On his knees, Algy gripped the doorframe with one hand and Ginger's wrist with the other, and pulled hard. With that assistance, Ginger managed to scramble inelegantly aboard, almost ending up on top of Algy in the process, then pushed himself back up and yanked the cabin door until it slammed shut and the catch clunked into place.
"We're all in, go!" Algy yelled in the direction of the cockpit, although the engines were already spooling up. Biggles clearly had no intention of waiting around any longer than was absolutely necessary.
Ginger turned to Algy and grinned breathlessly. "That was a near squeak."
There was a sharp crack, and a bullet punched through the fuselage; from the placement of the hole, it must have passed within a few inches of Ginger's head. Once again, Algy grabbed him by the arm and pulled, and this time Ginger did end up on top of him.
"Far too near for my liking," Algy muttered viciously. He was sprawled on his back, his limbs tangled with Ginger's, and Ginger's breath loud in his ear. Ginger made to roll off him, but another shot rang out and Algy wrapped an arm around his back to keep him close. "Stay down," he hissed.
"Don't need to tell me twice." Ginger's voice was muffled against Algy's neck.
The aircraft lurched to one side and then the bumping of the undercarriage stopped abruptly, and Algy felt the familiar dropping sensation in his stomach as Biggles put it into a steep climb. He breathed a sigh of relief, and relaxed his hold on Ginger.
Ginger lifted his head and his eyes met Algy's. He was very close, and he was still breathing heavily, and suddenly he was kissing Algy hard, crushing their mouths together as Algy's lips parted in surprise. Then, just as suddenly, and without his being aware of having made the decision to do so, Algy was kissing Ginger back like his life depended on it.
He cupped the back of Ginger's head with one hand and tightened his grip on his body once more, and was astonished by how right it felt; as though he—both of them—had been awaiting this moment for a long time, and now it had finally arrived they couldn't possibly wait another second. Ginger's mouth was hot and demanding, and equally demanding was the hand that had somehow worked its way between them and was now awkwardly tugging at Algy's flies. He shifted slightly, both to allow Ginger better access and to allow his own reciprocation, and sent up a silent thanks to whichever bright spark had come up with the idea of putting a solid bulkhead between the cabin and the cockpit.
Although, judging by the noise that Ginger made when Algy got a hand on him, either he had forgotten that Biggles was nearby or he simply didn't care.
They carried on kissing as they touched one another, rough and urgent and almost painfully intense, until they both collapsed in a panting, sweating heap. Algy might have been embarrassed at how quickly it was over, if Ginger hadn’t spent a split-second before he had. Neither moved for a few minutes, and the only sounds were the roar of the engines, and two sets of lungs gasping for air. Algy carded his fingers through Ginger's hair, his limbs still shaking with adrenaline and the aftershocks of desire, and Ginger mumbled something into his shoulder.
"What was that?" Algy asked softly.
"I said," replied Ginger, a little sheepishly, "I hope it doesn't take me nearly getting shot for you to do that again."
Algy laughed, but before he could reply there was a hail from the front of the cockpit. "That's us on course," called Biggles. "One of you get on the wireless to Bertie and let him know. All okay back there?" he added.
"Absolutely fine," Algy called back, sounding much steadier than he felt. He didn't take his eyes off Ginger. "Just planning our next move."
FILL: Algy/Ginger: Feelings Reveal
"We're all in, go!" Algy yelled in the direction of the cockpit, although the engines were already spooling up. Biggles clearly had no intention of waiting around any longer than was absolutely necessary.
Ginger turned to Algy and grinned breathlessly. "That was a near squeak."
There was a sharp crack, and a bullet punched through the fuselage; from the placement of the hole, it must have passed within a few inches of Ginger's head. Once again, Algy grabbed him by the arm and pulled, and this time Ginger did end up on top of him.
"Far too near for my liking," Algy muttered viciously. He was sprawled on his back, his limbs tangled with Ginger's, and Ginger's breath loud in his ear. Ginger made to roll off him, but another shot rang out and Algy wrapped an arm around his back to keep him close. "Stay down," he hissed.
"Don't need to tell me twice." Ginger's voice was muffled against Algy's neck.
The aircraft lurched to one side and then the bumping of the undercarriage stopped abruptly, and Algy felt the familiar dropping sensation in his stomach as Biggles put it into a steep climb. He breathed a sigh of relief, and relaxed his hold on Ginger.
Ginger lifted his head and his eyes met Algy's. He was very close, and he was still breathing heavily, and suddenly he was kissing Algy hard, crushing their mouths together as Algy's lips parted in surprise. Then, just as suddenly, and without his being aware of having made the decision to do so, Algy was kissing Ginger back like his life depended on it.
He cupped the back of Ginger's head with one hand and tightened his grip on his body once more, and was astonished by how right it felt; as though he—both of them—had been awaiting this moment for a long time, and now it had finally arrived they couldn't possibly wait another second. Ginger's mouth was hot and demanding, and equally demanding was the hand that had somehow worked its way between them and was now awkwardly tugging at Algy's flies. He shifted slightly, both to allow Ginger better access and to allow his own reciprocation, and sent up a silent thanks to whichever bright spark had come up with the idea of putting a solid bulkhead between the cabin and the cockpit.
Although, judging by the noise that Ginger made when Algy got a hand on him, either he had forgotten that Biggles was nearby or he simply didn't care.
They carried on kissing as they touched one another, rough and urgent and almost painfully intense, until they both collapsed in a panting, sweating heap. Algy might have been embarrassed at how quickly it was over, if Ginger hadn’t spent a split-second before he had. Neither moved for a few minutes, and the only sounds were the roar of the engines, and two sets of lungs gasping for air. Algy carded his fingers through Ginger's hair, his limbs still shaking with adrenaline and the aftershocks of desire, and Ginger mumbled something into his shoulder.
"What was that?" Algy asked softly.
"I said," replied Ginger, a little sheepishly, "I hope it doesn't take me nearly getting shot for you to do that again."
Algy laughed, but before he could reply there was a hail from the front of the cockpit. "That's us on course," called Biggles. "One of you get on the wireless to Bertie and let him know. All okay back there?" he added.
"Absolutely fine," Algy called back, sounding much steadier than he felt. He didn't take his eyes off Ginger. "Just planning our next move."