Brody groaned quietly and shifted to the side of his chair, closer to me, as I began to stroke him in earnest. His hand flew over the dividing arm between us, crossing mine, and desperately pawed at my own jeans before he managed to get them open. My breathing was shallow and hitching as he pushed his way down, inside, finding my own hard dick and enveloping it in his grasp.
This was stupid. So risky, so juvenile. We were going to get caught and thrown out. You could probably even get arrested for this.
But…
Oh,god.
I shifted closer towards Brody in my seat as well, abandoning all pretense of looking at the screen. When he looked over at me, I took advantage of the moment to seal my lips over his, taking him into a deep kiss. Here in the dark, our hands working each other, the heat and hunger of our mouths clashing…
How far could we go?
Could we really take it all the way here, in the presence of strangers?
My breathing and my pulse quickened as Brody’s hand sped up. I could feel his urgent need not just in how fast his hand was moving, but in the way his dick pulsed inside mine. A drop of precum rolled from his head down over my fingers, and I gathered it up to slick up and down his shaft. Brody groaned out loud when I flicked my thumb over his slit, seeking more.
“Hey, shut up!” someone seated several rows ahead of us hissed, glaring over their shoulder.
Brody and I separated instantly. My cheeks flushed as I tried to hide the fact I was zipping up my pants, tucking my still-aching cock away. I could barely breathe. We’d been caught – well, mostly. At least no one had seen.
But even though we’d been caught…
I wasn’t ready to stop.
I glanced sideways at Brody, biting my lip. He looked back at me with nervous laughter dancing in his eyes, a quirk in his lips. His face was flushed in the pale light from the screen.
I leaned over as close as I could to whisper right into his ear. “Let’s get out of here.”
Brody stood up so fast, I couldn’t have any doubts whatsoever about whether he was as eager as I was.
I left the forgotten popcorn where it sat and rushed towards the door, still unguarded by any member of staff. Brody was right behind me. As the door swung shut and we found ourselves alone in the long corridor that stretched back to the lobby, I turned towards him. “The others won’t be done for a long time.”
“We can get back to the food court before they even know we were gone,” Brody said, breathless, his cheeks still flushed and his eyes wild. I knew he felt exactly the same way I did.
I couldn’t wait.
I pushed him up against the wall right there in the hallway, kissing him hungrily, my tongue pushing his lips apart to devour him. Brody’s hands shot to my waist, holding me close against him as I ground my hips forward, rocking our erections together. Brody groaned into my mouth as I slid my hands under his shirt, fingers seeking up over his stomach and chest, brushing past his nipples and then down again. His hips bucked against mine to grind us together further, and I reached for the button on his jeans I now knew I could confidently undo without needing to actually see it.
“We need to go,” Brody said, his voice slurred with need, interrupted by my kisses. “Back… back to the hotel… or at least a restroom…”
“Go on, then,” I challenged him. I for one knew I couldn’t move an inch from this spot.
Brody made a moan of need, stepping forward against me. For a second I thought he was actually going to go, but he only flipped us around – pushing me up against the wall this time. He grabbed my wandering hands and held them above my head, kissing me deeply and pushing his knee between mine, spreading my legs open.
“Really?”
For a second I couldn’t even process it. All I knew was Brody, Brody’s hands, Brody’s body, Brody’s mouth. He pulled back and looked at me – his face flushed red, his hair mussed from my hands, his lips darkened and slightly swollen from our rough kisses.
But it wasn’t him who had spoken, and it wasn’t me.
As one, we swung our heads to the other end of the corridor.
To Xavi, who was standing there watching us with a smirk on his face and his arms folded over his chest.
Brody
I caught my breath, almost swaying on my feet as the heady rush left me. Xavi had seen everything. Somehow, it made my blood run cold.
I didn’t care if he saw us – not me.
