*James*

"This is your plane???" Julia snaps out of her funk as we all board the private jet to check it out. She had a really bad morning at the Avalon and has yet to talk to me about it. Even Paul seems on edge from it. But everyone puts it aside for now the second we see the interior of this plane.

 It doesn't faze Paul or Trisha for obvious reasons. This is the world they live in. But the rest of us, Jonah, Casey, Julia... we all sport the same look of shock. I've never been on a private plane before.

[Well half my plane. The other half is Trisha's. Hell, she works more hours than I do. I just show up.] 

Nate texts and Trisha reads it to everyone and then laughs.

"This is unbelievable." I say softly as we all look around. Nate takes Julia to show her around, Jonah and Casey go off on their own, Paul plops down in one of the recliners, and Trisha stays with me. 

"All the recliners have tv's and shit." She rolls her eyes. Trisha knows I'm not much of a tv watcher and also knows I may be the only person in L.A. content with the things I have. Materialistic just isn't me. That being said,  it's insane to be on this  luxury jet right now.

Trisha shows me how all the recliners turn into beds and all have little partitions you can close at night for privacy.

"Unreal." I say with wide eyes. Whoever thinks up this stuff is genius. "So now I can see how you can have sex on tour." I raise a brow and Trisha bursts out laughing at that.

"Well this plane is brand new so it hasn't been christened yet." She smirks, knowing I'm going to jump on that comment.

"We can chat. You say when and I'll be there." I tease, forgetting Paul is sitting on the recliner in front of us. He scoffs and shakes his head.

"Please don't. Bad enough we have to deal with those two." Paul ticks his head to the private bedroom suite meaning Nate and Julia.  Trisha lets out a sigh and I just shrug my shoulders.

 I shrug my shoulders but then think about that for a moment.  Me and Lindsay kinda use each other a little when we have an itch that needs to be scratched.

 I'm pretty sure I'll die if I go a full year without sex. 

 And Julia is trying to do right by Nate. Which I applaud. Doesn't mean I'll stop flirting with her, that's for sure. In the end it should be James and Julia anyway.

"Oh God, you're thinking about something in that head of yours Gallo. Spill it." Trisha plops down on a recliner and I do the same. Ok, these leather recliners are really comfortable.

"You really don't want to know."

"No, we really don't." Paul answers for Trisha and she flips him off.

"James. You were plotting something."

I laugh and shake my head. "No, I was just thinking I could physically die if I don't have sex for a full year while we tour. Can I bring Lindsay on for my Booty Call?"

"Oh. My. God." Trisha wanted to know.....so I told her. 

"Please do." Paul smirks and closes his partition on us, making us laugh. We all know Lindsay is hot. She's like Trisha hot.

******

*Trisha*

 This will be the first time we go on tour when Nate isn't MY booty call!! He was single the last time we toured, before Covid. I mean, I was on again off again with Dave but we weren't engaged yet. Nate is engaged. He has Julia. James is right. We may die if we go a whole year!

"See...now I got you thinking too, Don't I?" James raises a brow at me.

"Now that I think about it. This is the first time Nate won't be MY booty call." I admit. Both James and Paul know by now Nate and I have slept together. Paul has known for years. "Speaking of. Where the hell is Jonah and Casey?"

"Stoppp. We are right here." Jonah puts any rumors to rest. They are both sitting in their individual recliners playing around with the tablets and behaving.

"Boring. Be my booty call, Banks." James announces in front of everyone.

"You wish, Hotstuff.." I retort but James laughs a little and stares me down. He can see it in my eyes, can't he? Sonofabitch knows I want him, doesn't he? I'm so glad Paul is sitting in front of us and can't see our facial expressions right now. James shrugs me off and puts his hands behind his head in a relaxed manner.

"Your loss." He closes his eyes, pretending to ignore me now.

"Nahh. I like you too much James The Receptionist. I'd never want to ruin our friendship." I whisper over to him, knowing there is no way anyone can hear us with the distance between the front and back recliners. Jonah and Casey are in the very back and Paul is in front of us.

"Yeah. Yeah." James gets up and heads to the front to use the bathroom. I frown when I see him having trouble with the lever. His hands can't grasp that. He drops his shoulders and looks away with embarrassment. I quickly get up and walk down to help him.

"These things are fucking hard as it is." I have to use both hands to lift up the lever and it can be difficult. "Pain in my ass." I say to the damn thing as it finally opens. "Here ya go. Just let me know if you need help."

"I need help." James  pushes me in to the small bathroom and pulls the door shut behind him.

"James!" I whisper but freak out. 

"Trisha.." He slowly lowers his face down to my ear and kisses my earlobe. "Be my booty call." 

James is bold. Real bold. I never realized how he is bold like Nate. When he wants something he goes for it.

"You're insane." I let out a slight laugh.

"No, I'm realistic. We don't want to die  on tour. It's called survival mode." 

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." I whisper.

"Knock it off in there." Nate bangs on the door thinking I'm either just showing James the bathroom or helping him with something. Regardless I jump a mile and James sighs. I unlatch the door and we walk out. I close it and show James how it latches shut, convincing Nate that I was just showing James shit. 

Julia looks up at James and back down again with suspicion. Jesus, imagine the damage she could do to a friggen plane if she spirals out? Three bathrooms. Three. I have a feeling Paul caught on to what I was thinking when Julia walks by me and he glares at me, then smirks. I love Paul. He cracks me up. Even if it was a short lived fling. 

Paul is technically my booty call and he knows it. But James.... I'm really starting to fall for James. More than just friends. And that would kill Julia, so no one can ever know. That would push her right off this jet while it's thousands of feet up in the air. No parachute. She'd just jump. I believe it.

*****

*James*

"That private jet was ridiculous, huh?" Julia helps me untie my shoelaces so I can get ready for bed. We're in my room chatting away. Julia doesn't mention the Avalon and I don't bring it up. I won't. She knows I will wait for her to initiate those conversations. When she's ready, she'll talk. Tonight I can tell she doesn't want to think about negative stuff.  But she's been avoiding me more lately to stay in friend zone. Just having her standing here in my room is something that has been less frequent.

"Crazy how different their lives are from ours." I admit, trying to keep the conversation going, remembering the day Julia and I were at Griffith Park together and I joked about her cracked phone. It took her awhile to save up for that phone so she didn't care about the crack. She was content just knowing it still worked. Nate goes around throwing phone left and right during his fits of rage and Trisha has a damn stockpile of new iPhones for him. 

"And you're marrying into it." I huff.

"I'm not marrying into nothing. I don't care about Nate's money. You know that." Julia takes offense. She lines my sneakers up and stands in front of me with her arms crossed.

"I didn't mean it like that." I successfully pull off my shirt and throw it off to the side. Julia shakes her head and picks it up.

"You're like a teenage boy, you know that?" She tosses the T-shirt into the hamper and watches me fumble while trying to unbutton my jeans. I know she was trying to get me used to the button and zipper this morning when she helped me get dressed but it's been a disaster since. I've needed help every damn time I needed to take a piss. Casey would help but it's embarrassing. 

"Never put me in jeans again." I begin to get frustrated and Julia catches on. She stands in front of me and unbuttons, then unzips my pants and I've got to admit, it turned me on a little.

"Sorry. I was hoping maybe you'd  be able to undo your jeans....sorry. I should have known." 

"You're good. I thought I'd be fine too. Some days are better than others." I put my hands on top of Julia's which are still holding on to the zipper of my jeans. She stares down at them and then her eyes slowly make their way up to mine. She's barely touching my skin above my boxers but it's enough to send me over the edge and I know she feels it too. She drops her eyes to my chest now unable to look up at me. Yep. Dead giveaway that Julia feels it.

"Julia..."

"James." She huffs.

"Look at me." 

"No. I can't ..." Julia keeps her eyes lowered.

"Julia..I said- LOOK AT ME." I demand again a little harsher, pulling her chin up so we lock eyes. I study her face for a moment and then sigh. 

"I miss you." I admit and swipe her bottom lip with my thumb. 

She knows what I mean. I miss being with her. I miss our intimacy. I miss everything about her that Nate gets now and I don't. Julia closes her eyes but puts her forehead on my chest while wrapping her arms around my waist for a hug. It's all she can give me now and I hate that.

"I miss you too." She says against my chest.

"I never did make the cut, huh? I never could live up to Nate Hollan standards." I drop my forehead down to Julia's shoulder to hide my emotions.

"It was never about living up to his standards. Never about making the cut. It's about making a choice and sticking with it. I can't have you both and going back and forth was driving all of us crazy. You know that James." 

Julia kisses my bare chest where my son's name is tattooed over my heart. Once, then twice, then catches herself and stops.

"I'm sorry. I can't be near you like this." She can feel my heart pick up in pace and I most certainly can feel hers. There's no denying that.

Either way, Julia takes a step back and continues to apologize. All I want to do is grab her into my arms and kiss her. Hold her. Make love to her. But I can't. Instead, she sits on the recliner while I'm in bed, and holds my hand to help me fall asleep. I should be grateful she even does that.

But I want more.

*****

*Trisha*

I head to my room early tonight and scroll through my phone while laying in bed. I have James on my mind tonight, especially after today on the plane. The way he was flirting with me. The way he looked at me.

I become nosy and type in his name on Instagram and notice his account is public. It looks like he follows mostly personal trainers posting workouts. All his sisters whose accounts are all private. He probably made sure they did that, being the overprotective only brother. 

James doesn't post much. A few  photos of Maggie at the park, a few drinking with buddies pics, and some with random girls.  I keep scrolling and see a post of him and Lindsay, his ex, captioned "She's a keeper". He is kissing her cheek while she takes a selfie. She really is a beautiful woman. I wonder if she is a model. I click on her name, now being completely nosy, and her account is public. She has a TON of pictures. All different things. After scrolling down quite a bit I notice  A LOT of her and James. This must have been when they were together. Someone else is taking the picture. They are on a beach. Lindsay shows off her killer body in a tiny hot pink bikini,  Her legs wrapped around James as he holds her up while they are in the ocean. They are gazing at each other with lazy smiles and look so in love. They look like the perfect couple. Actually, Lindsay looks like she would be the type  Nate would date. I zoom in a little and feel my face flush up while looking at James and his chiseled body.

Shit. I need to put my phone down. I'm getting all hot and bothered now.

Fortunately. I'm in a room. By myself. And I know the only way I'm gonna get some sleep now is if I do something about it.

I close my eyes and slide my hand into my underwear. I think about James. I think about what it would be like to be with him. What he would feel like. How close we've been to kissing each other. Nate invades my fantasy a few times, as well as Paul, then back to Nate.

But it's thinking about James Gallo that gets me to my orgasm.

 And it's James Gallo I think about as I fall asleep.

*****

*James*

Eventually Julia leaves the room thinking I'm asleep now. But I'm not. Not even close. Instead my mind is wandering a little and I think of the times I've been intimate with Julia. We're good together in bed. Real good. Better than me and Lindsay and that says a lot. Julia is an obsession. Once you have her you are addicted. Ask anyone who's had her. The list is short. Real short. Luke, Nate, Me, and that asshole Jeremy. My list is long but my mind always gravitates back to Julia.

Until tonight.

Tonight I get hard thinking about Trisha. Sure, Julia got me going. She always does. But when I pushed Trisha into the airplane bathroom this afternoon, I felt something and I know she did too. We have been close to kissing but haven't given in yet.  A lot of it is my fault because Julia consumes my brain. But the way Trisha looked at me today.

I drop my hand to my body while thinking about that look she gave me. Thinking about what it would feel like to be with her. Maybe in that trillion dollar jet. Pressing her up against a wall like I did today in the bathroom. My hand goes to work as I think about Trisha's naked body in the shower. God, she has a great body. She really is a blonde bombshell. I bet she's really good in bed. Fuck.

Tonight it's not Julia that I get off to. 

Tonight it's Trisha Banks I think of.