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Finally, everyone was back on the plane, jetting off to their next destination after their last challenge. There were arguments galore and Lindsey still had no clue that the Tyler on the plane was in fact her old boyfriend, Tyler. Luckily, Team Chris Is Really Really Really Really Hot had managed to come first and were able to have some fun in first class.
“Haah…” Alejandro sighed as he fell into the seat behind him, sinking into the plush padding. Tyler sat down in the seat next to him, admiring the view of the clouds from the small window. “Mi amigo, I’m sorry about Lindsay.” He pulled a frown, trying to seem apologetic.
“Thanks, man,” Tyler responded, smiling at the kind gesture. “I can’t think of any other way to get her to remember me. I can’t give up though, she’ll remember me sooner or later.” Alejandro gently nodded his head while the jock spoke, his brows furrowing towards the end.
“Tyler, are you sure you would want to date someone who will forget you like that? If Heather forgot my name then we’d be over.” The Spaniard advised Tyler, his tone becoming serious. “It’s up to you, but just think about it. Should I get you a drink?” He bent over to get out of the chair when he noticed something in his peripheral vision.
Tyler’s eyes had darted to look behind Alejandro, he thought he had a stain on the back of his shirt but he saw what his eyes were level with. His ass. Tyler was looking at his ass. The same Tyler, who was just complaining about how he wants his girlfriend, was looking at another person’s ass. And a man’s too. And it wasn’t just a simple glance, he was ogling at it.
“S-Sure.” He stuttered out while Alejandro smirked to himself, maybe it’s time to put on a show. He strolled confidently to the bar that Izzy was manning. She smiled at the taller man and asked, “What can I get you?” In her hyperactive voice.
“Oh, a vodka raspberry and… Wait, no 2 vodka raspberries.” He asked, supporting himself with one arm on the bar surface.
“Hmm… I don’t know how to make them. How about a dynamite?” A goofy smile was painted on her face. Before he could respond, she began to pour the drinks with a scarily expert skill. She slammed the glasses on the surface, the overspill pooling together. He grabbed them and smiled before walking back to Tyler who was now in a reclined seat. Alejandro pulled down the table in front of the jock and smirked while bending over to put the glass on the table, pushing his backside out for Tyler to admire.
When Alejandro sat down beside him and reclined, he saw a strong flush on his face. “Mi amigo? Are you alright?” Tyler quickly nodded and took a sip of his glass. “Fine! No, I’m great Alejandro!”
“Mhm… You look awfully flushed.” Alejandro finished the drink and dropped the glass purposefully, clinking onto the ground. “Ugh.” He stood up and bent over, spinning to make sure his ass was in Tyler’s direct line of sight. He felt an explosion of boldness in his heart, and then, “Do you like the view, mi amor~” The Spaniard swayed his hips from side to side gently, bringing the jock into a trance.
“W-What?” He exclaimed as he snapped out of it. “I… Umm…” Alejandro laughed and stood back up. Slowly, he climbed on top of Tyler like a predator getting ready to eat its prey. “Why don’t you… Come to the confessional?” Tyler’s nose was bombarded with the smell of cologne and cinnamon. He climbed off of the other man and began a slow walk over to the confessional, turning his head and winking at the jock while on his way.
Alejandro closed the toilet seat and sat down, spreading his legs ready. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of cherry mouth spray. He squirted it into his mouth and put it away, admiring himself in the mirror before him. The door handle jiggled and the door flung open, Tyler walked in meekly and shut the door behind him, remembering to lock it from prying eyes.
“Why don’t you,” he patted his thigh, “take a seat mi amor?” Tyler sat down in the gap between Alejandro’s legs, straddling him. The Spaniard unzipped the red tracksuit, discarding it on the floor while Tyler began to unbutton the rest of Alejandro’s shirt. Now both men were shirtless, Alejandro slid his hands onto the swell of Tyler’s ass to bring him in closer.
Tyler moved his face closer in as he moved his hand under the elastic of the other man’s underwear, groping and shaking the mounds like they were play toys. Alejandro closed the gap, moving a hand to the back of Tyler’s head and clasping onto his hair. He pushed his tongue into the other man’s mouth, swirling around the jock’s tongue, their saliva mixing. The taste of the cherry mouth spray lingered on Tyler’s tastebuds, making him enjoy the kiss more and more.
“You’re such a good kisser!” Tyler broke the kiss to breathe while still playing with the other man’s behind. “How can someone be so perfect?” He whispered into Alejandro’s ear, making the other laugh.
“Thank you mi amor, why don’t you let me… show everyone you’re MINE.” He growled huskily, digging his teeth into the side of Tyler’s neck. He let out a yelp before a hand was met with his mouth. “Shhh, you don’t want anyone to hear you… Right?” Alejandro stuck two fingers in front of the other man’s mouth, which he gladly took into his mouth. The Spaniard latched back onto his neck, sucking and lapping his tongue on the skin.
Tyler moaned around the fingers in his mouth, feeling something jutting into his stomach. He slowly looked down and saw the outline of Alejandro’s straining cock. He placed his hand on the boner and smirked.
“Guys?” A voice rang out from the PA system in the toilet. Chris. “Just to let you both know, there’s a camera in here.” Their faces were drained of all the colour in them, and Alejandro pulled the fingers out of Tyler’s mouth. “S-So that means…” The jock stuttered out as he craned his head to look at the mirror.
“YOU’RE LIVE.”
“ALEJANDRO!!” A high-pitched voice screeched from another part of the plane on the verge of breaking the sound barrier, both of them instantly identified the voice to be Heather’s.
Chris started to speak again, a clear smugness in his voice, “All of your other contestants have been watching, I think you should go out and say hello.” The voice laughed before the PA crackled and his voice faded out. Tyler climbed off of Alejandro and stared at him in shock and panic. The Spaniard got up and unlocked the door, trying his hardest to remain somewhat confident. He grabbed his shirt, put it on messily and opened the door.
Stood outside the door were all the contestants, Heather and Lindsay stood front and centre. “YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD ALEJANDRO,” Heather screamed at him, Duncan and Leshawna holding her back from attacking him. “Oh Heather, we weren’t meant to last. We both know one of us was going to end it near the end, but I’m ending it now. And at least I have my boyfriend. What do you have Heather? Oh yes, NOBODY.” Courtney let out a laugh, making Heather turn her head and stare daggers at her.
Tyler walked out next, where Lindsay was waiting with a sad look on her face, “Tyler? I thought you loved just me…” He looked like he had seen a ghost. “Lindsay, I-I’m sorry but I’m not interested in you anymore. You can barely remember my name and Alejandro’s helped me realise who I truly am.” Tyler turned his head to look at Alejandro and smiled, “And I love him for that.”
He pulled Alejandro in for another kiss, making Heather fake gag and most of the others in the crowd cheer. When they got back into first class, they sat down in the same chair with Tyler in his lap while Alejandro played around with his hair.
“Thank you, Alejandro.”
“You’re very welcome mi amor. Should we continue what we started~?” Tyler groaned as he felt his teeth pierce his skin.