Chapter 47 Chapter Forty-Four
Demi's Point Of View
I was already halfway sunk into the couch when it hit me.
“Wait,” I said.
Chris paused instantly, thumb freezing mid-air. “What?”
I sat up a little, the idea buzzing in my head before I could talk myself out of it. “What if we didn’t watch it here?”
He turned to look at me, brows knitting together. “You mean… ever?” He sounded bored
I snorted. “No, you idiot. I mean, what if we went to the cinema instead?”
There it was. The spark. Once it showed up, I couldn’t unsee it.
Chris blinked. “The cinema.”
“Yeah,” I said, warming to it now. “Think about it. Big screen. Actual popcorn. Not your slightly stale-at-the-bottom-of-the-bag popcorn.”
“Hey,” he said defensively. “I popped that up really good”
“Sure”
Chris just rolled his eyes at me.
I swung my legs off the couch and stood, suddenly restless in a way that felt lighter than boredom. “Come on. We’ll regret it if we don’t.”
Chris leaned back, eyeing me like he was trying to figure out if I was serious or just stirring chaos for fun. “You realize that requires effort, right? Shoes. Outside. People.”
“Wow,” I said. “Brave of you to list your favorite things like that.”
He laughed, soft and reluctant, and that sound made my heart melt. He was so cute.
“Isn’t it kind of last minute?” he asked.
“That’s the best kind of minute.”
I grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair and tossed it over my shoulder.
“Come on. If it sucks, we can leave. If it doesn’t, we get a cool story out of it.”
“‘That time we impulsively went to the movies’ is not a cool story,” he said, standing anyway.
“It is if you tell it right.”
He shook his head, but he was smiling as he grabbed his own jacket. He shut off the TV, the room dimming fully now, like it was disappointed we were abandoning it.
We both made our way down the stairs and into the living room. He grabbed his keys and we made our way out the door.
The front door clicked shut behind us, and the evening air hit my face, cool and sharp in a way that woke me up instantly. The sky was already starting to darken, streaked with faded orange and blue, streetlights flickering on one by one.
We walked side by side down the sidewalk, hands shoved into our pockets, shoulders bumping occasionally just because neither of us moved away.
“This was your idea,” Chris said. “You’re buying the tickets.”
“Wow. Our friendship means nothing to you.”
“It means everything,” he replied. “That’s why I’m letting you pay.”
I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t argue.
The cinema wasn’t far from his house, it was just a few blocks down, neon lights glowing brighter the closer we got.
The familiar marquee made my chest buzz with that specific excitement you only get before a movie, when anything still feels possible.
Inside, it smelled like butter and sugar and recycled air. The lobby buzzed with low chatter and the hum of machines, posters lining the walls like promises.
Chris drifted toward the snack counter immediately. “Popcorn?”
“You literally just insulted your own popcorn,” I said.
“That was house popcorn,” he corrected. “This is professional.”
We got our tickets, argued briefly over candy choices, and finally made our way down the carpeted hallway toward our theater.
The muffled sound of another movie leaked through the walls, bass vibrating faintly under my feet.
Inside, the lights were low but not dark yet. The screen glowed softly, previews rolling silently.
We found two seats at the very back.
I settled back, popcorn between us, the screen stretching wide in front of us. Chris leaned back too, shoulders relaxing, like the day had finally clicked into place.
“Okay,” he said quietly. “This was a good idea.”
I smiled, eyes forward as the lights began to dim even more. “I know.”
And then the movie was about to start, and we were exactly where we’d decided to be.
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{A few minutes later}
Chris's Point Of View
The theater was half-full, action flick explosions masking our heavy breaths in the back row.
Demi sat beside me, popcorn forgotten, his hand already in my lap under the jacket draped across us.
There were people who were rows ahead of us completely oblivious, but one glance back could end everything.
His fingers wrapped my cock through my jeans, squeezing until I shifted, unzipping quietly.
I returned the favor, palm sliding into his pants, stroking his leaking shaft.
The screen flashed bright, illuminating his bitten lip.
Leaning over, I nuzzled his neck, whispering,
“Suck me” He bent low, mouth engulfing my tip, tongue swirling as the subwoofer rumbled.
A couple walked past our aisle, we froze, his lips sealed around me, hot and still.
They sat elsewhere. He deepthroated now, gagging softly, hand pumping the base. I tangled fingers in his hair, guiding shallow thrusts.
The thrill spiked my pulse, I came with a cough to cover the groan, flooding his mouth.
He swallowed, rising to kiss me salty-sweet, then I pushed him back, handjob turning frantic on his cock until he arched, spilling into a napkin with a muffled whine.
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Demi's Point Of View
Cum lingered on my tongue as the credits rolled, Chris's arm casual around my shoulders while we watched the other viewers stretched ahead and some started getting up ready to leave.
The near-miss with that couple, heart in my throat, made the orgasm crash harder, every nerve alive.
It was totally worth it coming here.
“Round two at home?” He growled in my ear before he kissed down my neck, which made me hard.