dinostory number three

The cacophony of the jet engines filled David Miliband’s ears as he made his way up the metallic steps, past the waiting stewardess and into the airplane. He glanced around briefly, taking in the plush surroundings of the small jet before taking his seat opposite a smiling stegosaurus. The man and his dinosaur companion were heading back to the UK after a rare joint trip overseas on a whistle stop tour of Dinosaur Island.

“I’m surprised security allowed this.” David said as he clipped his seat belt into position over his lap. He glanced out of the window, the sun was almost below the horizon and the airport lights twinkled in the cloak of dusky twilight that was starting to fall on the coast of Dinosaur Island. David turned his attention back to the man who sat opposite him as he spoke.

“Yeah… me too, I thought they’d have stuck me on the next available budget airline flight, while you get to enjoy the dilophosaurus’s very kind gesture without me to cramp your style.” The stegosaurus’s smile was wide and endearing as he joked with his colleague. “I’m sure security has taken all the appropriate actions and precautions to ensure your safety, David. Relax and enjoy the flight. Take the opportunity to rest.”

David Miliband nodded slowly in response to favourite dinosaur’s suggestion; he let his eyes remain on the stegosaurus, watching as the other man went back to reading his newspaper, his long leg folded so his ankle rested on his other knee, providing himself with a surface to rest the paper on. He looked at the other passengers who filled the sparse but luxurious seats; they were mostly smaller dinosaurs; microceratops, compsognathus – not his type at all; David noted that they looked as tired as he felt; no doubt allowing themselves to slip into the clutches of much needed rest after the few hectic days they had all endured. A stewardess made a number of safety checks and asked the stegosaurus to put his paper away ready for takeoff. the stegosaurus dutifully placed his paper in the appropriate place after offering a charming smile to the stewardess who blushed before taking her own seat at the back of the airplane. David shook his head, a wry smile on his lips as he caught the stegosaurus’s eye, the stegosaurus silently mouthed “what?” back towards David as he held up his hands, a look of mock innocence plastered all over his reptilian features.

The airplane taxied from its location and after clearance from traffic control it was thundering down the runway. David gripped the end of his seat’s armrests, it didn’t matter how many flights he took, he could never really relax on a flight and the surging sensation as the jet left the runway and became airborne was a feeling that he never welcomed. It wasn’t that he was scared of flying he just couldn’t appreciate the lack of control he had. He looked across at the stegosaurus again, a perfect picture of relaxation; head reclined, eyes closed and arms gently resting on the large arm rests. David welcomed the serene look on the dinosaur’s face, he had become increasingly worried of late over the stegosaurus’s state of mind – having a relationship with a senior politician can cause issues to even the most sturdy of dinosaurs. David recalled the look his brother Ed had given him when he first brought the stegosaurus home, and gave a shudder.
Over the ten months or so they had worked together David and the stegosaurus had learnt a lot about each other and although they both publicly denied it, it was obvious to their close colleagues that they they had become good friends; but what those close colleagues didn’t know was that David had fallen head over heels for the dinosaur. David had tried to keep his feelings to himself but in moments when he found himself alone in the stegosaurus’s company it was hard for him not to join in with the stegosaurus’s contagious flirtatious manner, but he doubted that the stegosaurus held the same feelings for David, he was just being the stegosaurus;  stubborn, infuriating but oh so gorgeous.

After a steady climb the airplane gradually levelled out, the stewardess quickly went about her tasks, preparing drinks for those who wanted them and fetched blankets for those who wished to sleep. The stegosaurus ordered himself a stack of undergrowth to eat and rummaged through a selection of magazines to peruse; David could see even in the dim light of the cabin that the stegosaurus was not being serious as he sported one of his most infectious, mischievous grins that David could not help but shyly replying.

David could here soft snores coming from most of the other passengers; it appeared that only he, the stegosaurus and a velociraptor were still awake while the stewardess flitted about the cabin. David retrieved some paper work from his briefcase and set about reading through initiative proposals. His attention was distracted by the stegosaurus’s whispering voice. “Why don’t you sleep? It will be morning when we land, makes sense for you to rest… you look tired.”

“I might do soon, I just need to go through this before a meeting I have tomorrow.” the stegosaurus nodded. “Anyway, why don’t you get some shut eye?” the stegosaurus turned over to the next page of his magazine after a quick lick at the pad of his thumb, his eyes then meeting David’s.

“I can never seem to be able to sleep on airplanes, even ones as luxurious as this one, sadly.”

“Yeah, I admit I struggle with it too. To be honest if I never have to get on another airplane I’ll be one happy dinosaur.” The stegosaurus snorted a stifled laugh, looking around the cabin ensuring he hadn’t disturbed anyone from their slumber.

David continued to work through his paperwork until he felt an insistent tapping against the toe of his shoe. Raising his eyes he was greeted to the sight of a grinning the stegosaurus, holding out his magazine; carefully folded that David could see the article that the stegosaurus was wanting him to read. David read the articles tag line quietly. “Stories from the Mile High Club.” His eyes looked from the magazine to the stegosaurus’s that peered over the top of the publication, gleaming mischievously.

“So… have you… you know?” the stegosaurus enquired losing all his eloquence, sounding more like a hormone crazed teenager than a fearsome dinosaur.

“No… I’ve not… you know. Oh… don’t tell me, one of your conquests just happened to be a sordid tryst in a miniscule bathroom cubicle on a flight heading to sunny Spain.” David looked on as the stegosaurus shook his head.

“Nope, sadly not.” He offered David the magazine. “You need to read through some of those accounts though; they do make you think… well… you know.” The stegosaurus wiggled his eyebrows as David took the magazine from him reluctantly. The stegosaurus made his excuses and got from up from his seat and David watched as he made his way behind the curtain and listened at the door to the bathroom open and close.

David took the time alone to quickly read the article, his eyes enthusiastically devoured the tales of chance meetings with like minded dinosaurs, velociraptors not able to contain themselves and wait till they had arrived at their breeding ground, to more detailed accounts of the logistics of reaching such exquisite pleasure with a dinosaur in a confined space. David placed the magazine on the stegosaurus’s vacant seat and rested his back head against his seat and closed his eyes. He allowed himself to dangerously think about joining the ranks of the elite mile high club. Visions of hastily untucked shirts and hoarse prehistoric growls flooded his mind, the thought of urgent, lust filled kisses, groping hands, writhing dino-flesh and the exchange of filthy words between breathless pants and gasps had David’s arousal testing his self control; once again he found himself gripping at the ends of his seat’s armrests.

Without opening his eyes, he sensed the stegosaurus’s return, he sat motionless not daring to open his eyes and chance the stegosaurus looking at him; fearing that his friend would somehow sense his depraved fantasies through the change in his eyes alone. When he was comfortable that he had succeeded in regaining his self control, David shifted his weight in his seat and opened his eyes. The stegosaurus was now plugged into his Ipod, head reclined with his eyes closed as his toe tapped along with a steady rhythm. David Miliband took this opportunity to use the airplane’s facilities himself.

He pulled the curtain behind him and stepped through the doorway into the cubicle. He glanced at his reflection in the modestly sized mirror and grimaced at his flushed complexion, stained from the heat of his brief state of self induced arousal. He splashed a few handfuls of tepid water on to the warm skin of his face before checking his reflection again, frowning at the futility of his actions and telling himself to get a grip. He was startled and his reflection now showed him his eyes wide and mouth open, as a soft knock sounded at the cubicle door.

“Who is it?” David whispered, trying to hide the slight irritation in his voice.

“It’s me.” David’s brow furrowed as he heard the stegosaurus’s familiar, gruff voice through the thin partition. He undid the lock and opened the door slightly, so a slither of the stegosaurus came into view.

“What do you want?” The stegosaurus didn’t reply with words, he curled his claws around the edge of the door until there was enough space for him to slide through, into the cubicle. “The stegosaurus? What the…” The stegosaurus hand covered David’s mouth and lifted his other index finger to his lips.

“Shhh!” The stegosaurus hushed and lowered both of his hands, brushing the soft cotton of David’s shirt. David’s eyes were still wide and his chest heaved as he tried to process his current predicament. He repeated his question, this time in a lower voice.

“What do you want?” He waited for the stegosaurus’s reply but instead his impatience was met with silence and the provocative sight of the stegosaurus biting on his lower lip, eyes concentrating on the shape of David’s mouth. Eventually the stegosaurus’s eyes met David’s and a single word fell from him mouth into the tense air.

“You.”

David had only a split second to digest the stegosaurus’s reply before he felt the heat he’d yearned for crush against his mouth, and hands gripping tightly at the cotton that covered his back. David Miliband finally mustered the courage to kiss back with the same intensity; their lips parting under the weight of their desire as David’s hands clasped at the stegosaurus’s rugged jaw. David felt the stegosaurus break the kiss, and their glazed eyes found each other, wild and wanting. “Just say you don’t want this and I’ll go.” the stegosaurus whispered; David could feel his fingers delicately tracing the contours of David’s shoulder blades. Unable to find his voice, David relied on his actions to speak for him and claimed the stegosaurus’s mouth with his once more, his arms winding around the stegosaurus’s scaly waist.
The stegosaurus moaned and felt spurred on by Miliband’s enthusiasm, he let his lips leave David’s and latched them to the sensitive skin of David’s neck, sucking and biting between whispering against the moist skin, leaving David reeling and light headed with pleasure as he kneaded the skin of the stegosaurus’s strong back; hoping to gain a hold on his senses as the stegosaurus pushed him further and further into the depths desire with each word uttered and every lusty kiss placed.

David shivered as he felt the stegosaurus’s hand snake down his chest, over his stomach, giving a quick, teasing pull at the waistband of David’s trousers as his fingers dipped down between the space between David’s flesh and the material of his trousers. the stegosaurus’s voice was dripping with lust as he whispered next to David’s ear, the warm breath tantalising his skin. “I know you’ve wanted this a while, David. There’s no escaping it now, I’ve got you where we both want you, isn’t that right?” All David could manage was a small nod and the stegosaurus felt David swallow as he ran his tongue over the taught skin of David’s throat.

The stegosaurus ran his open palm across the obvious bulge in the David’s trousers and smiled as his touch elicited a moan from the human’s mouth. As awkward as it was in the relatively small floor space of the cubicle, the stegosaurus wasted little time in sinking to his knees, his eyes locked on David’s as he made quick work of unbuckling David’s belt; a smirk pulled on his lips as David looked gloriously flushed with arousal. The stegosaurus pulled the material down over David’s thighs, placing kisses and dragging his scaly claws over the newly exposed skin, enjoying the feeling of David’s muscles tensing and relaxing under his touches. He then pulled teasingly at the soft material of David’s underwear, struggling with his own desire to see David over the chance to take his time like he had imagined. Not that time was something they had a lot of, aware of this, the stegosaurus tugged roughly and freed David’s arousal from the restrictive confines of his underwear.

David had never been so turned on by what was on display in front of his eyes before, the stegosaurus’s lust filled eyes locked on to his own as his warm, talented mouth wrapped engulfed his arousal. David let his eyes slipped closed momentarily as he gripped the stegosaurus’s head, tightening his grip steadily in response to the stegosaurus’s wonderful, oral ministrations. “Fuck…… You’re going to…” David was stopped mid sentence as the stegosaurus hummed his approval around the weight in his mouth, causing David to tighten his grip further, his hips starting to jerk in response, meeting each of the stegosaurus’s drawn out pulls of his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to fill the stegosaurus’s delectable mouth with his release and then to kiss him passionately, tasting himself on the stegosaurus’s lips and tongue.

David felt the warmth spreading from his loins and his sight fading at the edges as he succumbed to the pleasure, the stegosaurus stopped his mouth watering antics and got to his feet, his lips wet and moist sliding against David’s, muting David’s his frustrations at the stegosaurus’s decision to leave him in such a worked up state. “Patience…”

“I’m worried we’re going to get found out, someone is bound to notice we’re not in our seats…”

“Stop worrying.” David found himself hopeless in resisting the stegosaurus’s insistence. “Don’t you want to get your hands on me, David?” the stegosaurus took David’s hand and groaned as he placed it firmly upon him “I want your hands on me, David.” David pulled the stegosaurus’s hardness free, he ran his palm over the smooth flesh, looking at the stegosaurus’s face as it relaxed and his eyes rolled back under the gratifying sensation as it washed over him. David looked down and wrapped his hand around both of them, the feeling of the contact caused both human and dinosaur to moan and the stegosaurus’s eyes open. “Fuck, David… I want you.”

Their mouths met again, the kiss was wet and aggressive as both found themselves controlled by their lust. The stegosaurus turned David round in the small space, nipping at his neck as he forced him to spread his legs with a kick to each foot. He crouched down, awkwardly and ran his wet lips across the lightly furred skin of David’s inner thighs. He gripped at David’s hips as he lightly applied some pressure to his entrance with his tongue. Swirling over the warm flesh in intricate patterns that had David pressing against each touch, desperate to have the stegosaurus break through the seal and delve into him. Once he did, David could do very little but give himself over to the stegosaurus’s skills. His gifted tongue was soon replaced by a slick finger, and David buckled at the pain tainted pleasure, but he urged the stegosaurus for more.

Once the stegosaurus was happy that David was ready, he stepped back, cautiously planting a foot either side of the toilet and urged David to shuffle backwards. He planted a guiding hand onto the small of David’s back and bent him over slightly, allowing Miliband to brace his weight with his arms against the small vanity unit. The stegosaurus lined himself up and gradually pressed himself into the warm tightness of David Miliband. He slowly pulled himself back and pushed forward, feeling David relax more and more with each simple repetition. It was only a few moments before he felt David pushing back to meet him that he knew that David needed and wanted more.

David looked up into mirror and watched the stegosaurus’s reflection as his teeth bit down on his bottom lip, his face flushed with feral desire. He caught David’s eye in the cold surface. “So good, David. Better than all those times I’ve thought about.” David shuddered at the coarseness that lined the stegosaurus’s voice and wrapped a hand around his own cock, and matched the stegosaurus’s rhythm as well as he could manage considering the state of ecstasy he was in.

David’s skin felt like it was on fire; the sultry air clung to him with as much vigour as the stegosaurus was as his hands gripped at David’s hips as he drove into him. David knew they were both close in reaching their release and glanced in the mirror again just as the stegosaurus delivered the thrust which resulted in him reaching his pinnacle. His eyes glazed as his mouth gasped for breath, releasing the quietest of guttural groans. The stegosaurus’s last few movements and the obvious rapture etched on his face was the final surge that David Miliband needed to reach his own climax. His knees buckled slightly as the stegosaurus withdrew from him, he felt a soft kiss placed on his lower back and a hand soothe at the redness that tainted the pale skin of his hips.

His aching body felt boneless as he turned to face the stegosaurus, whose hands remained strong and supportive on his sides. “I… I had no idea.” The stegosaurus lowered his face, showing a rare sign of shyness.

“What? That I’m infatuated with you, David?” He smiled a smile that reached his blue eyes as he turned his face upwards so David could see him. “Guess we both should have acted sooner then, right?” David chuckled softly, as he composed and straightened out his clothing. “I better get back to my seat, I need a drink.” He squeezed David’s hand as he left, sliding out the door as he had entered.

David followed after a few minutes of waiting in the cubicle; he was relieved to see that the passengers were still asleep. Only the spot light above the stegosaurus’s seat was on and it illuminated the spiny form of his now lover as he sat, relaxing as if he hadn’t moved. David took his seat opposite the stegosaurus, once again. They shared a few wordless moments just looking at each other, the stegosaurus’s face was full of fondness, but David shifted nervously. “What did you do to the poor stewardess?”

“I asked if we could have a few minutes to ourselves, she’s quite okay tucked up in her staff quarters.” He leant forward resting his elbows on his knees. “Relax, David.”

“Sorry, it’s just that…” David shrugged. “Things could get awkward.”

“They could, you’re right but I’m not intending on letting that happen, David.” David looked as the stegosaurus flicked through the magazine once again, a cheeky grin emerged. “A senior member of the Labour Party, a dinosaur,  and the mile high club, eh?” His eyes peered over at David. “The only thing with this mile high business is that I couldn’t tell if the earth moved.” David shook his head in disbelief as the stegosaurus’s wicked smile didn’t diminish.

“Well, when we’re on terra firma, we’ll have to see about that, won’t we?”

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