Simon was tired and sore from five hours on a plane, but both conditions were eased by the luxury of finally getting to stand again after so long. He felt the muscles of his legs stretch and burn in protest as they attempted once more to get used to the tightening and relaxing procedure necessary for walking up the gangway.
The walk to the arrivals gate was short, and Simon was grateful that he only had his carry-on luggage with him and wouldn't have to spend time waiting at the baggage claim. As relieving as it was to finally be off the plane, what he really wanted more than anything was just to go home. He'd only been away for a week, but it felt much longer.
As the gate came in sight, Simon scanned the crowd and—ah! There he was. James, waiting for him just outside the gate, met his gaze a second later and waved. Simon smiled and felt a little less tired, despite the trip.
Moments later and he was through the gate and swept up in James's arms, lips pressed breathlessly together.
"Missed you," James murmured hoarsely, pressing his face into the crook of Simon's shoulder.
"Mm, missed you too." Simon ran a hand through James's dark, messy hair. "Missed you an awful lot, actually, for only being gone a week."
"A week is a long time," James muttered, his hands resting now on Simon's hips. He pulled forward slightly and ground their crotches together in a way not entirely appropriate for a crowded airport lobby. Simon gasped as he felt James's sizable erection rub against his thigh.
"I've really been looking forward to seeing you," James admitted with a chagrined look.
"Apparently."
James pulled him close again, his hand straying down to grab one of Simon's buttocks and squeeze. Simon started and grabbed the hand, pulling it off him.
"James!" he hissed. He glanced around, but the crowd of people surrounding them seemed more interested in their own tearful reunions than in the two men. He rearranged his hand in James's so they were clasped. "Come on," he murmured. "Let's go."
Simon led the way down the hall to a door along one wall clearly marked as a janitor's closet. He tried the handle and found that it opened into a small walk-in closet with cleaning supplies against one wall and a sink in the corner. Darting another glance around to make sure no one was watching, Simon pulled James into the room.
The moment the door closed behind them, James was all over him. He had Simon pushed up against the empty wall and was kissing him fiercely. Simon nearly bit his lip from the force of colliding with the wall, but responded in kind, his hands roaming restlessly over James's body.
"Fuck, fuck, I missed this so much. I missed you so much," James muttered against his lips. "You need to stop going places."
"I don't know about that," Simon joked, "if this is the kind of welcome I ge-" His words cut off abruptly in a groan as James shoved both hands past the waistband of his jeans and cupped his ass, squeezing him and grinding their hips together.
"Want you," said James, as though it wasn't obvious.
"There's some hand cream in the upper pocket of my suitcase." Simon gestured vaguely to the bag on the floor next to them. "Couldn't take much with airport security and all, so it's small, but it should be enough."
James was already kneeling on the floor and rooting through the bag, finding the small white plastic tube of cream and drawing it out. He left it momentarily on top of the bag and returned distractedly to his lover, tearing open the button of his jeans and yanking his pants and underwear down around his ankles.
Simon watched him with mounting excitement as James carefully lubed up his fingers and returned, still kneeling, to Simon's body. He let out a breathy whimper through his nose as James leaned forward, simultaneously licking a stripe down Simon's swiftly-hardening cock and reaching around behind him to massage Simon's hole with his slick fingers.
Simon tried to concentrate on his breathing as his lover teased him with his lips, mouthing at the side of Simon's cock and breathing hot and wet against it. Simon swallowed, bringing his hands to rest gently in James's hair, but not trying to control his movements.
James slid Simon's cock into his mouth at the same time as he slid two of his fingers into Simon's ass. Simon moaned, his head thrashing back against the wall. His fingers tightened involuntarily in James's hair, and he felt James's chuckle vibrate up the length of his member.
This past week had been very long indeed, and Simon wasn't sure how long he'd be able to last like this. But James, as always, seemed to have a sixth sense about this sort of thing. He prepped Simon quickly but thoroughly, and refused to fully deep-throat Simon's length, resorting instead to teasing licks and suckles that aroused Simon without fully satisfying him. The masterful familiarity that James displayed over Simon's body was at once comforting and maddening.
"James," Simon panted, his voice insisting, and anyone else would've needed clarification, but James knew him, and that was what made this wonderful. He could say everything he needed to say with just one word in a specific tone of voice, and James understood perfectly.
"Alright," said James, standing up. Then they were kissing again, lava-hot and sloshing sloppily across their lips. James smiled ruefully, leaning his forehead against Simon's. His fingers still darted slickly in and out of Simon's ass, turning the position of James's arms into an easy embrace. "I don't want to turn you around," he murmured. "I missed you. I want to keep kissing you."
Simon knew exactly what he meant by that sentiment, and kissed him again in agreement. He cast around the room for inspiration.
"There!" Simon gestured with a nod of his head to a set of wire shelves on one side of the room that held the cleaning supplies for the closet. James looked skeptical, but Simon pulled himself off of his lover's fingers, extricated his feet from the tangle of his pants and shoes, and led them over to a bare patch of wall next to the shelves.
When they got there, Simon lifted one of his legs up onto one of the lower shelves, his arms wrapped around James's shoulders for balance. His had the effect of raising one thigh and spreading open his legs. James smiled in understanding and moved forward, pinning Simon against the wall. With one hand he hitched up Simon's other leg around his waist. With a good half of Simon's weight supported by the shelves, it was easy enough to pick him up and brace him against the wall.
James fumbled slightly lining himself up, but Simon helped him, shifting his weight as necessary and balancing them as a single graceful entity, rather than two separate awkward forms. James found his mark and Simon let his weight slide downwards, impaling himself on his lover's cock, sinking blissfully down into the sweet feeling of fullness.
James let out an extended groan as Simon slid down onto him, and braced his lover against the wall as hard as he could. When Simon's weight had settled, James started to thrust. Their precarious position meant his movements could not be particularly large, but they were all the more forceful to make up for it. James pounded the frustration and loneliness of the last week into his lover.
The shelf they were using for balance rattled under the swift motions, toppling cleaning supplies to the ground. Simon grunted in time with the thrusts, happily full, loving the depth of the hardness he could feel inside him, the movements only just large enough to make him really feel it, really understand that James was taking him, claiming him. Just hard enough to feel the love and lust as James worked it into him, inch by inch.
Simon grasped James's shoulders desperately, and James freed one hand enough to reach between them and milk Simon's member, stroking him rough and firm, knowing how he liked it. They kissed, tongues tangling, and the kiss was just one more fire-hot point of connection, one more place where their bodies joined together, where flesh met flesh in glorious pleasure.
Simon felt as though he were melting into James, losing track of which connection points were which; they were simply connected, fused together at odd joints like some kind of strange, delightful monster. When he came he almost couldn't tell if he was coming into James's hand or his mouth, or somehow, in some weird distorted way, into himself.
James's thrusts sped up, and then suddenly he pulled out. Simon's eyes widened as he felt the hot splashes of James's seed against the bare flesh of his ass as James splattered his finish.
At Simon's curious look, James explained breathlessly, "Didn't, huh, want you to have to walk around leaking, since we still have the trip home and everything." His forehead, sweaty with exertion, lay pressed against the hot skin of Simon's neck. His breath came in hard pants.
Simon nodded and smiled. "I appreciate that." He looked up and down the shelves they'd braced against and then nodded. "There's some paper towels over on the middle shelf, if you'll let me down."
James grunted, but stepped away from the wall, steadying Simon so that he wouldn't fall over as his support was removed. Simon's legs felt shaky from the strength of James's fucking, but he managed to steady himself without collapsing, and reached for the paper towels to clean them off.
As he handed one to James, his lover smiled and kissed him once more, this time slow and sweet, lacking the urgency of the previous kisses but twice as full of foolish sentimentality. "It's good to have you back," he said.