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When Stefan’s rich artist friend Klaus had asked him to come to Paris with him to attend an art gallery opening, Stefan had accepted right away. Not because he loved art as Klaus did – though he did, especially his paintings –, but because… Well, Paris! France! A country in a whole other continent! Sure, Stefan’s family was originally from Italy, but he had never actually been there, or anywhere outside of North America. So of course, he had jumped at the occasion. And if his friend… Well, friend with benefits, had understood it wasn’t out of interest for art that he had accepted, he hadn’t seemed to care. And besides, Stefan wasn’t about to pass on a chance to spend more time with Klaus. Sure, they were just friends with benefits, but Stefan still held out hope that maybe one day they’d be more…
So a week later he was packing his bag, and the day after he was in the passenger seat of Klaus’s Aston Martin, watching his handsome friend drive them to the airport and realising Klaus had told him absolutely nothing about the flight. He’d asked for a picture of his passport a few days ago, and that was it.
“So, which company are we flying with?” Stefan asks curiously
Klaus chuckles at that, and Stefan frowns. Though he’s learned not to be offended when the Brit laughs at him like that, it’s still mildly annoying.
“What?” He says, rather dryly
“Oh, I thought you were kidding.”
“No?”
“…You really think we’re going to Paris on a commercial flight?”
Stefan stares at Klaus for a moment, in utter disbelief.
“You have a private jet?”
Klaus smiles “Love, the lowest price I’ve ever sold a painting at is five million pounds… Of course, I have a private jet.”
Stefan stares at him for a while longer, then bursts out laughing, Klaus joining along shortly.
“So I’m going to Paris, one of the fanciest places on Earth, and–”
“Debatable.” Klaus cuts him off
“Don’t ruin it, please.”
“Alright, alright, carry on.” He says, laughing
“As I was saying, I’m going to Paris, one of the fanciest places on Earth, with a millionaire…”
“Billionaire, actually.”
Stefan scoffs “Sorry, sir, with a billionaire, on a private jet… Anything else?”
Klaus shrugs “We’re staying in a five-star hotel?”
“Mh, I wasn’t expecting anything less.”
Klaus chuckles at that and takes a turn, leading them towards the airport. He exchanges a few words with security and an agent escorts them around the airport and onto the tarmac, stopping a few meters away from a fancy-looking jet. Klaus leaves his car in a young man’s hands, insisting on the fact that he’d never find a job anywhere ever again if he so much as scratches the paint of his car. The poor boy nods, looking frightened, and Stefan chuckles.
“Poor guy.”
Klaus shrugs “He’ll live.”
Klaus shakes hands with a man who could lift both of them with his pinky, then walks towards the jet. Stefan follows and watches as a few people take care of their luggage and a hostess welcomes them on board. Then he gasps, impressed, as he discovers the inside of the jet. The chairs and sofas are black and white, modern and very comfortable-looking, the floor is made of dark red carpet and the white walls are adorned with paintings – probably made by Klaus, judging by the style. Stefan scoffs as he looks around, setting his eyes on a bottle of champagne.
“That bottle alone costs more than my rent.” He says, more to himself than to Klaus
The Brit chuckles, then settles onto one of the chairs, making himself comfortable. Stefan mirrors his behaviour, sitting on the chair opposite and trying hard to look as if he belonged. In a matter of minutes, the jet is in the air and shortly after the seatbelt sign is turned off. Klaus promptly unfastens his seatbelt, gets up, and walks over to the champagne bottle Stefan had spotted earlier. He pours two glasses and hands one to Stefan, who shakes his head, breathing heavily. Klaus frowns and puts the glass down.
“Are you alright?”
Stefan shakes his head, his palm sweaty, his legs trembling slightly. When he had accepted Klaus’s proposal, it had been on a whim… And he’s now starting to regret it… It had been years since he’d flown anywhere, so he’d thought that maybe his fear of flying had gone away… Well, he’d been wrong…
“I’m… I’m sort of scared of flying…”
Klaus looks at him with wide eyes and Stefan feels stupid, but then the Brit simply sits down on the chair’s armrest, putting his hand on Stefan’s shoulder.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I…” He sighs “It’s been a while since I’ve flown, I thought maybe… And… Well, I didn’t want to pass on the opportunity to travel to France… Especially not with you…”
Klaus smiles at that, and Stefan has never found him more attractive. Then he unfastens Stefan’s seatbelt and the American tenses.
“Come on, love,” Klaus simply says “Let’s go sit on the sofa, it’ll be more relaxing.”
Stefan nods and walks towards the couch on shaky legs, his hand gripping Klaus’s tightly. Being on his feet feels wrong, but it also helps him feel a bit more at ease somehow. He’s still relieved when they reach the couch and sit down, breathing deeply, keeping a firm hold on Klaus’s hand.
“Mind letting go, love?” Klaus asks surprisingly gently
“Why?”
The question makes his friend smile, and Stefan blushes.
“So I can get you a glass of water.”
Stefan nods and lets go, watching as Klaus gets up once more and comes back with a glass of fresh water. Well, more like a glass of ice cubes with a sprinkle of water in it. He thanks him and drinks, the cool liquid helping calm his nerves slightly.
“There we go,” Klaus encourages
He puts a hand on Stefan’s thigh, and the American tenses once more, though for a reason much different than fear… He simply watches as Klaus starts moving his hand across Stefan’s thigh, his touch light as a feather.
“Relax, love.” He whispers in his ear
Stefan shivers at that and turns his head to look into Klaus’s beautiful eyes, finding nothing there but lust and good intentions… and maybe a hint of love.. Or was he imagining it? Before he can ponder any further, Klaus’s perfect lips are on his, kissing him tenderly as his hand moves up, to Stefan’s crotch. The latter gasps, allowing the Brit to deepen the kiss, and Stefan gives in. He moves a hand to the back of Klaus’s head, tangling his fingers into his locks, pulling him closer. Without breaking the kiss, the Brit shifts his position, then straddles Stefan’s lap, their hips clashing together, making them both moan. After a long and steamy kiss, Klaus gets off of Stefan’s lap, both men hard and heaving. He grabs Stefan’s hand and leads him towards a closed door, then shoves him inside and locks the door behind them. This time, Stefan doesn’t pause and gawks at the room, instead he focuses fully on Klaus, kissing him, moving his hand to the other man’s hips, and pulling him close, wanting, needing more friction, more contact. He doesn’t object when Klaus pushes him against the wall, pinning him there. He feels his hands on his chest and his lips on his neck, making him moan and move forward, his heart hammering in his chest. Klaus licks his throat, then hushed him.
“Shh, relax, love.”
Stefan chuckles but before he can speak, Klaus shoves his hand inside Stefan’s trousers and boxers, and the latter is rendered speechless. Klaus rubs a finger onto his hardening cock for a while longer, then he undoes his belt and trousers painfully slowly, and Stefan can’t bear it anymore. He takes hold of Klaus’s hair and pulls, the Brit gasping and smirking at him. Stefan looks at him, his eyes dark with lust, his body aching.
“Just get to it… Please…”
Klaus gives him another smirk… That smirk…
“Sir, yes, sir.”
Stefan watches in awe as Klaus sinks onto his knees and lowers his trousers and boxers, kissing his cock without breaking eye contact. Stefan moans Klaus’s name as he takes the sensitive tip of his cock into his mouth, his tongue moving around expertly, his fingers brushing against his balls.
“Please, Klaus….” He pants “More…”
Klaus takes more into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks Stefan off so well the latter feels on edge right away. He squeezes his eyes shut in order not to cum straight away, picturing anything but the man he’s more than certainly in love with on his knees sucking his cock like he was born for this. He only opens his eyes again about a minute later, when he feels Klaus pull away. He pants and looks as Klaus removes all his clothes, exposing himself to Stefan as he’s done many times before. Stefan closes the gap between them, resting his hands on the other’s man’s thin waist, biting his lip at the sight of Klaus’s slightly smaller but beautiful cock. He reaches out to touch it, but then moves his hand back to the other man’s waist and around him, resting both hands on his ass. He pulls him closer still and kisses him passionately as he slaps his ass, the Brit chuckling into the kiss. He keeps spanking and kissing him for a few seconds, then pulls his mouth away and pushes two fingers inside Klaus’s mouth. The latter sucks on them, moving his tongue around, then keeps his eyes locked in Stefan’s as he inserts a finger inside him. Stefan stretches Klaus out with two fingers and spanks him with the other, the Brit’s moans like music to his ears. Before long, he pulls his fingers out, spins Klaus around, and pushes him down gently until his elbows are resting on the sink, his ass sticking out at the perfect angle. He spits onto his fingers and rubs his cock, then enters Klaus, both of them moaning in unison, Stefan grabbing Klaus’s hips again. As soon as the tight heat of Klaus’s body surrounds his cock, Stefan’s breath becomes shaky with pleasure. He moves his hand almost tenderly across Klaus’s scarred back as he fucks him at a steady pace, the man beneath him moaning and moving along with his thrusts.
“Oh f-fuck, Stefan…”
Hearing his name moaned like that almost sends him over the edge, but Stefan resists and moves his hand to the Brit’s hair. He knows he loves having his hair pulled so he pulls on it, forcing him to throw his head back, making him squeal in pleasure.
“You… you feel so good…” Stefan mumbles
“Y-you too…”
Both men moan and pant as they fuck, Stefan’s love for Klaus growing stronger each second.
“M-more…” Klaus moans
Stefan knows what he means, so he obeys. He starts moving faster, harder, and he brings his free hand down onto Klaus’s ass again, harder than before. Klaus’s moans fill the room as Stefan pounds him, and soon enough the American feels ready to burst. So he pulls harder on Klaus’s hair, forcing him to move back until he’s against Stefan. The latter keeps a hold of his hair as he rests his other hand on Klaus’s hip.
“Cum for me…” He pants “Please, Klaus…”
Klaus nods and Stefan looks down at the Brit’s rock hard untouched cock as he lets go, moaning, and orgasming. It’s too much for Stefan, he cums as well, biting down on Klaus’s shoulder. Both men stay still for a moment, panting, until Klaus pulls away and washes his cum off of the sink. Stefan helps him, then both men get dressed and go back to the jet’s main room. They sit next to each other on the couch, in comfortable silence, their pinkies intertwined.