by Tyler May
“You want to go to the movies?”
“Yes, the movies. You know the place where you watch a motion picture,” I say sarcastically.
“I know what the movies are. I just thought we could spend the night in.” He leans and begins nibbling on my ear. He knows what my pleasure points are. “Isn’t this better than some sticky movie theater?”
“Sticky? What are you talking about? There’s this movie that came out weeks ago that I’ve been looking forward to seeing. I thought it would be fun.”
“I can think of a million other things that are more fun.”
“What do you have against the movies? And don’t mention sticky, that’s just gross.” I laugh.
He checks the mail on the table behind the couch. “I have nothing against them. I just feel they’re a waste of time.”
“How so?”
“I don’t know. It’s just me.”
“Well you’re weird.”
“Thank you.” He smirks.
“Now go get something comfortable on because you’re taking me.”
“See if you want to boss me around, we should most definitely stay here.”
“We have after to do that. You change and I’ll arrange a ride with Connor.”
“Fine, but don’t think you’re going to get off easy for this new found authority,” he groans. “I’m not used to be bossed around.”
“Yeah, yeah, pout some more.” I love the way this man flirts.
He half smiles. “Just wait. I told you, I have big plans for you, Mr. Black.”
Connor drops us off a local movie theater in Manhattan. Silver lets me pick the movie, and I’m pleased to see that the one I want to see is still there. We stand in line at the concessions stand. Silver is looking around the place. I swear I can see his creative wheels spinning. “No business, Mr. Silver.”
“I’m always thinking how businesses can improve.” He scans the menu that is lit about the stand. “When did they start serving alcohol at a movie theater?”
“It has been awhile since you’ve been to one, hasn’t it? It’s the newest rage, and I plan to take full advantage.” We get to the front of the counter and the woman takes our order. Silver orders some whiskey drink and I get a signature martini that the theater offers. After ordering popcorn and some candy, Silver grabs a stack of napkins. “Are those because of the sticky comment?”
“Never know when you’ll need them.” He takes my hand as we walk into our theater. We look around and there aren’t too many people in here. I guess we’re one of the last to see the new release. We take our seat in the back. Silver is surprised to see how far theaters have come. The seats we are sitting in are leather recliners. The center arm rest even moves up so it turns into a loveseat. We munch on the popcorn and watch the previews. Silver glances at his watch more than once.
“Why are you checking your watch?”
“They said the movie started ten minutes ago.”
“They show previews for about fifteen minutes.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. They just do.”
“That’s not efficient. I think they need to restructure their business.”
I chuckle and shake my head. It’s not worth correcting him. The fact is he’s wired for business. The lights dim and the production company logo flashes on the screen. The movie starts. About thirty minutes in, we’ve finish our drinks and I place the halfeaten popcorn to the side. I pull up the arm rest and slide closer to him. His eyes are glued to the action on the screen. I can’t help but smile. He looks over to me and grins.
We’re an hour into the movie now and Silver is finally relaxed with his seat reclined. He places his hand on my knee and fidgets with the fabric of my pants. He reaches over and put his hoodie over the both of us. “Are you cold?”
“No,” he says with a mischievous grin. He goes back to rubbing my knee. Slowly his hand creeps up my thigh, rubbing and massaging. His eyes never look away from the screen as he reaches my hips and the waist of my sweats. He runs his finger around he elastic.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“Just enjoying the movie,” he says slipping his hand in the front of my pants. I straighten the hoodie making sure no one can see. I gasp quietly as my cock hardens from his touch. He wraps his hand around my cock and slowly strokes.
“Silver, what if someone sees?” There are no people around us, but there are a few rows over and in front of us. Now I know why he insisted on the back.
“Then I suggest you be quiet while you cum.” He moves quicker with his hand. I slouch in my seat providing better access. He’s casual watching the screen as he jacks me off. He shifts closer to me so he can gain more momentum. He strokes me hard. I moan under my breath, biting my lips stopping myself from screaming out in pleasure. I pant and it fuels him more.
“Fuck,” I moan, the sound barely leaving my lips for him to hear. “Keep going,” I beg. He never even makes eye contact with me. His hand slides over me like a sleeve. He rubs his thumb over my tip using the drops of pleasure as lube. He runs his thumb over my sensitive tip one more time and I slide down as my back arches. Closing my eyes, I focus on him. He strokes faster. I claw my nails into his thigh and shift my hips against his hand. “Oh, shit.” I moan almost too loudly. “Silver, I’m almost there.” He still looks to the screen, but he tightens his grip and races over my cock. My hips shift and I hold on tight to the arm rest and his thigh. “Ah, ah…” I quiver as I explode in his hand. My chest heaves heavily as he milks the last of the white cream from me. He finally looks at me, and smirks. He pulls his hand from my pants. It’s covered with cum. He takes the napkins, and wipes most of my cum off his hand. But with a look of complete fulfillment, he licks his fingers one by one. He hands me a stack of napkins to clean up and we dispose of the wet napkins into our empty cups. I curl next to him and kiss the side of his mouth. “Is that what you meant by sticky?” I joke.
He chuckles quietly. “Not exactly. But I will say, this is the best fucking movie I’ve ever seen.” We both laugh and I bury my head into his shoulder.
“Shhh,” the woman a few rows in front of us motions. He puts his arm around me and I cuddle as close as I can to him for the remainder of the movie.
We walk out of the theater. I wrapped my hoodie around my waist to cover the evidence. I’m completely aroused by Silver’s strong ability to be so nonchalant during that entire hand job. I can’t wait to get him back to his place and return the favor. I hold the door for him as he gets in the backseat. He scoots over and lets me climb in next to him. “How was the movie, guys?” Connor asks as he pulls from the curb. Silver grins.
“One of the best I’ve ever seen,” he answers.
“Oh, yeah, what was it about?” I flirt and call him out and his face shows no remorse only complete accomplishment.
“I don’t have a clue. It was more the company.” He puts his hand on my thigh.
Connor lets us off at the lobby of the building. We get into the elevator and make our way up to his penthouse. He hasn’t let my hand go since exiting the car. “Very stylish,” he says glancing at the hoodie around my waist.
“Better than explaining that my horny boyfriend gave me a hand job during an action movie.”
“We had to make our action. The movie was a dismal production, but I’m glad we went. I had a great time. The first of many fun and exciting events planned for this weekend.”
“Oh, shit. I should have had Connor stop at my place so I could pack a bag.”
“We can get up early and go. We’ll just leave from your place.”
“Sounds perfect.”
He unlocks his door and flips on the lights as we enter. We’re not even in the room for two seconds when I push him flat against the door and attack his mouth. My tongue licks his lips and then down to his neck. I lock the door as I taste his salty skin. I pull up his shirt and toss it to the floor. I kiss down his chest. Just as I was to his waist, his phone rings and vibrates from his pocket
. I gaze up at him. He knocks his head on the door and then licks his lips. The phone stops and I thought we were in the clear but as I continue the phone starts again. “See who it is. They’re not going to stop. Did I mention that I hate your phone?”
“I’m beginning to feel the same way.” He takes the phone from his pocket and looks at the screen. “Shit, it’s Stephon. He never calls unless it’s an emergency.”
“Then answer it, but don’t expect me to stop.”
“What?” he says and then answers the call. “Hello.” I pull down his pants just far enough to let his hardened cock bounce out. He glares down at me and continues to talk to Stephon. I drop fully to my knees. Placing one hand on his abdomen and one on his leg, I tease his seeping tip with my tongue. The tang of his arousal making my mouth water for more, and I trace his tip with my tongue before taking him slowly in my mouth. He pants and goes weak against the door. Yet, he keeps talking. I slide my lips over his cock, swirling my tongue along his shaft. He grips my hair and pulls me off him. Our eyes lock. His darkened stare is proof he wants more. I lift his hand from my hair and bite my lip. “You’re evil,” he says to me. “No not you, Stephon. I was talking to someone else.”
“I guess you better be quiet then.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I use his words against him. I lick my lips and go back to his cock. He groans away from the phone. This time I brace myself by hanging on to both his hips. He glides in and out of my mouth. My tongue teases his tip once more and then I move swiftly over him. He pushes deep in my mouth and I welcome the invasion. As I let his cock slip tightly in and out of my lips, I take his heavy balls him in my hand and roll them in an erotic massage.
“Ah,” he couldn’t hold it back. “Ok, Stephon, I’m right in the middle of more important things than this conversation and I’m afraid if I stay on this phone you will hear things you shouldn’t. Talk to Pierce. I spoke to him earlier. No, I have to go. I’m taking the weekend off starting now.” He hangs up the phone and throws it to the couch. I pick up my pace, harder and faster I draw on his cock. He grips a fist full of my hair with both his hands. He guides me over him at the pace he craves. “Ah, keep going, baby, just like that.” He pumps in my mouth. His balls draw up and his entire body tenses as he explodes his delicious release down my throat. I swallow and suck him down until every last drop is mine. He huffs and puffs through his orgasm.
I stand to face him. “No napkins required.”
He laughs and then grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a heated and rewarding kiss. He releases our kiss and rests his forehead on mine. “I can’t wait to spend the next couple of days spoiling you.”
“I just can’t wait to spend it with you without your phone.”
“No phone calls. I promise. Let’s go to bed. We have a long day tomorrow.”
~Chapter Thirty~
Saturday morning we’re up early, very early… too early. Silver is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and I’m a slow sloth of tiredness. Now’s probably the time to mention, I’m not a morning person, but I will say that having someone like Silver is making my transition a bit easier. After stopping by my place to pack a bag and let Levi know what’s going on, we’re off to a special weekend.
“Connor, you have the address and all the information in case of an emergency, correct?” Silver asks as we get into the car.
“Of course, Brian. Just enjoy your weekend. I’ve given the information to Mr. Martinez as well. All the basics are covered.”
“Always so efficient, Connor.” Silver pats his shoulder. He exhales. He looks over to me. My head is resting on the back of the headrest of the backseat. He combs my hair off my forehead. “Did something keep you up all night?”
“Yeah, a demanding boyfriend who can’t get enough.” I laugh.
“That’s because you’re addictive and I’m an addict when it comes to you.”
“And you’re also so corny,” I say through a laugh. “Did you just think of that?”
“I’ve warned you that I’m a horrible flirt.”
“You’re sweet, Silver. Can we pull through a drive-thru? I need coffee.” I watch the scenery flash by us as we drive.
“They have a coffeepot at the terminal at the airport.”
“Airport?” I turn my knees to face Silver. “We’re going on a plane?”
“Yes, we’re going on that plane.” He points to the single-engine jet on a private runway.
“I… I… Thought you said you don’t have a private plane?”
“I don’t. The plane belongs to my father, but we use it for small trips.”
“Oh, good. Good. It’s all good. Yup, we’re going on a plane. Ok,” I ramble.
He tilts his head. “Greyson, are you scared?”
“No… Uh… Why would I be scared. It’s all good. Good. We’re good.”
He laughs. “It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself that we’re going to be safe.”
“Oh my God are we not going to be safe?” I swear I must be sweating beyond measure right now.
“Yes, we’re perfectly safe. The pilot is the best. Greyson, have you ever been on a plane?”
“Never.” I stare nervously at the deathtrap of my fears.
“Wow.” He laughs. “Are you scared, baby?”
“No. I mean there’s nothing to be scared of. It’s not like thousands of crashes happen in single-engine planes or anything. We’re good. Good. It’s all good.”
“Good,” he mocks. “And I think you’re being a little overly dramatic about crashes. I’m sure they’re in the hundreds and not thousands.”
“Fuck.”
He cracks up. “Greyson, I’m joking.” He grabs my hand that is shaking. “Oh, man, you are scared.”
“I’ve never been on a plane.”
“I know we’ve already acknowledged that. You’ve never flown commercial?” I shake my head. “Wow, ok.”
“I’m not going to lie. Flying was the reason I didn’t go to LA with you that one time. It scares the shit out of me,” I say just as Connor opens our door. “We can’t drive?”
“We could, but it would take way too long. I want every minute to be spent with you on your birthday. Happy birthday, Greyson.” The pilot opens the door to the plane and dozens of balloons barrel to the sky.
“Oh,” I murmur. “Silver, this is all so nice.”
“If you’re scared, we don’t have to go. I’ll get a hotel room around here or something. I just wanted this to be special, not to scare the life out of you on your birthday of all days.”
I nervously rub the back of my neck. “No, Silver. You have this all planned and I just have to conquer my fear. That’s…that’s…yup. That’s what I’ll do.” My words come out of in a stutter. “If I would have known we were going to fly, I would have smoked a joint before.”
“What?”
“Don’t lecture me on pot smoking right now.”
“Ok,” he says and a small laugh rolls off his lips. He wraps his arms around me from behind. “Do you want me to call Levi and have Connor pick one up for you?”
“You must really know I’m scared if you’re offering to do that. No. Alcohol. Alcohol works the same. Do we have that?”
“Yes, I have some in the cabin of the plane. Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I say still staring at the plane. “You went to all this trouble. I can do this. For you, I can do this.” He presses his lips to the back of my head and kisses me. “Ok, so let’s get this over with.”
Silver takes my hand and leads me, ok pulls me, up the stairs into the cabin of the jet. The inside is small, but still roomy. It’s very elegant, and it must have cost a pretty penny. “Here you take the window seat.”
“No… no… Are you fucking kidding?”
“Ok,” he says putting his hand up to calm me and then chuckles. “You’re going to love it.”
“Yeah, after the alcohol. I need that. Where is it?” I nervously sit in seat. The cabin contains eight seats, one on either side
of the aisle, four rows deep. Silver waves to the flight attendant. She brings over a bottle of tequila and a shot glass. She pours and then hands me the shot. I slam it and I could and opt for another.
“Easy killer, that’s expensive and very strong. Two shots will be more than enough. I want you alert.”
I slam the other shot and thank the lady. The pilot makes an announcement the safety check has been completed and we’re free for takeoff. My heart sinks into my stomach. Silver reaches around me and fastens my safety belt. I look at him and he smiles. He then buckles himself into his window seat. I’m gripping the arm rests so tightly that my knuckles are completely white. I’m sure they match my face. The plane was already started, and after the woman checks the doors one last time. She takes her seat and buckles in. “It’s crystal-blue sky and perfect conditions for a smooth safe flight. Good morning and welcome aboard, Mr. Silver and Mr. Black,” the pilot announces as he pulls onto the runway.
“He said ‘safe flight’. Ok. I can do this. I’m doing this,” I ramble. Silver laughs. “Don’t laugh at me. It’s a legitimate fear.”
“I know. I know. You’re just so damn cute when you’re scared.”
“Well, good I’m glad you see it that way because get ready for the cuteness to bounce off the walls.” Silver chuckles and then places his hand on mine. He tries to pry it off the armrest, but that sucker is there. Then we ascend into the air. I have to remind myself to breath. I close my eyes. Silver insists that I watch. I peek one eyelid open just enough to see the clouds. We’re higher than the clouds…holy shit, this amazing. Once we’ve leveled off, I can feel the tension in my hands relax and I lift them from the armrests. I exhale.
“See the fear is mostly in your head. It’s beautiful isn’t it?”
“You’re not even looking out the window.”
“I know.” He cups my cheek and then kisses me deeply. “You want to switch seats now so you can see the view?”
“You mean remove my seatbelt? Hell no. Baby steps, Silver.”
“I guess the mile high club is out of the question.” He laughs.
“I don’t know. It may be the tequila, but the flight attendant is looking mighty fine. She may be able to assist you.”