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Now the PLUS, enjoy this alternative ending of Airplanes chapter 32.

Including smutt scenes (insert winky face)

Liam shuddered as Theo pulled him closer, hands buried in his hair, sending a spray of sand flying through the air and into his mouth.

Theo spluttered, head turning to the side as he hacked, trying to clear it, hands leaving Liam to wipe at his face which only succeeded in getting more sand smeared against his skin.

Liam watched him, a bemused grin tugging at his lips. "You're so sexy," He snickered.

Theo stuck his finger up at Liam, a distasteful look on his face as he tried to wipe his hands clean on Liam's chest. Liam squirmed, trying to get away from the gritty feeling of it. Theo gasped, hands moving to grip at Liam's sides to hold him still.

"Stop moving," he growled.

Liam stilled, eyes wide as he felt something long and hard underneath him. Theo's eyes shifted away from him, cheeks slowly dusting with a rosy hue. Liam was equally amused and terrified. What was he meant to do? He couldn't call Mason - that would be weird. You can't call your best friend mid make-out session to ask about surprised erections, right?

His heart thundered in his chest but he swallowed down his panic, focusing on the rattle of Theo's heart as he shoved the hysteria deep inside him. Theo had said to stop thinking. So he had to, just... not think.

With no Mason to turn to, Liam bit his lip, fingers digging into Theo's shoulders as he did the only thing he could.

He moved.

Liam's breath fled his body as Theo gave a long-drawn out moan that sent a spike of heat directly to Liam's groin. His own dick swelled, uncomfortably restricted by his board shorts.

"F-fuck," he stammered. "Theo, I-"

He had no idea what he had meant to say, whether it was to apologise or beg for more, but Theo cut him off by rolling his hips up and stealing all possible thoughts from his head.

A moan tore out of Liam's throat, grinding down, wrapping his arms around the other and burying his head in Theo's neck as he panted in his ear, desperately trying to pull in air.

Theo's legs wrapped around Liam's hips, bringing their dicks together, only a thin layer of fabric separating them.

The sound that Theo made as he bit down on his shoulder was pure sin. Liam was coming apart, piece by piece, utterly destroyed by every sound and touch and taste, drawing him further and further in until he was completely lost.

He pulled away only to lean down and capture Theo's lips again, tongue sliding into his mouth, massaging and stroking it, swallowing every delicious sound the other boy was making before it could build in his throat.

Liam's hands ached as they traced over Theo's skin. This wasn't real. It couldn't possibly be real.

Desire clouded his mind, the need to devour overtaking him, the scent of arousal swirling through the air, mixing with the smell of the salt that still clung to their skin.

He dragged his mouth away from Theo's, moving to his neck, sucking a red mark against his fluttering pulse. Theo purred, baring his neck, and Liam did it again, sucking harder, a purple bruise rising to the surface.

Theo's claws in his sides brought him back out of his haze, the scent of blood clearing some of the fog from his mind. He gazed down at Theo, eyes glassy and mouth gaping open as he panted for air, the dark bruise slowly fading from his skin, and the barest hint of fangs poked out from Theo's mouth.

A sense of wonder filled Liam. He had done that, he had made Theo look like that.

"God," he breathed, "you look-" Liam broke off, licking his lips as his eyes skirted across Theo's face again and then back to his neck, the mark still burning against the skin. He did that. Theo let him do that.

"What?" Theo asked, shifting slight, his hair falling in front of his eyes.

"-About as wrecked as I feel," Liam said with a small swallow. He reached up, tenderly brushing Theo's hair back from his face. He grimaced slightly at the gritty feel of it, hand retreating as he rubbed his fingers together, glancing around and noticing just how much sand they had managed to bring into the truck with them.

"Do you think we left any at the beach?" Theo smirked, eyes twinkling with mirth as he gazed up at him. Liam huffed a laugh, wiping the sand on Theo's chest. Theo wrinkled up his nose, batting Liam's hand away. "I need a shower," he muttered.

"Me too," Liam agreed. He had sand in unmentionable places, places that he would really really like to be clean so that they could continue... whatever this was.

"I think we passed a shower block on the way here," Theo said. He shifted underneath Liam, and their dicks brushed together again, making Liam whimper, a shiver running up his spine.

He ground down into Theo reflexively, and he hissed, biting down on his lower lip, eyes fluttering closed. Liam leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth.

Their mouths gripped, clung, soft sighs and pants the only sounds apart from their dizzying race of their hearts.

Liam pulled away again and Theo whined, chasing his mouth desperately.

"Shower first," Liam said, holding him at arm's length. Theo's eyes darkened as he stared up at him and Liam swallowed nervously. He could see the calculation in the other boy's gaze as he considered how to get his own way. "I mean it," he said weakly. Theo licked his lips, and Liam's eyes dropped, watching the action. His resolve weakened. Who cared about a little sand, right?

"Get off me then," Theo said.

"Huh?" Liam gaped, gaze snapping back up to meet Theo's gaze. His lips tipped in a smirk.

"Can't shower from the backseat, Pumpkin," Theo pointed out cheerfully.

"Now get off." Theo's legs dropped from his sides as he pushed Liam away, sitting up.

Liam pouted but moved to the side, letting Theo up, sighing as he got out of the car. A cool breeze made Liam shiver, swirling around him and driving away the scent of sex. Liam sat for a moment, closing his eyes and trying to will down his erection.

"Hurry up," Theo called, already halfway down to the beach, towel and toiletries bag in hand.

Liam grabbed his own towel and jogged after him, catching up quickly, slightly bow-legged.

It was not easy to run with an erection and anyone who said otherwise was a fucking liar.

Thankfully, the beach that Theo had parked near was all but deserted and there was no one around to witness Liam's... situation.

Liam showered quickly and efficiently, sneering at the sand that swirled down the drain and trying to think of anything, literally anything, other than sex.

It was difficult though. Living in a car with another guy was hardly conducive to jerking off. He couldn't remember the last time he had, had enough privacy to even consider it.

And sex, well, Liam has had sex with Hayden, of course, but how did sex with a guy even work? He knew, like, the basics of what went where, but... how?

Liam leant his head on the wall separating them and sighed. He could hear the water running in the next stall, the soft happy hums that Theo made as he washed the sand from his skin. Skin that he'd been able to touch, that he'd been able to taste if only briefly.

Liam wondered if the mark was still on Theo's neck or if it had faded. He wondered if Theo would let him replace it.

Stop. I won't think about Theo naked. I will not think about Theo naked. I wont think-.

"You're thinking again, aren't you?" Theo drawled. Liam jumped guiltily.

"Maybe," he muttered mutinously.

"I could hear it from here." Liam could hear the smirk, could picture it so clearly in his mind's eye. He remembered what it felt like against his lips when Liam had first climbed into the back seat and-

They'd be back to the car soon. Maybe the moment would be gone, they'd go to sleep and wake up the next day to a thousand questions about what next. Or maybe, maybe the moment wouldn't be gone, maybe they'd end up back in the same position with their skin burning and lust coiling in their stomachs.

Liam shook his head violently. Shutting off the water with a quick slam.

"I can't help it," he grumbled, grabbing his towel. He needed Mason. He needed to know what to do if something did happen.

"I'll meet you back at the truck." Liam said, as if he really needed to specify where he'd be running off too.

"Try not to think too much. Your head might explode." Theo said.

Liam wrapped his towel around his waist, completely unwilling to put his sandy board shorts back on. "I'll try," he said quietly knowing full well he would be thinking outrageously and walked out of the shower block.

"And don't steal my truck," Theo yelled. Liam rolled his eyes.

"Dude, it was one time," he grumbled, making his way up the path back to the truck.

Could he even call Theo dude now, he'd gotten fairly up close and personal? Or was that taboo now. Was dude, bad boner etiquette?

A glance around told him that he was alone, but he still pulled on a clean pair of sweats in record time. He swept as much sand off the back seat as he could. There really was an awful lot of it.

The car still smelt of lust and it made Liam's head swim.

Walking around to the passenger side, he opened the door and grabbed his phone. He pulled up Mason's contact and stared at it wondering if he was really going to do what he thought he was going to do.

His eyes skirted back to the shower block, lip pulled between his teeth as the scent of the car washed over him.

There was no sign of Theo yet, but he had no idea how much time he had. He swallowed, jabbing the call button and waited.

Eyes flickering to the showers every half second.

It answered after four rings. Liam opened his mouth, ready to blurt out a question only to let it die in a strangled yelp after remembering the day before. He really didn't want Scott or anyone, hearing the conversation he was about to put his best friend through.

"Hello," he said tightly.

"It's safe," Mason chuckled. "Well do-"

"Are you sure?" Liam asked hurriedly. "Where are you?"

"I'm sure," Mason said. "I'm at home, with no one else."

"Not even Corey?" Liam asked suspiciously.

There was a guilty silence.

"Ok, maybe Corey is here," Mason admitted.

"Dude that's not safe." Liam hissed.

"It's Corey. Of course it's safe." Mason said softly. Liam's eyes moved back to the shower block. He didn't have time to argue about it and really, two gays was probably better than one at this point.

"Fine," he said, moving away from Theo's truck trying to escape the smell as he watched the shower block with one eye, alert for any movement.

"What's up?" Mason asked. "Is this about the kiss? Because-"

"No," Liam interrupted. "Look, I don't have much time. I need my Goda."

He could hear Corey laughing and he scowled.

It really wasn't a laughing matter.

"I'm listening," Mason said warily.

"Ok, so-" Liam said, heartbeat spiking, was he actually going to do this? "Okay." Liam said, pumping himself up. "Okay." He added again.

"Dude-"

"Three sentences or less, without the freak out, how do you have sex with a guy?" Liam rushed out.

He finished by biting his lip hard enough to make him wince. Even over the phone, he could hear Mason's heart jump.

"What?!" Mason shrieked. Liam's head whipped up, searching to make sure he was still alone. Thankfully, the path between the truck and the shower block was still clear.

"I said without the freak out," he hissed. "Keep it down."

"I'm not freaking out," Mason said, his voice high pitched. "Who's freaking out? Not me, nope. Just my best friend calling to ask for emergency sex advice, no problem."

"Mason," Liam begged.

Mason cleared his throat. "Jesus, ok, um, you know what goes where, I assume?"

"I've got that much figured out," Liam rolled his eyes. "I just don't know how exactly that is supposed to happen."

"Lube," he heard Corey say. "You need lots of lube. And preparation."

"Huh?" Liam asked. Preperation? Liam thought bemused, he wasn't cooking a roasted dinner.

"You know, like, fingering," Mason said, the words sounded like they hurt to come out. Liam felt his cheeks heat instantly. He could have lived the rest of his life not hearing that word from his best friend.

"R-right," he stammered. "Um, and where exactly am I supposed to get lube from?"

"What? You're gonna do it right now?!" Mason yelled. Liam cursed slapping a hand over the phone as if he could muffle the voices. He prayed to every god he could think of that Theo could not hear this conversation.

There was a fumbling noise and then Corey's voice. "Ok, Liam, where are you?" Corey asked, Liam returned the phone to his ear reluctantly.

Eyes shifting around the area.

"At the beach, standing by Theo's truck," Liam said.

"Ok." Corey said. "Do you..I mean, you have a bag right? Or he has one, is there any there?"

"No." Liam said, moving back to the car and picking through the duffle like there was a chance that he'd spent the last few weeks blind to a bottle of lube rolling around with their things.

"Okay..Uh...Go check the glove box in his car," Corey suggested.

"What? Why?" Liam frowned.

"For lube, obviously," Corey said.

"Why would Theo have lube in his car?" Liam asked, perplexed.

"The same reason you have lube in your bedside drawer I would imagine," Corey said, Liam could hear his smug little smirk.

This gave Liam a pause, as he considered Theo lying across the backseat of his car like Liam had seen him so many times before, one hand gripping his cock while the fingers of his other hand moved slowly in and out of his body.

"Christ," he muttered, swallowing past the lump in his throat as his mouth ran dry, feeling blood rush south once more. He shook his head, walking back towards the car.

I will not think about Theo naked.

He threw open the passenger door again, climbing in and opening up the glove box.

There was an odd assortment of items in there, mostly shoved in there carelessly by Liam over the past few weeks. Theo the droid, A half-finished bag of gummy snakes, a stack of napkins, an assortment of CD's, a couple of pens, manuals and stuff for the truck, a half finished packet of chewing gum, a scalpel and a mirror that Liam was sure he'd seen at Deaton's before and there.

And then, right at the very back behind Theo's emergency stash of money, was a small white and blue tube.

Liam pulled it out, staring at the label.

"Liam?" Corey asked. "You find some?"

"Yeah, thanks Corey," Liam said, blinking and shaking his head slightly in awe. He had lube, he had lube and Theo and him, might use it together at some point.

Movement drew his attention, Theo finally starting to make his way up the path. Liam fumbled with the phone "Shit, shit, I have to go." Liam hissed. "Corey, seriously, thank you."

"What?! No!" Mason yelled, snatching the phone back from his boyfriend. "Liam Dunbar, don't you dare hang up on-"

Liam hung up only feeling slightly guilty.

He got out of the car, watching as Theo walked towards him, heart in his throat. His eyes trailed over Theo's body, from the broad shoulders to the muscled chest and abs and then down to the towel that hung loosely around his hips, held up by a single fold.

Theo stopped in front of him.

"Bit keen there, aren't you Pumpkin?" Theo said. Liam's eyes flicked up, startled to find Theo smirking at him, both eyebrows arched curiously.

Liam followed his gaze down to the lube he still held in his hand. He felt like the blood was simultaneously trying to rush out of his face, leaving him pale as a ghost, and sweep right in leaving him blushing like a tomato.

Jesus he hadn't even asked Theo how far he thought they'd go, what if Theo just wanted to sleep? What if Theo didn't even like sex. Liam launched the lube into the back seat like it burnt him, embarrassment clawing through him.

"I'm sorry." Liam said quickly. He was close enough that Liam felt the drops of water that flicked off Theo when he turned his head back to look at him.

A small bubble of laughter crept from Theo's throat as Liam's cheeks flamed and his heart pounded uselessly.

The 'you're a dumbass and I like it' expression was back on Theo's face. Soft and warm leaving Liam's insides turning to goo.

He watched as one droplet slid from his hairline, down his cheek and dripped down and onto his collarbone. It paused by Theo's tattoo, before continuing down. Liam's gaze stuck to the dark ink on Theo's skin, mind flying back to the lake, to rubbing his thumb over Theo's collarbone.

Theo shifted nervously, slowly moving closer to Liam, lifting his arms and bracing them on either side of Liam, caging him in against the truck. He tapped his finger against the metal. Once, twice.

"Hey." Theo hummed. Liam grinned back at him, stupid and dopey.

"Hey." Liam replied, fingers sneaking out to take Theo's hips. He watched as Theo's adam's apple bobbed before he looked back to the tattoo.

Theo didn't run as Liam's hands tightened on his waist. He stayed there, leaning over Liam, hands braced against the car, finger tapping. Once, twice.

Liam leaned down, running his tongue over the tattoo. Theo sighed softly.

Liam moved his arms, wrapping one around Theo's hips, the other at the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he did it again, nipping at the skin and soothing it with his tongue. Theo moaned, breath shaky and broken.

His teeth grazed over the tattoo, and Theo keened, hips bucking, his head fell back as he stared up at the darkening sky a soft curse breaking through his lips like a prayer.

Liam smiled against the tattoo. Theo's heart was thundering in his chest, soft pants slipping from his mouth.It made his knees weak, this power. He was so incredibly drunk on it.

Slowly, he kissed up Theo's neck, nose dragged over his skin, inhaling deeply, scenting the other boy. He smelt like salt and arousal, like fir and citrus and Theo, a heady mixture that made Liam groan.

He nipped at Theo's jaw, teeth scraping as Theo whispered his name.

Liam pulled back, emotions roiling through him in a dizzying tempest, some that he still didn't quite dare to name, but overlying it all was a desperate need, to kiss and taste and sink into Theo's soul, touch him and watch him break so that Liam could put him back together again, so that Theo would never be anything other than his.

Theo looked at him, eyes unsure, flickering across Liam's face, as if he thought Liam would disappear in a puff of smoke, or maybe he was waiting for Liam to freak out. For him to back peddle like he'd done so many times before.

But, Liam was done being confused.

He gazed back at him, the solid weight of the car behind him, cool against his bare skin, just... looking, tracing over the strong jawline, the red, kiss-swollen lips, the green eyes flecked with gold, the hair, getting long now and flopping over his face, haloed by the last rays of the sun setting behind him.