Twenty-One
Jerry
T he movie theater was all but empty at this time of the morning, even though it was a weekend. I imagined the ones showing kids' movies were fuller, but here with the not-quite-new action thriller, there were only a few people scattered around the big room, none of them close enough to overhear us. Which was good, because Eshim was acting like this was his first time in a movie theater.
Which, I suddenly realized, it probably was. Should I have found something more popular so he could get the full experience?
"I love this!" he whispered in my ear, and since the big screen was still showing the pre-movie adverts, I rolled my eyes and chuckled.
"The movie hasn't even started yet."
"Yeah, but I get to sit close to you in a dark room, and none of the humans are near enough to catch me doing this," he said, then ran the tip of his nose down the side of my neck before following it up with his lips.
I shivered, then smacked his thigh. "Behave."
"Why? I thought a dark theater would be the optimal place to do this," he practically whined, and I blinked, then glanced over at him.
"Are you saying you wanted to come to the theater just so we could make out in the dark?"
The light from the movie screen was enough for me to see the sheepish look on his face, and I couldn't help smiling. Damn. Would I always find everything he did so fucking adorable?
Shaking my head, I rested it against his shoulder, and he adjusted me so he could wrap his arm around my shoulders instead, tucking my head against his.
As the movie started, we focused on it for a while, but before long, my attention was drawn back to the man I was pressed up against. He was warm and all muscles, and I watched my hand fall to his thigh and slowly caress up and down with no input from my brain.
Eshim's thigh flexed under my touch, and I dug my fingers in more firmly, making him grunt.
"I thought you wanted to watch the movie," he murmured into my ear, making me shiver, and I shrugged.
"It's not as interesting as you," I said, and he shot me a grin before his hand dropped straight to my crotch.
I hissed, gritting my teeth to stop myself from groaning as Eshim massaged the bulge in my pants, his eyes still fully on the movie screen.
When he'd laid out his plan for the day, I hadn't expected this, but I had to admit this was so much more fun.
Not that spending time with Eshim watching a movie wouldn't have been, but everything was just so much better when I had his hands on me.
I loved touching and being touched. Kat liked to say it was my love language, and she might be right. It wasn't just about sex either, though it was a big part of it. Hugs, kisses, cuddles...they were all ways for me to feel closer to someone I cared about.
I would've been content sitting with Eshim, his arms around me, and watching the movie, but I wouldn't say no to having his hands on other parts of me.
Sucking in a breath, I bit my lower lip as Eshim's fingers slid under the waistband of my pants, his eyes still on the screen. Somehow, not having his eyes on me just made his touch feel more intense, as if all of his attention was focused on me through that single touch.
I couldn't hold back a gasp when his palm wrapped around my length, and I quickly glanced around us, but no one had heard me. Phew.
Over the next however many minutes, Eshim teased me like he planned to take his time, running his hand up and down my length in frustratingly light strokes, and I kept biting back all the sounds that wanted to rush out of me.
Eshim's grip tightened around me, and I whined with relief.
"Shhh, they'll hear you," Eshim murmured in my ear, and I turned my head to glare at him. He merely smirked back at me, then started moving his fist with purpose.
As if he'd somehow timed it, the lights flicked on as I came, but I was already there and I couldn't stop myself as my vision went white and my cum spilled into his hand and my underwear, my breaths coming out in short gasps as I clutched at the armrest on one side and his thigh on the other.
"It's okay. They don't see you," he murmured before panic could engulf me at the definitely very illegal thing we just did.
I blinked my eyes open blearily, and as they focused, I realized he was right. People walked past us in the rows in front without giving us a second glance, as if I wasn't spread out in my chair with Eshim's hand in my pants.
"Demon magic?"
"Best way to use it, in my opinion," he said with a chuckle as he pulled his hand out of my pants, and when the cum and wetness simply disappeared from my underwear, I had to agree.
I watched as he licked my cum off his fingers, the people around us still completely oblivious, and my eyes trailed down to his groin and the very prominent bulge there.
"Want me to take care of you?" I asked, giving his erection a nod.
"Always, but we have plans. Later?"
Chuckling, I gave him a nod, and he used some magic to clean up his hand before reaching over to adjust my clothes. Then he got to his feet and offered me his hand.
As we walked out of the theater, I glanced up at him. "I have no idea what we just 'watched.' I can't remember anything. Was it even in English?"
Eshim gave a warm laugh, his eyes twinkling as he glanced over at me. "Yes, it was English. It was about an ex-CIA agent, I believe."
"Yeah? What were they up to?"
Eshim frowned thoughtfully, then shrugged. "I have no idea."
Laughing, I linked my elbow with his, making his grin widen. "Come on—let's grab some lunch. Then, I want to take you somewhere fun."
Eshim
"This is fascinating," I said as I glanced around the place, in awe of all the things humans created to have fun, to experience the world in their own ways.
They saw mountains and created a sport called mountain climbing. They saw forests and created hiking. They saw frozen lakes and created shoes with blades to 'walk' on them.
"Have you ever done this before?" I asked, and Jerry smiled up at me.
"Archer, Kat, and I used to go to a rink every weekend when we were kids. It was a monthly membership place, and they both chipped in to get me one," he said with a fond smile.
Every time he talked about his childhood, I was so grateful he'd met Kat and Archer. And that he'd never lost contact with them.
When I was first getting to know Jerry, I might've felt a little jealous of them, especially Kat, but now that Jerry and I were closer, I was simply glad he had them in his life.
"That sounds fun," I said as I glanced around, then used magic to make sure the skates were strapped correctly on my feet. "Okay, I'm ready."
Smiling, Jerry offered me his hand, and I took it, getting to my feet. Walking was a little clumsy, but I was confident it would be easier once I was on the ice. I could see the humans moving around on the rink fluidly, and I thought it would feel great to move like that.
"Okay, be careful as you step onto the ice."
"I will, Jerry. Don't worry," I said as I dropped his hand and walked right onto the ice, only for my legs to slide out from under me and send me crashing. My face slammed right into the hard ice, and if it weren't for the fact that I was a demon—and therefore couldn't be hurt by anything other than dark magic—I would've broken my nose.
"Eshim!" Jerry reached for me, and I let him turn me to my back.
"Oops," I said, making him chuckle, then slowly got to my feet with his help.
"How about you don't drop my hand just yet?" he suggested, and I agreed without arguing.
Smiling, he linked our fingers, then told me to copy him as he slowly started moving forward. He explained what he was doing as he moved, and I copied him perfectly. While I stumbled a few times, I quickly got the hang of it, though I was nowhere as smooth as Jerry, which made sense. I might have been able to learn things easily, but some skills could only be earned from constant practice, which Jerry had years of, even if he hadn't been to the rink recently. It was just like riding a motorcycle, I imagined.
We skated around for quite some time, and Jerry even twirled me around on the ice, utterly delighted when he realized I couldn't get dizzy. Of course, he ended up making himself dizzy trying to see how much he could twirl me, and I had to hold him steady as his brain recalibrated.
At lunch earlier, we'd talked about every random topic under the sun, including why I thought crocodiles should be called alligators and alligators should be called crocodiles—because alligators had a rounded snout like a C while crocodiles had a pointed snout like an A—and he chipped in his two dimes by saying turtles and tortoises should have more distinct names because it was easy to confuse them, which I completely agreed with. We'd had a filling meal with our conversation, so the physical exertion as we skated was very much welcome. Not that I had to worry about human things like digestion for myself, but I did worry for Jerry's sake. He didn't know it yet, but I'd slowly started reducing the amount of sugar he took with his coffee, only reducing it a few particles every few days so he couldn't taste the difference.
Even though we'd still be together after, I planned to make sure Jerry got to live in the human realm for a long time.
When Jerry declared he needed a break, we moved off the rink and bought some hot chocolate to sip at as we leaned against the railing and watched people skate. There were more kids at this time of the evening, and a few teenagers skating alone or in groups. I imagined smaller versions of Jerry, Archer, and Kat chasing each other across the ice, and the thought made me smile.
"Are you having fun?" Jerry asked, nudging his elbow against mine, and I glanced over at him with a smile. I rarely wasn't smiling when I was around Jerry, and even that was only when I was sleeping or seconds from coming.
"I always have fun when I'm with you," I said honestly, making him snort. "What? I mean it."
"Even when we're at work?"
"Even then," I agreed honestly, and he watched me, his green eyes practically sparkling with all the light reflecting off the ice.
"I..." he murmured, and I held my breath, unsure what he was about to say. It couldn't be that , could it?
"I think I wanna go for another round," he said, nodding toward the rink, and I tried not to feel disappointed. Instead, I took his empty cup and threw both in the trash, then offered him my hand.
He smiled as he took it, and I grinned back at him as he led me onto the rink.
We stayed there for another hour, then got dinner at a fancy Italian place with candles on our table and held hands the whole time.
When we got to Jerry's place, he invited me to stay the night again, and I realized I didn't need him to say those three words at all. Because that wasn't how Jerry expressed his love and care anyway. He did it through his actions, through touch.
And the way he touched me that night? It told me everything I'd wanted to know.