A/N: Another fic in the last few days?? who am i?? Itâs another clichĂ© one and this is my first piece with some smut in it so it could be v cringe worthy, but I gave it a try anyway. Enjoy!
âș London, Departure: 18:10 â DELAYED
You looked at the flight schedule board with disappointment and felt more annoyed than ever. Being a flight attendant, you thought they would at least keep you up to date on delays or cancellations. But there you were, waiting all alone in Sydney International Airport for your 15 hour long shift. You texted your best friend Gemma, who was also a stewardess, asking what sheâd be doing. When you started working as a flight attendant, one of your main concerns had been not finding anyone youâd connect with. But during the attendee training period, you luckily met Gemma and you instantly clicked. Even more fortunate, that you two started working for the same company, sometimes getting to work on the same plane together.
You got a text back almost immediately, saying she was putting her crew discount to good use by exploring the relaxation area. You decided not to bother her any further, completely understanding her need for some quick resting. You could text other people from the crew, but decided against it, rather exploring the airport on your own for a while.
There was definitely no hate between the rest of the cabin crew. In fact, you didnât just get lucky with meeting Gemma, but also the rest of your coworkers. Everyone got along with each other, making the work environment better than ever. But spending 15 hours straight working in an enclosed space, with no rational way of escaping, was tiresome no matter the person you were with.
You walked by a bar, Peroni written in bright lights on top. It looked cozy and good enough for you to wind down a bit before your flight. You sat down and ordered a glass of wine. Obviously, you could not get drunk, not even slightly tipsy before work. Just one glass wouldnât hurt anyone. Especially if you had to wait for a couple more hours, you thought it would be worked out already. The bartender brought you your order and you contently took a sip. Looking around you, you noticed the area was busier than ever. People were having dinner or sharing a drink, all waiting for different flights to depart. Despite the high number of people in the bar, your eyes wandered to one particular tall beautiful man, seemingly scanning around for a place to sit.
To your luck, he found a seat next to you and ordered a beer. You couldnât avert your eyes away from him. Youâd seen your fair share of handsome Australian man in the short time being here. But this man really takes the cake. He felt like a walking enigma you wanted to unravel piece by piece. Dark, wild and messy looking hair and a dark stubble growing in. His face shape was a fascinating paradox as his cheeks were full but his jaw chiseled to perfection. Near his mouth you spotted three little moles, each adoringly complimenting his face.
âHas anyone ever told you itâs not polite to stare?â he gave you a stern look, raising one eyebrow to question your intentions.
Heat rose to your cheeks, the handsome man caught you red-handed while you were shamelessly checking him out. You completely forgot to be subtle about it. The rich accent undeniably brought tingles to your core. Traveling around the world so often you had heard many different accents, but his voice seemed the smoothest and richest out of them all.
âI-I, uhm, Iâm sorry. Didnât mean to stare. I was just bored and waiting and looking around me and you were right there being pretty and-â you didnât know why but somehow you were not able to form any coherent sentences.
Then his serious face turned into a charming look and he chuckled âIâm just messing with you, darling. Feel free to stare. âS not every day you get to see a face like this.â He winked cockily and took a sip of his beer.
You knew he was joking, but you couldnât help but think he was right. Feeling more comfortable and playful, you lightly hit his arm and let out a laugh of relief.
He held out his hand, waiting for you to shake it in return. âIâm Calum.â He shook your hand and gave the most adorable little smile. It surprised you how he easily he got your heart warming up to him within 5 minutes of meeting each other. You told him your name in return and thatâs where your conversation took off.
It started mostly with him asking about you. You told him about your life, telling him random family stories and how youâd become a flight attendant. You even told him about the crazy things you and Gemma had experienced on planes and he enjoyed every minute of it. Everything seemed to go so effortlessly. At first, you could tell he was a bit hesitant to talk about himself. After you rambled on for ages, he got more comfortable around you and started to tell you all about his life too. He had one sister who he was about to visit, since she didnât live in Australia anymore. He told you about his dog back at home, showing you a whole slideshow of pictures on his phone. And the most surprising thing he told you was that he played the bass in the band he started with three of his best friends.
5 Seconds of Summer, they called themselves and you were sure youâd heard of them before. You remembered hearing the radio play Youngblood, but you had never actually seen the people from the band.
A few hours went by and your chairs ended up closer to each other. His hand had settled on your lap, while his thumb was tracing different light patterns. Your mind was fogging up, stomach doing somersaults and whole body was heating up. It almost felt as if you were drunk. Not because of that one glass, since you had been responsible. It was because of the handsome man in front of you, truly intoxicating in every way possible. You never thought youâd meet someone like Calum out of all people in this busy airport, but you definitely didnât question it. You also wouldnât question it if he were to lean in for a kiss right now, totally not caring about what the bartender would think. The conversation came to a stop, since the both of you felt the atmosphere changing. The rumbling of the other people could be heard, mixed with the match being played on screen. The grip of his hand on your thigh became stronger. You could see the glimmer in his eyes as he had a fixed stare on your lips. And youâd never expected yourself to say it but you did.
âIf you want, you can kiss me.â
He looked back up into your eyes. He was taken back a bit by your blunt words. Nonetheless, he smirked shortly before he inched closer and parted his lips slightly. You leaned in too as your hand went to his cheek, his stubble leaving a tingling sensation in your hand. Both of you seemed to inch in closer and closer and you could already imagine his lips against yours, feeling like heaven. As you were about to close the space, you felt your phone vibrate in your jacket.
Fuck, you thought. Why did you have to get interrupted at a beautiful moment like that? Calum cleared his throat, his hand awkwardly moving from your thigh back to his side. You unlocked your phone and saw a missed call and text from your crew leader, saying youâd have to get to the plane immediately as it was getting ready to let passengers on.
âShit, Calum. Iâm sorry Iâve gotta go. Duty calls.â You jumped out of your chair, no time for giving him a proper goodbye as you started sprinting to the right terminal. You got even more worried when you realized Sydney Airport was bigger than you had in mind. Your little company at the bar had you completely distracted for some good couple of hours.
Fortunately, you found the terminal faster than youâd imagined and started to make yourself a bit more presentable by tying your hair in a mandatory tight lower bun and putting on a light layer of makeup. On late flights you sometimes wished you could work bare faced in your joggers. But you had to represent the company. Now that you got ready, you went on to help your team prepare for boarding.
After a delay of 3 hours, the passengers finally got to board the plane to London. You were in the area between the business and economy class, helping everyone find their seats and stowing luggage where needed. As soon as everyone got seated, you and Gemma got up to the most front area, life jackets in hand, ready to demonstrate while the safety video played on the screen. You always hated this part and never really understood why youâd have to stand there like an idiot, pointing out the emergency exits and demonstrating how the vest worked. You knew it was vital information, but the exits had bright red signs on top of them, and a video was playing in which everything was showed loud and clear for fucks sake. But it was part of your job. So, you got up to the front on the left side and gave a heartwarming smile to the passengers.
Barely anyone even paid attention to the two of you, most of them focused on the screen in front of them. As you looked around, you saw one pair of familiar eyes looking back at you. It was the guy you met at the bar. Cocky smile, heavy eyebrows and an adorable nose. Calum was here and he had his complete focus on you. You tried to stay professional and keep up with giving directions. Nobody has ever made you feel nervous, not even during your first days of working here. But there was something about him, that made your insides squirm like crazy. And you couldnât help but stare back at him, imagining as if there were no other passengers.
He told you he was about to visit his sister. But it never crossed your mind that she could be living in the UK. You started thinking how you were possibly going to survive these next 15 hours with him here. Itâs not like you could just jump out of the plane. Could you?
When you were done, you went to the back of the plane, walking beside Calumâs seat. Before you could walk past him, he grabbed your wrist carefully, gaining your attention.
âFancy seeing you here, miss.â The same smirk evident as when you met him at the bar.
âI could say the same for you, sir.â You gave him a smile and had to get in place in order for the plane to take off. Â
Ever since the plane has been in the air, it had been the most frustrating flight yet. You had been assigned to the front part of the plane, meaning youâd be seeing a lot more of Calum. And he definitely used that to his advantage.
Every time he would press the âask for helpâ button, he knew you would be at his service. Heâd abused the button, just to hear you say âhow can I help you, sir?â And you sure played along, making sure you put on a more sultry voice and emphasised that last word.
He would need help with every little thing, just so he could see you. Ordering a gazillion drinks, asking to see the menu, dropping things âaccidentallyâ on the floor just so youâd have to bend over to pick it up. Even coming up with the stupidest excuse of his window shade not properly working, just so you had to bend over him to check if it worked. It was a good thing the seat next to him was empty, because his flirting wouldâve been nothing but blatanly obvious to everyone with eyes.
The peopleâs internal clock was set on sleeping time now. The lights in the plane were turned off, only guiding lights on the floor were visible. The whole plane was asleep but it was your duty to walk through the isle, checking up on everyone in case they did need help. It was too dark to tell if Calum was hiding his face under his blanket while he was sleeping. You just assumed he was since he didnât try to get your attention as you walked by.
As you were ready to walk through economy class, you passed the lavatory. Suddenly, the doors opened and you felt hands pull you from your waist into it. You let out a small yelp, but shock turned into excitement as soon as you saw Calum. He was sporting that stupid smirk yet again and you smiled back automatically.
âWhat dâyou think youâre doing?â You were almost sure you knew what he was trying to insinuate, but you just wanted to hear it from him, before giving in. His hands were still on your waist, keeping you close as there was barely any space left. The business classâ bathroom was slightly bigger but still not the best place to meet up.
âPretty sure we had unfinished business to take care of.â His voice sounding deep and raspy, before his lips crashed against yours feverishly without hesitation. No slow inching towards each other. He couldnât wait for that anymore. He needed you and you needed him too, more than youâd thought.
He carefully sat you down on the sink, still holding on to you as you barely fit onto the tiny area. And there you were, your body half supporting on him, half sitting on the sink. You clumsily took off his hoodie and were welcomed by his beautiful tanned body. He undid your tight bun and let your hair loose. Meanwhile, you started peppering his skin with red lipstick marks as you made your way down. You could tell he enjoyed it as he let out whispering sounds of pleasure. But before you could go any further and he got carried away under your touch, he grabbed your jaw and pulled you back up.
âYouâve been working hard all night. âS time for you to enjoy yourself.â He kissed you again and lifted your skirt up. Your legs were loosely wrapped around his waist for support. He dragged his hand up your legs, teasingly running it back up and down, before settling his big hand on your heating core where you needed it the most. His fingers were rough yet leaving a fragile trail of fire on your legs. Never in a million years had you thought youâd be doing this, especially not with a bassist you just met a few hours ago.
Wasting no time, he pushed your underwear to the side and delicately ran his fingers over your wetness. Heâd been teasing you the whole plane ride long, building you up for this moment. After what felt like hours of just barely touching you, you felt the desperation rise and wanted to beg for more. He could already read you like an open book, and instantly started to enter his finger. First one finger, then another was added. His digits were moving faster than you could handle. His eyes, full of lust, were locked on yours, intensifying every feeling inside of you. As you tried to gasp for breath, he kissed you again, making sure to swallow in your moans. You made a mental reminder to thank him for not letting you wake up everybody.
Everything felt so overwhelming, almost as if no one had touched you down there before. He definitely didnât lie about being a bassist, because his fingers seemed to find every right spot, playing you like he plays his bass. You were convinced he was the best bassist in the world with the way his fingers skillfully worked on you. Your nails were scratching his back with no holding back, undoubtedly leaving marks. You tried to arch your back in the enclosed space, making yourself ready for the feeling you felt building up inside of you. But before you could find your release, Calumâs lips pulled away from yours and so did his fingers. Â
âSir, please.â You were a desperate moaning mess at this point, using the pet name you knew would get to him. And it worked, because Calum absolutely lost it and almost came right then and there. Youâve been calling him that name all throughout the flight and now he got to hear it with a hint of desperation and lust.
It got to the point where he couldnât even hold himself back anymore, making him forget to be gentle for a second as he pulled you off the sink and turned you around to slightly bend you over as far as possible. Your skirt was already bunched up around your waist, underwear to the side. He unzipped his pants and let his member out. Not even a beat after putting a condom on, he pushed himself inside you.
âFuckâ you couldnât help but moan louder than intended. It seemed as if he knew you for years with the way he worked up your body. He got you reacting in ways you never thought you could. It felt like pure bliss how he filled you up. One of his hands found your mouth, trying to keep the screams of pleasure inside.
âBe quiet, love. Donât wanna get caught, right?â
You nodded your head, his hand still over your mouth. And he kept it there as he forcefully pushed himself as deep as he could. Youâd never felt so good before, wanting to scream out loud. But you couldnât, which was like a mix of frustration and pleasure when he moved again.
Completely under his control, he kept on pushing deeper and harder, if that were even possible. The hot short breaths in your neck, turned into gentle and rough kisses, and everything became way too much at that point. His kisses, rough grip and deep thrusts were a dangerous mix, almost becoming addictive to you. One of his hands was tight around your waist, keeping you close. While the hand over your mouth was now roaming over your body before settling on holding one of your hands, intertwining them with his own. You felt your heart swelling at the little intimate gesture.
You bit on your lip hard when your body started to tense up. It almost felt impossible to not scream out his name when you found your release. And when he felt you tense up, he tried to sync himself up with yours. Shortly after you relaxed, you felt him come undone too. Both of your chests heaving as he slowly moved out of you. You were waiting on each others breaths to slow down again when he gave you one last soft kiss on your shoulder. He turned you around, now facing each other and you couldnât hold back your smile. He gave you one of the most angelic smiles in return, both of you surprised yet content with this sudden act. In the moment, you couldnât stop yourself from giving him one more sweet lingering kiss on the lips and you were even happier when he kissed you back the same way. It was strangely amazing how he could balance rough and gentle, giving you pleasure and comfort at the same time.
You helped each other clean up. From the lipstick stains on his chest to the readjusting of your bun, trying to make it look like nothing had happened. He made sure to wait a few minutes before leaving the lavatory after you. And leave it up to Calum to playfully slap your ass one last time before you left.
15 hours have passed since the takeoff, and the plane was finally ready to land. After your little rendez-vous with Calum, you had both been sending each other knowing looks throughout the ride whenever you saw one other. Somehow, you had gotten away with it without letting anyone find out and the two of you felt weirdly proud of that. Gemma mightâve sensed something was going on, though. You wanted to share it with her, but you also kinda liked the idea that it was a thing between just you and Calum.
As the plane landed, you got to the front door with some other flight attendants, smiles ready on your faces to wave the leaving passengers goodbye. You thanked each and every one for flying with your company and wished them a great day. It kind of made you sad when you saw the tall Maori man stand up from his seat. This could be the last time youâd see him, so you tried to savor the sight of him. You admired his strong arms when he reached for his bag stowed above him. It reminded you of how his arms supported you on the sink, bringing those sinful thoughts back to your mind.
When he got to the exit to leave, he stopped in his tracks and shook your hand, just like he did when you met at the bar. To your surprise, you felt a little note subtly being slipped into your hand and before he took off, he gave you one more glimpse of his enchanting smile, one youâve gotten to know all too well. You took a peek at the note and found a sweet message with an Australian number written down on it. Guess you hadnât seen the last of him yet.
