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I hate that our flight was delayed. Not because now we’ll be late getting to Memphis, we’ve already called the hotel and explained it to them so our room will be waiting for us when we get there, but my boyfriend wants to kill time hanging out in the bar drinking. If he gets too drunk and he can’t fly I swear I’ll go without him.

He orders another beer, his third. I give him a look.

“Three beers won’t get me drunk,” he says.

He leans over and kisses me. We kiss for a minute. Despite him always managing to do something to piss me off, I love him, love kissing him.

“Relax this is supposed to be a fun trip. Don’t get upset with me already,” he says.

He looks at me, a slight pout on his perfect lips.

I smile, kiss his pouty lips. “Asshole,” I mutter.

He smiles back showing me his dimple that he knows I can’t resist.

To say I love him would be an understatement. I honestly can’t explain in words how much I love him. And I have loved him from the minute we met, and I like to think he felt the same.

We met at a party about a year ago. Valentine’s Day. Talked briefly, then went our separate ways. Then later I saw him heading towards the front door and I wasn’t ready to let him walk out of my life. I asked him if he was leaving and he replied, “Not without you.”

We left together and haven’t been apart since then.

I love him so much it scares me.

And now I just want to have a nice anniversary/Valentine’s Day weekend with the asshole I love with all of my soul.

“Hey,” I hear my friend Amanda say.

I turn around and hug her, then hug her boyfriend Spencer.

They’re coming with us this weekend. When we found out our flight was delayed they decided to stay in bed longer, so they’re just getting to the airport now.

“So any news? Flight still on for five?” Spencer asks.

I nod my head.

“As far as we know,” Eddie says. He looks at his watch. “We still have an hour so sit, have a drink.”

Eddie orders four beers, one for each of us. This will only be my second but I won’t have any more.

It’s Eddie’s fourth though and I know he’ll probably have at least one more, he better be able to get on the plane later.

At twenty till five we pay our tab then head over to our gate.

Luckily Eddie is only slightly drunk, walking fine, so they shouldn’t have any issue with letting him on the plane.

I can tell he’s just sleepy and will probably be asleep as soon as he puts his seatbelt on.

We get on the plane with no problems. Eddie takes the window seat, sticks his backpack under the seat in front of him which happens to be Amanda’s seat.

I sit next to him and stow my carry on tote bag under the seat in front of me where Spencer sits.

Eddie stretches and yawns, he’s so predictable, I knew he would be tired.

“Sleepy?” I ask him.

He kisses me. “You don’t mind if I nap do you?”

“Nope. Nap and when we land you’ll be wide awake…we can stay up and play.”

He kisses me again. “I knew I kept you around for a reason.”

The plane fills up quickly, I think everyone is ready to get on the way.

It doesn’t take long for everyone to get in their seats and we are taxiing down the runway.

Eddie puts our armrest up, lays down with his head in my lap.

I run my fingers through his hair. He has the most beautiful hair. About to his shoulders, brown and curly. I’m jealous that he has better hair than me.

I play with his curls, twist them around my fingers while the plane takes off.

Eddie sighs, then I see his hand move to his mouth. I lean over to see if he’s doing what I think he is. I smile when I see him, eyes closed, sucking his thumb. Twenty seven years old and sometimes when he’s really tired…he sucks his thumb.

Hopefully no one will notice because I think he might be embarrassed if anyone besides me knew. I’ve never even told Amanda.

“My sleepy baby…take a nap,” I say to him.

Our flight is only about three hours. Not enough time for me to even think about sleeping.

I lean back and close my eyes. I guess tonight, since it will be late by the time we get to our hotel, maybe just time for dinner then relax.

Tomorrow we can walk down Beale, get wasted, maybe all of us share a bed and play a little. I smile thinking about it. It’s been awhile since we’ve all slept together….or played together because when the four of us are in bed…there’s no sleeping going on.

The flight attendant is starting to serve drinks and snacks.

We’ll be last since we’re in the back, but that’s ok, I don’t want anything anyway. Not like I could put my tray table down with Eddie’s head in my lap.

I look through the crack between Amanda and Spencer’s seats to see what they’re doing. I can’t really see Spencer since he’s in front of me, but Amanda is reading a book.

I stick my finger between the seats and poke her in the shoulder.

She looks back at me.

“What are you reading?” I ask her.

She denizli escort holds up her book so I can see the front. Some cheesy romance novel. I will never understand why she likes those things. I roll my eyes at her.

“It’s good…read one…you’ll see,” she says.

Spencer and Amanda both get a drink when the flight attendant reaches us. I shake my head and tell her no thanks.

She looks down at Eddie sleeping on my lap, and she looks at me and smiles. I wonder what she thinks of him sucking his thumb?

About an hour later Eddie wakes up, sits up.

“Did you sleep good?” I ask him.

He nods his head. He pushes his hair back, runs his hand across his chin running it across his soul patch he insists on keeping. Anyone else would look stupid…he looks hot as fuck.

He yawns. “Is anyone in the bathroom?” he asks and nods towards the bathroom across the aisle from us.

I shake my head. “No.”

He starts to unfasten his seatbelt. I put my hand on his. “You can’t,” I say and point to the seatbelt sign that is on.

“Are we landing soon?” he asks.

“No we have like forty five minutes left I think. There was a storm so they said that we should all stay in our seats and turned the sign on. Are you ok?”

He sighs. “Remember before we got on the plane? I drank five beers. I need to get rid of five beers.”

“Oh…well we’re landing in like half an hour or so, try not to think about it.”

He leans back in his seat and closes his eyes. I kiss his cheek.

“It will be alright…just think about something else,” I tell him.

He sits there quietly for a few minutes, but has a pained look on his face. I feel so bad for him.

He reaches one of his hands into his pocket. I can see him moving his hand around. He tries to pull his shirt down to hide what he’s doing, but I know anyway.

I briefly think about what a little boy he is sometimes, first sucking his thumb while he sleeps, and now having to pee so badly he’s holding his dick. Maybe I should have put a diaper on him before we left the house. I quietly giggle thinking about it.

A few minutes go by and his leg is jiggling. He moves around in his seat. He looks so miserable. I feel so badly for him, so I wonder why right now I feel a tingling between my legs. My undies are feeling very slightly damp, but it’s not because I have to pee. Am I getting turned on by my boyfriend being so desperate?

“Are you ok?” I ask him.

He shakes his head no.

“Is there anything I can do?” I ask.

He looks at me.

“Do you want me to see if they’ll let you get up so you can use the bathroom?” I ask him.

He bites his bottom lip. “Don’t worry about it…I’ll be okay.”

“Like thirty minutes, then we’ll be landing. As soon as we get to the gate you can go to the bathroom. Thirty minutes.”

“In about five minutes I’m going to piss my pants,” he says.

He leans over, gets his backpack out and starts digging through it.

“Eddie…are you ok? What can I do?”

He looks over at me. “I’m fine. Just let me know if anyone comes back here.”

“What are you doing?”

“I can either sit here in misery, piss my pants eventually, or I can take care of the problem,” he says.

“Ok but…” I start to ask.

He holds up an empty Ziploc bag up.

He unfastens his seatbelt, scoots up in his seat, unfastens his shorts and starts peeing in the bag.

“Are you seriously pissing in the bag?” I ask him laughing.

He smiles at me. “Just keep watch and let me know if anyone comes back here.”

“Jesus,” I say laughing.

“What are you laughing at?” Amanda asks.

“Don’t ask,” I reply.

“Why….what are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything…Eddie though…” I say and start laughing again.

“Here,” Eddie says and hands me the bag full of warm pee.

“I don’t want that,” I tell him.

“Just hold it so I can put my dick away before someone comes back here.”

“What? What are you guys doing?” Amanda asks. She tries to turn around in her seat and look through the crack between the seats.

I take the bag from him. It’s so full.

I try to zip it but it’s heavy and wet on the top, so it’s not easy to do.

“Did you really piss in a bag?” Amanda asks looking at us through the crack.

“I had to piss so bad,” Eddie tells her.

He sits back in his seat, puts his seatbelt back on.

I try to hand the bag back to him.

“I don’t want it,” he says.

“I don’t either and it’s your piss so you take it.”

He shakes his head. “Put it in your purse.”

“No. It’s going to spill, you put it in your backpack,” I tell him.

“I can’t believe you guys are arguing about a bag of warm fresh piss,” Amanda says laughing at us.

Spencer takes an earbud out of his ear. “What is everyone laughing about?” he asks.

Amanda whispers to him what is going on. Spencer looks back between the seats at us, I show him the bag of pee.

“What are you going to do with it?” he asks.

“I don’t know. He wants me dikimevi escort to put it in my purse, but there’s no way, it will leak or break. I need to dump it or throw it away somewhere,” I say.

“Wait for the flight attendant, she’s working her way back here collecting trash,” he suggests.

“Shit. Where can I hide this? If she sees a bag of pee I think we’re going to be in trouble,” I say.

“Oh hey…here,” Spencer says. He takes something out of the pocket on the back of the seat in front of him and hands it back to us.

It’s an air sickness bag.

“Stick it in there, close it up, throw it away. She’s not going to know what’s in it.”

He’s right.

Eddie opens the air sickness bag, I drop the bag of piss into it, Eddie closes it up.

And with perfect timing, the flight attendant is only two rows ahead of us.

I can’t look at her when she stops by our row. I pretend to be looking out the window. Eddie drops the air sickness bag of piss into her trash bag, says “thanks” and she turns around and walks back to the front of the plane.

I snuggle into Eddie to enjoy the final thirty minutes of the flight. My arms around him, my head on his shoulder.

He kisses the top of my head. “Hey…I’m sorry about that. I just really had to go. There was no way I was going to make it until we land.”

I lift my head up and look at this beautiful man for a second, I kiss his cheek. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I just didn’t want you to be upset…or grossed out or anything,” he says.

I pick up one of his hands and put it in between my legs so he can feel how wet and hot I am. “Does this feel like I’m upset or grossed out?”

He smiles, then nuzzles my neck. He picks up one of my hands and puts it on his cock. “Make me hard.” he whispers.

I giggle. “Not now. Wait until we get to the hotel.”

He starts stroking me. “Let me take care of you then.”

I sigh because I imagine how amazing him getting me off right now would be…but it can’t happen because we’re landing soon, there just isn’t time, and well…because while we’re in the last row and the seat belt sign is still on, someone could come back here.

I shake my head. “I wish, but there isn’t enough time. And someone might see what we’re doing.”

“Why didn’t you wear a skirt? No one would notice if I casually slid my hand up your skirt.”

I kiss him. “Remind me to wear a skirt on the flight home.”

When we’re getting off the plane…I still can’t look at the flight attendant. Eddie has no problem of course. He stops and chats for a minute. I finally grab his hand and tell him we need to get to the hotel.

When we get to the hotel I get kind of upset when I try to check in but am told we need to wait because the room isn’t ready.

I get even more upset when Eddie suggests we go have a drink at the bar in the lobby.

“One.Fucking.Beer,” I tell him.

He smiles at me. “Of course.”

“You guys can just come up to our room, it’s ready.” Amanda says.

“Why is ours not ready? You called them hours ago letting them know when we would be here. It should be ready. They have no excuse,” I tell them.

“Hey…baby…calm down. It’s going to be ok. Have a drink…we’ll be in our room soon,” Eddie says.

He tries to kiss me because he knows I am a sucker for him when he kisses me and I will always give in. I turn my head and push him back.

“Ahhh…rejection. Should I go stay with Spencer and Amanda?” he asks.

“You would like that. And no. Just order me a drink and I will try to be happy.”

“Hey let us know when you’re in your room and we can make plans,” Amanda says before her and Spencer head to their room.

We walk over to the bar and sit down. Despite it being a Friday, and the day before Valentine’s Day, the bar is pretty empty.

The bartender comes right over to us. “What can I get for you?” she asks Eddie.

“Um…I guess just two Coronas please.”

“Two? Why don’t you order one now and I’ll bring the next when you’re finished,” she replies.

He glances over at me, I guess to make sure I’m still there. “Oh…well one is for my girlfriend,” he says when he sees I do actually exist and am sitting next to him.

She puts on the fakest smile…ever. “Oh…I didn’t realize she was with you,” she says and laughs. “I thought she followed you in here and just sat by you.”

I roll my eyes. I know I do. Is this dumb bitch serious? Did she not see us holding hands when we walked in? And when he tried to kiss me we were standing right inside the door.

“Yeah…she’s with me. So can you please get us two beers,” Eddie says as nicely as he can muster even though I know he’s pissed.

She opens two beers and sets them in front of us. I’m so glad we could see her open them because I would have been afraid she would spit in mine.

“Thanks,” Eddie says as she sets them down.

“Do you want to start a tab…or are you staying in the hotel? If you are I can just bill them to your room.”

“We are…but don’t know our room number dikmen escort yet…there seems to be a mix-up or something about our room…but yeah start a tab…” he starts to say.

“What? No. One beer…remember?” I ask him.

“You have one…I might have two.”

This night is starting to piss me off. I mean the day started with the damn plane delay, then Eddie drinking so much and having to pee in a bag on the plane, then the damn room not being ready, the bartender not realizing I exist, and now this asshole wanting to get drunk again. I’m about to go demand a room…any room…and stay in it alone. Take a long hot bath…relax in bed alone. Or maybe I’ll call Amanda to stay with me.

“What’s wrong now? You have that look. You’re ‘I’m about to lose my shit’ look,” he says.

“Because I am about to lose my shit. This day has turned to shit. I just wanted to have a nice Valentine’s weekend with you…and so far today has steadily gotten worse and worse.”

“Hey…come here. I’m sorry the day has been so shitty. Let’s drink our beers, then I will tell them our room needs to be ready. I’ll run you a steaming hot bath you can soak in while I order dinner. You haven’t eaten, I know you have to be hungry. I call Spencer and tell him we want to be alone tonight. Does that sound like a plan?” he asks.

I look at him, right into to his beautiful stupid blue eyes and nod my head.

He wraps his arms around me, holds me tight for a minute. “I promise everything will be fine. Tonight was shitty, but tomorrow will be amazing.”

I feel him nuzzle my neck, kiss it, then move up to my ear.

“I love you,” he whispers.

We hear a noise like someone knocking over a glass, and then I feel cold wetness on my side. Eddie quickly moves back away from me.

“I’m so sorry. I can be so clumsy,” the bartender says.

She knocked my beer over and spilled it all over me.

“Seriously?” I say looking at Eddie.

I’m about to cry but I won’t in front of this dumb bitch.

I look down to see the damage. The whole side of my jeans are soaked. My hoodie too. All in my crotch. It looks like I pissed my pants…and then some.

“Can I get you a towel or something?” the bartender asks.

“You’ve already done more than enough. I think we’re done,” Eddie tells her.

He stands up, he takes my elbow and helps me up. We start walking towards the door.

“What about your beers?” she asks,

“Neither one of us took a drink. I’m not paying for them,” Eddie tells her as we leave.

We go straight to the front desk. The woman working there looks at me, sees my soaking wet clothes. “Is everything okay?”

“No not really. Your bartender dumped a beer on my girlfriend. We’d really just like to get to our room now so please tell me it’s ready,” Eddie explains.

“It is. I was going to come find you soon. Let me have someone bring your bags up to you,” she tells us.

We only have one suitcase and then our carry on bags.

“Let me have your stuff, you get settled and I’ll have this all brought to you in about twenty minutes.”

She hands Eddie an envelope with our card key in it.

“I put two keys in there. You are in room ten twelve. Just take the elevator to the tenth floor and follow the arrows. It’s really easy to find. I think you will find the room satisfactory…but if not please let me know,” she tells us.

“Thank you. And how late is your room service open?” Eddie asks her.

“Until two for food. If you need drinks after that you can call room service or me.”

“Thank you,” we both reply.

We stand in the middle of the elevator just holding each other. I swear this day better not get worse. Maybe I should just go to bed and not even chance a bath, I may drown!

I smell like beer though and am all sticky so I need to at least shower. I’ll decide after I see the bathroom.

“Eddie…why are we on the tenth floor and Amanda and Spencer are on the third floor? I wanted to be right next to them.”

“Um…I don’t know. Let’s sleep tonight and you can complain tomorrow if you want.”

“I’m really tired of this day. I just want to go to bed,” I tell him.

“You don’t want to fool around with your favorite guy?” he asks.

“I would if he was here…”

He looks at me…sees me smiling and knows I”m kidding. He probably knew anyway. He knows I love him with all my heart.

We reach our floor and the doors open. I’m surprised we weren’t trapped in there as bad as my day has been.

We follow the sign that point to room ten twelve. It’s at the end of the hall and there are two fancy doors, not just one regular door.

“I think she told us the wrong room number,” I say to Eddie.

He gets one of the card keys out and swipes it in the door, it turns green and he pushes the door open.

“Nope. I’m pretty sure this is right.”

I step inside the room and gasp. I just stand there looking at everything for a minute. I’m in a beautiful fancy room. There’s a bar, two sofas, two chairs and a coffee table.

I can see a beautiful four poster bed in the bedroom. I walk into the bedroom. There are flower petals on the bed in the shape of a heart. There’s also small heart shaped boxes of chocolates on each pillow.

I walk into the bathroom to find towels folded into heart shapes and flower petals everywhere.

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