"We do. I plan to have dates from you before we land. I mean the actual physical dates. Are they physical," he asked, though the words trailed off as Arthur leaned in closer.

Then their lips were touching and they were kissing and Tuck realized he'd lost all ability to think. At least not about anything but Arthur. The way his lips felt against Tuck's, the soft shush of his breath.

Without thinking, his hand came up to cup the back of the other man's head. Kissing him a bit deeper, tongue sweeping over his bottom lip with a groan. They were on a plane. In public. He was forgetting that a bit.