Sweet Adrenaline

Ichiro
bit his lip as he stared at the large movie screen below. He could
see a girl walking in a rundown house – the normal horror movie
scene. She looked utterly terrified as she stepped over debris,
turned her head so fast that he thought it'd snap off to look out for
whatever was chasing her at the time. He could hardly remember what
she was even running from, considering he hadn't been paying
attention to a good portion of it. With one foot perched on top of
the seat of the lower section, Ichiro had his hand clamped over his
mouth, trying not to let out any noise. He was afraid of crying out.
Not because he was scared – but because the oh-so-handsome
Edward, who just happened to be his boyfriend, was in between his
legs, sucking on his dick, hard.

Seated
at the very top row of the theater, where hardly anyone ever sat,
Ichiro had originally planned to just watch the movie, but Edward got
the delicious idea of just giving him a random blow job. Not that he
was complaining, he was just scared of someone deciding to actually
come and sit up in the same row as them. With the dark aura of the
movie, it was pretty hard to see Edward at all, but there was still a
chance.

His
body gave a slight jerk when Edward's tongue ring pressed against the
shaft of him, rubbing against the skin. God, it always sent chills up
his spine when he did that, especially when his snake bite piercings
added to it. It was making it very hard to stay quiet. Very hard.

Ichiro
curled his fingers into Edward's soft black hair and held on, trying
his best to keep his hips still. His body shuddered again as he gave
in, cumming hard into Edward's mouth, he let out a heavy sigh and
slouched in his seat. Panting, he watched as his boyfriend sat back
and swallowed all that was in his mouth and gave him a smirk. It was
the same smirk he gave whenever Ichiro started blushing, so he
guessed that was how he looked. Ichiro's foot hit the floor while
Edward slid back into his seat beside him and he zipped himself back
up with shaky hands.

“I
can't believe you did that,” he whispered, looking over at
Edward.

“You
know you liked it.” Edward replied smugly and took hold of
Ichiro's hand, holding it tenderly in his own. Although he was a
sexual daredevil, Edward was actually very sweet to him. He looked
over at him, still smirking. “Keep in mind that I'm not done
with you yet. Just you wait until after the movie.”

“When
we get home?” Ichiro asked innocently, blinking.

Edward
just chuckled and that made him all the more nervous.

The
movie ended. Of course, the girl somehow survived in the end. As
always... a predictable ending. The very reason Ichiro hardly ever
watched American horror in the first place. Edward walked close
behind him as everyone in the theater piled out and he stopped in the
hall, stretching his arms out as he yawned. Part of him was glad he
was distracted from the movie. He was so bored, now he was sleepy.

“Come
on,” Edward said suddenly, grabbing his hand and dragging him
into the bathroom at the end of the hall.

Ichiro
tried to yank back, confused. “But I don't need to go. You're a
big boy, can't you go by yourself?”

“Not
for this,”

Being
that he was much stronger than him, Edward pulled Ichiro into the
empty bathroom and shoved him into the handicap stall with a wide
grin. He moved close to him and tugged on the belt loop of his pants.

“Take
them off, now.” Edward demanded in a heated whisper. Ichiro
looked up at him. He could feel his face flushing.

“Someone's
gonna find us.”

“Not
if you keep quiet, they won't.”

“You
know that's hard for me!”

The
pants came off anyway. Ichiro held desperately onto the metal working
of the toilet beside the handle, shaking already. He felt
embarrassed, being so exposed. Edward was holding up one leg, pushing
the head of his dick against his asshole. Ichiro bit onto his lip
when he started invading, feeling the piercings rub against his
insides, feeling himself being stretched out. He made a slight noise
when he got all the way in.

Edward
slipped his hand gently over Ichiro's mouth as he started to move,
hard and slow at first, then steadily began gaining speed. Shutting
his eyes tight, Ichiro held in his moan and gripped the cold metal in
his hands, feeling his knee buckle. Edward leaned over him and gently
kissed his ear, neck and shoulder, his breath hot against his exposed
skin.

That's
when the outer bathroom door creaked open.

In a
panic, Ichiro tried to move away from him. Even if he couldn't be
heard, it was still obvious what was going on when there was a pair
of feet.. then an extra foot. Edward pulled out of him and stepped
back somewhat when Ichiro tried to pull up his pants, but he turned
him around, scooped up his small body and pushed him against the far
wall, keeping his legs out of view to anyone from the outside. Ichiro's
body was small and light, so he was easily held up.

Keeping
Ichiro in his arms, Edward pushed back into him, holding him by the
rear. Their mouths met in a hard kiss when he started to cry out.
Draping his arms around his shoulders, Ichiro gripped at Edward's
shirt, blushing hard. He thrusted into him fast, staring right into
his eyes in a way that made Ichiro shudder with pleasure. Breaking
from the kiss, Ichiro leaned his head back against the tiled wall,
his mouth hanging open, overflowing with silent moans. He could feel
Edward biting at the skin of his neck, sucking on different places,
moving down to his collar bone, holding him close as he thrusted into
him hard. Ichiro held onto him in desperation, feeling himself
slipping to orgasm and fast. His body was still sensitive from the
blow job that happened only a few moments ago, making it difficult to hold
back.

Please
don't let me yell. Please don't let me yell! Ichiro thought to
himself. He didn't. Instead, he let out a sort of squeak when he came
hard, riding out the pleasure as Edward kept thrusting. His inside
muscles were tightening from cumming, Ichiro could feel it and the
look on Edward's now flushed face showed it. With a few more thrusts,
he let out a grunt and filled him after pushing in deep.

Holding
still, they leaned their heads against the other's shoulder and
panted together, listening carefully for the other occupant. Ichiro's
heart was pounding out of fear and exertion, but he relaxed when he
heard the flush and running water from the sink. Edward waited until
they heard the bathroom door open then swing slowly shut, assuring
them that they were once again alone before he pulled out and placed
Ichiro on the toilet.

He
leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips and whispered, “I
love you,”

“I
love you, too.” Ichiro replied quietly, gently touching his
face as he returned the kiss.

For
some reason, he felt that this wasn't the end to their sexual
escapades in public. And part of him didn't mind at all.