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Thursdays were always a nightmare at the airport. Tens of thousands of passengers made their way through the security lines and flooded the halls with national and international destinations on their minds. Most of them were business travelers, and most of them were cranky because traveling for business loses its charm after about the fifth trip in two months.
Renji remembered how excited he was on Thursdays when he first became a Transportation Security Agent. He definitely considered himself an extrovert at the time, but three years of the same bullshit was wearing him and his social battery down to nothing.
That was until he caught a glimpse of an angel a year ago.
Like clockwork, every Thursday the man made his way through Renji’s security checkpoint and looked at him with the stormiest pair of eyes Renji’d ever seen. He was a businessman, a wealthy one at that, who traveled globally to meet with many of his clients one on one.
From talking with him, Renji learned that the pandemic changed the landscape of international business, but while many companies shifted to online interactions exclusively, this man was committed to maintaining the personal connection he had with his clients as long as he was safely able.
At around 2:00 p.m., Renji noticed the man’s long, glossy black hair and calf-length felt coat near the end of his security line. His stomach flipped and he found it hard to concentrate on the people walking through his x-ray machine.
He kept glancing over, wondering if the man ever felt as giddy as he did to see him. Most of the man’s face was obstructed by the mask, but his eyes were exceptionally expressive and frequently pinned Renji down in a way that made him squirm.
They’d reached a level of familiarity where their banter was bordering on flirting. The man had a way of wording things such that it took Renji a moment to realize he was in fact being teased and flirted with. His voice was deep, yet mellow and monotone. It brushed at Renji’s ears like the softest velvet and ignited a fire deep in his gut.
As the security line moved, they made eye contact. The man arched one of his thin brows in greeting before looking down at his phone again.
Fuck.
Renji wanted him. Renji wanted him bad. But he didn’t know how to broach the subject and last month he’d noticed something he didn’t even think to check for in the past. There, on the man’s left hand, was a simple silver ring.
Nothing had been said about it and the flirting hadn’t stopped between them, but it was maddening. The man wasn’t one to casually wear jewelry either; in fact, this was the first piece of jewelry Renji had ever seen him wear in the entire time he’d known him, so it was safe to assume the man had gotten married.
Or perhaps he’d always been married and only recently started wearing the ring. That seemed less likely, but Renji couldn’t fathom why the man would start flirting more brazenly right before his wedding. He didn’t seem the type… but Renji really didn’t know him all that well.
When Renji looked up again to see where the man was standing, he couldn’t find him. He glanced around the security area but still didn’t see him, so he focused back on the older woman stepping through his checkpoint.
“Renji,” his superior officer called. “We pulled a couple randoms for a pat down. I’m gonna shift Ayasegawa over to take your place so you can get those done, and then you can head to break.”
With a sigh, Renji nodded. It was probably better that he didn’t see the man today, considering the ring development. He needed to get over his little crush, no matter how attractive and flirtatious the man was. He didn’t exactly want to lure the man out of a happy marriage.
When he rounded the room dividers into the private screening area, his heart leapt into his throat.
There he was. Tall, dark, and handsome and looking utterly peeved at the situation.
“Sir, this is Officer Abarai, and he will be conducting the screening. If you have any questions, let him know,” Renji’s supervisor explained before leaving.
Renji tried his best to swallow down the nerves running rampant in his body. This was his job. This was just a routine, randomized pat down. He needed to be professional. He’d done hundreds of these screenings before, what was one more?
“Byakuya,” he said smoothly.
“Renji,” the man replied, his eyes narrowed in annoyance.
“Do you prefer a private screening or are you fine right here?”
“Here is acceptable.”
“Alright, first, I’m gonna need you to remove your belt and shoes. Then, when you’re ready, spread your legs and hold your arms out for me,” Renji explained.
As Byakuya slipped out of his shoes and belt, Renji pulled on a pair of nitrile gloves and took a deep breath. When he turned back around, Byakuya was in the correct stance.
“Okay, so first I’m going to run my fingers along the inside of your collar, then brush my hands down your back and sides with the palms of my hand,” Renji explained before starting.
His body was lithe and strong underneath his crisply pressed light blue button down. Renji wondered if he was maybe a swimmer or a runner.
“Next, I’m going to run both hands down your arms, top and bottom.”
Mm, well the musculature in his arms suggested something less strenuous but still strength-building. Yoga, perhaps?
Renji bit the inside of his cheek before continuing. “Alright, now I need you to hook your fingers in your belt loops and pull your pants up as tight as you can so I can run my hands down your legs. I’ll use the back of my hands to run over the buttocks area.”
With an undignified huff, Byakuya did as he was told. Renji wished he hadn’t, but he was so grateful to the universe that he had. Byakuya’s ass was perfect. Firm, round, and accented by lean, strong legs. Legs he wanted wrapped around him.
No.
Professional. He was a professional.
When he was finished he stepped around to Byakuya’s front. The man’s gaze was unreadable but firm.
“You’re doing great so far, so same deal, I’m going to run my hands down the front of your shirt, then use the back of my hands to brush down and across your groin area.”
As he stepped closer, grey eyes followed him.
He definitely did yoga. His chest was toned and firm like the rest of his body but without an exorbitant amount of definition like he himself had. And his waist was so trim. He just wanted to wrap his hands around him.
He dropped to one knee to go over his groin. His eyes shifted up to Byakuya’s face as he ran the back of his hands down the front of his pants. The expression in his eyes softened slightly before they fluttered shut. Renji could hear him let out a slow exhale.
He was going to hell.
Renji was absolutely, without a doubt, going to hell. He was not a religious man in any way, and he didn’t even really believe that hell existed, but if it did, he was getting his one way ticket right now.
He did his best to focus on anything but the way Byakuya’s eyes closed when he touched him. Why did he have to make that face? Why did he insist on being so silent? Renji would rather he complained or made stupid comments like the other passengers usually did. But no. He was silent as the grave, with his eyes closed and eyebrows slightly pursed, looking like pure sin. Looking like he might be enjoying it.
When Renji finished, he stood back up and removed his gloves. “Alright, you can put your shoes and belt back on now. Let me just run a swab over these gloves and then we can get you on your way.”
Byakuya studied him for a moment. “I have a while before my flight. I came early today.”
It took everything in him not to sputter. “Hm?”
“You can take as long as you need; I’m in no rush,” Byakuya replied, avoiding his gaze as he redid his belt buckle.
Renji took a deep breath before walking over to the testing area. His heart was racing. He came early today. Was that his way of dropping a hint? Unfortunately, Renji was not a subtle person and he often needed things to be spelled out for him.
His coworker Ikkaku sauntered over as he waited on the results of the swab.
“Lover boy looked like he was lovin’ that pat down you gave him.”
Renji looked around to make sure no one else could hear them. “I told you to stop calling him that.”
“Sure, sure,” Ikkaku grinned. “Good on you for staying professional. I imagine it must’ve been hard for you.”
“Shut the hell up,” Renji groaned. “I don’t want anyone to hear you. I shouldn’t have even told you about this in the first place.”
Ikkaku laughed loudly and patted Renji on the back before walking away. “Have a good break.”
When the swab was cleared, he threw the gloves away and walked back over to Byakuya.
“Alright, everything is in the clear, so you’re good to go,” Renji said as casually as he could. “I have a break in a few, so maybe I’ll see you around.”
“I see,” Byakuya breathed, giving Renji a slow once-over. “Well, I have something I need to finish before my trip. Can you point me in the direction of somewhere I might be able to purchase a decent glass of wine?”
Okay. Yeah. He was dropping a hint.
Renji swallowed and quickly glanced down at the silver ring. He shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t. But maybe it was just an accessory? He knew his family was loaded. Stranger things had happened.
He scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. There’s a tasting room called Vyne down the C Terminal to the right. To my understanding, they have a good selection.”
Byakuya retrieved his laptop bag from the bin it was in and slung it over his shoulder. “Excellent. That is where I shall be then.” His eyes locked firmly on Renji’s. “I hope to see you again soon.”
Renji watched him walk away for a moment before turning back to his work and finishing the remaining screenings. When he was done, his supervisor sent him on his thirty minute break.
He walked to the break room and left his utility belt in his locker. He stared at his hoodie, chewing on his lip. It didn’t help anyone to be blindly optimistic and assume the ring wasn’t a wedding ring. Sure, it could be a family heirloom, but the simplest explanation was oftentimes true. Byakuya Kuchiki was married.
Was he really willing to pursue a married man?
He wiped his face with a hand and grabbed his hoodie out of the locker, closing it and resting his forehead on the door. Times were ever-changing, and polyamory was in now. Maybe he was in an open marriage.
Renji pulled the hoodie over his head and made his way down the C Terminal. Honesty was the best policy, right? He would just ask him. As he rounded the curve and came into view of the wine bar, he slipped his hands into his pockets and assumed a casual posture, scanning the establishment.
There he was.
He sat in an armchair, leaning back and scrolling on his phone, with one knee crossed over the other and a nearly-empty glass of red wine dangling from his right hand. A volt of anticipation shot through Renji as grey eyes lifted to meet his.
Renji wanted him. Desperately.
He continued to walk past the bar, casting one last glance behind him to see Byakuya finishing his glass, setting it on the small side table beside the chair, and grabbing his bag. Renji kept walking until he came to a hallway that wasn’t often used but led to a few conference rooms for the occasional staff meeting and a forgotten employees-only restroom. He just had to hope Byakuya was able to follow him.
He stepped just in the doorway of one of the rooms. The sound of light, confident footsteps started to come down the hallway, getting closer. Once Renji was certain he was just outside the door, he stepped into the hallway, grabbed Byakuya’s arm, and pulled him into the room, shutting the door behind them.
Byakuya’s hands were on him in an instant, throwing down his bag and grabbing his face, pulling him down into a bruising kiss. Renji’s arms wrapped around his trim waist and pulled him closer, leaning into the kiss.
It felt how he’d always imagined; passionate, smooth, and sensual. His skin was on fire in every place connected to Byakuya. He wanted to let the surge of feelings wash over him and pull him under, but there was still uncertainty lingering in his gut. He needed to know.
He pulled back, settling his hands on Byakuya’s hips and pushing him back against the door.
“I almost didn’t recognize you out of uniform,” Byakuya said, trying to catch his breath.
“Good thing my hair tends to be a dead giveaway,” Renji chuckled. He reached for Byakuya’s left hand and held it between them, glancing noticeably at the ring.
“Yes?” Byakuya said, arching a brow.
“Are you married?”
Byakuya studied him for a moment. “I am.”
Renji took a deep breath as he processed the answer. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have kissed him. He shouldn’t be holding his hips so possessively.
The fire in Byakuya’s eyes dulled a bit. “I understand if that’s an—”
Renji cut him off, covering his mouth and sucking on his bottom lip hard. He’d made his decision. Truthfully, he’d made it as soon as he’d pointed him toward the wine bar. He was so going to hell, but hey, Byakuya would be right there with him.
He wrapped his arms around his waist, lifting him up and pressing him against the wall. A soft groan came from Byakuya as their bodies collided. Those stupidly long legs wrapped around his waist and held him closer as he licked into Renji’s mouth.
Byakuya’s kiss was every bit as demanding as the rest of him and Renji couldn’t get enough. He sucked on his tongue as it ventured deeper, rolling his hips to further pin him down. Renji was so hard already, and from just kissing at that. The taboo nature of the situation was making every inch of his skin prickle with desire.
When they separated for breath, Renji dipped his head and sucked on Byakuya’s neck. He bit him gently; certainly not as hard as he wanted to. His animal brain wanted to mark him up in the most visible places but he knew better. This was a married man on a business trip of all things. Showing up to a meeting with a client covered in bite marks and hickeys wasn’t exactly professional.
Byakuya’s hand came up and gripped Renji’s hair and used it to push him down until he was on his knees in front of him.
Renji did not have to be asked twice.
He made quick work of the belt, shoving the man’s pants and boxers down enough to reveal his beautiful cock. A generous drop of precum glistened on the tip. The sight of it made his mouth water and he instinctively dove in to lap it up, eager for a taste.
Byakuya groaned above him, his head thrown back as Renji salivated enough to send him sliding to the back of his throat in one fluid motion. The severe scowl in his brow spurred Renji on; the faster he sucked, the more he was enveloped in the warm scent and flavor.
“Enough,” Byakuya panted, yanking him away by his hair. His lips were parted and his cheeks were flushed a dark peach. He reached into his pocket and threw a condom down at Renji. “Fuck me.”
There was something so demeaning in the way he ordered him around, and it stoked the flames even higher. Renji retrieved his own cock from his pants and put the condom on.
“Turn around,” he said, stroking himself a few times.
“Make me,” Byakuya replied, looking offended at the assertion he should do anything for himself.
Renji growled and flipped him around forcefully, shoving him into the wall. He gripped a handful of his hair and craned his neck to the side, leaning closer. His breath warmed his own face as he dragged his tongue up that gracefully exposed neck.
While his left hand pressed Byakuya’s face into the wall, he used his right to push his fancy slacks down to his ankles.
“Spread your feet and arch your back,” he said, sucking at the skin just under Byakuya’s ear.
When he moved, Renji dipped his fingers down to feel that the man’s entrance was already stretched and lubed.
Maybe he was married to a man.
“Someone else fuck you today?” he asked, plunging two fingers in without warning.
His groan was guttural as Renji’s fingers curled into him.
“I opened myself up in the bathroom; I figured a plug would show up on the scanners,” he replied, panting softly. His ass pressed further back against his hand.
“I would’ve felt it earlier,” Renji grinned. He tightened his grip in his hair, biting down on his ear while slipping a third finger in for good measure. “But you didn’t answer my question, sweetheart.”
“Didn’t take you to be so jealous,” Byakuya taunted, grinding his hips back. “I have a wife, to answer your question.”
No wonder he needed to be filled so badly.
“What jealousy?” Renji chuckled darkly, removing his fingers to stroke himself once before pressing his cock up against Byakuya’s slick entrance. “No one to be jealous of when I’m the one inside you.”
It sounded like his cock shoved the air out of his lungs as he slid further into place. Byakuya whined and shifted his hips, taking him deeper still.
“Move, damn it,” he gritted out, glaring at Renji from the side of his face not pressed against the wall.
“Yes, sir,” Renji said, punctuating his words with a harsh snap of his hips.
As he set a brutal pace, he snaked his free hand around to jerk Byakuya in time. The sounds he was making were angelic and pornographic; he delighted in their freedom to make noise, tucked all the way back in such a forgotten wing of the airport.
“Fuck,” Byakuya moaned, eyes fluttering shut. “Don’t stop.”
Renji’s stomach knotted with every thrust. How was he supposed to last when Byakuya sucked and squeezed at him so desperately? Every press of their bodies together brought him closer to the end of his rope.
He loosened his grip on Byakuya’s hair in favor of wrapping his hand around his throat, forcing his head back and his face towards his own so he could cover his mouth with a sloppy kiss. He could hardly keep his momentum at such an awkward angle though.
Straightening his back, he shoved his two middle fingers deep into Byakuya’s mouth. The man’s soft tongue rubbed up against the pads of his fingers.
“God, you feel delicious,” he groaned, eyes transfixed on the way his fingers were being sucked.
Byakuya moaned in response. His legs were shaking and his cock was leaking so much Renji struggled to keep a hold on it. He wanted nothing more than to lap up every last drop but he was losing himself in the perfection of his ass.
“Oh, shit, Renji,” Byakuya gasped. “Oh god, I’m coming.”
He spilled out into Renji’s hand as Renji’s hips refused to let up. Byakuya’s slick hole squeezed at him, beckoning him deeper and deeper still. Byakuya slumped against the wall as Renji chased his own end.
A moment later and he was spilling out into the condom; what a shame he couldn’t actually fill such a perfect ass.
While Renji cleaned them both up, Byakuya squared his shoulders and looked him dead in the eye.
“How much do they pay you?”
“What, TSA?”
“Unless you work another job,” Byakuya replied, brow arching in annoyance. “Whatever the amount, I’m prepared to double it.”
Renji blinked. “You want to hire me? For what exactly?”
“On the books, I am in need of a guard to accompany me in my frequent travels,” he explained. “I’m a high-profile person of interest in several of the countries in which I operate. It is not advised that I travel alone any longer.”
Renji crossed his arms to watch Byakuya refasten his belt. “And off the books?”
Byakuya’s eyes twinkled. “I want you to fuck me whenever I so desire.”
“So you basically wanna be my sugar daddy?” Renji asked.
“I prefer to think of myself as an employer who offers an excellent benefits package.”
Renji laughed at that. “What about your wife?”
Byakuya scoffed. “She suggested I hire a guard; she worries for my safety while traveling. I’ve had several close calls in my most recent travels.”
“I barely know you,” Renji said, stepping closer and staring down at the man. “Why should I quit my dayjob to be your travel-whore?”
Byakuya pulled a business card out of his suit jacket and handed it to Renji before righting his clothing and retrieving his bag from where he’d thrown it earlier.
“You probably shouldn’t,” he replied, opening the door but looking back with a twinkle in his eyes. “If we’re caught, we could end up imprisoned, or worse, in several of the countries.”
He paused and studied Renji’s face.
“I can tell you’re not ready to make that sort of rash decision yet, but if you do decide you want to take the risk, give me a call.” He turned back towards the hallway. “You far exceeded my expectations. Let’s do this again sometime.”