He's so into coordinating hand and mouth he misses the vibration of footsteps coming up the aisle until they pass the lavatory and it's too late. Grant and Steve freeze at the same time, Grants' nose deep in Steve's pubic hair.

He hears cabinets opening and shutting somewhere over his shoulder until, with one final slam and a male, "aha!" Grant turns his head and meets the wide-open eyes of a flight attendant clutching several small cans of V8 to his chest. He thinks, "We are so busted."

But - miracle! - the guy smirks, rolls his eyes, and walks back into the aisle, closing the privacy curtain behind him as he goes.