his hands against his thighs, so he didn't have to support himself. And then the slick cock slid into him, and he groaned loudly.
There was a knock on the door. "Is everything all right in there?" a brisk female voice asked.
Alec tried to find the words to answer, but the verbal part of his brain had shut completely down. "I'm all right," James called. "It must have been something I ate."
He hadn't just said that, had he? Alec wondered. Still, he would have been fine, if his eyes hadn't met James's. But they did, and Alec burst into laughter. He curled himself against James, to muffle the chuckles against his shoulder. And then James was laughing, too; clinging to him.
Alec tried to stop, but every time he got himself under control, the absurdity of the situation would hit him again. And James wasn't helping; he was laughing just as hard, and every time one of them would manage to stop, the other would let out a giggle, and the whole cycle would start again.
Finally, James took a deep breath. After a few more chuckles, Alec managed to stop as well.
"So," James said. "Where were we?"
Alec leaned back, and braced his feet back on the wall. "I believe you were about to fuck my brains out."
"Ah. So I was." James withdrew, and then slammed his cock in again. And again. Alec bit his lip; he didn't dare to make a sound. Oh God -- how was he supposed to stay silent when James was --
-- and then James wrapped his hand around his cock.
"Oh, God -- James -- " His eyes rolled back. "I'm going to -- "
The next thrust was enough to lift his hips off the sink. He clawed at James, babbling in what might have been English, Russian, or just disconnected syllables. Buried his head against James's neck, muffling his groans against him. He heard James mumbling, his voice soft, his words a mixture of the sacred and the profane. Then, finally, something intelligible; "Come for me, Alec."
The words shattered the last of his control. He felt his body arch and thrash, gasping for breath. His mind shattered into a million pieces, with James at the center.
At long last, the world started to reassemble itself. The first thing he felt was the angular faucet poking into the small of his back. He fumbled, trying to shift away from it; he was rewarded for his efforts by a gush of cold water.
"I have another idea," he said.
James blinked up at him. Alec pushed his hair back out of his eyes, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Maybe one day, just for novelty's sake, we can actually fuck somewhere comfortable."