Not supposed to: Scary movies.

SCARY MOVIES.

Why have I done this? Well, so many people were whining about the 'real' smut ... plus I was challenged to write this particular scene by someone who made a bet with me. I won the bet but the challenge stuck in my head and refused to leave me. And I blame Nomadic, with her 'I demand love' project :-P And madlodger, too, for this 'research' comment XD

You can read this one-shot without fearing any major spoiler.

This is my first attempt at PWP. Kolgrim was so nice as to give me a hand with it and RPed it with me. She was a great Shawn! Thank you, evi!

I do not own 'Texas chainsaw massacre', it belongs to its respective owners and creators!

Ok, that's basically it.

Now ... ENJOY!

“They’re playing a great film at the movies,” Shawn told Uri with a nonchalant smile as he watched him eat dinner, enjoying the unconscious sensuality the seventeen-year-old boy displayed in this simple act.

“They are?” Uri raised his eyebrows, surprised with his suggestion; he’d rather expect Shawn to snatch him away from the table and drag him upstairs to … ahem …

“Yes, they are, we could maybe go and watch it?”

Shawn had an ulterior motive here; even though they had been together for quite some time now Uri still behaved shy around him when in public. Not even holding his hand … a kiss was out of question. The only times he showed what he felt was actually when he knew that no one was around. Shawn was the total opposite; he enjoyed contact with the younger boy immensely and had been thinking hard how to make Uri open more to him when among people.

Now, his plan was as follows: he needed to get Uri among people and make him desperate for some physical contact. What could be better than scare him off? He imagined Uri clinging to him and had to keep laughter at bay; oh, yes, definitely wanted Uri to cling to him …

“Um, I don’t know …” Uri’s voice was hesitant; he started playing with the spoon, twirling it in his fingers and tapping it against his lips; the action drew Shawn’s eyes to them. “You really want to go out tonight? When we’re finally alone?” he accentuated the last word.

It wasn’t that often that they were alone; tonight, however, the parents went to Silver Creek, leaving the two boys to their own devices. Uri had to admit that when he heard they were leaving, his heart started thumping a little faster and he had to restrain himself from jumping in the air and shouting ‘OH YES!’ He was absolutely sure that Shawn felt the same way …

“Oh, come on, kid, we’ll have a whole night for that,” Shawn made a begging face, the one which got Uri into trouble so many times. “Please, it’ll be fun!”

“Ok,” Uri sighed exasperatedly, “but I’m doing it only because I love you.”

“You’re going to like it!” Shawn grinned at him, making Uri slightly suspicious about his reasons for going to the movies. The older boy stood up, taking his plate and bringing it to the sink for a quick wash up. “Finish the dinner, the film starts in an hour!”

Uri made a face. Of course he should have known something was up when Shawn started to bug him to go to the movies; there was no way he’d do something like that without a motive of some kind!

“Ok, Shawn, spill it. What are you up to?” he asked, narrowing his eyes and watching him move from the sink to the fridge where he put the remaining salad. Shawn turned to him, making an innocent face which didn’t fool Uri for even one moment.

“I really want to watch this film with you,” Shawn stopped and turned to him, smiling honestly. “Really, really, really … want to do other things with you, too but I’d like to go to the movies first. Besides … we don’t need to screw like rabbits all the time,” he stuck out his tongue at the younger teen.

“Says the one that ALWAYS wants to screw like rabbits,” Uri snorted and quickly finished his salad, though his insides melted at Shawn’s words; they proved that what was between them was more than physical.

“Put a jacket on, the motor ride will be cold in the night air,” Shawn warned him when they were getting ready to leave the house; it was fall already and the nights, although rainless, had been rather cold lately. “And you could put on a scarf, I don’t want you to catch a cold,” he added, knowing how sensitive to cold Uri was.

“Yes, mother,” Uri rolled his eyes but obediently waited when Shawn took his own scarf he had brought out of the wardrobe and wrapped it around his neck. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem,” Shawn smiled, trying not to show how glad he felt Uri agreed to put on the scarf. It played a great part in his plans for tonight … “Now let’s go!”

*P*P*

The ride proved to be as cold as Shawn had predicted and Uri was struggling not to let his teeth chatter when they finally arrived at the movies; he was deeply thankful for having Shawn’s scarf around his neck at the moment. Shawn found a spot where he parked his motorcycle and they both went inside the warm interior of the cinema hall. Shawn came closer to the ticket booth and asked for two tickets for “Texas chainsaw massacre” …

“You’re a bastard, you know,” Uri gave him a cold look when they went away from the booth. “You KNOW I hate horror movies!”

“And that’s precisely why I chose this movie. Come on, Uri, you’re seventeen already for goodness sake! How long are you going to be afraid of scary movies?” Shawn dragged him towards the movie hall, paying no attention to the stalling teen.

“As long as they are SCARY,” Uri replied acidly, silently fearing the movie. He knew that this movie was horrible, all this blood and gore and dead bodies all around … ugh, he really didn’t want to be here; they could have been at home, engaging in something much more interesting … Now his mood would be spoilt for the remaining evening. And what was Shawn trying to achieve anyway?

“I’m going to prove to you there is nothing to be afraid of,” Shawn looked at him meaningfully. “You’ll see, you’re going to enjoy this visit to the movies.”

“I doubt that,” Uri muttered as they found their seats far in the back and sat down.

The movie hasn’t started yet; the movie hall was still fully lit and Uri noticed it was almost empty, save a couple of people. Uri looked curiously at them; there was an elderly lady sitting in the front row and a girl and a boy, undoubtedly on a date. And, of course, Shawn and him.

“Why are there so few people?” he asked rhetorically, “Is the film so bad?”

“You’ll have to judge that for yourself,” Shawn answered him, also scanning the inside of the movies hall. It was perfect, so few people … Maybe he could get Uri to … The grandma at the front was surely half deaf and the kids across the room would be occupied otherwise … he felt a grin tug at the corners of his mouth.

“What are you grinning at?” Uri inquired, and displaying unusual perceptiveness, added, “You have planned it from the very beginning, didn’t you? You chose this stupid horror movie on purpose.”

“Aww … I’m hurt, you always suspect me of plotting …” Shawn gave the younger teen another of his ‘I’m innocent’ smiles and at the same time the lights started to get dimmer and dimmer.

“If I’m scarred for life, it’s going to be your fault,” Uri warned Shawn only half jokingly, feeling a shiver of fear run along his spine. God, he hated horror movies!

Shawn tried a different approach; in the last light he gave Uri a wide grin and asked him, “My fault Uri? If you get scared, I'm right here, want me to hold your hand to make it better?” His original plan suddenly twisted in his head; all he wanted now was to make Uri beg him for comfort – and comfort he would receive, oh, yes, he would.

“Are you sure it's my hand you want to hold?” Uri replied suggestively and added after it got completely dark in the room, “I only hope you’re ready for the screams of terror from me.”

Shawn barely suppressed a snort of laughter; he had noticed that since they got together, Uri did become bolder with words and – when they were alone – with actions. He proved to be quite a handful to deal with but this only made Shawn fall for him harder than ever before. He decided he could play this word game with the one he loved.

“Well, I could hold something else if you like?” he suggested back and waited for the reaction from the younger boy who usually spazzed out over such things. Or at least expressed his disapproval. Then, just to tease the other one more, he remarked as his hand touched lightly Uri’s thigh, “And you can scream all you want, Uri.”

“We're at the movies, Shawn,” the younger teen hissed at him with the expected disapproval, making Shawn smile. “There are people here.”

Oh, that was exactly the root of Shawn’s problem with Uri, people. There were people everywhere, they were unavoidable and Uri simply had to learn that being among people didn’t mean ‘keep Shawn at arm’s length’ … So he decided to show him one could actually be among people and at the same time have a great time with … well, with your lover.

“Just some bored old granny, half asleep already and the movie hasn't even started …” Shawn leaned towards Uri and started nibbling at his ear. And, as usual when he was around Uri like that, he felt a surge of arousal. Well, surprise, surprise … “Come on Uri; live a little; play a little, I'll make it worth your while?”

“Just imagine how shocked this granny will be, she may suffer from a stroke!” Uri scolded him instantly, though half heartedly. Shawn continued his antics, knowing how well it always worked, letting his lips travel to Uri’s neck and allowing the tip of his tongue taste the slightly salty skin of the other boy, getting aroused more by the second. He was really doing himself a bad favor. He knew exactly what Uri’s reaction to this would be.

“Will you stop that? You wanted to watch that film, didn't you? So watch it!” Uri did this thing again; not wanting to play with him, because someone might see!

Dear heavens. And yet Shawn knew that he did want to play, he just needed a little encouragement and he would want it. “They say this is a pretty scary film,” he started slowly and reached to take Uri’s hand in his, stroking his skin, wondering what the boy would do.

Uri felt bad, for a couple of reasons. The film started and so did the bloodshed, making his guts twist unpleasantly. Then there was Shawn, almost all over him, making him all hot and bothered in a public place. Much as Uri loved him, there were a couple of things he would rather not do, public displays of affection being one of them. Because Shawn could make him lose all his inhibitions and behave shamelessly … and even though it was ok with Shawn, Uri knew other people would look strangely at them …

When Shawn stopped nibbling at his ear and instead started to trace the sensitive skin of his hand sensually, he felt his heart beat speed up – and it was only an innocent caress. He laced his fingers with Shawn’s and squeezed his hand gently, addressing the remark Shawn made a moment ago, “So they say, but I’m not that scared yet.”

“Maybe you’re not scared yet, but is it so bad if I hold your hand like this now?” Shawn felt contented having Uri with him like that, having him close to himself. He turned towards him and pressed a kiss onto Uri’s lips but because the teen was looking at the screen, Shawn managed only to kiss the corner of his mouth.

At the touch of Shawn’s lips to his skin, Uri felt a little evil. He allowed the kiss to continue in this fashion; then he turned to the other boy, quickly pecking him square on the lips. “No, not bad at all,” he answered and returned to watching the screen.

Shawn smiled when he felt this quick peck. Uri was getting a little bolder; at least he kissed him back, though chastely. He kept holding Uri’s hand as he turned his focus to the movie playing. He didn't really care about the movie; entirely different thoughts and plans were forming in his head. He waited though, waited for Uri to get a little scared and more in need of comfort: his comfort.

Uri was watching the screen - not the film - trying not to pay any attention to what was going on, distracting himself with the thoughts of school, of Shawn sitting next to him ... they didn't get to spend nearly as much time together as he would like to, Shawn had work now, Uri himself had his school ... so occasions like this were rare. But no matter how hard Uri was trying not to watch that blood-and-thoughtless-murder filled movie, some scenes did enter his mind and made him cringe and squeeze Shawn's hand from time to time.

"If you're scared, I could ... maybe ... blindfold you?" Shawn decided to ask him finally when he felt Uri squeeze his hand harder at one point in time. This thought had been occupying his mind for the last couple of moments and he entertained the image of Uri blind and totally at his mercy. Which, of course, only turned him on more.

“B-blindfold me?” Uri seemed totally confused with this suggestion; Shawn almost could hear the wheels working in the teen’s brain. Uri was so bright and at the same time so dense sometimes. Or so innocent.

The difference didn’t really matter now.

“Yes Uri; blindfold you,” he grinned at him and explained in a heated whisper, “trust me ... I'd make it worth it, I'd make you enjoy ...”

“But ... what's the use of blindfold in the cinem ... ah ...” he finally understood. “No,” he firmly said. “Behave yourself.”

“Oh, come on, Uri ...” Shawn kissed his neck, gently rubbing his thigh once more, “it could be fun ...”

“Ah ... no,” Uri sighed and shook his head, feeling tingling everywhere where Shawn was touching him. Shawn was impossible sometimes! Turning him on in a place where everyone could see it! “You invited me to the movies, I want to watch this film even if I'm gonna puke all over myself and you.”

Shawn decided to give in, knowing it was not what the younger teen expected or wanted, but he was not really giving up. He removed his hand, leant back and turned to look at the movie, “Whatever you want, Uri,” he sighed then.

Uri was sitting on his seat, feeling decidedly uncomfortable at the moment. Shawn resumed his watching the film, becoming engrossed in it – or so he seemed – and leaving Uri … well, alone and aroused. Uri glared at the screen with disgust – what was in it anyway that kept Shawn’s eyes so glued to it? The plot – what plot? – was almost non existent, it was barely an excuse to show people gallons of red paint and miles of intestines … And Shawn was focusing on the horribleness … If Uri had to suffer through it, he definitely wouldn’t suffer alone!

“Enjoying the film?” he leaned towards Shawn and whispered softly into his ear, making sure to blow slightly. When Shawn jerked suddenly, he knew he caught his undivided attention.

“Yes,” was Shawn’s answer. The film was definitely freaking scary yet Uri’s little trick worked like a miracle, throwing Shawn out of reverie. “But I could enjoy something else more ...”

“Oh, I don't doubt that,” Uri whispered once more into his ear and sat back, smirking to himself, satisfied.

Damn that kid! Shawn was trying to concentrate on the film again but instead of the gore scenes on the screen he kept seeing other images, of himself and his love, tangled up in bed and … God, was he hot at the moment! The images made him hard and he was having trouble controlling his breathing. He desperately wanted to touch himself to relieve some of the tension, but even more than that he wanted Uri to be the one touching him.

Uri was listening to Shawn’s pattern of breathing and immediately noticed when the even breath turned into ragged panting. The feeling of power kept over the older teen made him snicker quietly. He decided that he could get away with some more teasing.

“Want me to hold your ... hand?” he asked, pausing a little before saying the last word.

“If you would?” Shawn replied, feeling his throat constrict with anticipation. Would Uri …?

“Uhum," Uri murmured, groping for his hand and 'accidentally' brushing against his thigh. He had to bite his lips to stop himself from laughing out loud when he heard a barely audible hiss escaping Shawn’s throat. He also noticed when Shawn leaned towards him a bit, trying to make it inconspicuous.

‘Watch the film, Shawn,’ was all that was going around in Shawn’s head when Uri proceeded to tease him mercilessly, taking his hand and stroking it with the tips of his fingertips, slowly, then lifting it up to his lips and giving it small kisses on the knuckles. At that point his iron control snapped and he caught Uri’s chin, turning the teen’s head to him, kissing him lightly on the lips first, then making the kiss stronger, feeling the warm inside of Uri’s mouth, tasting his unique flavor. When they finally parted, both boys were panting equally hard.

“Are you sure you wouldn't want to try that blindfold?” Shawn asked him again, leaning towards Uri’s ear, his breath gently tickling the slightly cold skin there, making Uri instantly warm all over even more than he already was.

“What is it with you and this blindfold?” Uri asked him curiously, though the idea seemed much more attractive to him now. “Some kink of yours?” he chuckled.

“Maybe ...” Shawn grinned at him even though it was almost invisible in the darkness. “Not being able to see makes it a lot more sensual, Uri.”

Uri sighed and bit his lower lip; oh, God, could Shawn tempt him! He would never agree to this, he should never agree and yet there he was, his will crumbling when he felt Shawn’s fingers untangle the scarf that was wrapped around his neck.

“Can I use this?” Shawn licked his lips, then smiled, waiting for Uri to decide, hoping he would approve.

Uri hesitated; there was this grandma at the front who was supposedly deaf … or maybe even half blind … and two other teenagers, far away from them. The sound of the film was blaring loud enough to muffle most of the sounds they could possibly produce. Shawn was usually a silent ‘comer’ and Uri himself could keep the incriminating sounds from spilling out … it wasn’t easy but he could do it. And the anticipation was growing faster with every second, finally pushing him towards the edge …

Yet … if he agreed just like that, this would make Shawn gloat … he bit his lower lip and then snatched the scarf from Shawn’s hands, “No. But I can use it.” Then he quickly stood up from his seat, threw his left leg over Shawn’s joined thighs and straddled the older teen’s lap, facing him and away from the evil screen. Ah, that felt much better!

Shawn’s heart beat madly, he started trembling slightly as Uri moved onto his lap. He wanted to touch him so bad, wanted to make love to him so bad. Maybe they should have stayed at home? He moved his hands on the shorter boy’s bum. “My, my, what do you have in mind, my little Uri?” he asked feeling little out of breath already.

“You wanted to heighten the sensations ...” Uri whispered into his ear as he leaned closer, wrapping the scarf gently around his head. He tied it in the back of his head, paying attention not to make it too tight. Then he caught Shawn’s hands, removing them from his bottom. “No hands for you,” he jokingly warned him, his face now merely inches from Shawn’s blindfolded one. He gave his chin a bite, not enough to hurt him but stronger that a simple nibble.

Shawn was having a sensory overload. Oh man, who could know Uri had this in him! Who knew his own plan would work this well! “No hands? Oh, Uri, you're killing me,” he breathed out, feeling Uri’s warm breathing on his skin after he had been bitten; he had already been stone hard, now he was more aroused than he thought it possible.

“Killing you? No, merely having my wicked way with you,” Uri responded with a smirk audible in his voice as he continued to nibble at Shawn’s lips delicately, avoiding the direct kiss even though he would like nothing else than to kiss him hard and give in to the burning need. But what’s the fun in coming hard and fast? OK, there was a lot of fun in coming like that but hard and fast wasn’t on the menu at the moment. He nuzzled the other teen’s cheek with his own, bringing their chests closer with this movement, warmth to warmth.

“You're driving me crazy, only you can drive me crazy with want like this, Uri,” Shawn muttered; Uri taking the control had always been something he loved and he loved how the younger teen could surprise him with it, and every time it felt just as new and exiting. And now he felt that Uri was really killing him; it felt so good that he thought he might not be able to handle it, it felt so much too much and yet not enough …

“If anyone else even tried ...” he heard Uri’s voice and then felt a sharp nip at his right earlobe, suddenly his hands were free from the firm hold and his sweater was being tugged up a bit, not much, just enough to give Uri’s hands an immediate access to the plains of his skin. Then the boy pushed his hands against his abdomen … eek, cold!

A sudden shiver ran through Shawn, starting at the point where Uri’s hands rested, making him gasp at the sensation that wasn’t unpleasant at all, just odd. Shawn took advantage of the fact that his hands were free again; he was blinded by the scarf and he relied heavily on the touch now, he desperately needed to touch Uri and he allowed his hands to wander to Uri’s back, tugging his shirt from the confines of his pants and immediately feeling warmth radiating from the bare skin of the slightly smaller body.

“Cheater,” Uri murmured while his own hands were sliding on Shawn’s smooth skin up, feeling the lean muscles ripple under it. He bent his head down, towards Shawn’s throat and once again started nibbling, more delicately this time, not wanting to leave any visible signs. His hands continued their little trip up Shawn’s torso until his fingertips brushed against a nipple that became hard instantly. "Liking it?" he asked, stopping for a moment his nibbling torture and instead tweaking the hard nub between his thumb and index finger.

“Do I like it? Can you feel how much I like it?” Shawn moaned softly, his erection throbbing inside his pants, showing in this way how much he liked it. He heard Uri laugh breathlessly and felt him rock forwards a little.

“Actually I was wondering what was poking me ... What could that be?” Uri teased him, continuing his slow rocking motion, driving Shawn closer and closer towards the edge but then stopping suddenly. Shawn couldn’t stop another moan, a louder one this time.

“Why … you evil little fox ...” he breathed out, trying to make the younger boy resume his movements. His hands wandered to Uri’s back of their own volition, bringing the slim body closer to him. “You should know what it is and what it wants. And you are teasing me, so evil ... evilness, Uri ...”

Uri felt Shawn’s hands on his behind and even though they felt damn good, he had something else in his mind and Shawn touching him like that was not a part of his plan. He clung closer to Shawn, shifting his hips once more against him, then he whispered into the older teen’s ear, “I want to tell you something ... but I will tell it only if you let go of me.” He felt Shawn’s hesitation, his unwillingness to let go, his struggle for dominance and finally his submission to his wish when he removed his hands from Uri’s rear and shoved them behind his own back.

“Alright, you win, tell me.”

“Imagine ...” Uri removed his hands from Shawn’s warm body and moved backwards, breaking the bodily contact with him. It was necessary for his plan. “Imagine that I am slowly opening my zipper now ... so agonizingly slowly ... imagine the quiet sound of it, the zip going down. Leaving my pants open …”

“Oh God,” Shawn gasped. If he was hard before then now ... oh God, he felt his erection throb once again, wanted so bad to touch Uri, to feel him better … Uri’s voice, soft, sensual, the images it was giving to Shawn ... “I imagine, I see it ...” he whispered with a hoarse voice.

“So ... what am I doing now?” Uri asked him with a dry throat, actually not doing anything yet. He was curious what Shawn imagined him doing at the moment and felt oddly turned on, wanting to hear more of the fantasy.

“Touching yourself,” Shawn whispered, picturing the whole thing in his head, “You're touching yourself and ... and it's so hot ... I want to touch you, please, want to taste you ...” he squirmed impatiently under the younger boy.

“Later ... what am I doing exactly?” Uri demanded once more, feeling a wave of new blood coming to his one particular extremity. He couldn’t tell if it was caused by the words or by Shawn’s squirming which was causing delicious friction. “Tell me more …”

In the light coming from the long forgotten screen he saw Shaw swallow. “You ... you ... bring your hand to your member through the opening of your pants and you stroke yourself,” he saw Shawn’s tongue lick quickly around his lips, “and your head is thrown back, and you moan, then you look at me ...”

Uri’s ears become red and hot with excitement as he listened to these words and pictured the exact thing in his head, stifling a moan, then reaching with his hands towards the zipper in Shawn’s pants. “Perhaps ...” he murmured softly, “but I’d rather be doing this for the time being ...” His fingers began to stroke Shawn’s hardness through the stiff material of jeans.

Shawn bit his lip trying not to moan out too loud. “Oh yes, please do ... don't stop, don't stop ...” he was beginning to pant, his hips shifting towards the touch he so craved for.

“Getting impatient?” Uri chuckled at his arousal though he himself was in no better condition; his fingers were searching for the zipper, finding it finally and opening it carefully, though shakily.

Shawn didn’t even know at what point in time he bit his cheek; it was bleeding slightly now and he could taste the blood in his mouth; he was trying to fight with himself not to touch Uri now, but it was so freaking hard. With Uri slowly opening his zipper the anticipation inside him only grew. “I want to touch you so bad,” he blurted out then.

Uri swallowed heavily, hesitating about what he should do, if he should let him. His hands came to a stop for a few moments. Then he made a decision, kissing Shawn and whispering softly, “Not yet.”

"You're driving me crazy, Uri,” Shawn repeated once more, the corners of his mouth twitching up from a smile. “You’ll tease me to death, you fox ...”

“Oh, I hope I will drive you beyond crazy,” Uri murmured and slipped his hand inside the opened pants, touching the older teen’s erection through the fabric of his boxers. He pressed against it a little and made a slow, circular movement, massaging the hard shaft, feeling how hot it was, how ready it was. He felt a shiver shot down his spine, caused purely by simply touching Shawn ... “Imagine that I am standing up ...” he continued, removing his hand, which caused Shawn to whimper and at the same time doing what he was telling Shawn, leaving his lap. “Do you know why?”

When Uri left his lap, Shawn immediately started missing his warmth, but hearing his question made him snap his head up towards his voice even though he couldn’t see the boy. Different ideas filled his head. He was not sure, he really didn’t know where Uri was going with that; was he planning something or just playing tricks on him, evil sexual tricks that already had Shawn all hot and bothered? Where did this Uri come from? He wondered, this bold, daring boy … Once again he swallowed and responded to the question, “Tell me, tell me Uri ...”

Uri grinned to himself as his hands rested on Shawn’s thighs, stayed there for a moment, then made his legs open as wide as possible. He stepped over Shawn’s left thigh, getting between the legs now. He knew it was going to be a tight fit but ... he wanted it, he wanted to try Shawn badly at the moment, taste him badly. He knelt in the confined space, in front of him ...

“Oh God, Uri ...” Shawn whispered, feeling the younger boy move between his thighs and finally catching up on his plan and he leaned back and waited, feeling the excitement blossoming in the bottom of his stomach.

It was rather tight, not much space to move around but in fact ... Uri realized that they didn’t need that much space after all. His hands went to Shawn’s already opened pants, carefully tugging his erected member from within the confines of the boxers. He wrapped his fingers around it, knowing by now how he should squeeze it, how he should massage it, at the same time just enjoying the feel of it. Then his hand gave a few strokes to the straining member. Not enough to make Shawn come but enough to inform him of the real treat that was awaiting him.

Shawn was trembling from want, trying to wait, he knew he had to wait, a sudden thought that someone might just see them, might watch them made everything even hotter; his want to use his hands, to finally touch Uri beginning to get unbearable.

Uri didn’t pay attention to the signs of Shawn’s impatience; he got closer to his impressive shaft, facing it, biting his lips first and then licking them, spreading saliva evenly on them. He took a hold of Shawn’s erection and finally gave it the first tentative lick. A familiar by now flavor on his tongue made him hum, “Mmmmmmm.”

Shawn threw his head back, it felt so amazing. He was absolutely sure no one could be as good as Uri; he was convinced of that. If only he could … “Can't I touch you, Uri? Will you still tease me with this?” he asked the boy then.

Even though it was quite dark in the room and Uri had no chance to see clearly what the other teen looked like, he looked up. “Tease you? I have no intention to,” he answered the second question, ignoring the first one. He knew Shawn well, he knew that the other boy could not and would not keep his hands away but he wanted badly to see how long his word would keep Shawn at bay. He caught his erection with his still moist lips, paying attention not to do any harm with his teeth and once again gave it a lick, this time pressing the tip of his tongue into the slit.

Shawn was on the verge of forgetting to keep his hands away; they almost itched to be used. He had to bite his lip again, doing everything he could to stay quiet, not to start moaning loudly. “You're so good Uri, the best,” he whispered feverishly. Still trying to will his hands to stay where they were, behind his back, he couldn't help but to bring his hips forward to meet better with the hot mouth that was engulfing him at the moment. The control over his hands was getting weaker by the second, but he kept trying, trying so hard.

Uri smiled around the tip of Shawn’s penis, feeling his impatient movement, pushing the erection deeper into his mouth, though not deep enough to make him gag. He swirled his tongue around it, pressing it against his palate, then sucking on it, once, twice. He was beginning to wonder how much longer Shawn would be able to keep his hands away from him. Then he felt them creep from their hiding, one traveling to his hair, stroking it delicately and playing with it, visibly enjoying its softness; the other one resting on his right shoulder, then traveling to his neck and caressing it lovingly. He couldn’t stop the feeling of triumph, stupid as it was. Because he wanted to test Shawn, wanted to test where his control ended and the raw need began and now he had his answer. He would snicker if his mouth wasn’t occupied otherwise; it turned out that Shawn lost his control pretty fast.

“Couldn't help it ...” he heard Shawn’s almost apologetic words, as if the teen was trying to explain his hands away. But on the other hand … feeling Shawn’s hands on him made Uri equally hot; he loved the slow caresses and expressed his satisfaction the only way he could at the moment – humming. He felt Shawn’s body jerk at the sensation. “Feels so good, Uri, you feel so good … so close ...” he heard the first feverish warning, breathed out, feeling Shawn’s hand grip his shoulder stronger.

“Mmm,” Shawn felt another hum and then immediately a stronger suction. He was more than half way inside Uri’s mouth; the younger boy hadn’t learnt deep throating – yet – but he definitely had other talents. At the moment his warm hand was keeping Shawn’s erection gently, yet firmly, going up and down together with this devilishly hot mouth of his, building a steady rhythm. Up and down, up and down, his hand, his mouth ... Oh damn, it felt so good, he was getting closer and closer to the edge, trembling, almost wanting Uri to stop because it felt so good that it almost hurt, it felt so amazing!

“Oh God...” he moaned. “Uri, really close, really, really close ...” he tried to warn him and felt the other boy withdraw slightly, just enough to accommodate what was going to come … pun intended … then the motion stopped but he knew Uri would never leave him hanging like that. Suddenly he felt vibrations, caused by the deep, continuous humming and he could not stop himself, he could not stop the wave that seemed to have started in his toes and moved through his entire body. He was desperately trying to suppress a moan, holding onto Uri’s shoulder, trying not to squeeze too hard when his come was filling the eager mouth.

“Oh, God, Uri …” he was whispering, feeling hazy and relaxed, his hand still stroking the soft hair.

When the slightly salty wave of Shawn’s come filled Uri’s mouth, he quickly swallowed it. The taste was not the most pleasant in the world but he had long ago learnt it was Shawn's flavor ... Not letting his erection go just yet, he licked around it, getting rid of the traces of come then finally freeing it from his mouth and giving it a quick kiss. Shawn's hand kept stroking his hair when he tucked him back into his boxers and pants. Then Uri stood up, putting his hands on both sides of Shawn’s seat, leaning towards the other boy, his lips ghosting over Shawn’s. “Saw the stars?” he whispered to the still blindfolded teen.

“Stars, heaven, you name it,” he heard a quiet answer and chuckled. Then Shawn asked in an equally quiet voice, “Will you kiss me, my little angel?”

Uri leaned closer, his lips finally touching the other’s mouth, softly, tentatively, teasingly. He flicked the tip of his tongue along Shawn’s lower lip, inviting him to a deeper kiss but Shawn was probably still too hazy from the climax to respond with something more than a peck. Well, that couldn’t be, could it? Uri broke the contact with Shawn’s lips and stepped over his leg, moving out from between Shawn’s thighs, then leaning to his ear, he whispered, “Close your legs.”

He saw Shawn grinning at him as he did what Uri asked for. “I'll do whatever you want me to,” he heard when he maneuvered himself back onto his lap, putting his hands on the taller boy’s shoulders for support and kissed him once again, this time stronger, probing Shawn’s mouth with the tip of his tongue, tracing the inside of his lips, then touching the other’s tongue.

Shawn wrapped his arms around Uri, enjoying the kiss, remembering then that Uri needed attention and really wanting to bring him the pleasure he himself was given. “What do you want, Uri?” he asked, breaking the kiss, moving his hands to the other boy’s back, massaging it, feeling Uri press against his body.

The need within his body was starting to burn Uri; the safe and warm circle of Shawn’s arms around him made him forget about the surroundings and all that was left was this need, urging him to do something to satisfy it. Shawn’s question was answered with a rock forward and Uri couldn’t help the feverish, needy whisper, “You ... want you ... want you ... bad ...”

“How do you want me Uri? I want you to tell me,” he heard another whisper and felt a squeeze to his bottom; the hands were moving him closer, helping his rocking motion, making him half coherent with want.

“Nnnn ...” he had serious problems with articulating his request but after a moment of struggling with his speech he finally choked out, “T-touch me ...”

“Touch you ...” a hand slid between their bodies, it traveled to his crotch and touched his erection. “Touch you here?”

“Yesss ...” he hissed, bucking into the touch and kissing Shawn once again, feeling hungry for him, for everything he could receive, feeling greedy for even more.

“I want to see you, Uri, I want to able to see you, can I?” Shawn asked him, fighting to open his jeans with the blindfold still on. Instead of answering this question, Uri’s hands traveled to the knot of the scarf and untied it, freeing Shawn from its confines.

As soon as the scarf was removed, Shawn looked at him hungrily, crushing their lips together, his hand finally managing to open the stubborn zipper and sliding inside Uri’s pants. He started to stroke the straining hardness, all the while looking in Uri's eyes, their faces close to one another.

Uri was struggling to keep his eyes open. Much as he would like to close them and just throw his head back, surrendering to the scorching sensations, he found it more enticing to look into the green eyes as Shawn’s hand kept stroking him faster, driving him closer to the edge. His hips started moving in tandem with the hand, he was unable to control the urgent shifting. His breath grew short and quick. “Ohhh, God, Shawn ...”

The response to his moan was even faster movement of Shawn’s hand and the sensations flooded him, making him cave under their pressure. The heat in his stomach broke free of his control and to muffle any sound that would alert other people of their current activities, he kissed Shawn once more. He pressed closer to the warm body feeling the tidal wave of pleasure hit him, moaning into Shawn’s mouth, pushing his hips stronger one last time.

Shawn smiled into the kiss, then licked around Uri’s lips and finally broke the contact, looking at Uri, who was tiredly blinking his eye lids. “You're so beautiful, Uri, so beautiful … I love you,” he whispered, still stroking his organ, though now more slowly.

“Mhmmm, love you, too ...” Uri whispered back to him, feeling lazy, feeling contented, feeling satiated. Shawn’s hand was still touching him but at the moment the words were more important; Uri would never tire of hearing ‘I love you’, of saying ‘I love you’. He sloppily kissed Shawn once more, burying his hands into his hair, probably messing it impossibly. He felt happy; what else would he need at the moment?

“Feeling sleepy?” Shawn asked him, already knowing the answer. “Want to go home in a real bed? Get some evening snack on our way back?”

“Mmm, bed sounds good,” he felt the other boy nod his head a little. “Food not necessary, though ... not now, maybe later ...”

Then Uri shakily stood up from his lap. In the measly light the screen was providing them with he checked his appearance, sadly noting the stains of come on his shirt. Again he made quite a mess ... “Ugh, look what you have done,” he grumbled half heartedly, pointing to the evidence of their recent activities. “Good it's dark outside, no one will see anything ...”

Shawn chuckled.

“Didn't you like being a little naughty, wasn't it fun? I know I had fun,” he grinned and stood up, reaching with his hand and messing Uri’s hair a little; he just couldn't help himself.

“Well, at least I didn't have to watch that stupid movie," Uri remarked as he arranged his clothes into some semblance of decency. Then he smirked at Shawn.

“Aww ... so you ARE happy we came, you loved it and you know it,” the older teen smirked right back.

“I loved COMING, not watching,” Uri stuck his tongue at Shawn who was also busy with his clothes.

“I bet you did,” Shawn grinned once more and continued, “and maybe you can enjoy ... coming home as well?” he winked at Uri then, wrapping the scarf around Uri’s neck.

“Definitely, coming home sounds like a plan!” was Uri’s reply.


The end.


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