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Atsushi glances around the cinema hall, taking in the high ceiling, the massive screen and the dimmed lights. There is faint chattering of the few people that are attending the play. There aren’t many people, in fact their row is completely empty and there are only some other visitors a few rows in front and behind them. Stealthily he glances at Akutagawa who is seated next to him, leaning back in the soft red chair, making a rather relaxed impression for his standards. Just like Atsushi, he is looking among the room, assessing the situation around them.
When their gazes meet, Atsushi looks away quickly, sinking deeper into the collar of his jacket.
“Aren’t you hot?” Akutagawa asks.
Atsushi turns to him again. He is met with the glare the other seems to have on his face no matter the mood. He lets his eyes travel over all of Akutagawa, furrowing his brows at the sight.
“You’re wearing yours too.”
The tension between the detective’s brows intensifies for the blink of a second, then he shakes his head faintly.
“My ability.”
“Oh.” Atsushi blinks, realizing that he said something without thinking much. Of course Akutagawa needs the jacket for his ability, Atsushi on the other hand…
Slowly, he raises his hand to his collar, tugging on it to reveal the zipper. With controlled moves he lets it slide open, the hiss of the zipper echoing extremely loud in the silence that Akutagawa exudes.
Standing up, he slips out of the long coat, placing it onto the empty seat next to him before settling down in his seat again. For a moment, Atsushi stares at his feet, unsure of what to do next. His fingers come up to the spiked collar around his neck, brushing over it to make sure it sits in place as it is intended.
“That’s better,” Akutagawa mumbles.
Atsushi turns his head again, but the other’s gaze is turned to the screen ahead of them already.
As if on cue, the cinema lights begin to dim more and more, eventually shutting off completely, and Atsushi realizes that this must mean it’s time for him to see his very first movie at a cinema.
In his head, he recites the three rules Akutagawa told him before Atsushi gave him the ticket at the cafe the other day.
He made sure to turn his phone off before he entered the building, just to be certain that it would definitely not ring during the performance. Discreetly, he moves his feet, making sure they are in a comfortable position on the ground so he won’t end up kicking the seats in front of him. Not that anyone is sitting there, but Atsushi doesn’t want to make a bad impression at his first cinema visit.
The last rule is probably the easiest to follow. Akutagawa isn’t the most talkative person to be around, and Atsushi isn’t either. So staying quiet in the cinema shouldn’t really become an issue for either of them. And apart from them there is no one closeby that he could talk to.
If he’d be here with Chuuya, he’d probably have to hit his friend over the head for commenting on scenes in the movie, or huffing out a laugh. But with Akutagawa, the same Akutagawa he barely knows, he should be fine sitting in silence.
The ads begin to play, displaying upcoming movies that could be interesting, and Atsushi makes sure to remember some of them. Maybe, if this cinema visit goes well, he can come back sometime. He glances at Akutagawa next to him once more. The man looks so serious, immersed in the images flickering over the screen. Maybe Atsushi can return with him sometime?
The movie isn’t especially interesting. There are scenes that make Atsushi smile, especially the scene where one of the characters gets really drunk because another one keeps on filling his cup and ends up sleeping in the field during the joint picnic.
Mesmerized with the scene of the characters being aged down to their preschool self, Atsushi startles when he feels the hand of the person next to him on his leg.
Shyly, he glances at Akutagawa, unsure of what to do.
‘What is it?’ he mouths, but Akutagawa simply shakes his head faintly.
Atsushi decides to not let himself get too bothered by the hand on his leg. Maybe it’s Akutagawa’s way of finding comfort. He mentioned something about having a similar upbringing to Atsushi, maybe the scene of the characters in kindergarten makes him emotional or even brings up bad memories.
Slowly, the hand begins to move, tracing over Atsushi’s thigh. The movement leaves a tingle behind on Atsushi’s skin, leaving heat rushing through his entire body. He knows this feeling from times when he is alone, with only himself and his thoughts. It doesn’t seem like a cinema appropriate feeling.
Atsushi squeezes his eyes shut, biting down on his lip to keep himself from physically reacting to it too much. But all his mind does is focus more on the feeling of a slow finger trailing over his thigh.
“Akutagawa,” Atsushi whispers.
“Shh…”
Atsushi grits his teeth, remembering that he shouldn’t speak in the cinema. He doesn’t want to get in trouble for breaking a rule, and Akutagawa was very adamant about that last rule, coming up all close when telling him about it.
The hand continues to trail over Atsushi’s clothed leg and he is definitely hard by now. He just hopes Akutagawa won’t notice. It would be absolutely mortifying for Atsushi to have the other notice his arousal just from a hand rubbing over his leg in such idle fashion. That would definitely be embarrassing and make whatever sympathy was growing between them fade immediately.
The movie is long forgotten, Atsushi’s focus solely on the sensation of the hand on his leg and the need to make his cock go limp again, no matter what. When Akutagawa’s knuckles brush over Atsushi’s crotch, he holds back a whimper.
It must have been by mistake, Akutagawa’s hand reaching that high. However, it happens again, only a few seconds later. All Atsushi hopes is that the other doesn’t feel his arousal.
He tries to steady his breathing, focusing on taking deep inhales and exhaling slowly through his nose. His eyes are fixated onto the screen ahead of them, frantically trying to grasp what is happening in the movie. But Atsushi can’t follow the story anymore, not with Akutagawa’s hand moving over him like that, brushing against his crotch and riling him up more by the second.
When strong, long fingers grip his crotch, squeezing it gently, Atsushi almost moans out in surprise. Just in time he can close his mouth, but even then there is an audible sound.
He feels the other shift next to him, moving closer. Worry mixes into the hot, tingly feeling in his stomach. Will Akutagawa tell him off for being hard and making noise? That would definitely not be ideal.
Akutagawa’s breath fans against Atsushi’s ear when he leans in, whispering his words so quietly that he isn’t even sure if he heard correctly.
“Don’t make a sound.”
The hand grips Atsushi’s cock once more, palming it through the stiff material of his pants. Atsushi bites down on his lip hard, holding back the moans that want to burst out of him. He can’t even tell the other to stop, because he doesn’t want him to stop. Not now that he is painfully hard and needs the release.
When the first button of his pants pops open, Atsushi can feel his heart hitch, and when Akutagawa reaches into his pants, palming his cock through his underwear, Atsushi feels like he could come on the spot.
But he doesn’t. Maybe because he can’t make a noise and let his arousal run free.
The detective’s fingers feel strong and determined and Atsushi can now feel them perfectly well through the thin material of his shorts. He catches himself wishing that Akutagawa would touch him for real, that he would get rid of the thin cotton layer that is left and touch the scorching hot skin underneath.
As if the other is reading his mind, he lets a finger slip underneath the elastic of Atsushi’s waistband. Slowly, he traces along it from one hip to the other, riling Atsushi up even more. He knows that by now there is a big wet spot in his pants, his precum tainting the material in an act of despair.
When the hand slips into Atsushi’s pants, encircling his cock, a small wailing noise escapes him.
Akutagawa’s grip loosens and Atsushi snaps his head to stare at him wide-eyed. There is a small smile on the detective’s lips. Slowly, he presses his index finger against his lips, before giving Atsushi a wink. Then the hand on Atsushi’s cock tightens again.
Once Atsushi’s cock is freed, he begins to stroke him. All the movements are painfully slow and seem just as painfully calculated. Atsushi can feel every change of speed, every time the fingers tense around him a tiny bit more, tug a little harder, make him squirm a little more.
The friction of foreskin being pulled over his cockhead, spreading his precum more and more, is almost unbearable, making Atsushi’s breath hitch with every tug.
Almost panicked, Atsushi glances around the hall, making sure no one is seeing them. Because what they are doing is definitely not something that seems to be allowed in a cinema. But no one is watching, all the people are staring at the screen, captivated by the movie. A movie Atsushi has long forgotten, a plot he doesn’t care about anymore.
With a shuddering exhale, he leans back in his chair, shutting his eyes close, forcing his mind to focus on keeping his mouth shut and not the exciting feeling of Akutagawa’s hand on him. He lets his head fall back, his thoughts circling between wanting to come and not being allowed to make a single sound.
The speed of his breaths picks up and he can’t help but feel concerned about them being audible through the noise of the movie. The inhales are sharp, air hissing through his gritted teeth, the exhales short, huffed out. His head feels hot, as if it could explode any second now. He can feel how his fingers feel jittery as he reaches out to wrap a hand around Akutagawa’s wrist.
His fingers trace over a pale, thin wrist, clenching around it slowly in hopes of stopping the other. However, the detective doesn’t seem impressed by Atsushi’s weak attempt at making him halt. Instead, he grips him harder, picking up his pace to drive his point home.
And he does drive the point home. Atsushi feels the heat ball up inside of him, becoming this familiar feeling of wanting to burst out of him. And once again, Akutagawa seems to know exactly what’s going on inside of Atsushi.
He can feel the other lean in, and Atsushi opens his eyes to see what’s going on. At the sight of Akutagawa leaning over him, mouth opening to wrap around his cock, Atsushi almost screams out loud. Just in time, he shuts his mouth close, the only noise escaping him a strangled moan as his balls tense up.
His vision turns white as his cock starts to spurt cum into Akutagawa’s mouth. He doesn’t even fully register the warmth of the other’s lips wrapped around him, and the tongue lapping at his skin, drinking up every last drop of his seed.
Atsushi breathes heavily, mind fuzzy as he tries to recollect what is happening. He can still feel the hand on him, cool long fingers holding his cock softly. The warmth of the mouth is gone and Atsushi blinks a few times to focus on the other’s face.
Akutagawa stares at him, the small smile still on his lips. He has his head tilted to the side slightly, something glinting in his eyes that sends a shudder down Atsushi’s spine. He gives Atsushi’s cock one last, soft squeeze, before he begins to slip it into his underwear again. As if nothing happened, Akutagawa buttons up Atsushi’s pants and leans back in his chair again, eyes focusing back onto the movie screen.
Atsushi on the other hand, can’t stop staring at him. Even when the credits roll over the screen, the names of all the voice actors of the animated figures' names flickering through the cinema hall, Atsushi can’t stop staring.
It’s only when they are outside of the cinema, Atsushi following Akutagawa on his heels, eyes poking holes into the other’s back, that Akutagawa says something.
“That was nice.”
Atsushi doesn’t reply. All he can do is stare, mind still not quite able to process what actually happened.
Akutagawa, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to be bothered in the least. Instead, he continues walking, speaking further.
“I didn’t know what to expect from the cinema, to be honest. But I am very thankful that you took me. It was definitely an experience. Maybe we should go again sometime.”
“Why?” Atasushi whispers, voice weak.
Akutagawa halts, turning to glance at the mafioso.
“Why, what?”
“Why did you… Why did you touch me?”
The other’s face lights up for a second. “Ah.”
Akutagawa turns again, continuing his stroll through the dark night. He takes his time to answer, and like a lost kitten, Atsushi simply follows him, hoping to get an answer to his question.
“I guess I just felt like it.”
“Bu—”
“Don’t say you didn’t like it,” Akutagawa cuts him off, a sharpness to his tone.
Atsushi bites his lip. He hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to say. He didn’t hate it, that’s sure. He definitely liked it.
“I… liked it,” he whispers.
Akutagawa halts, not turning yet. “Good.”
“Did you…?”
“I did, too.”
Finally, he turns, staring at Atsushi from a distance. Then he takes two steps towards him, closing the gap. He is close enough for Atsushi to wrap him in his arms if he wanted to. But he doesn’t want to, neither of them wants to. The dark eyes stare at him, into him as if he is searching for something within him. Something Atsushi isn’t sure if Akutagawa can find it. Then the detective casts his gaze aside.
“Well,” he says, taking a step back. “Tell me if you want to go to the cinema again.”
Atsushi blinks, somewhat dumbfounded by the situation. He doesn’t quite know what to make out of it.
“I will,” he says, voice weak.
“Good.” Akutagawa takes another step back. “Then… I wish you a good night.”
He turns on his heel, walking off into the darkness. For a moment, Atsushi stares after him, contemplating what he wants to do next.
“A-Akutagawa?” He calls after him.
The detective halts in his tracks, however he does not turn.
Atsushi takes a deep breath, getting into motion to catch up with the other. Once he is next to him he reaches out, hand wrapping around Akutagawa’s. He gives it a gentle squeeze.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
The fingers in his grasp twitch, squeezing him back.
“What for?”
“I don’t know,” Atsushi mumbles, face feeling strangely hot. “Just… Thank you. For— For coming to the cinema with me.”
“You’re welcome.”
“And—” Atsushi lets his fingers lace between Akutagawa’s, holding onto him properly. “We can definitely do that again.”
He doesn’t dare look at the other as he adds:
“The movie… and the other thing.”