Part 16
Paul sat with his legs crossed, trying to ignore the throbbing between his legs. He wasn’t going to give Wil the satisfaction of running off to the bathroom, so he was just trying to grin and bear it so to speak.
He reached for some popcorn, only to feel his hand brush against Wil’s once more. Paul quickly pulled his hand away, resting it back on the armrest. Wil smirked, reaching in and pulling out a kernel of popcorn, holding it out in front of Paul’s mouth.
Paul just sat and stared at it for a moment, as if deciding what he should do. Suddenly a wicked grin broke onto his face and he reached out and grabbed a hold of Wil’s wrist. Wil went to pull away but Paul had a good grasp on him and in reality Wil wasn’t really trying all that hard.
Their eyes locked for a moment before Paul pulled Wil’s hand closer to his mouth, the kernel of popcorn still between Wil’s thumb and index finger. Wil dropped the popcorn into Paul’s mouth but Paul wasn’t satisfied, sucking Wil’s index finger into his mouth as well and swirling his tongue across it. Wil let out an audible groan and when he realised he quickly pulled his hand away.
“That’s not playing fair Paul.”
Paul smiled but didn’t speak; knowing it was part of the bet. He simply flashed a grin at Wil and then turned back to the screen.
Wil held back a smile of his own and quickly turned his attention back to the screen as well. He wasn’t focusing on the movie; he hadn’t been focusing for the majority of it. He chuckled as he thought that maybe he should ask the shooshing woman behind him what the hell was going on with the storyline.
He stared at the screen anyway; hoping the sight of Drew Barrymore might help to get his mind off Paul. But of course it didn’t. The only thing that was going to make him satisfied this evening was taking Paul home and doing indescribable things to every inch of his body.
Paul sat back in his seat, playing with his drink straw. He wasn’t interested in the movie and even if he were he’d find it hard to concentrate on it at the moment. All he was doing was thinking about all those things Wil had whispered in his ear earlier. When he closed his eyes Paul could almost feel Wil’s hands and mouth on his body, making good on all those promises.
It seemed like hours had passed and both men were more than ready to leave the cinema. Wil didn’t care about the bet, Paul could have recited an entire Shakespeare play and Wil wouldn’t have cared. When the credits finally started to roll both men let out a quiet sight of relief.
Wil smiled as he leaned over and whispered softly in Paul’s ear.
“Looks like you win the bet Pauly. Ready to go back to the apartment?”
Paul was about to reply to Wil when he heard voices behind him. Both he and Wil turned around and saw that the shooshing woman was now involved in a rather loud discussion with the man next to her. Paul looked back at Wil and grinned.
“There’s something I’d like to do first.”
Wil raised an eyebrow, wondering just exactly Paul had in mind. He was going to find out pretty quickly. Paul got to his feet, pulling Wil up with him. He turned to the woman.
“Excuse me Maam?”
The woman looked up at Paul.
“Yes?”
“SHOOSH! I’m trying to watch the damn credits!”
The look on the woman’s face was absolutely priceless. She sat there in shock just staring at Paul, who had a look on his face like a naughty little schoolboy. Wil couldn’t help cracking up laughing, and the woman shot him a disgusted look as well.
“You two should be ashamed of yourselves, acting like a couple of teenagers.”
Paul’s only response was to poke his tongue out at her again, and he quickly grabbed Wil’s hand and led him out of the cinema, both of them erupting in a fit of laughter as soon as they made it outside.
When they’d recovered somewhat, Wil took a step closer to Paul, pushing him up against the nearest wall. Paul was about to protest but could only groan as he felt Wil’s hardness pressing against his thigh. Wil smiled.
“I think it’s time to go back to the apartment.”
part 17