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They made it over an hour through the movie, which was longer than they usually managed to get through anything before Tim started causing trouble. Not that Jason was complaining. Trouble caused for other people by Tim almost always ended up being very entertaining for him.
Still, Jason wasn’t expecting to get roped into anything in the middle of a movie theater. It was a chill kind of day. He and his boyfriend were enjoying a nice, normal date. They’d collaborated to smuggle a small feast into the theater and had polished most of it off when Tim whispered, “Hold this?”
He held out his hand without question, not looking away from the flurry of action on the big screen. It wasn’t an enrapturing film by any means, but Jason was looking forward to listening to Tim dissect all the technical successes and failures after it was over.
A soft, wadded up ball was set in the middle of his palm before Tim rustled around, tidying up the space around them. Napkins? No, whatever Tim had handed him was softer than the cheap napkins every chain company bought in bulk. It felt more like fabric.
When the next brightly lit scene in the movie illuminated their surroundings a shred more, he glanced down and saw a familiar pattern of tiny peaches printed on thin, white cotton.
It took a second for Jason to realize he was holding Tim’s panties.
The second the realization processed, he choked a bit on his own spit and rushed to shove the garment in his jacket pocket before anyone else could see what it was. And Tim, of course, was the picture of innocence with his attention locked on the movie. That was what it would look like to anyone else, anyway.
Jason turned unseeing back to the screen and tried to remember how to breathe. When and how had Tim managed to remove his underwear with Jason noticing? Had he taken them off recently or had he been going commando since Jason had picked him up, rubbing his bare cunt all over the leather upholstery in his car? The thought made his mouth water.
Another quick glance confirmed that Tim’s swishy little skirt was tucked neatly under his bottom - one layer, at least, between his flesh and the worn seat cushion.
He squeezed the panties in his fist inside his pocket. A tad damp. Recently worn then. Jason resisted the urge to pull them out and sniff them.
He abandoned any pretense of keeping track of the plot, too distracted by thoughts of easy access. One of Tim’s fingers distractedly circled around the top of the straw in his empty soda cup, all too similar to the way he would tease at Jason’s slit before choking on his cock. The fucking minx. Jason had no doubt that Tim knew exactly what he was doing, and that pretending otherwise only riled him up further.
Some character was giving an impassioned monologue on screen, but Jason could only focus Tim, leaning back and spreading his legs like he was just getting comfortable and not tempting Jason to finger him in the fucking movie theater.
But it was dark. It was dark and it was loud and their showing hadn’t been full to begin with. They were tucked up in the very back row, off to the side a bit - at Tim’s insistence, he recalled. Best viewing angle, my ass, Jason thought.
He couldn’t. Could he? No. Yes? Fuck, Jason felt like he was on fire, and Tim just sat there, probably already wet thinking about getting finger fucked in a room full of people who would be none the wiser. His sweet little voyeur. His dirty little exhibitionist. It was a good thing Jason got off on the thrill of it as much as Tim did.
It wasn’t a conscious decision to drop his arm over the frail, plastic arm between them. His hand often found its way to Tim’s knee regardless of how sexual the situation was; he was a tactile person. He loved feeling out the swells of bone, stroking his thumb back and forth over buttery soft skin, giving a little squeeze when Tim least expected it to make him jump.
He let just the very tips of his fingers glide featherlight up and down, not yet straying past what Tim’s skirt kept hidden. He let his nails scrape across the sensitive skin just enough to tickle. Tim’s skin was plush under his hand and warm to the touch. It was enough just to enjoy the feel of it without anything between them. Thighs perfect to nap on, perfect to nip at, perfect to wrap around his head and suffocate him as they trembled with the force of a truly spectacular orgasm.
He flattened his palm against Tim’s leg and dragged it up, feeling the muscles there quiver. He took a sliver of skin between his thumb and forefinger, and pinched until Tim let out the tiniest Eek!
Up and down and up and down and up and down, a leisurely rhythm he stroked to, each pass venturing a fraction of an inch higher. Jason wanted to make Tim wait for it, wanted to make him beg, or whatever the equivalent of that was when they couldn’t raise their voices above a whisper.
A couple rows in front of them, another moviegoer stood and shuffled out into the aisle. Tim tensed from head to toe, a breath sucked sharp into his lungs, but Jason didn’t stop, didn’t wait for the minor disturbance to disappear out the exit before his hand was cupping the entirety of Tim’s pretty pussy. Tim let out a shaky breath, but none of his tension dissipated. He sat stock still.
Jason didn’t move either for a minute, relishing in the ratcheting pressure that came from Tim waiting for him to do something.
Shit, Tim was so warm there, a pocket of heat trapped by his legs and core and the fabric of his skirt and the unyielding mass of Jason’s hand. It was just a bit damp under the pads of his fingers and in that moment Jason wanted nothing more than to put Tim on his hands and knees and fuck his brains out right in the middle of the theater, audience be damned.
The thighs framing his wrist twitched inward then spread even further apart. His middle finger dipped into the valley left behind, suddenly surrounded by the velvety wetness of Tim’s folds. He traced the finger upwards, following the line of Tim’s slit to its natural peak until he was tracing up the side of the swollen little bump that had Tim shaking.
The empty soda cup crunched and Tim moved his bruising grip to the chair’s arm.
Few things on planet earth measured up to the wonder of getting to toy with Tim’s clit. One of his favorite activities was fastening a sturdy spreader bar to Tim’s legs, and pinching, playing, and petting until there were tears in those lovely blue eyes.
The little bundle of nerves rolled under the pad of his finger, helpless to his ministrations. He rubbed at the root of it and tapped at the head before dipping back down to the wetness between Tim’s folds. He traced all around the delicate tissue there, barely maintaining his composure as the flesh clung to his finger.
He pressed in and in and in, and that perfect cunt sucked in his finger like it belonged there. Out, he pulled against the desperate suction, then back in, sinking easily to the knuckle.
There was nothing like the sensation of Tim’s insides - the ridges and bumps, the silky texture, the creamy slick that made it so easy rearrange his fucking guts. It was breathtaking around his finger because Jason knew there was nothing better than feeling it around his cock.
Jason looked over. A foot away, Tim was staring at the screen, but his eyes were glassy and his lips were parted around silent pants. He fucked his finger in a little harder and felt those walls clench around it.
Tight, always so tight. Only once had Jason managed to fuck Tim long and hard enough to leave him loose and lax - enough that he could have fit his whole hand inside without issue, and Tim would have let him. It was his proudest achievement.
He turned back to the screen and focused on establishing a nice, steady pace, making sure to slip another finger in alongside the first one and curl them both to drag over that spot that had Tim shoving his fist in his mouth to muffle the mewls that tried to escape.
Tiny, muted noises that only Jason was fortunate enough to hear. The ambient soundtrack smothered anything that could have been picked up by other ears, if any had been close enough to notice them to begin with. The person who had gotten up earlier returned and didn’t even glance in their direction before sitting down again.
Jason couldn’t help staring at Tim, at the way the light from the film threw his profile into sharp relief. A flash of red turned his lips scarlet. A sunrise shot turned his skin golden. The sight of his skirt rucked up around Jason’s hand was obscene, despite no explicit areas actually being visible. He wished he could hear the lewd squelching of Tim’s pussy getting wrecked under the constant stream of dialogue from the speakers.
Every now and again he would pull his fingers from the clasp of that shameless cunt so they could race circles around Tim’s clit, but they’d always return to that scorching heat to dive in as deep as they could.
Jason knew Tim was coming when his thighs clamped like iron around his wrist. The sight of him mid climax was the most beautiful fucking thing Jason had ever seen. Despite his impeded mobility - fuck, those thighs were so strong - he continued to abuse Tim’s g-spot as well as he could while grinding the heel of his hand into his clit. He kept going until Tim went slack, then went tense again, nails suddenly carving into his wrist from the overstimulation. Even then, Jason kept moving for a few seconds. Just to watch Tim squirm.
Tim tugged his skirt back down once Jason had removed his hand. Those two fingers were shiny and slippery with Tim’s slick, and he popped them into his mouth to clean them off. The taste made Jason want to get on his knees. It was a pavlovian response.
He waited to feel a hand sneaking its way into his jeans to return the favor, or maybe for Tim to turn back to the movie and pretend nothing had happened like the tease he was. Instead, he felt a tug on his jacket sleeve.
He looked at Tim, awaiting further instruction, and got another tug before he stood, skirt swaying hypnotically. Keeping his hand at his side, Tim made the subtlest come hither motion.
And. Well. When Tim said jump , Jason said how high?
Jason snagged their trash on the way out and threw it away - he didn’t think they’d be coming back and he didn’t want to make more work for the poor employees whose workplace they were already fucking in - before following Tim out of the showing room and around a corner.
But instead of leading him out to the car like he expected, or maybe to the bathrooms, they took another corner into a tiny hallway that was pitch black except for rows of old, faded glow paint outlining a set of stairs.
Familiar fingers tangled with his own. “Watch your step,” Tim’s disembodied voice whispered.
Up the stairs they went. Jason didn’t even bother trying to figure out where they were going - Tim obviously had a plan. And in the safety of the dark, he readjusted his rock hard dick in his jeans, praying that whatever that plan was, it involved him getting to come. He was itching for it, practically vibrating in his skin. The taste of slick still lingering on his tongue and he wanted nothing more than to shove it down Tim’s throat. It was too dark to see anything other than vague outlines, but Jason knew that if there was a little more light he’d be able to catch a glimpse up Tim’s skirt and see the curves of his bare ass where they met his thighs. God, Jason was willing to bet the contents of his bank account that every little hopping-step made the meat of his ass bounce. Fuck, Jason wanted to grab that ass.
At the top of the stairs was a door that opened into a tiny room just slightly better lit than the stairway had been.
The projection booth.
A giant metal box sitting on top of another giant metal box - the projector itself, Jason assumed - took up half the space, pointed through a window that couldn’t have been more than a square foot. The window looked over the showing room they’d been in just a minute before. Ten feet below it and to the right was the spot where Jason had fingered Tim to completion in a room full of clueless strangers.
The rest of the room was quite plain. A chair next to the projector; a small table with some papers on it; a filing cabinet in the corner. And a nice, blank expanse of wall that Tim would look perfect pinned up on like a butterfly.
“We’re not supposed to be up here,” Jason guessed.
Tim gave him a wicked grin. “Definitely not. But neither is anyone else for another-” he checked his watch, “-forty-two minutes.”
“You picked a long movie.”
“What a coincidence,” Tim said in a way that made it clear it was not a coincidence at all.
Jason liked him so much.
In three strides he was across the room and crowding Tim up against the wall, one hand slipping up that skirt and the other up his cute little cropped sweater.
Jason was gonna fucking destroy him.
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he said, getting a handful of that juicy ass and squeezing.
Tim gasped around a smirk and looped his arms around Jason's neck. "Gotta keep you on your toes."
He just barely bit back a growl, instead choosing to occupy his mouth by plundering Tim's. Tim's legs were forced to spread wide around the thickness of his thigh shoving its way between them, and Jason could feel the scorching heat of that cunt even through his jeans.
Tim gave as good as he got, scratching at the back of his neck and yanking on his hair. He ground forward, and the thought of a wet spot forming where flesh met fabric drove Jason a little bit crazy.
"You're such a slut for my cock, aren't you?" he said when he'd graduated from sucking on Tim's tongue to sucking on his throat. "You just want everyone to know how desperate you are for it, huh? Can't even wait 'til we're in private."
"Can't help it, Jay," Tim panted. "You make me feel so good."
The breathless praise lit up something in his brain the same way he was sure his words were in Tim's.
"Yeah, I know." He worried a mark into Tim's clavicle with his teeth. "Don't worry, I'm gonna make sure everyone can see how good I give it to you. They're all gonna know how well fucked you are."
Tim made an incoherent garbled noise as his head thumped back against the wall, giving Jason more room to work. He licked up the salty layer of sweat building at his collar.
Jason reluctantly abandoned his handholds on Tim's pert ass and tiny waist to ruck up that sweater and get at his perfect little tits.
God, what Jason wouldn't do for those tits. Small enough to make them disappear under his broad grip, nipples that pebbled so hard they dimpled into the very center of his palms. They weren't big enough to fuck, but Jason didn't need them to be; every fondle and grope seemed to travel directly to Tim's override button, sending him hurtling into hot-fucking-mess mode.
He nosed up the hem of the sweater so he could leave the imprint of his teeth in the side of one before suckling kitten-soft at a needy nipple. Tim blubbered out the most obscene sounds, scratching at his shoulders and back so hard Jason thought there might be gauges in the leather of his jacket later. That thought had his cock throbbing .
Tim's hips jerked against his thigh in a relentless, rhythmless grind, every time managing to shove forward enough for a brief, tantalizing pressure to bump against his dick.
Out of nowhere, a hand tangled in his hair and yanked hard enough to have his head arching back, a sweet, stinging pain tingling over his scalp. Tim chomped into the skin just below his jaw hard enough that Jason wasn't entirely sure blood hadn't been drawn.
Crushed together like that, Jason's hands didn't have the room to comfortably paw at Tim's chest, so they migrated to Tim's ass, mouthwateringly bare under his skirt. Jason grabbed his cheeks and spread so Tim could feel the brush of air on his most sensitive areas.
Tim detached from his throat long enough to order, "In- get in me ."
"Yes, boss," Jason said, but it came out too turned on to be classified as snark.
Whip-fast fingers had his pants undone like a starved animal tearing into a carcass for dinner. The feeling of Tim's hand fishing out his cock had every synapses in his brain sparking into oblivion. His grip was iron around the shaft - Tim was never gentle, and Jason liked it that way - and dragged from root to tip once, twice-
"Remind me to suck you off later," Tim distractedly commented, staring at the shiny red cockhead slipping between his fingers.
"Noted. Now c'mere."
At the same time Tim hopped up, Jason got his hands under his thighs and heaved. Not that lifting Tim required a whole lot of effort.
A pair of obscenely strong legs clamped around his waist. Jason shoved his upper body forward, keeping Tim sandwiched between him and the wall. Hot breaths tickled his cheek and Jason couldn't help but capture Tim's lips again.
That kiss was gentler, but no less needy. It was warmer, more worshipful.
Tim took the initiative to maneuver his dick into place and rock down and-
And. Good fucking lord.
Tim was never not the most incredible thing he'd ever felt. Molten and dripping and cinching around him like his life depended on it. The physical plane of existence held no equal to Tim's pussy. Except maybe Tim's face.
Jason was of the opinion that Tim's pussy could probably accomplish world peace if applied properly. He wasn't going to complain about exclusive access, though.
"Fucking- fuck," Jason grunted, sinking balls deep into that clasp. Tim released a string of curses more colorful than the contents of the Louvre and topped it off with a pornographic mewl. And. Well. Jason couldn't not fuck the daylights out of him after that.
He plowed Tim with a kind of rabid ferocity, thrust after thrust after thrust, each one jolting Tim up before gravity brought him back down. He could just imagine the way Tim's little tits were bouncing under his sweater.
"Fucking love- god, Jason." Tim shook, staring at him through half-lidded eyes. Every word was punched out of him with the force of Jason's thrusts. "You always give me what I need. I- you always leave me so satisfied, playing with my pussy just right. Ah! I w-wouldn't need to drag you off in public if you didn't make me so- so-"
Tim tapered off at the same time his eyes rolled back in his head. His mouth hung open, a dark cavern of temptation.
Jason didn't bother prompting him to finish his sentence. He was already riding so high, he worried anymore dopamine might put him into a coma.
With every backward drag, he could feel the texture of Tim's inner walls on his blood-swollen flesh, and it had him just short of drooling.
Jason would kill for that pussy. He would commit heinous crimes for that pussy. He would follow Tim around on a leash and bark for that pussy.
Granted, he would do those things for Tim without sex involved, but. Yeah.
Jason buried his face in the crook of Tim's neck, drunk on pleasure and proximity. Jason fucked Tim like the fate of the world was on the line, and maybe it was, because Tim was his world.
"Faster, faster," Tim begged, keeping him close with a hand on the back of his head.
Jason used his grip on Tim's thighs to wrench them wide, depending on his own weight and the wall to keep Tim suspended. The extra room allowed him to hammer in at a higher speed, as requested. He was helpless to Tim's requests.
His biceps burned from the strain, his hips churned, his dick carved out a space in Tim's guts to get choked in, and, fuck, it was so warm - in the room, in his skin, in Tim's cunt.
"I'm close," Tim warned. Jason moaned in response. One of Tim's hands bullied its way between their bodies and Jason's pelvis slapped against the back of it.
He fucked and fucked and fucked until Tim was sobbing through his release, until a dribble of squirt was wetting his balls, until Tim's fingers slipped, the very tips of his nails scraping the base on his cock and Jason was gone.
He creamed Tim's pussy with all the fervor of a man tasked with keeping the human race alive.
He wished, briefly, that he could see it: the pearly white of his come splattering Tim's rosy entrance. But nothing was better than getting to finish inside.
The room seemed to shrink, packed to the brim with their heaving breaths on the come down. Jason lowered Tim to the ground but kept his hands high on his thighs under the skirt.
"Fuck," Tim said.
"Fuck," Jason agreed.
"Good work, team."
Jason eked out a breathless laugh. "Have I ever told you I'm madly in love with you?"
"I could stand to hear it more often." Tim leaned up on his tiptoes to plant a wet kiss on him. His eyes caught on the mark no doubt blooming just under Jason's jaw and went dark.
"Let's go home," Jason said, "So I can make you come a third time."
"Fourth," Tim corrected. "I came while I was grinding on your thigh." Then he slunk off the wall and straightened up his clothes like he hadn't just blown Jason's mind.
He stuck out a hand, palm up. "I'm gonna need my underwear back so I don't leave a trail on the way to the car."
Jason considered his outstretched hand for a moment. "No."
Tim's eyebrows twitched up. "No?"
"Yeah. No." He stepped in close, close enough that Tim had to crane his neck up to look at him. "I wanna see if you can make it to the car before my come drips far enough down your legs for other people to notice."
As it turned out, Jason was pretty good at causing trouble too.