Fic: Treasure Island (Megaranger, Kenta/Kouichirou, 1/1, NC-17)
Kouichirou fidgeted. "Kenta, are you sure this is Treasure Island?"
"SHHHH."
Kenta waved at the people on Kouichirou's far side, who seemed intent on watching the stupid ads before the movie. "Sorry! Kou-chan, keep your voice down," he hissed. "Yes, this'll totally help you with your studies, okay? Robinson Crusoe's totally in this and it'll help you write your essays or do your little dioramas or whatever it is you have to do." He settled back against his red cushy seat and popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth, grinning at Kouichirou.
Kouichirou groaned, reconsidering the whole idea of letting Kenta buy the tickets (with Kouichirou's money) so he could get here as late as possible and still keep Kenta happy because they hadn't been on a date for weeks. What *were* they seeing? "Robinson Crusoe isn't in Treasure Island. Jim Hawkins? Long John Silver?" The lights went down, the movie started up, and Kouichirou felt his mouth drop open. "...Kermit the Frog?"
Kenta grinned. "Yeah, well it wouldn't be Muppet Treasure Island without Kermit," he whispered. "C'mon, relax, this'll be fun AND you'll learn stuff."
Sighing, Kouichirou did as he was told. He didn't have any choice. There weren't that many people in this movie theatre, but if he got up and stalked out he'd disturb them all. He absently took a handful of popcorn and put it in his mouth, then nearly spat it out.
...
Popcorn. Greasy, salty, with no nutritional content that he could discern whatsoever. This was no good for him and wouldn't help him study! Just like watching this stupid movie, with Sam the Eagle playing Samuel Arrow of all things -- and while there was merit in the filmmakers' interesting choice of Miss Piggy as 'Benjamina' Gunn, Fozzie Bear's interpretation of Trelawney was muddled at best.
He pffted at the screen, then pffted again, feeling himself start to panic. He had actual work to do at home. If he'd known this would be of no assistance to him academically, he could've stayed at home and reworked those example essay questions. Or finished memorising chapter three of the book. Or he could've --
Kenta's hand closed around his. He breathed out.
Kenta was still staring at the screen, but his thumb traced warm patterns on the back of Kouichirou's fingers. Yeah, it was okay. He could do this. It was only an hour and a half. He'd be back home before six. Everything was fine. He definitely didn't want to disturb the other patrons.
The hand vanished. Oh, Kenta was slurping (surprisingly quietly) on his soda. Fine. There was a nudge against his wrist, and Kouichirou obediently lifted his elbow off the armrest. Kenta lifted it up, and shifted closer, with his usual monkey grin. Smiling, Kouichirou slipped an arm around his shoulders, and felt Kenta relax into him.
Kenta reached up and touched his lips -- what? Oh, he had more popcorn. Kouichirou opened his mouth. Kenta poked the popcorn inside, just as Miss Piggy said something odd and flounced away. Kouichirou chewed and swallowed. Still yucky, but it wasn't as bad the second time, for some reason. Kenta traced the outline of his lips, making him smile, then Kenta's hand went back down.
...to Kouichirou's thigh. Oh, now this was interesting. Very interesting. And enormously embarrassing. He put his free hand over Kenta's. "What are you doing?" he whispered.
"SHHHH," Kenta responded, simultaneously with the people at the other end of the row. Kouichirou flashed them a pained, apologetic look, but they couldn't really see, at least. That was good. He had excellent vision and he couldn't see *them* distinctly. So as long as Kenta didn't do anything really embarrassing he would --
He felt himself twitch. Dammit, Kenta! He grabbed Kenta's hand, and shook his head meaningfully at him. Kenta turned to meet his eyes, his lips curved in a grin, and Kouichirou saw him mouth, 'relax'. Kouichirou couldn't move his hand. Dammit, why did Kenta have to be so strong? He could manage if he really tried, of course he would, but then they'd be having a knock down drag out fight in the middle of this highly foolish movie, and the other people would call the attendants, and get them thrown out, and he'd have to EXPLAIN to official people just what they'd been doing.
Oh, God.
Kenta tugged at him, turning him around a little so he wasn't as visible from the other side. A finger traced the outline of his cock. Kouichirou stuffed his free hand into his mouth and inhaled sharply through his nose, then Kenta unzipped him.
Ohhhhh, no.
Ohhhhh, *yes*.
He palmed Kouichirou through his underwear, shockingly intimate, and Kouichirou felt his hips lift. His hand dropped from his mouth, and he moaned. There was another loud "SHHHHH" from the other end of the row. That wasn't good. Kenta'd have to stop, surely.
Kenta's left hand clamped over his mouth. And nose, at first, but Kouichirou started to thrash so Kenta moved his hand down. Kouichirou knew he should do something, should try again to shove Kenta away, or should at least try to take something useful from this stupid movie, should be worrying about his exams -- but all he could do was watch Kenta lick his right hand and smirk at him. All he could focus on was right here, right now.
He closed his eyes, felt fumbling at the waistband of his underwear, and then his cock was enclosed by slick warmth. With Kenta's hand pushing his head back against the seat, weak from the rush of blood to his groin, he didn't have any energy or inclination to do anything but thrust.
Things heated up on screen; lights blasted against his closed eyelids and he heard some kind of sound, probably a battle or something. Kenta took advantage of the extra noise and *shifted*. His mouth closed around Kouichirou's cock. Kouichirou stiffened as he exploded helplessly into Kenta.
Kenta straightened, cleaned them both up casually, and leaned back against Kouichirou's arm again. As if nothing had happened.
Huh.
Kouichirou was still worried about his schoolwork. Of course he was. But he did feel more relaxed. Kenta had his own idiot logic at times. He was also extremely deft.
And to think Kouichirou'd thought that 'going to a movie' would be the most scandalous, stupid thing he'd do that day. He brushed his lips against Kenta's hair, and whispered, "Uh, thank you."
"SHHHHH!"