Man Sitting With Me Say What?

Joe sighed as he boarded the plane that would take him over the Atlantic Ocean to their next city. He really hated flying and his lover Kofi was with Smack Down and couldn't fly with him. He gave his suit case to the flight attendant who stored it away for him before finding him seat. He had his own little nap sack with him so he had his music player and other little things to keep him occupied. He hated that he was going to have to sit by someone else. He just didn't like someone he didn't know sitting so fucking close. Joe sat down and took out his Ipod. He pressed play and let the sound of Joe Nichols fill his ears. He was actually pretty content, except for the butterfly's in his stomach because he was one a plane. That had been it until he saw the man he was sitting with start making his way over.

((Anyone?))

Husky made his way over to his seat. He wasn't happy about where he'd gotten seated. First class was sold out and usually he liked to sit by himself. But hey, at least he had the aisle seat. He grumbled as he sat down, not even bothering to look up at who was beside him.

Joe cursed to himself. He had been seated with that fatass Ferrarri guy.
Fucking wonderful.
Joe just turned his head and looked out the window. Maybe if he ignored him he wouldn't talk.

Husky turned at the movement. He groaned when he saw who was behind him.
Oh joy, Mr. Perfection himself. Yeah right.

Joe wasn't perfect, he was far from it but he had been raised to act as if he were and it stuck so yes, he was perfection.

Husky rolled his eyes as he grabbed his iPod out of his bag. Just cause Joe's father was perfect did not mean he was.

Joe was better than Husky. He had more training, he was sexy, he did NOT weight three hundred pounds and still have the indecency to wear a speedo. Joe rolled his eyes.

Husky glared as Joe rolled his eyes. Why was he rolling his eyes. He got the honor of sitting beside Husky.

Joe narrowed his eyes.
"What in the fuck are you looking at fatass."

"I... I'm not sure. Could ya help me out? I THINK, it's supposed to be a man." Husky said, examining Joe with mock curiosity.

"Nope, im to perfect for that. Im superman with Kofi as my Kryptonite, smartass." Joe smirked.

"If you're so perfect then why did Kaval win season two not you?" Husky retorted.

Joe shrugged.
"Because he is small and to the rest of the roster he is nice and fuckable, a good bottom. But nope, I have my lover and Im still here."

Husky scoffed.
"And you're a top? Right." Husky wanted to laugh. Joe was definitely bottom in his eyes.

"Actually I do both with Kofi. Im not one or the other, im both."
Joe shrugged, he liked it that way.

Husky laughed. The idea of Kofi or Joe being a top was amusing to him.

"What? Are you a top? Damn you must not have a lover, you'll fucking smother them during sex...Oh wait...Can you even find your dick?"

Husky narrowed his eyes.
"The reason I laughed was because I didn't know you or Kofi had dicks."

"Yeah, and we can even find ours without sending a search party to look for it." Joe laughed at Husky's sad attempt at a insult.

"I will not dignify that with a responce." Husky snapped as he put in his earphones.

Joe laughed his ass off as Husky had no come back. He shook his head and turned his Ipod on, listening to his music, he hadn't even noticed the plane take off.

Husky glared and cranked up his music attempting to drown out Joe's laughter.

Joe was listening to his music to as he stared out the window. He hated heights.

Husky leaned back in his seat. He figured he'd try and sleep.

Joe picked up his phone as My Boo came on by Girlicious. It was Kofi. He answered it.