Chapter 2
ADAM
Adam scanned the packed movie theater, looking at each couple snuggled in their bed, ignoring the ads flickering across the screen. He homed in on the oldest couple in the place, tucked away in the shadowy corner of the theater.
“Come with me,” he said, snatching Noah’s wrist and dragging him along.
Noah frowned, trying to dig his heels in to slow their march towards his target, but he was no match for Adam’s determined stride. “What are we doing?” Adam ignored Noah’s cry. “Adam! What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, just strode to the bed, only stopping when he loomed over the couple. It was a man and a woman, both looking to be in their forties, each with a drink in hand and a huge bucket of popcorn between them.
Noah yanked frantically on Adam’s sleeve, hissing, “What are you doing? People are staring.”
The couple cowered as they stared up at them in confusion. Normally, Adam would welcome the added intimidation factor, but, in this particular case, it didn’t work to his advantage. Instead, he crouched down beside the woman and gave her his most charming smile.
She smiled back almost as if she couldn’t help herself, much to the chagrin of her husband.
“I’m really sorry to bother you guys,” Adam said, doing his best to look embarrassed. “But it’s our anniversary tonight and I was wondering if you’d be willing to swap beds with us? Ours is that one right in the middle there. We’d be really grateful.”
“Oh, my God,” Noah groaned behind him.
The couple exchanged glances. “Uh, well…we reserved this one in advance for a reason. It’s our anniversary as well.” The man said, still seeming baffled as to how they’d gotten sucked into this conversation. “So, I’m sorry but I don’t think so.”
Noah tugged hard on Adam’s shirt collar, but he ignored him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a huge wad of cash. The one Noah had begged him to stop carrying no less than a thousand times. The couple's eyes went wide at the bundled up bills, following it like Adam was a snake charmer.
“I’ll give you five hundred bucks for it,” he said…waving the money.
“What?” the man said even though it was clear he’d heard him perfectly fine.
“Adam, please. It’s not that big a deal,” Noah pleaded.
“Six hundred?” Adam asked, fanning the ends of the money.
“Um, I, well…Honey? What do you think?” the man asked.
Adam took the woman’s hand, opening it up and placing the money—a thousand dollars, at least—into her open palm. “I’d really, really appreciate it,” he crooned, grinning with probably too many teeth to seem harmless.
“We’ll take it,” she said, closing her fist around the money like she worried he might snatch it away. “Have a great night.” She slid off the bed, snagging her purse and her drink. When she noticed her husband wasn’t beside her, she snapped her fingers. “Stop gawking, Kevin.”
Kevin seemed to snap out of his trance with a small shake of his head, gathering the rest of their stuff.
He snickered as he heard her exclaim, “We can pay off the credit card with this. Before Christmas. We should play the lottery.”
Adam fluffed the pillows, then made a sweeping gesture for Noah to get in first, knowing he preferred to be closest to the wall. He huffed through his nose, but climbed in, waiting for Adam to follow, then snuggling into him, his head resting on Adam’s shoulder.
“You’re ridiculous,” he murmured, but there was no heat to it.
“Hey, we just made their whole holiday and I get you in the bed we wanted.”
Noah rolled his eyes. “I could have just…rewarded you…when we got home.”
“Hell, no,” Adam said, pushing his fingers up into Noah’s hair. “You’re going to give me my reward, right here.”
Adam lifted Noah’s hand, taking his fingers into his mouth, licking the salt and butter from his skin, then sucking them just to watch his husband’s jaw go slack.
“At least wait until the lights are out,” he whispered.
Adam ignored him, licking his palm then slipping it under the blanket, forcing Noah’s hand to settle over the slight bulge in his sweatpants. When he tried to move his hand away, Adam let blunt nails dig into his skin until Noah whined.
“Behave,” Adam warned. Noah squirmed closer, palming him through the fabric. “That’s better.”
Adam’s fingers tangled in the hair at the base of Noah’s skull, gripping it tight so he could force his gaze upwards. He dipped his head, sweeping his tongue along the seam of Noah’s lips, then released him like it was nothing, smiling at his husband’s frustrated whine.
Adam could already feel his half-hard cock against his leg.
When the lights dimmed and the previews started to play, Noah’s hand slipped into Adam’s pants, wrapping his fist around him and working him slowly.
Adam bit back a groan, rolling his hips up into his tightened grip just to feel the zaps of pleasure that danced along his spine with each lazy stroke.
Noah kept his eyes glued to the screen, removing his hand.
Before Adam could chastise him, Noah’s thumb and forefinger began to stroke just the head of his cock.
Adam bit his bottom lip, looking down at Noah, but his eyes were on the screen.
Adam swore under his breath, trying to push Noah into returning his hand where it belonged.
He ignored him, stroking just the tip with a maddeningly slow pace, stopping only to circle the sensitive flesh with his thumb, digging his nail into the slit.
This went on for the length of the credits, the sensation as blissful as it was infuriating.
If they were at home, Adam would have forced him to his knees and made him choke on his cock, would have slapped his face until his cheeks were pink then made him cry until he came down his throat.
But they were in public and Noah knew not even Adam dared to act out in a crowded theater.
Not if he didn’t want the wrath of his father falling on him like a ten story building.
The worst part was, Adam was leaking, beads of precum weeping from his tip and dripping down his shaft.
As the movie began, Noah took that wetness and used it to ease the glide of his fingertips, letting his thumb trace the vein along the underside of his cock.
Adam was breathing heavy, his stomach rising and falling as he tried to rub himself against Noah’s palms, tightening his belly to get even the slightest bit of release.
Only when the theater was thoroughly engrossed in the movie, did Noah do more than tease him. He kissed the skin over his collarbone, then licked it, moving to bite at his chin.
“I thought you were going to behave,” Adam breathed, biting back a groan when Noah wrapped his hand around him and squeezed.
“I made no such promise,” Noah murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “I only said I would reward you for my new house.”
“This feels more like a punishment,” Adam growled.
A loud ‘shh’ came from someone at the front of the theater and Noah’s hand stopped altogether. He shifted so he could press his lips to Adam’s ear. “If you can’t keep quiet, I’m going to stop. You need to learn to be patient.”
Once more Adam’s fingers snagged in Noah’s hair, yanking him back to meet his gaze. “Are you sure this is how you want to play this?” he asked in a hissing whisper.
“Mm, I’m going to play it just like this,” Noah taunted.
“Fine,” Adam whispered. “Just know you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Cause you’re going to spank me or fuck me?” Noah countered, tonguing Adam’s ear in a way that made goosebumps erupt along his skin.
“Both, you little fucking tease.” Noah grinned, removing his hand entirely, returning to watch the movie. Adam stared at him, mouth gaping. “What are you doing?”
Noah gave him his most innocent look. “Watching the movie. Isn’t that why we’re here.”
“You’re so pushing your luck. If you think I won’t drag you out of here and fuck you in a bathroom stall or bent over the hood of my car, you’ve clearly forgotten who your married to.”
Noah gave him another grin. “If you think that’s a threat, then you’ve clearly forgotten who you’re married to,” he countered.
Adam huffed out a frustrated breath through his nose, glowering at the top of Noah’s head while his husband ate half a bucket of popcorn. He was soft again, when he set the bucket aside, his hand once more snaking beneath the blanket and beneath his sweatpants to grip him tight.
Noah didn’t tease this time, just jerked him in his tightened fist with the same efficiency Adam used to get himself off in the shower when he was horny and Noah left for work early.
He bit back a groan that was half pleasure, half pain, wanting to ask what he thought he was doing, but too caught up in the heat gathering in his belly.
Adam gripped Noah’s hair tightly, trying to warn him that he was going too fast, that he was going to make him come too quickly. But before he could, he once more stopped, his hand sliding out of his sweats once more, going back to his popcorn like nothing happened.
Adam’s cock throbbed, twitching against the rough fabric of his pants. He gawked at the top of Noah’s head. He was going to kill him. Was he…edging him? Noah didn’t edge Adam, he edged Noah. He used Noah. He put him where he wanted him and he stayed like the obedient little whore he was.
Adam’s nostrils flared, his agitation growing.
He had half a mind to just finish the task himself.
He was about to tell Noah just that when he sat up, giving the others a cursory glance before he disappeared under the blanket.
Adam blinked down at what was clearly Noah’s head, sucking in a sharp breath as his husband yanked down the fabric of his sweatpants, dragging them to mid-thigh.