The Flight Attendant – Chapter 6

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The Flight Attendant – Chapter 5

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The House of ThorneR. Adrian Thorne ⏾⋆.˚

CHAPTER 6: FINAL APPROACH
Series Finale

Author’s Note
This story was specially commissioned for Erik Nicholas.
This was his idea, I just brought it to life.
If you’d like to commission a story, send me a DM.

HAWAII WAS NICE. Had nice ocean views, relaxed under the sun, chilled with Lena by the pool, had a few drinks—oh, and I got so much dick…and ass that I didn’t even know what to do with it all. Captain Baylor was always a good time, McKinney watching was hot as fuck, and getting railed by Gabe and then taking turns fucking France—chef’s kiss.

I typically get my fair share of dick, but this was a little above and beyond the usual menu. Now we were headed back to the airport. The hotel had been kind enough to press my uniform, and I took a little extra time polishing my shoes, making sure I looked sharp for the flight back.

When the shuttle dropped us off at the terminal, I felt like I was leaving vacation even though we’d only been here for two days—well, technically a day and a half. Still, it felt like it had been a lot longer. We grabbed our roller bags from the luggage compartment and made our way inside the terminal. After flashing our Known Traveler badges at security, we bypassed the checkpoint and marched in a single file line down the concourse toward our gate.

Once we got to the gate, another flight attendant stood behind the counter. A man in a crisp uniform, reviewing paperwork on his tablet.

“You the crew working this plane?” the man asked, looking up from his tablet. His eyes swept over our group with professional assessment.

“Yessir,” I said. “All the way to Charlotte Douglas with a stopover in Hartsfield-Jackson.”

“Nice, that’s where I’m getting off,” he said, flashing what toothpaste commercials would refer to as a dazzling smile. He was a little taller than me, shaved head, mahogany skin, strong features, full lips, and hands as big as my face. The kind of hands that could probably palm a basketball—or do other interesting things.

Damn, he’d give both Gabe and France a run for their money.

“You gotta love airlines—they just shuffle us around like little chess pieces,” I said with a sigh. “Anyway, I’m Neil, this is Lena, and that’s Gabe in the back with his headphones on, probably pretending he can’t hear us.”

“Andre,” he replied, extending his hand with a warm, genuine gesture.

Lena cut in front of me before I could shake it and offered hers first, practically elbowing me out of the way.

“Enchanted,” she said in that overly dramatic voice she reserves for situations like this.

“Lena, stop being Meredith Grey.”

“First of all, if I were any of them, it’d be Cristina Yang. Get it right,” she said, rolling her eyes at me like I’d just committed a cardinal sin.

“You have such a nice smile,” I said to Andre, ignoring her completely and redirecting the conversation back where it belonged.

“Likewise,” he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that suggested he genuinely meant it.

The gate agent handed me some paperwork and opened the door to the jet bridge. I glanced over the manifest quickly before tucking it under my arm.

Lena was on my heels the entire time.

“Let me guess, you’re gonna fuck him too?” she whispered, her voice low enough that only I could hear.

“Lena, you think so little of me.” I paused mid-step and looked back at her with mock offense. “Yeah, if given the opportunity I’m gonna let him bang my brains out.”

She rolled her eyes, but I caught the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. We kept walking down the jet bridge.

On the plane, we started all the preflight stuff—checking emergency equipment, stowing our bags, reviewing the passenger manifest more thoroughly. In reviewing the manifest, I learned that the upper deck would be completely vacant. Oh, the possibilities that presented.

Lena sauntered past me, and I noticed there was an extra spring in her step.

“Lena, you’ve been practically skipping since we left the hotel,” I said, looking up from the galley cart I was organizing.

“Have I? Hadn’t noticed,” she replied, a smile creasing across her face as she adjusted the coffee pot.

“Spill!”

“Well if you must know,” she said, getting quiet and coming in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “it turns out young Gabe likes to eat from both sides of the buffet.”

“You didn’t!”

“I did and I let him eat my buffet all night long,” she said, turning back to the coffee pot with a satisfied grin.

“Damn, that guy must be like the energizer rabbit,” I said, half in disbelief, half not surprised at all.

“I can confirm, he is indeed part rabbit,” she laughed.

I threw a rag at her and she sashayed out of the way, catching it mid-air with a flourish.

Baylor, McKinney and France—who was serving as relief officer on this trip—boarded and headed up the stairs to the flight deck. McKinney took Baylor’s bag with him, but Baylor stayed behind, joining Lena and me at the door as passengers started to board. We did our usual greetings and thanked the passengers for choosing to fly with us when they had a million other choices in the world, but quite frankly, we were the cheapest of all the major airlines so I’d pick us too.

Boarding took about half an hour with a half-full cabin. Captain Baylor headed back to the flight deck for his pre-flight checks. With Andre was deadheading back to Atlanta, I put him in business class since we had a few extra seats.

I sat in the opposite stall and slid the partition down.

“Hope this is comfortable enough,” I said.

“Dude, really, I could have just hung out in the crew rest,” said Andre.

“Hey—it’s all good. I mean don’t expect business class service but we’ve got plenty of room.”

“Ya know, I’ve worked for this airline for three years and I’ve never flown business class,” he said.

“Well I guess I get to take your business class virginity.”

I couldn’t stop the words even if I tried. I was immediately mortified and just stared at him waiting for him to commence with the awkward silence. Instead he laughed.

“That’s a good one,” he said.

“Okay, I better get back before I say something else embarrassing.”

I took in one last smile, pulled up and locked the partition and walked back toward the galley.

I came back to find Lena standing over the galley table as if she were praying.

“Are you okay?”

“No—I’m not okay.”

I frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Guess who’s going to visit family in Atlanta?”

“Help me know what that means?”

“Did you not check the manifest?” Her tone was somewhere between exasperated and amused.

“Yeah,” I said, pulling it from the compartment. I scanned it like I always did, but then I noticed a familiar name in the economy section. “Well, well, well,” I said, peeking out from around the enclave. “47G returns.”

“If we crash on a deserted island and this turns into Lost,” she said, collecting her safety equipment, “I’m eating them first.”

The safety video played, then Captain Baylor made his usual announcement over the PA, thanking the passengers again, letting them know about the potential for a rocky takeoff as we reached altitude, time of arrival in Atlanta and how the weather was basically the same as departure. He concluded his announcement in the same fashion he always did.

“Flight attendants, prepare the cabin for takeoff.”

We completed one last round of safety checks, confirmed the overhead bins were closed, ensured the doors were armed, completed a cross check, and I called up to the flight deck and informed the pilot the cabin was secure.

I buckled into the jump seat and looked down the aisle to see Gabe smiling at me from his seat in economy. He seemed like he was up to something but I couldn’t tell what. Whatever it was, I could tell he was having some naughty thoughts. Maybe about me, maybe now apparently about Lena too. I dimmed the cabin lights, so whatever it was, it’d have to wait.

Twenty-three minutes after takeoff we’d reached cruising altitude and the flight attendants all got to work on our initial beverage service. Lena and I had eight passengers in business class so we made quick work of getting it done before going back to our jump seats.

We had a long flight ahead—a meal service, and another snack and beverage service after that. About an hour in, Lena was out cold. From where she sat, she was out of the view of passengers and she looked cute, like a well-dressed doll, her head tilted slightly to one side. Just as I was about to close my eyes, my phone chimed. I pulled it from my vest pocket and tapped on the message. It was Gabe.

G: Whatcha doing?

P: About to watch the back of my eyelids.

G: I wanna sit in business class?

P: Why?

G: Because Janice is snoring.

I looked at my watch. We had a while before meal service.

P: Fine, but you’re going back as soon as we start meal service.

G: Deal.

I watched him walk down the aisle, moving quietly so as not to disturb the sleeping passengers. When he got to me he looked over at Lena and then back at me. I smiled and there was a brief moment of knowing and recognition.

“I thought you only drove stick,” I said quietly.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he said, walking past me and through the curtain into business class. About twenty minutes later he sent another text.

G: What if I said he wants to play?

P: What? Are you serious?

G: Dead ass!

My mind started racing in a million different directions, thoughts colliding and bouncing off each other like pinballs. I couldn’t focus on anything except him—Andre. This guy was like the Shemar Moore of flight attendants—not just cute—he was ridiculously handsome, impossibly charming, with that same confident swagger and megawatt smile that could light up an entire airplane cabin. He had this whole effortless thing about him and I liked it. A lot.

P: I got a better idea.

G: What?

P: Come upstairs in five minutes—lock the door behind you.

I slipped the phone back into my pocket and unbuckled my seatbelt, the click barely audible over the ambient hum of the engines. Standing, I smoothed down my uniform and crossed through the curtain that separated economy from business class. The galley was empty—everyone was either in their seats or occupied elsewhere. I opened the door to the narrow stairwell that led to the upper deck, and climbed the steps two at a time, my heart pounding with anticipation. I made my way toward the flight deck.

I rapped on the door with two knuckles and picked up the intercom phone next to the door.

“France.”

“It’s me.”

A moment later, the lock disengaged with a soft click and the door opened. Both Baylor and McKinney looked back over their shoulders.

“An issue?” asked Baylor, his hand still on the yoke.

“Not yet,” I said with a grin.

I walked over and looked at the console. Autopilot was engaged. Good. I placed one hand on the back of Baylor’s seat, then looked down and kissed him—deep and sloppy. He kissed me back without hesitation, his hand going to the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair.

“Gabe is bringing a little surprise up here and then we’ll have a real party.” I said as I reached down with my free hand and grabbed his crotch. His cock was already starting to get hard beneath the fabric.

“Oh fuck,” said McKinney, watching us.

Then I pulled away, turned to McKinney and gave him the same treatment. His facial hair was soft but his lips were even softer. I didn’t just reach down over his pants—I slid my hand inside the waistband and beneath. Wait a second—is he wearing a jockstrap?

I pulled back and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“Damn straight, baby,” he said, and I kissed him again, harder this time.

“Don’t forget about my nephew,” said Baylor from behind me.

I pulled off McKinney and looked over my shoulder. France was watching us with hungry eyes.

“I was just saving the best for last.”

I walked over and pressed my body up against his.

“Kiss me, Henry,” I said, almost demanding.

He looked over my shoulder to where his uncle was, then back to me and whispered, “We doing this in front of my uncle?”

“Not if you’re gonna be a little pussy about it.”

His eyes sharpened and he kissed me. It was so sudden I nearly lost my balance. I grabbed him back and pushed him out into the cabin area behind the cockpit. There were no seats for the first few feet which gave us plenty of room, but it was still an airplane which was in and of itself unforgiving. I kissed him back, our hands frantically searching each other’s bodies, grabbing, squeezing, exploring.

He was kissing my neck as we stood in front of the door to the flight deck. I looked over his shoulder at Baylor and McKinney, who were both watching us intently.

“Mmhm, fuck!” I said. Henry had his hands down my pants and was squeezing my ass, his fingers digging into the flesh.