The Secret of Two Guys in the Plane Bathroom

The farewell in the village was a whirlwind that left Aimar with a tight chest and damp eyes. He was leaving for the other side of the Atlantic, and he still could hardly believe it.

The whole square had filled with people, with improvised banners fluttering in the cool September wind. “Aimar, Hodei and Kerman: On to Chicago,” “Pride of the North,” “The Kid in the Overalls, to the Big League.” Whole families, friends from the club, neighbors who had watched him grow up with a ball under his arm, all of them there shouting his name.

His mother hugged him hard at the front door of the house, tears sliding down her cheeks as she kissed his forehead.

—Fly high, son —she said, her voice trembling with pride and sorrow at the same time—. But remember to come back. This is still your home.

His older brother, who made his living as a photographer thanks to Aimar’s financial boost, patted him on the back with shining eyes.

—Thanks to you, brother. Go and make history. We’ll be watching from here.

Aimar was wearing his light brown overalls, the straps crossing his firm, smooth chest, the fabric brushing the bare skin beneath like a talisman of freedom. He felt a knot in his throat, a mix of guilt for leaving them behind and pure impatience for the future. “I love you,” he murmured, hugging them one last time before getting into the car with Kerman and Hodei.

At Vitoria airport, the scene repeated on a smaller scale but with the same intensity. A group of players from the local club were waiting for them in the check-in area, several dressed in colorful overalls, shouting encouragement and asking for photos. Kerman and Hodei, in their own overalls, signed autographs and hugged everyone.

—Take care of the gym —Hodei told the lads, his voice deep but emotional—. And keep following the method: head and body, always together.

***

At last, after checking in and going through security, the three of them were left alone in the boarding lounge, calm for the first time in days. Aimar hadn’t slept at all in forty-eight hours, nerves devouring him every sleepless night as he thought about the new city, the league, everything he was leaving behind. He sat between Kerman and Hodei, rested his head on one of their shoulders, and let out a deep sigh.

—Thank you for everything —he murmured, exhausted but grateful—. I wouldn’t dare without you.

Hodei tousled his hair with an almost fatherly tenderness.

—We’re family, Aimar. On to Chicago.

On the plane, once they’d leveled off at cruising altitude, Aimar collapsed beside his mentors, his head resting in one of their laps, sleeping deeply for the first time in days. Kerman and Hodei watched him tenderly, their hands clasped over him.

The transatlantic flight’s night began quietly: cabin lights dimmed for rest, the constant hum of the engines like a lullaby, the passengers asleep in their reclined seats. Aimar stirred in his sleep and half-awoke at a subtle movement in the aisle.

Everything was dim, only the emergency lights marking the floor. Someone moved swiftly between the rows: a slender, youthful figure, around twenty, with tousled hair and comfortable clothes, a gray hoodie and loose pants, heading for the bathroom just in front of his seat. He knocked on the door. The latch slid open with a discreet click and the boy disappeared inside the narrow cubicle.

Aimar, fully awake now, strained his ears. Muffled sounds reached him from the other side of the partition: whispers, the rustle of fabric, a short moan immediately smothered by a hand. His imagination ran wild on its own.

He pictured them inside, squeezed into that impossible space: one against the wall, pants fallen to the ankles, cock hard; the other on his knees in the little room left, mouth working slowly, tongue circling the tip, hands dug into his hips to pull him closer. Contained moans, the slow rocking of hips, the closed space amplifying every wet sound. He imagined the risk of someone knocking on the door, the urgency of two bodies that couldn’t wait to get back to land.

He noticed his own cock hardening beneath the overalls. The filth of the situation heated him: the forbidden nature of the place, the idea of climax arriving in silence, swallowed whole so no trace would remain. He pressed his thighs together and forced himself to breathe slowly.

At last the sounds ceased. The toilet flushed with a sharp click. The door opened and one of them came out hurriedly, the one with pink-dyed hair, cheeks flushed. He stumbled over a loose shoe sticking out from under a seat and dropped into a crouch right in front of Aimar.

They exchanged knowing looks. The boy, blushing but with a wicked smile, his eyes still shining with recent pleasure; Aimar gave him a slow wink back, his cock still tight under the fabric. The other one got up quickly and disappeared down the aisle. A few seconds later the second one came out, the bleach-blond one, tugging at his hoodie and checking that no one was watching before vanishing off the other side of the cabin.

Aimar knew it for sure: those two had just fulfilled a desire in that cubicle they wouldn’t forget for a long time. His cock was still throbbing, but tiredness won out again, and he let himself be dragged into sleep thinking of Caleb, of the reunion waiting for him, of bodies tangled at the end of the journey.

***

Hours earlier, in the boarding line in Vitoria, those two boys had met by pure chance. Two young men with delicate air, graceful movements, dyed hair and tight clothes, standing out among the rest of the sleepy passengers.

The first, Dani, was slim, with green eyes, pale pink hair, and a gray hoodie over tight jeans. He was chatting with his family as the line shuffled forward in fits and starts.

The second, Teo, had bleached, tousled hair and loose cargo pants. He tripped over his own suitcase and, when he picked up a comic book that had fallen, started the conversation.

—Sorry —he said, blushing, holding the volume to his chest.

Dani smiled when he saw the cover.

—No problem. Are you going to Chicago too? I’m going on vacation with my family.

Teo nodded as he handed the book back, his voice a little shaky from the attraction he already felt.

—Yeah, with mine. First time away... well, with family, but you know what I mean.

They talked for a few minutes, their relatives completely oblivious to the conversation: movies, music, a brush of hands while sharing a bag of candies. The connection was instant, all glances held an extra second too long and smiles that promised things.

—What if we meet in the airplane bathroom at midnight? —Teo suggested in a low voice, his heart pounding at his own boldness.

Dani felt a shiver of excitement run down his back.

—At two —he replied—. Don’t be late.

At the appointed time, Teo went in first, nervous, his cock already hardening from the wait. Dani knocked softly, slipped inside, and threw the latch. The space was tiny: they kissed hungrily, tongues seeking each other, hands sliding down pants, underwear already wet with arousal.

—I’d been wanting something like this for a long time —Dani gasped before getting down on his knees as best he could, wedged between the sink and the door, and taking him in his mouth, slow and deep.

Teo braced one hand on the wall and brought the other to his own mouth so he wouldn’t make noise. He pushed only a little, holding back, biting his lip every time pleasure threatened to escape him in a moan.

—Yes... like that —he whispered—. If they catch us...

They changed positions awkwardly, laughing under their breath at how impossible the place was. Teo sat on the toilet lid, Dani standing against the sink, their hips setting a short, urgent rhythm, one hand always ready to smother any sound. The risk intensified everything: every creak of the cabin made them stop for an instant, holding their breath, before continuing. The climax came almost at the same time, bitten back, silent, both bodies trembling with adrenaline in that square of metal and cold light.

Afterward they cleaned themselves up as best they could, bodies so cramped that every movement was a negotiation, clumsy hands passing wipes back and forth and holding back nervous laughter.

—What if they catch us on the way out? —Dani murmured, adjusting his pants.

“This was crazy,” he thought, and realized he had unknowingly put on Teo’s underwear, still soaked in his scent. Another secret that made him smile crookedly.

He went out first, in a hurry, and the door opened with a click that seemed deafening in the cabin’s silence. He didn’t see the loose shoe until it was too late: he tripped, lost his balance, and dropped into a crouch in front of the first row, knees on the carpet, face a handspan from a half-asleep passenger.

He looked up, red with embarrassment, and met the eyes of Aimar, that attractive boy in the brown overalls he had already noticed in the terminal, the straps crossing his chest, sleepy-faced and yet with a wicked smile and a conspiratorial wink.

Dani understood it instantly: Aimar knew. The first impulse was panic—“he saw me, he knows what we did”—the heat climbing into his cheeks. But almost at once the arousal displaced it: the smile and wink weren’t judgmental, but recognizing, a “I get it too, enjoy it.”

His heart beat harder, residual excitement mixing with embarrassment, and a shy smile flickered on his lips. He got up quickly, muttered a barely audible “sorry,” and disappeared down the aisle with trembling legs, Teo’s scent on his clothes reminding him of the forbidden pleasure.

***

Without further incident, the captain announced their imminent arrival. Hodei stretched in his seat. Kerman gave a sleepy Aimar a good-morning kiss and a gentle caress on the chest. The landing was smooth, passport control tedious, baggage claim a chaos of noisy carousels.

At the exit, the franchise driver was waiting with a sign: “Goikoetxea & Team.” While they loaded the luggage into the car, Aimar spotted the bathroom boy, the bleach-blond one, among the taxi line, next to his family. Restless, Teo kept looking around as he moved forward with his own people.

At last he found what he was looking for: Dani appeared through the terminal doors, unmistakable with his pink hair and graceful walk. Teo stepped out of line and ran toward him amid his mother’s shouts—“Get back here right now!”—. Dani received him nervously, blushing again.

In their haste they had forgotten to exchange contact details. They pulled out their phones with trembling hands, smiles full of complicity.

—That was incredible —Dani whispered.

—We’ll do it again in the city —Teo replied, before running back to the line just in time not to miss his taxi.

Aimar smiled to himself, convinced that something good would come out of that furtive encounter: two boys connected by an impossible night, now with an entire future ahead of them in a new city.

The car took them to the apartment the franchise had put at their disposal, right in the center: a spacious flat with a balcony and views over a big park, four suites with full bathrooms, a huge living room with several sofas, and a kitchen with an island. A little paradise in the middle of the city’s noise.

—Each of you has your own room —the guide explained, as if he didn’t know Kerman and Hodei were a couple—. And there’s still one extra, in case you get visits from family or friends.

Kerman and Hodei exchanged a look, thinking about that very American double standard: tolerant in speech, conventional in practice.

—Thanks —Kerman said dryly—. We’ll make use of it.

The next day they had an appointment for the interview and the franchise’s first instructions. Until then, they would enjoy the city: walks in the park, the lights, the broad avenues. Aimar walked with his heart racing at the imminent reunion with Caleb.

The decision had been made. Back to Chicago again, but this time to stay. The future was his.