Greg massaged Ethan’s shoulder—thorough rubs that calmed him down. He tried to reciprocate, but Greg pushed his hand away.
“My turn,” Greg whispered into Ethan’s ear, his stubble chafing against his ear lobe. Passion rumbled within Ethan and made him rise to the occasion.
Greg ran his hand down Ethan’s arm and grabbed his erection through his jeans. A wave of excitement slammed Ethan’s body.
“Hold this.” Greg gave him the popcorn, and Ethan held it at his knees. Greg lifted up the armrest and unzipped Ethan, and his cock sprung out of his underwear, empowered by the cooled air of the very open theater. Their legs were touching, which, in spite of what was happening, was what drove Ethan craziest of all.
Greg wrapped his hand around Ethan’s hard-on and stroked it with deep, forceful movements. Ethan’s hips rose to meet Greg’s hand. They had a system down, but this never got old. Ethan tried to act as lookout, but those dark brown eyes drilled into him, down to his core. Greg leaned down and took him in his mouth.
Whoa!Ethan struggled for breath as his heart seemed determined to pole-vault out of his chest. He dug his nails into Greg’s back as the ecstasy of this moment possessed him. His whole body was on the best part of pins-and-needles, when things just tingled.
To Ethan’s surprise, Greg knew his way around a dick. Ethan wondered if he’d had much practice or if he’d learned by watching others. He ran his fingers through the prickly hairs at the back of Greg’s neck.
Greg went even faster. Ethan loved entering his warm mouth, having his tongue slobber all over Ethan’s hardness. (Now he got why they called it slobs.) He couldn’t moan, so he took in a deeper breath of air. He looked down and was turned on by the sight of his dick out in a place he’d been tons of times. And there was Greg, fully into the blowjob. This was the very definition of living on the edge.
His nervousness and the forced silence made the pleasure rocking his body all the more intense. The popcorn bag shook in his trembling hand. A stray kernel landed on Greg’s bobbing head. Ethan could feel his orgasm throughout his body, spiraling from the tips of his toes, heating up his chest, making his eyesight fuzzy. He wanted to warn Greg, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t speak. His motor functions were on a delay. At the last second, he yanked Greg away and shot his load into the bag of popcorn.
Once Ethan’s body returned to stasis levels, he looked over at Greg, who sat back in his chair and smirked. His lips were wet with saliva, and it made his mouth glisten in the darkness.
Ethan was still hard, turned on by Greg and the moment. His heart raced back up, and before Greg could utter a witty comment about not needing butter on the popcorn, Ethan’s face was in his crotch.
He unleashed Greg’s dick and inhaled every inch. He sucked with the force of a hundred vacuums. His ears perked up at the sound of someone munching popcorn, but that couldn’t stop him. It only made him want this more. He glanced up at Greg, who leaned back in pure joy, a relaxed smile on his face. He winked at Ethan.
Ethan gripped Greg’s cock with both hands and let it plumb the depths of his mouth. Greg came soon thereafter, also onto the popcorn.
“Maybe I should get a refill,” Ethan said.
They both leaned back and watched the movie for a few minutes—as a way to relax, not because they gave a shit about what was going on on-screen. Ethan stood up and brushed off the sex and popcorn bits stuck on his shirt.
“Where are you going?” Greg asked.
Ethan thought this was the part where they left. He doubted Greg would sit through this movie. He barely could.
Greg nudged him. “Stay.”
And so Ethan did. They continued to watch the movie, and Ethan felt a deep sense of relaxation. But somewhere during the film’s clichéd and seen-from-a-mile-away third-act twist, Greg did something that made his heart begin racing again.
He held Ethan’s hand.
At first, Ethan thought it was a mistake, but nope. Greg remained clasping his increasingly sweaty hand. Ethan stared down at the armrest—doing nothing, saying nothing, thinking everything. He was too scared to make eye contact.
Out of everything he had done today, this was the most nerve-wracking moment—when Ethan realized he couldn’t avoid the feelings he had for Greg.
CHAPTER Sixteen
Greg and Ethan remained in that position until the movie was over. When the lights came up, Ethan knelt down in his previous position, waiting for his friends to leave. Neither of them acknowledged the handholding.
“Good times again.” Greg stood up once the coast was clear. He gave his usual smirk, no different from before the movie.
“They really need to do a better job of cleaning up these floors. I’m going to fill out a comment card.”
“Sure. You go do that.” Greg shook his head and strutted down the steps. Ethan followed him.
They left the auditorium and walked into the hall, then the lobby. Greg made some comments about the film, how it wasn’t as terrible as he was expecting. Ethan wasn’t listening to his words; he was trying to figure out what was behind them, if there was some subtext he should be picking up on.
“All in all, not a bad way to spend a Monday afternoon,” Greg said. They took the elevator down to the street.
“Yeah.” All Ethan thought about was Greg’s hand on top of his. What did it mean?
