The rhythmic hum of the plane lulled Maximillian and Julian into a light slumber. Six hours later, they were woken up by a flight announcement.
"Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen, we will arrive at our destination in a little over an hour. Breakfast shall be served in a short while."
Julian blinked once, his gaze unfocused.
Maximillian caressed his cheek lovingly before he gave Julian a kiss on the lips.
"Good morning, Darling," he whispered. "I wish you a very happy birthday."
"Thank you, Maxim."
Julian blinked several more times, his eyes getting into focus.
"Right," he murmured. "We are on a flight."
Maximillian grinned.
"Are you still dreaming, Sweetheart? Do you need me to wake you up?"
In response, Julian rubbed himself against Maximillian like a spoiled cat.
"No," he said. "This dream is too perfect. I do not want to wake up."
