Page 29 of Off the Pitch

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David

It took us twenty minutes to decide on where to go and what to see. And that was only because our movie options were limited to a reboot superhero movie, a new Pixar animation, a reboot of an old horror movie, a new horror movie, and part five of a super cheesy action movie franchise.

Pixar it was, and I wasn’t ashamed. I fucking loved animated movies. I’d cried buckets at the end ofToy Story 3,and anyone who didn’t had a heart of stone.

I told Christian this as we picked up the tickets we’d pre-booked. He’d graciously allowed me to choose because it was my idea, but he’d insisted on paying despite my arguments. It was actually very sweet.

“I’ve never seen it,” Christian said, slipping the tickets into the pocket of his jeans. Jeans that made his butt look oh-so-delicious. He was wearing them with a dark t-shirt that almost looked painted on and made me want to peel it off and lick him. Wait, no, I shouldn’t have been focusing on that. “I don’t think I’ve seen any of them.”

“What? How on earth have you not seenToy Story?”

Christian shrugged. “I don’t know. I never really watched much TV at home because I was always training. I only watched movies when I was with you.”

“I’d forgotten that,” I said, wishing I could reach out and squeeze his hand, settling instead for a small smile. Christian had often come over and stayed at my house after school or football. My mum had been strict on what I could watch, so we’d always ended up with Disney movies or Star Wars. “We must have watchedMulanat least thirty times. And then there wasA New Hope…”

“Well, it’s awesome, that’s why!” Christian smiled. “We should have a Star Wars marathon sometime.”

We’d had dinner at Christian’s beforehand, but I could still see Christian longingly eying up the snack counter with its huge displays of popcorn and sweets and ice cream, not to mention the giant slushy machine. Not being able to grab his hand and steer him, I simply joined the queue and waited for him to join me.

“What do you want?” I asked, looking at the boards instead of him. Holy crap, snacks were expensive. Next time I was getting him pic-n-mix from Wilko’s and sneaking it inside instead of paying the equivalent of a house deposit on popcorn and a Diet Coke.

“Ummmm… I shouldn’t… not really…”

“You’re a horrible actor, you know.” I laughed, glancing at him in time to see him shake his head at me.

“Says you.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” I added, pulling my wallet out of my pocket as we reached the front of the line. The woman behind the counter shot me a slightly harassed smile. “Hi, can I have a large popcorn and a Diet Coke please? And can you make the popcorn a sweet and salt mix?”

“Sure.”

Beside me, I could see Christian chewing his lip, staring at something behind the counter. I followed his gaze to the slushy machine. “Do you want pink or blue?”

“Huh?”

“A slushy. Do you want cherry or blue raspberry or a mix?”

“Umm.” Christian blushed. “A mix, please.”

“Don’t tell Kit.” I laughed as we gathered our spoils and headed for the screen. “He thinks the pink one is the best thing in the universe.”

Christian snorted. “That’s because it’s full of sugar.”

We found our seats, right in the middle of a row near the back—the perfect view. The screen was pretty empty, but that was probably because we were seeing an animated film at half past seven on a Friday night. Plus, it had already been out for several weeks, so it wasn’t the hot new release. I wasn’t going to complain, though. I preferred it when it was quiet and there weren’t kids throwing popcorn.

The giant tub of popcorn wouldn’t quite balance between us, so we settled for resting it on Christian’s lap. I’d bought it mostly for him anyway. I thought Christian might be a little jumpy at being out in public with me, but as soon as the trailers started, I could see him visibly relaxing. Mostly they were for annoying looking-kid’s movies—the ones that parents were forced to sit through—but there was also a teaser for the live-action version ofAladdin.

“We should come see that,” Christian said, leaning over to whisper in my ear. “I love the original.”

“Definitely,” I muttered, trying not to focus on the way his breath had caressed my ear or the soft tone of his voice. What would that voice sound like begging in my ear as I took him apart? My cock twitched eagerly as my brain began supplying it with a variety of delicious mental images of Christian stretched out on my bed, naked and wanting, his breath hitching as I explored his body.

I shifted in my seat, praying it wasn’t obvious that I had a hard-on in the middle of the cinema.

I tried to relax and let the film draw me in, but as wonderful as the story was, I couldn’t help but focus on Christian. Just watching his reactions gave me joy—his face stretched in a wide smile as the narrative and animation sucked him in. I’d never seen anything so beautiful.

My brain decided that this would be a wonderful moment to consider all the other expressions that Christian’s face might be capable of… ones that were considerably more adult.

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