Page 54 of Perfect Night

Charlie grabbed the suitcase off the top of the wardrobe and left before Jason could say anything else inappropriate. He understood why he did it, but it made people uncomfortable and he was worried one day his friend was going to do it to the wrong person.

Back in his room, he opened the suitcase and was horrified to see it was full of sex toys. Dildos, cuffs, paddles, chains, jockstraps, butt plugs and more. He assumed it would just be full of holiday clothes.

“You’re welcome to borrow any of that,” said Jason, making him jump.

Jason had found some clothes – well, bottoms at least. And he wasn’t in the least bit fazed by the plethora of sex toys Charlie had just found.

“Are they clean?” he asked, without thinking.

“Rude.”

They both laughed, but Charlie politely declined. He was more than satisfied with Sebastian’s cock, and he didn’t get any kinky vibes from him. He was certainly dirty with his love of come, but Charlie didn’t really see that as a kink. Who didn’t love come?

“You finish packing, and I’ll make some tea.”

Charlie got everything he wanted in the two cases, and just had his work backpack for hand luggage. He set up some downloads on his tablet, which he only owned because Gregory had bought them all one a couple of Christmases ago. He wheeled his cases out by the front door, put his tablet on the side, and plugged it in so it would download quicker.

“Why are you downloading stuff? They have movies on the plane.”

“I know, but I’ve heard they’re not always good.”

“You’re flying first class. They’ll have everything.”

“How do you know?”

“Babes, your boyfriend’s a billionaire. I’m surprised he’s not got a private jet.”

Charlie felt uncomfortable. He loved Sebastian, but he didn’t like being constantly reminded about how different they were.

The journey to the airport was uneventful, as was check-in, but Charlie knew he was getting the first class experience, so couldn’t use it as a benchmark. Within twenty minutes of the train arriving, which was first class again, they were sitting in the airport lounge. The opulence was like nothing Charlie had ever seen before. Top-shelf spirits, champagne which was hundreds of pounds a bottle, caviar, oysters, and many other things Charlie had never had the chance to try in his life.

He felt out of place. Was this Sebastian’s life? He didn’t seem perturbed by it at all, and was relaxing with his Jack and Coke whilst reading something on his tablet.

“What are you reading?”

“Quarterly financial reports.”

“Hot!”

Sebastian chuckled. He looked at Charlie with a frown, clearly picking up that something was wrong. Damn his non-verbal expressions giving him away. He needed to get out of this place. He felt underdressed. Sebastian was in chinos and a polo shirt, which pinched nicely on his biceps, with a prominent vein popping on his tight skin. Shaking himself out of the fantasy before he started drooling, Charlie said he wanted to check out the shops. Sebastian offered to go with him, but Charlie suggested he should relax before the flight, and told him he wouldn’t be long.

The departure terminal was packed with people and felt more like Charlie. It was noisy, people bumping into him. He was hungry, but it would be silly to waste money when everything was free in the lounge. Besides, Jason had said he should save his appetite for the food on the plane, which he had to take a picture of. None of his friends had flown first class before, even Gregory.

Charlie walked around the airport and bought nothing. His phone pinged.

Sebastian:Where are you? We’re boarding xx.

Charlie: Can you bring my bag? I’ll meet you at the gate xx.

Sebastian:Xxx

It took Charlie fifteen minutes to find the gate. Sebastian, who had called him seven times, rushed over and kissed him, before taking his hand and pulling him to the front of the line.

“We can’t push in front of all these people,” Charlie whispered.

“First class can get on whenever they want. There’s a separate entrance. Come on.”

It didn’t feel right to Charlie, and he knew people were looking at him and thinking the worst. How could someone like him be travelling first class? He got little choice in the matter, as Sebastian had a way of moving through a crowd, which just parted. He was like a gay Moses.

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