Sam shifted in his seat and squinted at the movie and wondered whose bright idea was this, anyway? He didn't like foreign flicks, at least not the ones with subtitles. If they were dubbed, great, he'd watch them, but the subtitles made it hard to concentrate on the whole picture.
Besides which, this couple five rows behind them was making out very loudly, and it was distracting.
Sam glanced sideways at Aurelian, who was clearly enjoying the movie. Well, it was in Italian, which he knew, so he didn't have to read the subtitles. And he'd picked it.
Oh but he had a beautiful profile, and that look of joy on his face was lovely to see, and Sam had an idea. He glanced around, to either side of them and then behind (that couple had obviously come here to suck face someplace dark, not to actually watch the movie); he was glad they'd sat in the balcony. He slid down in his seat, also glad it was an art house and therefore cleaner than your average multiplex, until he was crouching on the floor with his face about level with Aurelian's knees.
He pulled on the vampire's leg and Aurelian looked down.
"What are you doing on the floor?" he hissed.
"Just move your leg, ok?" Aurelian looked puzzled, but twisted sideways, pressing his knees together and flattening his legs against his seat. Sam edged forward, pushed Aurelian's legs back out so he was kneeling between them, and grinned up at his boyfriend.
"Sam...."
"Yeah?"
"I know what you're up to."
"You do?" Sam rested his chin on the edge of Aurelian's seat and draped his arms over the vampire's thighs. It was a little harder to look up in this position, but looking up was no longer the point.
"You're going to make me miss the movie."
"I'm not gonna make you do anything." Ok, so that was a lie. "I'm just sitting on the floor." Fingers lazily began stroking Aurelian's inner thighs. "Just pretend I'm not here."
"You are an evil boy, Samuel."
"So they tell me." Sam's hands moved inward until his fingers touched across Aurelian's crotch, which he kneaded gently, and then harder. He glanced up to see Aurelian biting his lip.
"Ignore you," Aurelian repeated. "I don't think so."
Sam just grinned. He was going to be quiet, so quiet no one would know he was here. He hunkered down on the floor, pressed his face against the warm hardness under his fingers, breathed in the scent of aroused vampire.
He very carefully unbuttoned Aurelian's pants, unzipped them about halfway, stroked the skin and the trail of dark hair. Aurelian was going without underwear more and more often, wasn't he.... Not that Sam was complaining. He leaned forward, his chest against the edge of the seat, and flicked his tongue at the V of exposed skin. He thought he heard a moan, but that couldn't be possible, Aurelian was very careful about the noises he made when they had sex in reasonably public places.
Eh, who cared. If he wanted to moan he could damn well moan, no one would hear them over the couple sitting five rows back. And that movie music had gotten louder. Sam unzipped the pants the rest of the way and pushed his hands between Aurelian's butt and the back of the seat, encouraging him to slide forward. He did.
Aurelian was slouching now. Aurelian never slouched. Sam was proud of himself. Of course, Aurelian had probably never gotten a blow job in a movie theater before either.... Sam pushed the vampire's knees out a little more and leaned in again.
"Sam," Aurelian whispered.
"Mm...?"
"I'm going to get you back for this."
"You better." He grinned and pulled his hands back so he could more thoroughly play with the hardening cock and the warm, heavy balls.
He wrapped his hand around Aurelian's rising erection and pulled, slowly and strongly, until Aurelian's hips moved with him and he heard what was definitely a stifled moan. Another grin and now he bent forward and sucked on the head, teasing the slit with his tongue, pulling his lips over his teeth and sliding up and down the shaft. Aurelian's hands dug into his hair and pushed his head down, so Sam took a deep breath and swallowed as much of that hot, heavy, beautiful prick as he could.
He couldn't take it all in, which bothered him because he badly wanted to. Aurelian could swallow him whole, suck him down to the base so the head of his cock tickled the vampire's throat. But Aurelian had no gag reflex and two centuries of experience, and to be honest Sam was much better now than he had been in the beginning. Giving a blow job was like anything else, you got better with practice.
He fondled Aurelian's balls with one hand and inhaled his scent, his taste - hunger and desire and salt and something that was almost but not quite human. His fingers stroked the soft skin behind the balls while his mouth and his tongue and his teeth slid up and down, tighter and faster, Aurelian's hips and hands encouraging him.
Sam pulled his hands away, pulled his head back. He thought he heard a whimper, which was ridiculous because Aurelian didn't whimper, especially not in public. He sucked on his fingers as quietly as he could, then bent his head, pulled the quivering cock into his mouth again, and pushed one of those spit-slick fingers slowly into the vampire's ass.
Yep, that was definitely a bitten-off moan. Sam couldn't help but smile as his throat worked and his finger teased and his thumb stroked that patch of skin and his free hand pumped the base of Aurelian's cock. The vampire was humping his mouth with tiny spasms, trying not to be obvious and more or less succeeding, but Sam could tell, he could feel it on his tongue and in his throat, Aurelian was so close to coming he might just explode.
The noises above his head, barely audible under the movie, sounded to Sam like 'please, now, caro mio, let me come,' and Aurelian's hips thrust a little more, almost rising off the seat, so Sam quickened the pace, pushed his finger deeper in, stroked harder, and murmured "Come for me" against Aurelian's cock. He was rewarded with the shuddering and snapping of his lover's body, the come pulsing down his throat, the voice above him choking on his name.
He smiled around the slowly deflating cock, licking until it was soft and clean, then pulled his head back and looked up. Aurelian was staring down at him, his expression dim in the flickering light of the movie, but Sam could see the heavy-lidded eyes and knew they were black with passion, could see the smile curving those lips, could just tell what Aurelian was thinking. 'We are not even going to make it out of the theater, I am going to drag you into the men's room and fuck you against a wall for making me miss half the movie.' As if Sam would mind.
He scooted sideways, back to his own seat, and climbed into it. He watched as Aurelian put himself back together, then leaned over, took the vampire's chin in his hand, and kissed him.
"If this is what happens when I pick the movies," Aurelian said when they pulled apart, "I should pick them more often."
"You'll miss half of them every time."
"I think I can live with that."