“I madeit.” He shrugged, stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
Cullen stared at him in confusion, trying to ignore how strange it was that this monster beside him was eating popcorn. "But that's…" He sighed, giving up instantly. "I'm talking to a murderer, I don't know why I thought you'd be worried about the law."
Leviathan grinned. "You know I can make pretty much anything in my dimension, why does money surprise you?"
He shrugged. "It's just weird to see you use it. I would have pegged you for the rob and steal type."
"Petty theft?" Leviathan seemed offended. "I'd be a laughing stock of a prince if I did that." Cullen gave a nod of agreement, and then they both fell silent as the movie started.
If he was being honest with himself, he paid little attention to it, busying himself with stealing glances at Leviathan. He looked extremely bored, even when people were getting blown up on the screen. He sat with his head on his hand, making faces at the bad acting every few minutes. And Cullen watched him with a heavy heart.
How many times had he sat in a theater like this with Walker? How many times had they held hands in the dark or stolen a few kisses? Shared popcorn and sodas and candy?
And here he was with another man, just weeks after they’d broken up, sitting here like it was all normal, like he didn’t have a still-gaping wound in his heart from Walker’s harsh, terrified words…
Dark eyes flashed to his face and a secretive smile curled on the demon’s lips, as if he thought Cullen was watching him for a different reason than the utter guilt and misery that had tightened around his heart. Smugness radiated offof him as he sat up a little straighter; Cullen could no longer even try to imagine it was a normal man sitting beside him, could no longer pretend he didn’t feel the aura of sheer power that poured off him in waves. He must have gotten used to it in the other dimension but here…here it was very present again.
He turned back to the screen, his face and neck growing hot–and jumped seconds later when Leviathan dropped a light hand to his thigh.
He tensed, his eyes flicking to his face, but Leviathan didn’t even seem to be aware of what he’d done. His gaze remained on the screen ahead, completely apathetic. Cullen swallowed hard, but said nothing, didn’t move away from the touch. And for a few minutes, the hand simply remained there, the touch burning hot against his skin even through his clothes.
And then his thumb moved, brushing along his inner thigh, and Cullen heard himself suck in a sharp breath. He shifted his leg, trying to shake him off, but Leviathan tightened his grip to the point of pain, keeping him still. Cullen shot him another terrified look but Leviathan continued to calmly stare ahead.
The moment Cullen stopped moving, his hand relaxed, his thumb gliding along his thigh again. He swallowed hard, glancing around nervously to make sure nobody had noticed their small movements, before turning a fierce glare on Leviathan.
"Stop." He mouthed, stone-faced.
Leviathan only smiled cooly, his eyes not moving from the screen. Moments later, he slid his hand inward, resting his fingertips against Cullen’s cock through the fabric. He squeezed his eyes closed, trying not to panic.
A slow tension began to grow between them, a swift heat settling over his skin and leaving him frozen and mortified even as the dark desire began to drift over his mind. Leviathan’s fingers brushed along his thigh, and he felt himself growing hard despite the worry that someone would see.
Another quick, nervous glance around.
There were a few people down this same row, but they were focused on the movie. But if they happened to glance over…
He looked at Leviathan again, grabbing his wrist to stop him. Leviathan squeezed his leg again until he let go and then leaned over until his lips were at his ear. "You’re far more interesting than this dull film, pet. So stop trying to stop me. You're gonna make a scene." He sat back, running his fingers up Cullen’s growing erection again.
He swallowed hard, trying to keep his breathing under control as the heat began to spread through him. "Please, Leviathan.” He whispered, leaning closer. “I don't want to do this here."
His only response was to lean over again and lick a slow line under Cullen’s ear. He winced, cupping a hand over his mouth before the moan could escape. He felt his erection grow to its full length in his pants, straining against them as Leviathan’s hand squeezed hard. His face and neck began to burn hotter.
"You gonna walk around like that, Cull?" His breath blew against his ear, making him shudder. He squeezed his eyes closed again. The fucker.
He knew better than to hope that it would die down on its own and he certainly couldn't walk around like this… But the mess after. He blushed at the thought, glancing down at his pants. His dark pants… Well, he supposed it wouldn’t really be noticeable. And the theater was dark and mostly empty.
Dammit.
Leviathan chuckled, clearly seeing the acceptance on his face. "Just relax and watch the movie, pet." His hand rubbed against him again, making him squirm. He opened his eyes, darting his gaze around again. There was a lot of action happening in the movie right now so everybody was focused on that…
With a quiet sigh, he spread his legs a bit, giving Leviathan a little easier access. Leviathan rubbed him again, not stopping this time, but moving his hand up and down slowly, pressing on him.
Cullen’s lips parted, his face growing hotter the more time went on. He began wriggling in his seat, his legs trembling as his orgasm grew, becoming intense and fierce inside him.
He could feel himself getting closer, teetering on the edge. A drop of sweat rolled down his neck, sending a shiver through him. When Leviathan leaned over to lick it away, he felt himself come undone, one of his hands clutching desperately at the armrest while the other pressed hard to his mouth, locking in the moan that threatened to escape. He let out a too loud breath and Leviathan smiled, putting his arm around him and tucking him into his side. Cullen went willingly, resting his head against his shoulder while he calmed.
"Bastard." He hissed.
“You liked it.” Leviathan whispered into his hair. “I bet you’re ready to climb right into my lap right now.”
