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He had a solid second to realize that the sound of feet behind him had followed him into the bathroom. Of course, in none of that time did he actually think to do anything about it, until a hand wrapped around his head and clamped down over his mouth, muffling whatever agitated shout he was about to make.
Maybe he should have reacted far earlier, but how was he supposed to assume that the bathroom, of all places, would be the place where he’d be accosted?
“Don’t make a scene,” a voice hissed low into his ear. Panic flared then slowly died as he felt a chest against his back, shoving him into the tiny plane bathroom. The door was shut unceremoniously with the back of the other man’s heel and his free hand reached back. Salim let out a breath as the lock clicked into place.
He opened his mouth to speak when the calloused palm fell from his mouth, but was cut short as strong hands forcibly spun him around. Lips mashed against his, swallowing whatever indignant sound he was about to make.
“Jason?” Salim asked redundantly as the two came up for air. His brain was still reeling from the intensity and the sheer delight at seeing the southerner.
“Yes, darlin’?” He answered like it was the most natural thing in the world. That lazy southern drawl was a low growl and he was pulling the Iraqi back in again. A tongue pushed past Salim’s open lips and took up the rest of the space in his mouth. He felt it brush against the underside of his palate, along his teeth, sliding up his tongue and twining into it. Salim was growing short of breath, and fast, dizzy with the lack of air, but he couldn’t pull away, not with his head pinned against lips and the wall—with how Jason was so eagerly devouring him.
At last, Salim managed to turn his head to the side, taking in a long breath, world sharpening as the oxygen returned to his lungs. Jason didn’t seem to mind, chasing and clinging to the corner of his mouth while he spoke.
“How—when did you—”
The marine laughed under his breath, shushing him with that alone. “Surprise,” he said, biting against Salim’s bottom lip and sucking on it. “Missed me?”
He didn’t have the heart in him to probe further, just chuckled a little and felt the tension from the events not seconds ago ease out of his shoulders. Fingers found their way into Jason’s short hair, still kept short to regulation length. He’d never broken out of that habit, his jaw still clean-shaven. “When have I never?” His voice was soft and full of endearment, so much so that Jason paused and pulled away, closing his eyes to let Salim press their foreheads together. He wasn’t one for tender touches but something about Salim just made it so right.
“But why the bathroom?” He mused out loud and Jason’s expression broke into that mirthy, boy-ish grin. Salim didn’t need a verbal answer as he felt something hard pressing against his thigh. The corner of his lip twitched up as he said, “eager, habibi ?” He reached down and traced a finger over his tented pants.
Jason groaned a little at the tease, bucking under the touch. “Didn’t feel like waiting,” he said. Something about the huskiness mixed with that southern drawl triggered primal feelings in Salim that he’d never recognized before Jason. Now he could get drunk on it alone.
He dove back in for a kiss, less intense—less like he was trying to brand the taste of Salim’s tongue, or so it felt—as his attention split to where his hands were working. The marine’s fingers fumbled a little at Salim’s belt, and he cursed a little. It made Salim laugh as he worked the buckle free and Jason made quick work of the rest of his pants, wrenching the zipper down with impatience.
“How do you want it?” Jason asked, breathless as he tugged down his clothes to start stroking his half-hard length.
Salim shut his eyes at the feeling, head growing limp against Jason’s as the touch ignited the warm pleasure working up his stomach. “I want to see you,” he managed to sputter out quietly. He felt lips start from the corner of his lips to trailing across his jaw.
“Yes sir,” he responded in kind, the words normally clipped now dragged and rasping. A reasonable request, considering it had been how long since they’d last seen one another?
He batted aside Salim’s hands as they started reaching for his own pants. “Mm-mm. You’re my pillow princess today.” While one hand worked with Salim, the other undid the button of his own pants and pulled them down. He sighed contently as his interested length sprung free from the constraints of his clothes.
Deciding he was aroused enough, Jason reached over to the sink and snagged the bottle of lube he’d discreetly placed there while Salim had been distracted with his mouth. While he squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers and warmed it up, Salim hastily kicked off his shoes and pulled his legs out of his pants. Jason didn’t give him the time to work his other leg out before he was pressing his chest back into him, hoisting a thigh up roughly and nearly sending him off-kilter.
“Jason!” Salim yelped, catching himself on one of Jason’s shoulders.
“Gotta be faster than that, sweetheart,” he responded with a grin. He’d managed to manhandle his knee into the crook of his elbow, pressing it against his side and holding it there firmly. With his hand supporting the bottom of his thigh, he kneaded it and gave a low whistle.
Despite himself, Salim blushed a little at the attention. The muscle there had softened in the few years after he’d left the guard. Now that he didn’t need to haul equipment and run all the time, there hadn’t been as much need to keep up shape. Coupled with his aging body well… He was no longer the muscled soldier, not anymore, and while he had no regrets, it was hard not to be self-conscious next to Jason’s lean form.
He must have caught onto the embarrassment, though, nuzzling his head into the crook of his neck so Salim could feel the short hair scratching against the lower end of his ear. “You look so good, baby,” he said, turning his head to speak directly into his ear.
“I’ve gotten soft,” he admitted.
Jason nibbled on his earlobe then spoke, hot breath wafting over his skin and sending a tingle down his spine. “Still fuckin’ sexy,” and by the possessive growl in his voice, Salim knew he meant it. “When we first met you were all meat and bones, hardly nothin’ to ya’.”
A shiver ran up his spine as fingers lazily reached below him, teasing around his rim. “I thought I managed well,” he bit back a swear as Jason chose that moment to press in.
“You did, and you still do,” he responded with a smug smile. Who could forget the time he’d hurled that stupid stick of his not five inches from Jason’s nose? The memory of him made him recall the adoration, mingling with the arousal he felt. It was only years later that the horror from that cave had faded away. Now he was left with only thankfulness for having brought the two of them together. His hero, his light at the end of the tunnel—all for him.
And fuck if he wasn’t goddamn gorgeous. Jason felt the flush on his face as blood somehow managed to go northwards. Apparently, there was an endless amount to how much was already down south.
He didn’t move as slowly as he normally did, likely due to the circumstance and his own impatience. “‘Sides, I’m into it,” he mumbled under his breath. Salim stumbled as a second finger pushed its way in, grip tightening on Jason’s bicep. “Sorry, can’t get you as loose as I want.” He let his fingers get to the knuckle before slowly scissoring them open.
“You’re telling me you—” he paused to catch his breath. Jason was gentle as he was impatient as he stretched him wide—wider—but it was the delicious type of stretch, one that made him whimper as he imagined what would come after. “That you aren’t always just impatient?”
Something about the bewildered expression he gave him had Jason chuckling. “And miss your pretty face? Not a chance.” Just to prove his point, he pulled his fingers all the way out, but let the tips of his fingers get caught on the rim. Salim sucked in air and the marine promptly pressed them back in, angling them just right. His proud grin somehow got broader as he felt him clench around his fingers, the first stifled whimper punching out of him. “Thought I’d forget where it was?” He took a bit more of Salim’s thigh in his arm and worked a soothing circle into the fleshy underside of his thigh to help relax.
“Careful, I’m not as young as I used to be,” Salim said, grip tightening and keening as the pad of Jason’s finger just rubbed small motions into the bundle of nerves, like he was massaging it in tandem with his leg. His other hand reached out, grasping for something, nails quietly scraping against the wall before ultimately lying flat.
“Oh, darlin’, you won’t be walking straight either way,” he promised easily. The tip of his third finger started pushing its way in. “Don’t got much time, think this is enough?”
Salim glanced down as he eased off, returning to just stretching him out. “Bold words.” Now it was his turn to grin at Jason’s expression. “Better get moving if I ‘ won’t be walking straight ’ after this.” His replication of Jason’s accent was horrendous—if the response was any indicator.
“You sure you want to test me here? Gotta stay mighty quiet if you don’t want the entire plane hearing the show,” he said, spreading his fingers one last time to make sure it would be enough. He licked a stripe up the column of Salim’s neck when he stumbled and bit his lower lip to keep quiet, then pulled out.
Letting go of Salim’s leg, he reached under his ass, got a good grip, and picked him up. Once again, the Iraqi yelped and leaned forward to grab the marine’s shoulders as he turned around in the small space, foot batting off the wall. He lowered him down onto the edge of the rounded sink. Just enough so he’d have some support.
“There, comfortable?” Jason asked, eyes flicking down to eye Salim’s thighs and what stood proudly between. Fuck, he wanted to just take him in his mouth, see the sounds just his tongue could coax out of him, but Salim had wanted to see his face, and he wasn’t too sure he could keep his mouth off his anyway. His eyes flicked upwards to the mirror behind Salim. Fuck , he was starting to have more ideas.
“Yes, thank you, hayati ,” Salim murmured in response, still easing a little from the second manhandling. The sink was cold and he felt a wet handprint on his rear, something he’d have to clean up after. He couldn’t care less, though. Jason’s brown eyes were warm and when he smiled, lines bunched up at the corners. He could look at that forever. It was startling how despite the years that passed, he never seemed to change. The lines around his mouth would crinkle the same way, his eyebrows would relax and quirk a little upward the same way it had years ago when they first met. The only difference was that now his eyes held a little more hope in them, a happiness Salim couldn’t remember seeing on the wrong end of the gun. Looking at him now, one might never guess where he’d been, or the things he’d seen.
“I’ll get moving, then,” he said, tearing his eyes away just enough to line himself up. Despite his impatience and his promises, he started slow. The head of his length pushed past his rim and he looked up at Salim to gauge his expression. “This alright?”
Salim sighed as he entered into him, willing himself to relax despite the coldness of the porcelain pressing into his ass and the pain in his tailbone. The passive vibrations from the plane were going straight through him; the droning was starting to fall into a white noise with the stimulation. He shifted his foot on the floor and nodded his head, not trusting himself to open his mouth if Jason so decided to move mid-speech again. For further measure, he pressed one of his hands over his mouth to make sure sounds wouldn’t escape him.
Jason eased himself in slowly, only gently rolling his hips once he was past the halfway point. Salim let the moan slip free when he felt him bottom out while Jason rubbed a circle into his shoulders, unable to keep up the rough swagger now.
He waited for him to adjust to the stretch, not needing to verbalize, moving his hand to his hip to ease the tension there as well.
“I’m… I’m alright,” Salim said and he took that as his cue, beginning with a gentle pull back, barely keeping himself in, before sliding gently back in, just a taste. He took one of Salim’s knees and held it to his side, once again holding it from beneath the thigh.
“Remember what I said.”
Remember what? He didn’t get a chance to ask and that thought was cut in half with a firm thrust, a promise for what was to come.
Slow, shallow motions at first, and from where he was half-sitting, half-leaning against the sink, he couldn’t help but met him in the middle. When he started to pick up the pace, though, he grasped the Iraqi’s length in a calloused hand and leaned forward, wanting to kiss, but too wary of disturbing Salim from where he was precariously perched as it were. Already, Salim was leaning back as far as he could, the sink digging into his back—for once, he was actually happy about the thin layer of fat that had come with age—one hand gripping the edge of the sink, the other on Jason’s shoulder.
It felt good—so right —for both sides. Jason pounded away like a hammer at that spot and Salim could feel his body going from rigid on that sink to pliant. So much so that Jason had to shift them once in a while so he didn’t fall off. The pleasure was cascading on him and he was already about to peak—
Jason stopped when someone knocked on the door. Catching his breath, Salim turned his head, eyes wildly looking to the lock to find that Jason had indeed locked it.
He could only imagine what they looked like. Jason, with his pants pooled around his ankles, hips flush against Salim’s, who had only managed to kick off one shoe and still had his pants hanging on one leg.
“Is everything alright?” A woman’s voice spoke through the door.
Jason decided at that moment that it would be the perfect time to start thrusting again. Salim would have glared at him had he the chance, but he was hitting that fucking spot .
“ You going to answer? ” He asked in a barely audible whisper, smug. He accentuated that by pulling back far enough so he was barely in, only to slam back in. Salim lurched, fingers scrabbling and accidentally sending the lube bottle skittering onto the floor. It dropped like a weight.
“Hello? Is everything alright in there? Should I come in?”
His expression was downright devious as he kept rocking his hips against Salim. He knew exactly what he was doing.
The sound of keys made every hair stand on end and he heard scraping against the door lock.
“E-Everything is al— hah —right.” He choked back a keen as Jason did it again, pulling far back enough to barely be in, before snapping his hips forward. Salim gripped his arms with both hands now, like it would be enough to stop him. “Ma’am,” he added, nervous that there was no answer. He hoped she overlooked the falsetto his voice had taken and swallowed hard.
She said something, but he didn’t hear it as Jason started moving his hand up and down his length, stroking and rubbing his thumb across the head. His mind blanked on the pleasure for a second, only to return to hear, “...sir?”
What had she said? “I’ll be—out in a— mmmn —ment.” His words were clipped short at every thrust and he was hoping beyond hope she hadn’t asked him anything seriously important. Jason was barely holding back his snicker, burying his face into Salim’s shoulder. His body was shaking and it took the Iraqi a second to realize that he was laughing . The bastard.
“Okay, sir. If you need anything…”
Please, just go! Salim begged her in his mind. Surely, she would have caught onto what was happening, if not by his own behaviour, then by the sound of Jason pounding away.
The sound of footsteps receding prompted Jason to resume again at full pace.
“Ja-ason,” he hissed, face burning at the prospect of getting caught, but there was not an ounce of shame on the marine’s face, and shortly enough, he wasn’t too sure if the words he was trying to say was even making it past his lips. Lost somewhere in the slew of Jason ’s and please ’s—if he were even saying words in the first place. Jason’s hand was massaging up and down his length with practiced ease, coaxing it back to hardness after it had flagged from the surprise, yet somehow, even with the split attention he never let up in snapping his hips.
It felt like he was trying to fuck him through the wall, not that he would have been surprised. Jason had no shame, apparently.
“Sorry, you’re too cute when you’re flustered,” he whispered quietly, but he wasn’t even sure if Salim was even hearing him, eyes a little distant, mouth open, and words reduced to quiet moans aborted with each huff of breath. He could feel him tensing around him and he gave him the luxury of taking his lips into a kiss so some sound would be muffled.
“Salim, baby, come for me,” he muttered into his mouth for just a breath, rubbing vigorously down his length. He did, clenching hard around Jason and spilling onto his hand while he kept rocking back and forth, gently guiding him through it. Jason shuddered, feeling the walls clench down on him and he pulled out, with just enough time to pull a few tissues from the complimentary box that had miraculously managed to stay on the counter. He came into his fist with a pleased, low groan.
The two of them came down, panting for breath, both red-faced and spent. Jason was the first to recover, peppering Salim’s face in kisses, allowing him the time to catch up in breaths.
“Sorry, baby,” Jason said quietly, sucking a bruise into his neck, just beneath his collar. “Couldn’t resist, not when you were doing so well.”
Salim was quiet, and for a moment, Jason worried he might have gone overboard in the teasing.
Then he spoke. “Dirty American,” he muttered. “When we touch the ground, it’s your turn,”
He arched his brow and paused. “Again? Never struck me as a voyeur—”
Salim elbowed him lightly on the chest as he reached over for a tissue to wipe some of the stains off his front. “You know what I mean.” He leaned forward to press a kiss of his own behind the corner of Jason’s jaw. “Or were you thinking about doing something with that dirty mouth of yours?” His eyes twinkled mischievously and Jason floundered for a moment.
“Plenty, sweetheart. Pick a place and I’m there.”
Fuck . Jason Kolchek and that voice of his did things to Salim’s knees.
bonus content lol
Jason was the first to walk out of the bathroom. Pulling the cap down low over his eyes, he looked unphased as he shut the door behind himself. Salim had ushered him out, saying he could handle pulling on his shoes on his own without Jason’s help—who had reminded him that he’d been the one to bring up his age earlier.
Now it was Salim’s turn. Shuffling out of the bathroom stall, he could feel the flush creeping up from his collar as he hunched his shoulders to walk down the aisle. He felt, rather than saw, the eyes on him as he cleared his throat to shuffle past the man he’d stepped over to go to the bathroom in the first place. The fellow had fallen asleep sometime while he and Jason had been ‘doing their business’ and eyed him as he squeezed past him into the seat beside him.
His ass burned and sitting hurt, but he tried to get comfortable and ended up leaning to the side a little.
Looking out the window as if it would save him from the embarrassment, there was merciful silence for a few minutes. It was only just as he began to hope that the plane’s occupants had forgotten about him that he heard the man beside him clear his throat.
“Jason?” The man asked politely beside him.
Salim’s face burned as he gave the man a sideways glance. There was something familiar in his friendly brown eyes and close-cropped hair. Something about the warm timbre of his voice that reminded him of low crackling flames.
His face must have said something because a grin cracked across the other man’s face and he nodded his head in quiet understanding. Looking back over his shoulder and down the aisle, he nodded and made silent hand gestures to someone. None of which Salim was paying attention to, mind, he was trying to suppress the embarrassment. He’d been that loud?
A few seconds later, he excused himself and stood up, then Jason was there, sliding nonchalantly into the seat like it was all planned. Winding an arm over Salim’s shoulders, he leaned against him.
“Sitting alright?” He asked, innocently.
Salim blanched. “You knew him?”
He shrugged in response. “If you mean all the people who know my name in this plane now, sure.” He winked. “You sounded mighty sweet, darlin’.”
Salim groaned and buried his face in his hands. He was too old for this.
“Or, if you mean some old buddies of mine who coincidentally happened to be on the same flight as us. Nicky wanted to say hello, Superman.”
The pieces clicked into place and Salim jerked his head around, catching sight of the marine, who gave him a nod and raised a hand in way of a wave.
“Please tell me I wasn’t that loud,” he said, already knowing the answer.
Jason laughed, only partially at his mortification. “Anythin’ for you, hayati .”