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There’s sound coming from the screening next door, fans in anticipation to meet them. The movie is about half way through and Joss is really trying his best not to watch Gawin instead of the big screen in front of them.
Their seats aren’t that close to each other, Joss isn’t sure he hid his dissatisfaction with the distance between them; Gawin smirking up at him before sitting down cheerfully like it didn’t bother him at all.
They share popcorn, their hands touching sometimes when going in at the same time for more. Joss can’t help the way it sends a shiver down his spine. He should be over these little moments, but it still feels like the first time.
Joss takes a sip of his drink, his mouth becoming dry all of a sudden and he’d laugh at himself if it wasn’t so pathetic.
Joss is deep in his own head when a piece of popcorn hits him in the side of the face. He turns to see Gawin looking ahead at the screen, but his face gives him away. The cheekiest smile sits on his face taking Joss’s breath away.
He takes a deep breath to control himself, he can’t be sure what he’ll do next if he doesn’t. He chooses to shake his head instead and smile to himself.
A moment later another piece hits him and he turns to watch Gawin grab for more, this time grabbing hold of his wrist to stop him. He doesn’t let go of his wrist when Gawin brings his fingers to Joss’s mouth to feed him some.
“Stop it,” Joss warns, but his voice is weak and he doesn’t want him to stop at all. Nope.
Gawin knows that, of course he does. He tilts his head to the side, his tongue poking out to lick his bottom lip. “I don’t know what you mean, sir.”
Joss’s grip tightens, and he can’t be sure if he’s hurting Gawin or not, but he’s half tempted to pull Gawin on top of him, and then what? It’ll end in one way and that can’t happen. Not here.
Joss sees the way Gawin’s eyes turn from teasing to wanting. Joss sees the way Gawin’s chest rises and falls faster like he can’t catch his breath.
“You’re not paying me any attention,” Gawin huffs, “just giving you a reminder that I’m here.”
Joss raises his eyebrows comically like the man next to him has lost his marbles. “We’re supposed to be watching this-“
It happens quickly and smoothly, popcorn still in one hand and Joss’s hand still around his other wrist. Gawin straddles himself onto Joss’s lap, places the popcorn on his now vacant seat.
Joss finds his hands slipping to Gawin’s thighs, unable to stop them from sliding up and down continuously. Gawin melts into his touch, fits himself down properly and rolls his hips slowly and deliberately.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, G.” Joss breathes harshly, his hands becoming firmer as they roam around Gawin’s backside.
Gawin arches his back so Joss can grab a handful of his rear. “Just a kiss,” Gawin whimpers sweetly. “I know we can’t do anything else.”
He looks at Joss like this fact annoys him, a kiss is never enough. Joss wants to argue it, they both know it’s never been ‘just a kiss’ between them.
Joss wants though, and he’s going to take it. He sits back in his seat comfortably, thighs spreading out a little. His hands squeeze once before moving them away. “Come here.”
Gawin licks his lips, makes his move and meets Joss in the middle.
It’s not sweet or slow, it’s hungry and nothing but sweet groans and tongue. Joss wraps his arms around Gawin’s waist to pull him as close as possible, Gawin does the same back; his arms around Joss’s neck.
Joss takes Gawin’s bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth and pulls it until he’s sucking on his lip like his life depends on it.
Gawin’s hot breath washes over Joss’s face, his hips start to move and grind in small circles over Joss’s crotch.
They part for a moment, their foreheads together, their heavy breathing washing over the other. Their hips move as one, not a gap between them.
Their pleasure evident, Joss places his hand over Gawin’s groin and rubs over the bulge. “We should stop.”
Gawin pouts, takes a fist full of Joss’s hair into his hand and smashes their mouths together again. The kiss feels never ending, their lips raw and burning.
The end titles begin to start on the screen behind them, the lights begin to come back on and they know they have run out of time.
Joss opens his eyes slowly, runs his nose along Gawin’s cheek, “we will finish this later,” he promises.
Gawin can’t help the sound that leaves his mouth, his eyes still closed, his hips still rocking back and forth. He seems lost for words, instead he puts his face into Joss’s neck and nods in agreement.
Later can’t come quick enough.