WAKING UP IN VEGAS [kholden]

[carson cain walker]

<sup>Shoving his journal down into his suitcase, Carson stepped out of the cab. It had been a spur of the moment decision to leave for Vegas, but Carson just couldn't take Chicago anymore. He needed to get out and Kholden would be his savior. As the cab pulled away, Carson stared up at the school in front of him. The only thing that got him on the Harding campus was his ability to look like Peter. People constantly walked up to him and randomly hugged him, tackled him or whatever. It was annoying, but always a nice reminder of how well loved his brother was. For some reason people just fawned over Pete, but Carson didn't really want to think about that. He wanted to concentrate on getting to Kholden before anyone else could come up to him. Carson knew exactly where Kholden's room was. He had been to the dorms before, helping Peter when he first moved in, but after that... finding Kholden's room was incredibly simple.

There was one girl in particular who had run up to him exclaiming, "PETER PAAAAN!" throwing her arms around him like it was something that happened everyday. Carson awkwardly pried himself away from the hug. "Yeah..." He started, raising an eyebrow. "I, uh, gotta go. In a bad mood." The girl frowned an said something about feeling better before walking away. Carson shook his head and began making his way toward Kholden's room again. He entered the boys dorm, sourly ignoring everyone who spoke to him. Seriously, how had someone not figured out that he wasn't pete? Finally, Carson reached Kholden's door. He didn't want to knock on it yet. There were still quite a few things for him to think about... more like tell himself not to do. First, Carson told himself that he wouldn't go crazy with the gambling. Second, Carson told himself that he would not do anything with Kholden that he would regret later. Third, well, Carson had to tell himself that as much as he wanted to... he couldn't stay in Vegas forever.

Carson leaned against the far wall, staring at Kholden's door. He still didn't want to knock because knocking would mean that he could screw up big time. But Carson also knew that he would eventually have to knock. There had been many storied passed down about guys going to Vegas and getting maybe a little to reckless. As much as Carson didn't want to be that guy... he also wanted to be that guy. He wanted to go to Vegas and have the time of his life. Who better to do that with than Kholden? The only thing was that Carson wanted to be able to remember the whole trip. Most guys that went could usually only remember parts... but Carson wanted this memory to last for a good while. He decided that the best way to take care of that... would be to not drink heavily on the way there or during the trip. That didn't mean he wouldn't drink... just that he wouldn't overdo it.

Finally Carson moved from his position against the wall and knocked on Kholden's door. "Coming in," Carson said, turning the knob. Kholden generally left the door open for him. He wanted to knock anyway... just in case Kholden was inappropriately dressed at the moment or not dressed at all. It would at least offer a little forewarning. He walked into the room, letting the door close behind him. Carson leaned up against the door with a smirk, "Ready to have the best time of your fucking life?"</sup>

[kholden phinneaus jackson]

<sup>Kholden hadnt expected carson to want to leave right away, but when he said something, well there was no way he was going to say no to that. Kholden could really use the early vacation. He called up to the airport to make sure that they could get a flight. The only one available was a red eye. Kholden didnt but about it either he payed for the tickets and they were first class as well, of course he was going to get them first class tickets, it how he rolled. The lady told him to just come up and give his name and an ID and they would give him the tickets.

After texting carson about the tickets, carson said he was going to get his stuff and be over. Hed been talking to Alex in the IC and he felt kind of bad, he felt like he had actually gotten through to her a little bit at least and maybe she would stop giving carson a hard time. Though when he had to cancel their plans he kind of hoped it wouldnt ruin the progress, he felt like a jerk doing it, but hey... carson was more important and come on ... its VEGAS!

Kholden knew he didnt need to pack much, just get the clothes hed taken out to wear back in after hed washed them earlier. Saying bye to Alex he got off shutting his computer off and cranking his stereo Guns 'N' Roses 'welcome to the jungle' was blaring through the speakers. He bobbed his head to the beat every once and awhile stopping to do some air guitar, singing along with as he then grabbed some extra things tossing them into his bag. He pulled a beer from his mini fridge and popped the cap taking a drink. He needed a little pick me up, it was going to be a long flight and as much as kholden loved going places, flying kind of freaked him out a bit.

He was looking around at his room, one hand on his hip the other poised near his mouth holding the beer bottle as he tried to remember if he'd gotten everything when there was a knock on the door and then carson was there, leaning against the door with his smirk. Puppy brown eyes looked over at carson and he returned the smirk. "Hellz yeah! he laughed. Beer for the road?" he asked pulling out a bottle and holding it out towards carson.

He grabbed his bag and his cell phone charger, shutting everything else off he headed towards the door waiting for carson to move out the way before shutting it and locking it. Lets get this shit going! he was seriously pumped. There was no doubt about it this was definitely going to the best time of his life... of carsons life too if he had anything to do about it.</sup>

[carson cain walker]

<sup>Carson watched Kholden continue to get ready with an amused smirk. When Kholden turned to look at him he had to hold back the smile that wanted to creep out. He reached out and took the bottle that Kholden held out to him. Staring down at the bottle Carson chuckled. "Alcohol already and we haven't even started." Maybe drinking a little on the way over to the airport it wouldn't be bad. "You think they'd let us take this on the plane? Security will probably shoot it down." He shook his head, looking up from the bottle. It really didn't matter. Carson had wanted the trip over to be slightly without influence. The trip over was one of the things that he wanted to remember. Carson wouldn't deny Kholden what he wanted to do. Sadly, if Kholden asked Carson to do much of anything, well, it would be done in a heartbeat. It was something that kind of bothered Carson, but at the same time he did owe Kholden whether Kholden would admit that or not.

Once both of them were out the door and ready to go, Carson dropped his things to the floor and reached out to grab hold of Kholden's shirt. Pulling Kholden close to him Carson leaned in with a grin. "Tell me, Kholden, have you ever thought about having sex on a plane?" Carson bit his lower lip as he loosened his grip on Kholden's shirt and let his fingers trail down to the waist of Kholden's pants, curling his fingers around the band of his pants. "Let's go show Vegas how real boys party." Carson let go of Kholden and picked his things back up. It was a good think Carson travelled light. He began to walk toward the dorm exit. Had he really just suggested sex on a plane to Kholden? Carson sighed, thinking that he was really going to mess something up before he even got to Vegas. He was too good at teasing and it was like he couldn't help but do it... especially to Kholden... the one person he really didn't need to be teasing.

Finally exiting the building Carson was glad to see the cab was still waiting. This would be easier than trying to find a car to take to the airport. Carson put his stuff in the trunk as well as Kholden's. He then popped the bottle open that Kholden had given him earlier and took a sip. Maybe Kholden wouldn't mind sharing germs with him. "Let's get out of this city." Carson said, more trying to motivate himself. He wanted to get out of Chicago and forget himself. Really, the alcohol didn't seem like a bad idea at the moment. He needed to cut back, but that could be saved for some other week. Carson slid into the cab with ease. He was used to riding in cabs and it never bothered him. Laying his head back, Carson closed his eyes, getting ready to take the trip of his life. Man he couldn't wait to get to the airport.</sup>

[kholden phinneaus jackson]

<sup>He gave a shrug and and another smirk. 'Never a bad time for a beer... he said. Besides. figured it would be good to get one or two in... you know make the ride ... a little more smooth.. he nodded. He would be happy if he werent aware of the ride, then again maybe with carson there it would distract him enough. Kholden gave a shake of his head as he finished his beer tossing it in the trash can. No I doubt that would fly.. he said and then stopped momentarily before letting out a small laugh. Heh.. get it... Fly! cause... going... on a plan.. he slapped his thigh. God I kill myself sometimes... he laughed again. Whoo... he sighed, anyway... he shook his hand a bit and then picked his bags up. Onward.

Once they were out Carson set his bags down, Kholden raised his brows at him questioningly not really sure what was going on. maybe hed forgotten something. He opened his mouth to ask but then Carson was there, taking a hold of his shirt. Kholdens breath hitched at how close carson was, it was just so unexpected, something carson tended to do around him and well Kholden wasnt complaining; he liked unexpected. Kholdens lips turned up to a sexy grin and his eyes dropped from carsons to his lips, they were so close he could feel his breath on his own lips as he talked. mm... who hasnt. He looked back up at Carson his eyes darkening as carsons hands slid down his waste.

When carson bit his bottom lip his eyes were instantly drawn back to them and he let out a small sound as he felt his hands take a hold of the waste of his pants. God he was seriously killing him. If they were pressed together right now, Kholden would not be able to deny the affect that Carson was having on him because it would be clear as day. God how he wanted to close that distance. Maybe he should, maybe thats what carson was waiting for.

Kholden nodded in agreement as he started to lean forward just as Carson pulled away. Inwardly he groaned in protest. Carson was such a tease, and Kholden always fell for it. To be honest he liked it, specially when it came from carson. He would let carson tease him all he wanted, even if one of these days it would most likely result in blue balls because seriously, he was so fucking turned on right now even from just that little bit. He subtly adjusted himself and followed carson out to the cab, tossing his bags in as well before getting in.

He told the driver which airport and leaned back looking over at carson his eyes heavy lidded, desire still burning in the depths of his dark eyes. He reached out running his fingers through carsons hair and once he got to his neck he drummed each finger on it and then dropped his hand, giving carson a lazy grin.</sup>

[carson cain walker]

<sup>Kholden had a point. There really was no bad time for beer. When Kholden started talking about the ride Carson had a strange urge to sooth Kholden and tell him that he wouldn't let anything happen. That was such a strange thought for Carson. He turned away from Kholden so that Kholden couldn't see him curl his upper lip in disgust. Carson wasn't the type that did that. Actually, Carson wasn't the relationship type. He had never had a real girlfriend or boyfriend. Not that Carson was too good for relationships, but he just didn't think that was something he deserved.

Carson, sadly, lived in a world where he was a lot harsher on himself than everyone else was. The fact that he was beginning to think like a softy wasn't even a good thing in his mind. With a simple nod to the rest of what Kholden was saying, Carson tried to focus on other things. He wanted to focus on the fact that he was going to Vegas with his boy- no- best friend and he was going to forget everything that had been bothering him this whole time. It was a time of getting away from the things that made his head spin… not inviting another.

All that thought about not inviting another thing to make his head spin was trashed as soon as the two of them left the room. Sometimes Carson did things that he just couldn’t help. In that moment that he had Kholden close to him Carson thought his will power was about to break. But no- he mentally screamed at himself, telling himself that he shouldn’t be tempting himself to do something that both he and Kholden would end up regretting. Kholden’s reaction to his question was exactly what Carson would have hoped it would be had he not been waging war on himself. But that meant, of course, that Carson would dare to find the edge of his limits.

The moment his fingers wrapped around the band of Kholden’s pants Carson wanted to get the fuck out of there. In that moment he could see everything falling apart, crumbling around him. Carson convinced himself to let go when he noticed the look in Kholden’s eyes. He had gone and sent an invitation that he never should have sent in the first place. It was too late, though. Carson had already sent the signal. He silently hoped on the way to the cab that letting go had been enough to make the situation go away. That was what Carson needed.

Once in the cab Carson thought he was home free. Carson figured that if he closed his eyes and distanced himself Kholden wouldn’t bother with him and he wouldn’t have to interact until the airport. At least the airport was a public place and Carson wouldn’t be as willing to jump Kholden and… not a good idea to think about that. He thought things were moving along quite swimmingly once he heard Kholden tell the driver where to go and the cab began to move. But then there was this heavenly feeling of something brushing through his hair. It felt nice… really nice. Carson opened his eyes only to have his worst fears come true.

It was Kholden drumming his fingers in that seductive way that Carson probably wouldn’t be able to ignore. Kholden eventually dropped his hand, but Carson wasn’t satisfied with that. He wasn’t supposed to be so opposed to Kholden not touching him. Why the fuck was it that Kholden got away with breaking all of his rules?! Carson hadn’t let anyone get as close as Kholden and for a good reason. But now—Carson just didn’t know what to think about it. If there was some sort of book about why Carson couldn’t control himself around Kholden… he still wouldn’t read it, but it would be nice to know there was an answer. He felt like there wasn’t an answer.

Carson licked his lips, trying to hold back. He had to control his desires. That was useless. Before Carson could fight with himself any longer about what he wanted to do, Carson was on top of Kholden, his lips pressed to Kholden’s instantly. Pulling away Carson covered Kholden’s mouth with his hand so that Kholden couldn’t say anything. Carson leaned forward, his lips resting against Kholden’s ear. In a breathy whisper Carson said, “Do you know what you do to me? You always test my limits… see how far I can go.” He bit at Kholden’s ear lobe before continuing, “Watch out… you might just find out.” Carson moved off of Kholoden, at least satisfied that he had gotten a kiss in. He looked up, seeing in the rear view mirror that the driver had been watching them.

His temper flared, “Pay attention to the mother fucking road you fucking douche. You fuckers expect us to tip… no fucking privacy in this piece of shit cab.” Even though Carson had just been in a different kind of position with Kholden… Kholden should know of all people how short Carson’s fuse was. “Don’t tip the fucker, Kholden.” Carson said firmly. “If he wants a show he can go to a gay bar. Goddamn mother fuckers can’t keep their eyes on the fucking road.” When the cab finally pulled to a top at the airport, Carson shoved his door open. It was just like him to have a complete 180 mood swing.</sup>

[kholden phinneaus jackson]

<sup>Carson was one of those people that were unpredictable. It didnt matter how long or how well he knew carson, Carson would forever surprise him. He had already done it a couple times today and as the cab continued to drive, he was taken off guard once again. Kholden wished sometimes that he could have seen some of it coming. He always felt like an idiot whenever Carson got him off guard cause then he was sitting there like, 'ohmygodwhatdoido!'

Carsons lips were on his before he could even say, 'What the fuck'. Not like he would say that, he liked Carsons lips on his. He returned the kiss, though it didnt last long at all before Carson was pulling away leaving his mind a bit fuzzy that he couldnt get coherent thought in on what to do. Thankfully this time it seemed like carson didnt want him to do anything. He felt his hand cover his mouth and then he was whispering in his ear, sending shivers down his back. God did carson even know what the hell he did to him. Carson didnt or he was just very incredibly evil and the best fucking cock tease there was. Kholden couldnt help himself, he couldnt do anything, his hips jerked up slightly and he made a small noise as Carson bit at earlobe. God carsons parting words seemed like a warning, but Kholden just couldnt take that as a warning. He wanted to find out, more then ever actually. Lately its all just been building up and hes wanted to more and more. He just couldnt take that as a warning when it was exactly what he wanted.

Kholdens mind was starting to focus. He really needed to get better and not getting so affected when carson did that. His attention was drawn to the drivers reflection in the rear view mirror. He glanced over at Carson again. Was it bad that he found his orders and 'reprimanding' a turn on. Kholden bit his bottom lip his eyes drawing over Carson now that carsons attention was on the driver. The cab pulled up and Kholden got out as well grabbing his bags. He hadnt packed very heavy himself, he hated luggage.


Once inside the air port Kholden glanced around his eyes finding a door that led off to one of those extra rooms. His buddy was still humming from Carsons touch in the cab. All of a sudden he grabbed a hold of Carsons upper arm and without a word practically drug him through the door. The room was darkened once he got inside, which was good at least no one was in there. He dropped his bags turning and pushing, practically slamming him against the wall.

Kholden pressed his body against Carsons, his own hand covering Carsons mouth this time, much like carson had done to him in the cab. He wasnt not going to have him interrupt him right now. What I do to you? he smirked, his oh whispered words ghosting over carsons ear now. If its anything like what you do to me, then I think I have a pretty good idea. he leaned forward flicking his tongue over his earlobe and then nipped at the spot just below his earlobe. His one had had been at his waist having found the band of his pants and running his finger just inside of it on his skin where his hips were. He pulled back then uncovering his mouth, this time taking his time to smash their lips together, one hand gripping the front of carsons shirt. His hand that had been at his waist was now cupping him through his pants, pressing and stroking as he pushed his tongue past carsons lips.

Kholden didnt want carson to think he had control of him, that if he asked him to jump he would ask how high. No Kholden wanted carson to know that he was equal in this thing and if he asked him to jump hed grab his hand and take him with. He liked Carsons domnating ways, but he also didnt want carson to mistaken this as like any other fling where he held all the cards because Kholden was playing too and he liked to be a challenging opponent. Kholden pressed his body up against him one last time, his tongue licking over carsons lips as his teeth then pulled at his bottom lip. He gave one last stroke to Carsons crotch and he pulled away, his brown eyes flashing and a wicked smile taking form on his lips.

We should get going... he added as he picked his bags up again and opened the door for them to head out.</sup>

[carson cain walker]

<sup>What had happened in the cab was only a tiny snippet of what Carson Walker was capable of. It wasn't like Carson always went around jumping people in cabs. Kholden was a different kind of game all together. Carson exited the cab, trying to keep his mind focused. As Carson got his bags out of the trunk of the cab he had to stop himself from taking Kholden aside right then. He hated that he constantly had to remind himself that he was straight around Kholden. The bad thing was that he was doing a really bad job of staying straight around Kholden. A few slip-ups here or there might be acceptable... but two in one outing? Carson felt like a douche. His mind reeled as he cursed himself with every step he took toward the airport. Kholden hadn't said much to him on the way inside the airport and that kind of had Carson worried. Actually, it kind of pissed Carson off to a degree. He was definitely more worried than pissed, but he just couldn't help it.

Carson had kissed Kholden and he had thought it was a pretty damn good kiss... yet Kholden hadn't really reacted beyond kissing him back in the cab. No words... no sarcastic little quips... no sex jokes. For a minute he thought he might have done something wrong but his mind eventually told him to just fuck it. This was a new, strange sensation for Carson. Kholden was the first guy he had ever wanted to sleep with. Sure Carson had slept with Blaine, but that wasn't because he wanted to. It was completely new to Carson and he was never sure if he was doing anything right. Kholden was a lot of firsts for him, and that was creepy in itself. That also meant that Kholden proved a lot of things about him that he didn't really want to be proven. Somehow it didn't bother him that Kholden was revealing those things to him though. Maybe it should have, but it didn't. Carson just figured he'd roll with the goddamned punches until Kholden got tired of him or gave up on him. Either was likely in Carson's mind.

Once inside the airport Carson thought he was home free. So it seemed the moment he thought that Kholden had grabbed him by the arm and forcibly pulled him toward a side room. Carson wasn't really sure about what to think about that. He liked it and even thought it was sexy, but he wasn't used to not being in control. It wasn't until he was being slammed against the wall that he realized the situation was completely out of his control. Dropping his things Carson went to protest, but all words were forgotten when Kholden pressed his body up against his. God, that was a feeling Carson would never forget. The lack of control was starting to get to him, though. He needed it, had to have it. Control was the one thing Carson thought he could rely on. But it appeared that with Kholden he would have to fight for it. Carson wanted to say "OF COURSE, CAN'T YOU FEEL WHAT YOU DO TO ME DOWN THERE?!" but he had to refrain because Kholden's hand covered his mouth. That was a move Carson hadn't expected Kholden to use.

As Kholden did his thing Carson closed his eyes, trying to stay a step ahead, but that was impossible. He couldn't think and a good part of him didn't want to. Carson felt one sensation right after another with Kholden's fingers running along the inside of his pants band, their lips crashing together with an almost violent force, the hand gripping at his shirt. He didn't waste any time in kissing Kholden back. But none of that compared to when he felt Kholden touch his crotch. A sharp electric tingle shot through his body. Carson could feel his body heat up as he intensified the kiss and ran is hands up Kholden's shirt, clawing at his chest. God he was so turned on. It wasn't a short moment either. Carson almost expected Kholden to back away suddenly, but it kept moving. For once Carson was beginning to like not feeling in control. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. Carson's mind went into fits, screaming, "NO NO NO YOU NEED TO GET IN FUCKING CONTROL!"

Carson ignored it. When Kholden began to pull away, tugging at his bottom lip, Carson let out a growl of protest. The sensation of Kholden touching his crotch was gone and the excitement began to dwindle momentarily. As Kholden pulled away Carson brushed off his shirt and bent down to pick up his own bags. "Right, don't want to be late." Carson walked out of the room and headed toward the ticket counter. That was just... it was amazing how both of them could get into something like that and walk away from it as if nothing ever happened, but Carson knew that the game wasn't over. He waited for Kholden to catch up to him and he leaned over to whisper, "Me and you are going to fuck on that goddamned plane."</sup>

[kholden phinneaus jackson]

<sup>kholden really kind of wanted to just forget the plan ride and go back to what had just been going on, but that would defeat the purpose and the excitement. On second thought kholden knows that wouldnt defeat the excitement. The excitments been there since the moment carson made it a possibility. Kholden had a half grin half smirk on his face as he headed towards the counter, though that was wiped off from Carsons next whispered words. It wasnt some kind of teasing thought, it sounded so much of a promise that Kholden had situate himself slightly as he walked hoping it wasnt too obvious.

Kholden licked his lips his darkened gaze glancing at carson. God it was ridiculous how he could affect him with mere words. He wasnt sure if it was the situation or the fact that lately the sexual tension seemed to be extremely heightened or what not. Kholden Belined it for the counter, thankfully there was only one person up at this one and they were just leaving.

Yes hi. Tickets for Jackson. Kholden Jackson... he asked.

The lady typed some things in then checked some more stuff. Kholden stood there, almost as if he were a businessman he just needed the suit.

Ah yes. Red eye flight to vegas. she smiled. Im going to need to see you're License.

Kholden nodded and pulled his license from his back pocket. She took it and matched what she needed. Hed already prepaid over the phone so she just got the tickets and then handed them to him. Thatll be gate twelve

He gave her a smile and a nod with a thank you before motioning for carson to follow him even though he was sure he didnt have to. Here you go. he said handing him his ticket. Gonna be boarding soon he was just saying out loud really and not to carson particularly. Kholden glanced at carson again his eyes falling to the profile of his lips and then to his jaw and neck. He bit his lip to keep from pouncing on Carson right then. He wanted to taste his skin again. Really he should have more control. It didnt matter how easy he was, or the fact that yeah okay he had some beers before they left, but... this was bad.

They had barely gotten to the waiting area when they started to open up for boarding. You ready? he asked carson. He wasnt referring to the plane ride, more like the fact that they were going to vegas. The plane ride was already there. He gave a smirk to Carson and a wink before handing his ticket over to the lady and boarding the plane.</sup>

[carson cain walker]

<sup>Carson smirked when he noticed Kholden's swift move to situate himself. Had he not been paying extra attention to Kholden he might have missed it. It made him feel a little more confident knowing he could still make someone shutter just by saying something. Carson had done that to a couple of girls, but that he knew of he had never tried it on a guy. Knowing that Kholden reacted well made Carson think less on the actual situation. The truth of the matter was that Carson had practically proved to Kholden that he wasn't entirely striaght.

As always, there was a catch. Other than Kholden, Carson still considered himself straight. His idea was that he could have sex with Kholden once, then go back to being straight like nothing ever happened. God that thought made Carson feel cheap. Kholden deserved more respect than that and Carson knew it. He would never be able to force himself to treat Kholden like that. It wouldn't be right. Kholden being his closest friend and the most valued person in his life... wasn't the one he wanted to experiment with. If anything Carson thought Kholden deserved the truest form of love... if it even existed to have.

Watching Kholden interact with the woman behind the desk, Carson shifted his weight and crossed his arms. Kholden looked so... different while he was talking to the girl. There almost seemed to be a kind of stiffness there. Carson laughed to himself, thinking that he would take care of that very soon. Actually, Carson couldn't believe Kholden had paid for his ticket. He figured Kholden might offer, but obviously his friend knew well enough that he would say no. Carson wasn't very well off. He worked hard for everything he had. Money hadn't been all that important to Carson. He mostly used money to buy cigarettes and alcohol. But now that he had quit smoking he had a little extra money in his pocket, which was more than a good thing. When Kholden moved away from the desk, Carson dropped his hands to his sides, waiting for the ticket.

Carson took the ticket from Kholden, looking down at it and nodding as Kholden said they would be taking off soon. That was good. Carson didn't want to sit around the airport and wait for forever. He wanted to get straight to business. Following Kholden to the waiting area, Carson was glad to see the plane started boarding as soon as they had arrived. He nodded, "Hell yes I'm fucking ready." He said with a smirk as he followed Kholden once more, handing his ticket to the woman who had taken Kholden's. Carson walked toward the plane, thinking about how fucking awesome this trip would be.

Once finally making it onto the plane, Carson felt a surge of excitement. He wanted to jump ahead of himself and pull Kholden to the side already. But Carson knew that he couldn't do that until they were in the air. Just being in the airplane didn't count. No- they had to be in the air when it happened. So Carson made no move yet, simply moving toward the seats he knew to be his and Kholden's.

Flying first class would be amazing. Kholden always knew how to produce wonderful things. Carson sat down in his seat, which was on the isle. This, of course, meant that Kholden would have to crawl over him. Carson could be diabolical when he wanted to be. Kholden would have to step across him and Carson fully intended to take advantage of that situation.</sup>

[kholden phinneaus jackson]

[blockqupte]<sup>Good he grinned. He followed Carson down the isle as they headed to their seats. This was probably going to be his last trip to vegas and he was going to do it right. He knew carson could pay for his own ticket and he actually had expected some protest to him buying his ticket, but thankfully carson hadnt. He didnt want to have to go through the whole ordeal of getting carson to agree to letting him buy his ticket. kholden glanced around at the other passengers, it wasnt actually that full no wonder he hadnt had a problem getting a ticket.

Kholden was about to ask if he could have the window seat. He liked looking out the window and seeing everything below. Carson saved him from asking by sitting in the seat closest to the isle. He grinned and opened up the above compartment to put his carry on in. Did you need me to put something up here?" he asked carson before he shut the door. He gave another glance around and smirked, he liked that it wasnt packed and there were so many ups to being in the first class. They really did get a lot of stuff up here while people in the back just got in flight movies. What was that. The most important thing.. was room.

Maybe someone famous would be riding. Most people had their own lines and stuff, but sometimes there were famous people that rode these. Then again even if someone famous was riding what difference would that make, usually it was someone that he didnt know or didnt really care too much about. For some reason the video for 'learn to fly' by foo fighters popped into his head and he chuckled some. Hed always thought that video was funny.

Kholden realized he probably looked like an idiot standing there chuckling to himself and he stopped, blinking back into reality and looked at carson to see if he was giving him a bag or anything. Once all was settled and he had what needed to be up in the compartment and it closed and secured he pulled his shirt down, it had ridden up a bit with having to lift things up over head and what not, and then he steadied himself with a hand on the back of one of the seats so he could step over Carson to get to his seat. What he really would have liked to have down was just plop down and straddle carsons lap, make out some more and there would definitely be grinding involved. Kholden bit his lip at the mental image that popped into his head and he had to keep himself from doing just that as he stepped over carson to get to his chair.</sup>

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[carson cain walker]

<sup>Carson looked up as Kholden asked him if there was anything he wanted to put above. He handed Kholden his carry on bag, which mostly just contained an empty cigarette box, his journal, and his cell phone. As Kholden lifted the stuff into the above compartment, Carson's eyes landed on the skin revealed as Kholden's shirt rode up a bit. He licked his lips, resisting the urge to reach out and kiss the strip of skin. His mind went even more wild as Kholden had to step over him to get to his seat. Carson leaned back in his seat, trying to pretend like it hadn't affected him. He reached his hand over to Kholden, resting it on Kholden's thigh where his fingertips traced small circles. The action wasn't one made from sexual tension. It was just... he had thought of it. Carson wasn't really sure about why he wanted to do it. All he knew was that it kind of felt right. Sometimes the right feeling could be the worst one, though. He felt... warm. That was the best he knew how to describe it.

Carson really didn't pay attention to the flight attendant giving instructions. Instead Carson's eyes focused on what he was doing on Kholden's leg. It wasn't long until the flight attendant had finished and the passengers were instructed to buckle up until the plane was in the air. Carson removed his hand simply to buckle up, but he returned it as soon as he could, though he moved to Kholden's arm this time. He traced his fingertips down Kholden's arm before lazily resting his hand on Kholden's. Carson closed his eyes, leaning his head back as the plane began to take off. In all the excitement Carson had managed to forget that flying made him nervous. As the plane took off he squeezed Kholden's hand tightly. He could just imagine getting into sex with Kholden when suddenly the plane wuold get out of control and fly into a mountain or something.

Once it was safe to unbuckle Carson removed his hand from Kholden's and unbuckled. He turned his head to look at Kholden. Carson leaned in closer to Kholden, "Come with me." He whispered. Carson decided to give Kholden a little preview. He didn't mind public display at the moment. Carson turned Kholden's face toward him and kissed him. He didn't linger long before he stood with a smirk, walking toward the back. Carson knew airplane bathrooms were usually small, but he hoped at least first class would have a bigger one. Carson opened the door and stepped in. He didn't lock it so that Kholden could come in. It wasn't too small and that was a good thing. Carson was buzzed just knowing what was about to happen. Oddly, Carson didn't expect this feeling when he was sober, but it was there. It was absolutely there and as much as it scared the shit out of him... he liked it.</sup>

[kholden phinneaus jackson]

<sup>Kholden felt carsons hand on his leg and he looked down a grin appearing on his lips. He felt like he couldnt stop grinning, it was all he could do that and smirk but it was all so... just.. it was all from carson. Carson just made him feel happy and giddy and he couldnt control it not that he wanted to, he felt good. He liked feeling out of control and yet in control at the same time, it was such an amazing feeling. No one had been able to make him feel that way so this was new to him and he hoped not to lose it for a long time.

He missed everything the lady had said, but hed flown before so he knew the basics. THe first time he flew he had read the little booklet thing in front of them that said what to do and the precautions like a million times. He had his hand on the arm rest and his hand gripped it tightly as the plane started to take off. It helped when carsons hand covered his, he had something to focus on even as the plane shook a little bit as it always did when it was going up in the air. He really should be used to this but he wasnt. He always thought of crashes and thinking that one of these times its going to be him. His knuckles were white he was holding on so tightly.

Once the ding sounded and the light turned green he relaxed a little his hand loosening and he glanced over when carson removed his hand from his and unbuckled himself. he ducked his head to unbuckle as well as carsons breath hit his cheek and ears. It was time. Carsons hand was on his cheek now guiding his face towards him and then he was kissing him. Kholdens eyes closed just briefly and he didnt have much time to return it before carson was pulling away and standing up. Kholden nodded to him and waited for him to get half way through before he was standing up as well.

He waited a good minute or two before slipping into the bathroom before him and locked the door this time. He smirked at carson You going to help me forget im millions of feet in the air and could crash at any moment? he asked his hands were just barely shaking from the fact that they were millions of feet in the air and could crash any moment. He reached forward and pulled carson to him kissing him back from when hed kissed him at the seats.</sup>

[carson cain walker]

<sup>As Carson waited for Kholden to make his way to the bathroom he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Carson sighed thinking about the reality of what he was about to do. He was about to have sex with his best friend on an airplane. The idea was strange and exciting. He hadn't wanted to give Kholden the wrong idea before. Carson liked to think that he was straight as an arrow, but Kholden had come on and whittled a curve into his arrow. He wasn't going to complain though. For once Carson was in a strange situation that he wanted to be in. Usually these kinds of situations were ones where he would be tense and just want to get it over with. This time Carson found himself wondering how long the flight would be just because he wanted to make the most of it. God, Carson would have to stop thinking like that! It wasn't good. That was how people ended up trapped in relationships and that wasn't... Carson wouldn't be able to make that work. He wasn't confident enough in himself.

Finally Carson heard the door open. His dark eyes focused on the door. It slowly slid open, revealing just the person that he wanted to see. A smirk spread over his lips as Kholden entered, locking the door behind him. Carson tilted his head as Kholden spoke. He could tell that Kholden was a little shaky. Carson couldn't care less about the possibilities of crashing anymore since he remembered that he didn't necessarily care if he lived or died. But Carson was worried... not about himself, but for his friend. Kholden obviously favored life and it would kill Carson to know Kholden's was cut short. But he didn't think much more about that as he replied, "That's the idea. I'll be your black box, okay? There won't be a crash, but if there is... I'll make sure you survive." He grinned as Kholden pulled him into a kiss. Carson returned the kiss, his hands moving to Kholden's chest, gripping at Kholden's shirt before clawing down.

Carson ran his tongue over Kholden's lower lip, sucking his lower lip in before pulling away and getting rid of Kholden's shirt. He moved to Kholden's neck, kissing and biting his way down until he reached Kholden's chest. Carson ran his hands over Kholden's bare back as he moved back up, hungrily kissing Kholden's lips. He wrapped his arms around Kholden as he kissed back to Kholden's ear. "Tell me what you're thinking about." He whispered as his hands moved over Kholden's back once more, resting at the band of Kholden's pants in the back. Carson traced circles with his thumbs along Kholden's lower back. Kholden's skin was so... smooth. He wasn't sure about what he had expected really, but he liked it. With each kiss a tingle was sent through Carson's body. It was weird. At least Carson knew that it was Kholden causing that and not some fucking whore back in Chicago. This was better than that. For once Carson wasn't thinking about what he would usually think about.

Usually Carson would think about inadequate he was and how Kholden didn't deserve him. But none of those thoughts crossed his mind. It was a rare moment where Carson was just there and it was him and Kholden. Hopefully nothing would ruin that.</sup>

[kholden phinneaus jackson]

<sup>As kholden looked at carson he wondered how they had gotten here. Honestly he didnt care, he was just glad to be here. His whole body thrummed with excitement. He didnt want this to be one of those things where he would wake up and find out it was all a dream. That really would not be cool. As carson said hed be his black box, that he would make sure he survived if there was a crash Kholden smirked. Well... he said How can you help me survive if im trying to make sure you survive?' he asked. Cause my concern would be you even if id be pissing my pants. I dont want to have to 'live' for another person that i never wanted to leave my life in the first place. he really didnt want anything to happen to carson.

People werent suppose to die, not people he wanted to live. He needed for carson to survive no matter what. He didnt want to use the line that if he died he wouldnt want to live. He would want to live, he never wanted to die, but at the same time he didnt want to know how emtpy his life would be without carson in it. That just was not an option.

kholden grinned into the kiss as carson kissed back and then his hands were clawing down his chest. He wanted to feel his chest, he wanted his shirt off now! Apparently Carson had similar thoughts because before he knew it, his own shirt was being pulled off. kholden grunted though that turned into a moan as carsons mouth was now on his neck. His neck was seriously one of his weak points and carson always seemed to know that. Not like it was any secret after hitting it the first time.

Kholden licked his bottom lip as carson made his way down his chest. At his whispered words he smirked. 'What im thinking about? he asked and then pulled back. Im thinking you have far too much on then he pulled carsons shirt off, his own hands and mouth assaulting carsons neck and chest. God... i could... do this forever. he murmered. He hadnt meant to say that out loud but once it was out it wasnt really a thought he needed to dwell on. He moved back up to carsons lips his hands moving down to his hips as he pulled him against his own, grinding a bit into him.

I want you... he said against his lips, tugging on his lower one with his teeth. He then slid back down carsons body. Tell me what you're thinking he said as he was now on his knees looking up at carson as he started to unbutton his pants and slid his zipper down. He pressed a kiss on the skin that was revealed where the button was opened. He slid his fingers along the top band of his pants as he slowly started to pull them down, not taking his boxers with yet.</sup>

[carson cain walker]

<sup>Why was it that the fact that Kholden didn't want Carson to leave his life made Carson so happy? Carson had never felt so wanted or cared for and that really felt good. Kholden just tended to do that to him. He was still trying to understand the feelings. It was frustrating for Carson to not be in control of his feelings. He had never been so... confused. Still, Carson couldn't help but smile at Kholden's words. "Oh just you shut up. You see, you don't have to worry... because neither of us will die tonight." Carson was positive about that. There was no way they could die when they were just getting into something great. He refused to die for the first time in Lord knows how long. There was no way he would dare die while he was there with Kholden in his arms. Kholden was the one person who didn't want him to die and that meant something. Carson didn't have time to ponder why he was feeling what he was feeling because Kholden was kissing him back.

It felt so much better once Carson had Kholden's shirt off. He really did want to know what Kholden thought. If there were any hint of doubt in Kholden's thoughts, then Carson would stop and walk out. But Kholden's reply was far from doubt. In fact, it caused Carson to smirk. Before he knew it his shirt was coming off and Kholden was kissing along his neck and chest. It felt inbelievable. Carson knew Kholden had some mad skill, but he never imagined that it would get this far. He froze, though as Kholden said something that struck a nerve. Kholden could do this... forever? This was the second time that forever had come up between them. How long was forever anyway? Carson couldn't imagine Forever being as long as it seemed, but he was also afraid that it was. Forever... it was so... Carson had zero time to think about that as Kholden ground into him. He felt his breath catch in his throat. Kholden had that effect on him. Carson could never finish a thought and that was a good thing.

All of carson's doubts about forever were driven away by three words: I want you. Just knowing Kholden wanted him at that moment drove Carson to want to give Kholden exactly what he wanted. "I'm thinking..." Carson mused as he threaded his fingers through Kholden's hair. "I'm thinking that I want you too." He smirked as he lowered his boxers for Kholden. Carson had never had sex on an airplane... or been on an airplane, but if every trip got to be like this, then he wouldn't pass it up for the world. The best part about the situation was that he was with Kholden. Wait- what was that? Carson couldn't believe that he was still having those thoughts. He was supposed to have left all of that in his journal, but for some reason Carson couldn't help but carry the feeling with him. Carson began to fear that he maybe felt something more for Kholden than just friendship and sexual tension... but he couldn't focus on that.</sup>