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It’s a lazy Saturday evening and you’re bored out of your mind, laying back down on the couch looking up at the ceiling, watching the fan go round and round. Huffing, you gently kick Steve, who happens to not only be your best friend, but roommate as well.
“Entertain me!” You demand.
“Hey, watch it.” He mumbles under his breath as he straightens his sport magazine out, going back to read it.
“Ughhh,” You throw yourself on his lap, crushing his precious magazine to his chagrin, “Steeeeve, it’s a Saturday and we’re both 26, we have no dates, at home, we’re losers. Now entertain me!”
Giving up on his reading he huffs but gives you the attention you’re craving, “What do you suggest sugar, a movie?”
Pulling his arm hugging it, capturing his body heat, “Dude, we always have movie nights, next.”
The sudden slamming of the door makes you both jump, his arm holding you protectively. He relaxes when you both see its just Vickie.
“Hey Vick.” At the same time, she smiles and greets back.
Steve taps your arm repeatedly with his thumb humming, while Vickie hangs her coat up. “How about we go to the bar?”
“Ewwwwww I'm not 18 with a fake I.D. anymore, plus if I have to smell the floors of the Hideout one more time, I think I might actually die, next.”
He brushes hair out of your face with a smile, “A bit dramatic, don’t you think?” His eyes don’t move from yours, and you feel heat come to your cheeks; Vickie saves the day.
“Oh, are you guys looking for something to do?” Asking as she changes into her work shoes, sitting up quickly, “Yes ma’am! Do you have a suggestion?”
“Well Robin said something about the place she works, I didn’t get all of the information because, well...we were making out-”
Immediately both of you make a swooning sound. Robin is a girl Vickie met at work, apparently, she’s something of a klutz and keeps coming back to the night clinic. One time it was a deep cut on her finger that needed stitches, another was a twisted ankle.
They took to each other like a fish takes to water, you have yet to meet her, but you hear about her and you already like this Robin. Next weekend she’s coming over for dinner and you can’t wait, neither can Steve- unspokenly the mother hen protector.
Unspokenly you both love it, and him...maybe some more than others...
“Alright you two, do you want a suggestion or not?” She smiles through her scarlet face, redder than her hair, putting on her key card.
Both quickly agreeing, waiting on bated breath. “Well, as I was saying she invited me to her theater tonight, which clearly I'm working so I told her another night but it uh, sounds very interesting.” She raises her eyebrows.
Huffing, unimpressed, “The movies?” Even Steve is giving her a look.
“An adult theater.” She says pointedly.
You and Steve look at each other in question, then back at her, “Like a porno theater?!” Steve rushes. Laughing at his ruffled feathers, you whisper in mock scandal, “Vickie, Robin works at a porn theater?”
She shrugs, “Yea something like that, like I said we were busy. Anyways it’s a little outside of Indy, so a bit of a drive but I donno, it’s something really different and I thought maybe you’d be up for it?”
Instantly getting up and hugging her, “Oh Vickie, you have saved the night.”
Steve’s feathers ruffle more, “You want to go?!” Separating from Vickie with a glint in your eye, “Come on Steve where’s your adventure. One day you can tell our grandkids all about the night we went to an adult theater.” A cold dread zings through you at the slip up, but then you’re soothed right away as it seems Steve doesn’t even notice...if not a little let down.
It had the effect you were hoping for as he gasps though, “I absolutely will not!” Vickie giggles and goes to pin up her hair in the mirror.
Walking back over to Steve and sitting by him, “Dude come on, we can even get dressed up sleezy and play the part.” Wiggling your eyebrows.
He goes quiet for a minute in thought, then smirks, “I wouldn’t want us to be walking up to the place and a cop mistakes you for a hooker.” He jokes, and you do laugh, but while slowly smiling. A pat to his cheek, “Oh Steve, but you’re my little whore.” His face is red quicker than lightning, he gives a small protest as you jump up.
Looking at the clock, 8:19. “Ok you’ve got 30 minutes to get all dressed, then we leave.” He groans, “I can’t believe we are doing this.”
Throwing his nickname for you back at him, “That we are sugar, now remember the theme is slutty, sleezy, sultry, what have you.”
Vickie waves y’all off as she leaves, “Have fun you guys, don’t get into too much trouble!”
“Oh, we will!” Assuring her, her laughter followed her out the door. Another groan from Steve, and excitement from you.
~
“Oh.” You don’t mean to say it as you take in Steve, with his hair slicked back. His normal, puppy dog, downturned eyes, having an edge to them now. No wire glasses to be seen. He didn’t shave so he still has some hair above his lips, lips that look like he rubbed some balm on, shining just so.
Going down, he’s wearing a black Henley, with a couple of buttons open, so you can see traces of his chest hair. Sleeves rolled up to his elbow, showing off his strong forearms.
Seeing a sliver of skin by his hip as you notice a douchey silver belt slung low on his waist, wondering where the hell he got that, but the thought leaves you as the belt is holding up some nice fitting jeans...very nice fitting, holy hell.
Fuuuuuuccccckkkk.
You can even smell him, woodsy with a hint of sweetness.
FUCK!
This is not your best friend/roommate/ crush / unrequited love , this Steve is something much more and it quickens your blood.
He looks over you and says, “Damn.” And you know what he’s seeing.
Staying true to theme, your hair is a bit wilder than usual, really taking time on your makeup, not just using your finger to dab on color to your eyelids. A long sleeved-dark red velvet shirt with lace, that plunges between your breasts, on.
A short black leather skirt that hugs your frame nicely, zipper going up the front instead of the back, mocking any interested party. Black panty hose, because it’s cold out and black heels that are already starting to hurt but they make you feel powerful as hell, and ok yea, they make your ass pop.
You too smelled, sultry and sweet.
Breaking the tension with a quick smile, and even a quicker joke “Well shit don’t we look the part, handsome” You wink, getting your coat.
You notice him swallow, you turn around to look at something else, Steve comes closer and grabs your jacket to help put it on you, “Let me-”
“Thanks.” You rush and move out of his orbit. A hand going over his slicked back hair, “You look...fuck sugar, you look good.” A smile you’ve never seen on him, something you can’t place.
Not knowing what to do with the slight tension, you act. With a hand on your hip, “Steve I cost too much, you could never afford a night with me, a high-class hooker, ya know?” Thinking of earlier.
“No one could afford you.” His deep voice says firmly, your blood flashes more. Feeling your nipples got hard, and goosebumps on your skin.
Silence.
Then he laughs and gives you a little shove as he puts on his jacket, “L-let’s go to this skeevy place. By the way, I’m bringing hand sanitizer, if I even see the littlest hint of cum-”
You bark a laugh, the tension melts away. Patting your purse, “Already ahead of you Steve.” You had some wipes as well, just in case.
Opening the door, “Alright let’s go to this porn theater.” He says the last part quieter, “Your moms not here Steven, you don’t have to whisper.”
Locking the door and groaning, “Don’t mention my mom right now, give me some kind of break!” You giggle and pull him closer in the cold night, “Alright no mentioning parents. Hey, you think we’re going to see someone in action?”
“Well yea that’s the point of porn, seeing someone doing it. Oh god, how did I get roped into this again.” He rubs one of his eyes before getting into his car, “Because adventure Steve! And no, I mean like,” Now it was your time to whisper, “Like other people there, like getting off.” You give him a pointed look, clicking your seat belt into place.
Squinting his eyes, “Look are you going to be cool about this?” An appalled hand to your chest, he follows the movement, “Me be cool? Of course I’m going to be cool, I’m cool. Are YOU cool, with all the groaning and moaning?” He drives.
With a quick click of his tongue, “Dude, I’m a dude, I watch porn or whatever, I think I can handle it being on a big screen.”
“Yea but we’ll be watching it together, and there’ll be other people. What if someone's...ya know.” You make a crude gesture of jerking a cock.
Laughter, “Jesus sugar, just don’t look, or do, I don’t know what you're into.” His face is flaming, eyes straight on the road as he adjusts in his seat.
You sigh, “We should make it a game, a point for each person we think is masturbating. At the end of the night, highest point wins, deal?”
A slick smirk, “Deal.” He promises as the car passes the Leaving Hawkins sign.
~
“Ok well, this isn’t horrible. I envisioned a broken-down building in the middle of nowhere, with just a parking lot. One light outside that’s questionable as it flickers, men in trench coats milling about...barren trees” You confess, it makes Steve laugh which warms you up on the cold night.
“Yea, it’s not what I imagined either, come on sugar.” His hand is on the small of your back as you walk, it’s burning and it’s the only thing you can think about as he guides you towards the place.
The outside looks like a regular one room theater from the 1940’s, bright bulbs, marquee, times for when a movie starts, hell it even has the cute little box in the front to buy tickets.
The only things that would tip you off that it wasn’t a regular theater in 1993, are the ‘Adults Only’ signs, ‘Must Be 18+’, ‘XXX’ displayed in the window of said cute little box out front.
You smile at rainbow heart sticker that says, ‘Everyone's Welcome Here’, it makes you think of the two bisexual dorks in your life, Steve and Vickie.
Even the name of the theater wasn’t scandalous The Birdbox Theater. It almost seems too clean; you wonder what the inside looks like.
Going up to pay, the lady behind the booth looks like she could just be someone's mom, she has on a soft blue sweater with a teddy bear wearing a bucket hat on it, mom jeans with a brown belt. For fuck sake she’s even reading a romance novel, Fabio’s tits on displays.
If it weren’t for the signs, you would think you were in the wrong place.
You start awkwardly, “Uh hello?” The lady in question startles with hand over her heart, red face. She lets out a puff of breath, “Sorry guys, I was a world away.” She laughs at what seems like an inside joke.
You and Steve share a look, then the lady is all business. Putting up her book and asking, “Two for the 10 o’clock?”
Steve uses his natural charm, “Yes ma’am.” You swoon... only a little bit. Not only does he have the best manners, but the way he says ma’am has you weak.
“Right, that’ll be twenty dollars all together,” She talks as she takes the money from Steve, “No taking photos of any kind, no recordings period, video or voice. We have strict rules when it comes to our guests, you can look but no touching the other guests, this isn’t an orgy. And for heaven's sake, clean up after yourselves.” She smiles big, like you aren’t about to watch an illicit film with your best friend/roommate/ crush / unrequited love , “Have fun young loves!”
Before you can correct her, Steve guides you, again with his hot touch on your back, “Thanks!”
Going into the building, you both steal glances at each other, there’s a tension and you’re not sure why. Steve finally smiles big, “What?” You ask.
“I envisioned we’d come up to the building, a slot on the door moving to revel a biker type dude asking us questions before letting us in, looking to see if we’ve been followed, not someone...someone like...”
“Like Mrs. Wheeler?”
He gives you a horrified look, “I said don’t mention parents! I literally use to have dinner with her!” You laugh at his expense, bringing up Nancy's mom.
The lobby is well lit with an old crystal chandelier, it looks the same as outside, polished, clean, and very 1940’s. Cream colored walls with dark wood and pops of a specific antique green.
There are posters of shots from vintage porn films, but tasteful ones, they’re more art than pure smut.
There’s even a counter for snacks, but as you both get closer and quieter when you see what else they have to sell.
Beside the normal snacks they have at theaters, there are sleek little vibrators for sale. They’re very small, only about four inches long, and very discreet- or so says the sign.
There’s black, elastic cock rings. Lube in any flavor you could imagine, and a rainbow of condoms. There’s even a small clean up kit.
It feels a bit too real now what you’re actually doing, not alone but WITH Steve, oh god.
Shifting your eyes to him, he laughs a bit awkwardly, “I don’t think we’ll need any of these.” Shaking your head, not daring to say a word to him, you ask the guy with the beautiful long hair for a box of Mike and Ike's.
His name tag says Argyle.
“Excellent choice my lady, what can I get for you man?”
“I’ll have a medium popcorn,” Steve turns to you, “You want to share?” He stares at you while Argyle gets his popcorn, you’re not saying anything, and you can feel your face heat up.
“Hey,” Steve moves you a couple feet away by a small palm tree looking plant, “You ok? You sure you still want to do this?” His eyes shine with concern, and you know if you tell him no, there would be no questions asked, he would leave with you.
But no, you came here for something new and fun, and you weren’t going to pass it up just because standing this close to Steve makes your heart palpitate.
So you act some more, putting on a big smile, “I’m just shocked they would have popcorn at an adult theater, you think they use the butter on if for lube?” Saying the last part in a whisper.
He laughs quickly then groans with a hand over his face, speaking into them, “That was terrible.”
“Hmmmm still made you laugh though.”
“Yea, you did.” He’s looking at you fondly now, it’s too much.
“Oh look he’s done with our snacks!” You reach your purse for money, but Steve is already on it.
“Hey! Noooo, you paid for the movie!” You exclaim and hip check him out of the way, but he comes back to do the same, “So what? It’s only five bucks.”
“Why are you paying for everything? Let me help.” He yanks your money away and hands Argyle his own, stashing yours back into your purse, “Hey!”
Argyle is looking at you both, getting Steves change, clearly amused.
He holds out the popcorn and box of Mike and Ike's and you snatch them, “Thanks!” It was Steves turn to say hey.
“Enjoy the show!” Argyle says as you walk towards the double doors, Steve gets there first and opens it, “Jesus sugar slow down.”
You whisper as the door closes, the rooms lights are low but not all the way dark yet, you can just make out Steves face, “Where do you want to sit?” Looking around, you wait for him.
There’s only a handful of other people there, and instramental music plays softly in the background.
“Here let me have my lubed popcorn,” He takes it out of your hand so he can hold yours, “Follow me.” His hand pumps yours once and pulls you along.
You would have laughed at the lubed popcorn, but you currently too preoccupied by his hand, you’ve held his hand before it’s not that. His thumb running on your skin like you were a worry stone in his pocket, soothing him, is new.
Damn palpitations.
Getting to seats, he sits and tips your chair down for you, “Thanks.” You whisper, missing his hand already.
“Welcome.” You hear much closer than anticipated and you turn to see Steve smiling close to your face.
“You’re acting different.” You regret the words right as they leave your mouth as he rears back some and runs his hand through his slicked back hair, again, “What do you mean?”
The lights go all the way off, you only see the glow of an exit sign. That is until the screen comes to life and makes Steves face soft from the light, but sharp the shadows of his face casts. His pupils dark but the white of his eyes light, nose sharp but his lips soft.
You have to look away, so you look towards the screen, watching the title of the movie come on, in black and white with dramatic music: Midnights Kiss 1941.
The first scene comes on, a woman about your age is at an old-fashioned ball, having fun and dancing with her friends.
“You paid for everything.” You don’t look away from the screen.
She eats strawberries, which the juice is in vivid color and drips down her lips, her chin, her neck, slowly pooling where her cleavage meets her dress. One of her friends comes closer to her, all coy eyes and feather in her hair, looks at her before dipping down and licking it up. Slurping at her cleavage, up her neck, her chin, her lips and kisses her deep.
They part and laugh.
You watch with rapt attention, blood warming. Acutely aware of Steves warm body that rests against your own, shoulders touching.
“So?” You barely hear him.
The girl notices a clock, 11:38. She yawns and tells her friends she’s tired, and they drunkenly laugh at her, jeering. She’s having none of it as she leaves to go upstairs. Suddenly it’s so quiet, on the stairs, in her room.
In the theater.
“And you didn’t correct the lady.”
She undresses slowly, getting out of her ball gown, corset. Stockings are next, pulled from creamy thighs. Left in a shift where you can make out her pebbled nipples against the oil lamp that’s lighting her room.
Finally she takes that off and her boobs are full, a tampered waist with a soft stomach, hips flaring with soft hair covering her core.
“What lady?”
She opens a window to let the air in her stuffy room, letting her hair down to braid it simply, humming to herself.
Suddenly she hears something, scooting back on her bed sitting against the headboard, she waits naked and unabashed.
You can’t speak it, you know he knows what you're talking about, “You opened the doors and held my seat.”
A dark figure comes through the window, a guy takes off his hooded cape. Eyes looking at the girl with hunger and love. He smiles and his unnaturally long canines' gleam.
She wraps her arms around his neck and says she's missed him terribly; he gives her a small laugh as he holds her and reminds her he's only been gone since this morning.
“I’m no getting your point, so I’m nice?” He laughs unsurely.
She kisses him passionately, he deepens it. He whispers in her ear how he wishes he could be with her always, how he wishes he wasn’t cursed.
She whimpers as he licks down her body, saying how it wasn’t fair.
“Your hand, you held my hand.”
He devours her, worships her. You shift in your seat, getting hot yourself, needing some friction. Steve grabs your hand again and you go stock still.
The girl cries out and cards her hand through the guy's hair, pulling him closer to her core and watching him, she speaks of devotion.
His thumb starts again, so slowly with precision. “What’s so wrong about that?” He gulps.
She comes to completion and his still wet face swoops to her, kissing like he’ll never see her again, going off to some imaginary war.
She palms him through his pants, begging him.
“It...it feels too close like a date.” You shift again, breathing picking up, cheeks hot and you can't help rolling your hips when you hear a random moan in the theater.
Clearly affected.
Steve splays his hand against the front of your stomach, suddenly stopping your movement, and rubbing there, just under your shirt on skin before it meets your skirt.
The girl looks up at him before she goes down and does her own devouring, moaning at his taste. Wanting him all.
Steve rubs and drifts down to your upper thigh, you gasp and open your legs more as an invitation you're not quite sure of.
Heat, so much heat against your ear, “Would that be so bad?”
The guy moans in pleasure as he rips her away, speaking an ancient language against her chest as he holds her.
The absence of his warm hand, and a zipper going down is the only thing you hear as your ears pound. A warm hand over your dark red panties to match your shirt, grabbing everything, resting there for a second like he’s trying to savor the moment.
Suddenly he bites her, pulling blood which falls from his mouth on her neck, again in vivid color.
Steve dives under the cloth, feeling how slick you really are, and he shudders, “F-fuck sugar.” You moan at the way he says sugar, rubbing your clit.
Honey, he says it like honey is drowning him, like you are drowning him.
Fingers dipping in and spreading. Making him hot. Too hot.
The guy rubs his cock against her folds, saying all or nothing, it’s written in blood as he thrust in.
You hold his hand fucking you, needing something to do, too many feelings are going through you.
A gasp.
“Steeeeeeve.”
He bucks into her, telling her he wishes he could give her a kid, a big family, a normal existence.
You're getting closer and closer, “I love you, I'm sorry! I’ve always loved you.” You confess, about to cum from him, Steve. Steve. Steve!
You didn't know you yelled that out at the quiet theater, for everyone to hear as you cum with his fingers working you, trying to find your pleasure, wanting to give you it all, everything.
Time moves slowly, you faintly hear the couple on screen cum. Then he’s there, pulling your emotions from a kiss. A kiss that deepens with spit and pain and love.
“You're my everything, my soul, my light.” You almost think it’s from the move as he kisses you, becoming more aware of your surroundings.
Steve.
You kiss him back, trying to show him all your feelings, hoping it conveys.
Not caring about the film, not caring about the other people, not caring about anything that isn’t him, you straddle him.
Rubbing yourself against his hardness, thrusting but meeting his hot center this time.
You mess his hair up and arch your back when he shoots back against you, giving the friction you wished for earlier.
“S-sugar.” His hands on your waist shake, his face is red, his chest breathing sharply, and his eyes blown to fuck, never once leavings yours.
Working his douchey belt off in record time, you forget all about his zipper and pull his low hanging jeans even lower as he licks down the opening of your shirt, nuzzling your breasts.
His dick pops out, slapping heavily against the trail of hair that’s leading to his belly button. You take him in your hand, pumping, looking for his reactions.
Wanting to be good for him.
When he looks back at you with such love, only then do you move your panties to the side and sit on him, plunging his cock into you.
Your body surges as he thrusts hard into you suddenly, like life itself just started. Uncontrolled moans from you both, pulses racing in tantum.
“I love you- ughhh. F-fuck. So- mmmmmm! I love you so much.”
“I need you, needed you...I-I-ah! I’ve always...shit, I’ve always needed you.”
He pulls and pulls you down to meet him, like he never wants to let you go.
Like he wants you desperately.
“You’re like the air and the sea.” He babbles, thrusting into you, holding you to him.
Kisses, you kiss him so much. His forehead, his brow, his ears, his eyelids, his nose, his lips.
Suddenly he gasps, “Please, sugar cum for me, with me. I need to feel you, I need to know this is real.” He cries out, thrusts uneven.
A strong finger rubbing your clit as he thrusts, his small moans and whimpers into your ear, his arms holding you like you were a balloon who would drift away as soon as he lets go...
Blinding pleasure, like a storm raging and lighting hits a house you come home to on a cold night, fire raging.
A long moan leaves you, as your belly warms in cum.
A finality.
A beginning.
Hopes and prayers whispered on your lips as Steve kisses you. A hundred at least.
You can’t stop snuggling into him, not even when the lights go up slightly, not even when he carries you.
World off its axis.
He covers and holds you, a precious gem.
Wanted.
Soft meaningful kisses, buckles and soothing hands against your back as he drives.
~
At first when you wake up, you allllmost think it’s a dream, a fantasy. But his hairy naked chest, and arms holding you assure anything but.
Clinging to you, like you’d just disappear with no word.
As you slightly move needing to pee, his strong arms trap you even closer as he sleepily says, “No way am I telling our grandkids we went to a porno as our first date, we clearly went for a milkshake.” He rubs against you like a cat, trying to mark his territory with his scent.
Flipping your body, “Hey.” He complains when your chest to chest, no longer the small spoon.
Rubbing your finger over his brow and down his nose to his lips, which he licks your finger into his mouth, “This is real?” You get forgetful as you watch his mouth works your finger, taking it deep.
When he gets a moment after slurping, “So fucking real.”
You smile big as he suckles, “I love you.” Just to remind him, he laughs and kisses your clavicle before petting your hair, making it presentable to only him, “I love you too.”