KLM671 – Amsterdam to Montreal

We’re all pretending to be asleep. But my left eye is open. The coat has shifted from his lap, where his cock is pointed hard towards his belly, his boyfriend’s hand pumping. His right eye is open, watching me watch. The arch in his lower back steadily increases. He presses his shoulders into the backrest. Stops breathing.

His come a white smear across his jeans. I dip my finger in, close my eyes, suck it off.