“I’ll give you five hundred bucks for it,” he said…waving the money.
“What?” the man said even though it was clear he’d heard him perfectly fine.
“Adam, please. It’s not that big a deal,” Noah pleaded.
“Six hundred?” Adam asked, fanning the ends of the money.
“Um, I, well…Honey? What do you think?” the man asked.
Adam took the woman’s hand, opening it up and placing the money—a thousand dollars, at least—into her open palm. “I’d really, really appreciate it,” he crooned, grinning with probably too many teeth to seem harmless.
“We’ll take it,” she said, closing her fist around the money like she worried he might snatch it away. “Have a great night.” She slid off the bed, snagging her purse and her drink. When she noticed her husband wasn’t beside her, she snapped her fingers. “Stop gawking, Kevin.”
Kevin seemed to snap out of his trance with a small shake of his head, gathering the rest of their stuff.
He snickered as he heard her exclaim, “We can pay off the credit card with this. Before Christmas. We should play the lottery.”
Adam fluffed the pillows, then made a sweeping gesture for Noah to get in first, knowing he preferred to be closest to the wall. He huffed through his nose, but climbed in, waiting for Adam to follow, then snuggling into him, his head resting on Adam’s shoulder.
“You’re ridiculous,” he murmured, but there was no heat to it.
“Hey, we just made their whole holiday and I get you in the bed we wanted.”
Noah rolled his eyes. “I could have just…rewarded you…whenwe got home.”
“Hell, no,” Adam said, pushing his fingers up into Noah’s hair. “You’re going to give me my reward, right here.”
Adam lifted Noah’s hand, taking his fingers into his mouth, licking the salt and butter from his skin, then sucking them just to watch his husband’s jaw go slack.
“At least wait until the lights are out,” he whispered.
Adam ignored him, licking his palm then slipping it under the blanket, forcing Noah’s hand to settle over the slight bulge in his sweatpants. When he tried to move his hand away, Adam let blunt nails dig into his skin until Noah whined.
“Behave,” Adam warned. Noah squirmed closer, palming him through the fabric. “That’s better.”
Adam’s fingers tangled in the hair at the base of Noah’s skull, gripping it tight so he could force his gaze upwards. He dipped his head, sweeping his tongue along the seam of Noah’s lips, then released him like it was nothing, smiling at his husband’s frustrated whine.
Adam could already feel his half-hard cock against his leg. When the lights dimmed and the previews started to play, Noah’s hand slipped into Adam’s pants, wrapping his fist around him and working him slowly. Adam bit back a groan, rolling his hips up into his tightened grip just to feel the zaps of pleasure that danced along his spine with each lazy stroke.
Noah kept his eyes glued to the screen, removing his hand. Before Adam could chastise him, Noah’s thumb and forefinger began to stroke just the head of his cock. Adam bit his bottom lip, looking down at Noah, but his eyes were on the screen. Adam swore under his breath, tryingto push Noah into returning his hand where it belonged. He ignored him, stroking just the tip with a maddeningly slow pace, stopping only to circle the sensitive flesh with his thumb, digging his nail into the slit.
This went on for the length of the credits, the sensation as blissful as it was infuriating. If they were at home, Adam would have forced him to his knees and made him choke on his cock, would have slapped his face until his cheeks were pink then made him cry until he came down his throat. But they were in public and Noah knew not even Adam dared to act out in a crowded theater. Not if he didn’t want the wrath of his father falling on him like a ten story building.
The worst part was, Adam was leaking, beads of precum weeping from his tip and dripping down his shaft. As the movie began, Noah took that wetness and used it to ease the glide of his fingertips, letting his thumb trace the vein along the underside of his cock. Adam was breathing heavy, his stomach rising and falling as he tried to rub himself against Noah’s palms, tightening his belly to get even the slightest bit of release.
Only when the theater was thoroughly engrossed in the movie, did Noah do more than tease him. He kissed the skin over his collarbone, then licked it, moving to bite at his chin.
“I thought you were going to behave,” Adam breathed, biting back a groan when Noah wrapped his hand around him and squeezed.
“I made no such promise,” Noah murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “I only said I would reward you for mynew house.”
“This feels more like a punishment,” Adam growled.
A loud ‘shh’ came from someone at the front of the theater and Noah’s hand stopped altogether. He shifted so he could press his lips to Adam’s ear. “If you can’t keep quiet, I’m going to stop. You need to learn to be patient.”
Once more Adam’s fingers snagged in Noah’s hair, yanking him back to meet his gaze. “Are you sure this is how you want to play this?” he asked in a hissing whisper.
“Mm, I’m going to play it just like this,” Noah taunted.
