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A New Beginning. Part Two:
Jonathan was napping on the couch when he felt rather then heard a noise strange to him. Half awake he opened his eyes. He was in the forward lounge of the 747 stretched out on the couch, flying towards Hawaii. The lights had been turned down but there remained enough light for him to see something moving in the shadows. Before he could put two and two together the shadow within a shadow moved towards him at lightening speed, landing on him with a loud shrill noise; a noise that was a cross between a meow of a cat and the cry of a bobcat. Coming fully awake he realized it was a cat, a very large cat. One he knew.
"Where in the Hell did you come from?" he asked the cat. The cat, being a cat, looked over his whiskers at Jonathan and contentedly purred while sitting on his chest; its' tail moving slowly back and forth. Jonathan reached up and scratched the cats' jaw which brought forth a louder purr. Anthony walked into the lounge and turned up the lights, followed by Karen.
"I see you have run into each other" said Karen, with a smile.
"More like got attacked." said Jonathan moving around into a sitting position and holding onto the cat. "Is this really Sebastian?" He gently stroked the long flowing black, silver and copper hair.
At the sound of his name, the cat started to swish his tail furiously and let forth something that was a cross between a meow and growl.
"Yeah, and you should have seen him about an hour and a half ago" said Anthony, placing a bowl of cat food down behind the bar. Sebastian stretched to his full height of 20" at the shoulder, gave Jonathan one last look and with a flick of his whiskers hopped off Jonathan and went to investigate the bowl of food. "We thought that it would be nice to have him on board again. He was flown up to Boston from where he has been staying with friends in South Carolina to here. Not a happy camper coming out of his cage, believe me. Karen and I thought it might make you feel better to have a friendly face around again"
"He's gotten bigger then when I last saw him." said Jonathan in amazement.
"What were you expecting?" asked Anthony. "You own a purebred Norwegian Forest Cat. He is now 5 years old. He is full grown."
"How big is he?" asked Jonathan, peering over the bar at the cat.
"According to the Barton's, with whom he has been staying" started Karen. "You are now the proud owner of 41 pounds of cat"
"Jesus" said Jonathan. "I had forgotten just how big those things can get. What did they do, feed him raw meat?"
"I'm sure he will remind you" said Anthony with a smirk. "Speaking of raw meat for dinner, what do you want?"
"Uhm. I don't know surprise me" said Jonathan, still staring at the cat.
"Wonderful." growled Anthony. "Dinner is in an hour. I picked up some nice steaks while we were on the ground."
"Sounds good." said Jonathan. "Make it dinner for two. Paul will be joining me."
A silent look traded between Karen and Anthony. "Very Good." he said. "You want to eat in here or upstairs?"
Jonathan turned around. "Upstairs, please. and I saw that look. Relax guys. Nothing to it. Just asked him to have dinner."
Chapter Two:
Jonathan was upstairs in the lounge, playing with Sebastian when Paul came upstairs.
"Whoa!" said Paul. "What is that?"
"This is Sebastian" said Jonathan. "He's a Norwegian Forest Cat. Had him for a while, then when I started doing a lot of travel, he was staying with friends. He's back."
Sebastian looked over the new person. Deciding that Paul was harmless, he turned his attentions back to the piece of rope Jonathan was dangling. Attacking it with his whole body, the cat actually ripped it out of Jonathan's hand. He held it in his front paws biting on it while kicking it with his back paws.
"Cute uhm.. cat?" said Paul, giving him a wide berth and sat down on the opposite couch. Sebastian continued to growl and attack the rope.
"Cute sucker isn't he" said Jonathan to himself. "He'll stay on board I guess unless we are home in South Carolina. He is basically domesticated, although he does forget himself sometimes."
"Ah ha" said Paul.
"So, you ready for dinner?" asked Jonathan.
"Yeah, Brandon said something about you wanted me up here for dinner?" asked Paul.
"Mhm" said Jonathan. He got up and went over to the barback in the dining room. He got them both a glass of wine. "Here ya go."
"Thanks" said Paul. "So, you wanted to talk or something?"
"Nope" said Jonathan, taking a sip of his wine. "Just wanted to have some company other then the four footed one there for dinner."
"Cool" said Paul, relaxing. He was feeling a little confused. He had seen the changes in Jonathan over the past month and was glad he was living again. When he had broken down earlier in the day, it had felt so good just being held by Jonathan. He had cried for a long time when he had found out almost two weeks after the accident that Nick was dead. He had taken a long while to get over Nick's death, but he had never totally let it out of his system. Being held by Jonathan, it felt so good. Yet, there was something more he couldn't place his finger on. He knew he wasn't gay. Even as when he had walked in on Nick that last morning lying on his bed jerking off, he hadn't felt lust or gotten hard. All he knew was that right now he needed to be with someone. Not sexually, but just with someone. He kept these thoughts to himself for now.
Dinner was served shortly thereafter. Anthony had prepared a mostly New England Dinner, having gone to the shops he had preferred when they were in Boston. A cold water shrimp cocktail was followed by avocado and lobster salads, then broiled steaks, corn on the cob, and hot apple pie with a slice of cheddar cheese on the side, coffee, and brandy.
"Damn" said Paul, pushing away from the table, "I haven't eaten that much in ages."
"Anthony is a great cook" said Jonathan, picking up his snifter and walking across the room through lounge and downstairs, with Paul following him.
They went into the downstairs lounge. Like a streak of black and silver lightening, Sebastian came flying through the door of the lounge almost sending the two of them headlong onto the couch.
"Does he do that a lot?" asked Paul, looking at the cat in the middle of the room. Sebastian was now lying full legnth on his back stretching.
"Sometimes" said Jonathan, taking a sip of the 100 year old brandy. "That particular breed of cat is very possessive of its' owners"
"Oh" said Paul, somewhat still intimidated of the cat.
"It's cool, you just have to get used to him" said Jonathan, sitting down on one of the overstuffed chairs. "Wanna watch TV for a while before crashing?" Sebastian hopped up on his lap and settled in.
"Sure, sounds good." said Paul, "Uhm, you sure you want me up here man?"
"Yeah, I am" said Jonathan, setting his snifter down. "I told you before, I'm not after you sexually. I just want some company, and I get the feeling you need some too. If this is uncomfortable for you, I don't mean it to be, you can leave anytime you want man."
"I didn't mean it to come out that way Jonathan" said Paul, "I'm sorry. I just mean that you've been kinda quiet and pretty much keeping to yourself, I didn't want to intrude."
"I know" said Jonathan. "Something has been on my mind, but I can't put it together yet. I'm really not sure what it is."
The two continued to talk on and off while watching a movie. At a point towards the end of the movie, the intercom chirped. Sebastian hearing the noise, immediately tried to attack the phone knocking it off its' cradle. Jonathan rescued the phone and picked it up.
"House of horror" said Jonathan.
"Not funny" said Brandon, " What did you do, drop the phone?"
"No," said Jonathan. "Sebastian seems to have a thing for strange noises. He attacked the phone before I could get it. What's up?"
"We just cleared Los Angeles." said Brandon. "We'll be touching down in about 5 hours, sort of"
"Uhm. you want to clarify that?" asked Jonathan. "We are at 43,000 feet. One does not exactly sort of land a 747."
"You might want to go up front and talk to the crew." said Brandon. "Something about our landing clearances have been revoked."
"Now what?" wondered Jonathan. "Find Danny and have him meet me up there"
Jonathan hung up the phone and turned towards Paul. "I'll be back in a while. Something is screwy with our landing clearances. Just relax or crash out or what ever."
"OK" said Paul. "I think I'm probably gonna take a shower and crash. I don't see how you hop time zones like this, I'm not even sure what time it is anymore."
"It took Nick a long while to get used to it. As to the time, honestly, I don't either if you want to know the truth" said Jonathan with a smile. "Spare towels are in the cabinet next to the shower"
Jonathan stopped long enough to pick up Sebastian and look at him. "You behave til I get back" He dropped the cat on the couch and went out the door, closing it behind him. He walked to the stairs and went up, going thru the lounge and dining room to the cockpit. He knocked on the door and went in as Danny came up behind him.
"Hey, what's wrong?" asked Danny.
"I don't know yet." said Jonathan. "Something about our landing clearances"
Jonathan came up behind Captain Hendrickson.
"OK Don, talk to me" said Jonathan. "What's up?"
"I don't know" replied the Captain. "We cleared LAX tower and requested a vector on to the Islands. We were advised of course, speed and altitude. About two minutes later we got a call from LAX tower advising us that we couldn't land on the big island and are being diverted to Maui. When I requested a reason, we got stonewalled. They replied that they had no notification but we were being routed to Maui."
Jonathan turned to Danny. "Get on the phone to your company. Make some calls fast. I want to know what's going on"
"I'm on it" said Danny. "Right now, I think it might be a good idea to sit this bird down in Los Angeles til we find out what's up"
"Yeah, maybe so" said Jonathan. He turned to the captain. "Clear us for 180 about. Land this bitch in Los Angeles."
"Yessir" said the Captain. He nodded at the flight engineer. "Make the necessary arrangements for landing there."
Jonathan walked back downstairs and went to the office. He found Danny on the phone.
"Anything?" he asked.
"Not yet" said Danny. "They are going to make some inquires. I notified them we are landing in L.A. They are sending over some people to watch the plane while we are here, just in case."
"OK" said Jonathan. "Have someone check with the FAA. See if they know why we have been slammed"
"Go get some sleep boss" said Danny. "They know what they are doing"
"OK" said Jonathan. "Find Brandon, and keep him in the loop. Wake me up if something comes across."
He walked back to the front and entered the bedroom. He was startled at first at seeing someone in his bed again, then realized it was Paul. "Damn short term memory is slipping" he mused to himself. Sebastian wound himself in and out of Jonathan's legs demanding attention. Jonathan bent down and scratched his ears. He went over to the edge of the bed and got undressed. He debated briefly with himself, then took off his boxers and slid naked into the bed. He could feel the warmth of Paul's body next to him. Despite himself he found his cock growing to full erection. He rolled over with his back next to Paul and ignored his cock. After about 20 minutes of not being able to sleep and still hard, he got up and walked into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. Not bad he thought to himself. 32 Years old and still in decent shape. He ran his hands over his cock which responded with a tingling. Deciding that the only way he was going to sleep was to take care of the problem, he leaned back against the wall and started to stroke himself, watching himself in the mirror. His hand picked up speed as he watched. One hand trailed to his ass and began fingering his own hole. He closed his eyes and in his mind, still almost a year later, Nick appeared. His tall frame, sculpted six pack abs and long cock stood before him. In his mind, Nick dropped to his knees, gently licking at Jonathan's hairy nut sack. He could feel himself nearing orgasm. He plunged his index finger deep into himself, imagining it was Nick's. He felt the first tingle of orgasm. He stroked faster and faster. Suddenly his legs locked and his hips thrust in convulsion and sent his load flying over the marble fixtures. Six times his load shot. He slowly sank down to the floor to catch his breath.
"Damn I miss you babe" he said to himself. He cleaned himself and the bathroom up and went back to bed. Once more he felt the warmth of Paul's body. As he drifted off to sleep he felt Paul move, his back touching his own.
Chapter Three: Jonathan woke up about 5 hours later. He realized that at some point during the night, Paul had rolled over and his arm was now draped over Jonathan's stomach, very close to his extremely hard cock. He could feel Paul's own equally hard cock pushing against his back. Damn, Jonathan thought, this kid's cock a serious piece of cock meat. Realizing in his mind that Paul was straight he slowly rolled over hoping that Paul would wake up enough to roll back over on his back or stomach or something. However, Paul only pressed closer, obviously still asleep. During the motion their cocks touched. Something akin to an electric shock passed through Jonathan. Despite having jerked off earlier in the night, he could feel the precum start to flow from his cock. About the time he decided to get out of the bed, Paul moved and put his arm back around Jonathan.
"It's cool man" said Paul quietly "I'm not looking for anything and I don't care you are hard too. Nick and I slept this way and woke up more then once with hard cocks touching. I need someone to hold me. Please"
Jonathan paused briefly as if fighting some inner conflict then moved closer, their two bodies touching from shoulders to knees. He put his arm around Paul and held him.
"It's OK Paul" said Jonathan. "Let it out"
Paul just remained silent and held onto Jonathan. Their bodies remained held together for a long time, their cocks neither hardening or softening. Finally Paul looked up at Jonathan.
"You think I'm nuts?" he asked. "A straight dude with a hardon pressed up against a gay dudes cock?"
"No" said Jonathan softly, brushing Paul's hair out of his eyes, "I think you are someone who has a pretty cool outlook on life with some serious things you haven't let out of your system about your best friend's death"
"Maybe" said Paul, moving slightly, their cocks rubbing, causing Jonathan to involuntarily move against him. "I miss him so much. One time we had gotten right royally shitfaced and passed out in bed pretty much like we are. When I woke up Nick had shot off during the night all over both of us. Was kind of funny"
"Yeah, well. uhm. I'm not too far from that point now" said Jonathan, barely holding on to his own emotions. Despite this being a straight guy, and Nick's best friend, he was getting more and more physically aroused at Paul's hard body and 9" cock.
"I kinda noticed" said Paul. "Your cock is leaking like Hell"
"I think we had better break this off before it gets out of hand" said Jonathan.
"In a minute" said Paul, holding on to Jonathan tighter. "Listen to me. You probably saved my life after Nick died. I couldn't have afforded all the doctors and physical therapy. I had like basic medical coverage from college, but no way would it have covered the bills. It must have cost a fortune. What I'm trying to say is no one has done anything like that for me before. Thank you doesn't seem like enough"
"Don't worry about it" said Jonathan holding onto Paul. "It is OK. How could I not? You are part of the family here. I take care of my own. I care about everyone here man. I...."
Before he could finish, and despite every ounce of will of his being, he couldn't stop the reaction. Paul had moved one last time, his wiry pubic hair brushing against the sensitive nerves of Jonathan's cock head. It triggered a violent orgasm. He could only hold onto Paul tightly, his eyes screwed shut as the feelings of physical pleasure swept through him. Thick wads of hot cum sprayed over his own and Paul's cock. He felt Paul holding him tightly as he felt Paul's own load explode against him. For minutes neither spoke, remaining locked together. Finally Jonathan let go of Paul's body, allowing some separation between them.
"I don't know what to say" said Jonathan.
"Then don't say anything" said Paul. "It's cool. I got the feeling you needed that, and to be incredibly honest, I did to. I haven't had sex in almost a year. Haven't even jerked off a lot. I told you Nick and I did that once. I know I'm straight, and it won't happen again, but its' something that had to be done and gotten out of the way. It felt incredible and I am betting we both are gonna be better off for it."
Jonathan could only lay there and realize that he was right. Looking back at Paul, he smiled.
"Thanks" he said.
"I'm going to grab a shower" said Paul getting up and walking towards the bathroom. In the dim light Jonathan could see the remarkable body that Paul had.
As he waited for Paul to finish, the phone chimed softly next to the bed.
"Yeah" said Jonathan.
"We got us a mystery" said Danny.
"What time is it?" asked Jonathan.
"About 7pm local time" said Danny. "We are on the ground at LAX. I got a bunch of people surrounding the plane, we are cool here but we need to talk about some stuff."
"OK give me like 15 minutes. Set it up in the conference room. You, me, Brandon, Captain Hendrickson, and whoever else you think we need. Get some food set up."
"You got it" said Danny.
Jonathan swung himself out of bed, looking at the mess, shaking his head. "You want to give me a clue as to what's up?"
"I'm not sure, but all I know is that we were stonewalled from landing in Hawaii by the Department of Justice"
to be continued.