Chapter 7
Miles sat in his chair and sweated heavily. His eyes were fastened on his dinner companion, who was eating his dinner oblivious to Miles’ stare. He swallowed, his whole body feeling over-hot and throbbing. It turned out that Farley adored good food. REALLY adored it! He made small noises of appreciation with every bite, and the expression of bliss on his face was very similar to that of a man having a really good orgasm. His tongue would lick out to gather crumbs from his lips, leaving moisture behind. “Mmmm,” he moaned, his eyes closed in sheer bliss.
Miles shuddered and closed his own eyes. Dear God! He was going to explode! It had been a considerable time since he’d…well…’gotten any’, so watching Farley eat was literally driving him crazy. But closing his eyes didn’t do the trick, because he could still hear those small sounds of pleasure. He pulled at his collar, wishing that he could dash into the bathroom to do something about this. But since the other diners were sure to see the obvious lump at his groin, he couldn’t move. All he could do was sit here and be tortured until he had a very, very embarrassing accident…
“Miles?” he heard Farley’s voice ask, concern in its tones. “Are you okay?”
He opened his eyes. The blonde was looking at him, and much to his acute relief the plate on the table in front of him was empty. He cleared his throat. “I’m fine, Farley,” he replied, glad that his voice was only a tad hoarse.
The weatherman blinked. “Are you sure? You’ve barely touched your food,” he said, glancing down at Miles’ plate.
“Uh,” he tried to pull himself together enough to come up with some excuse for his inability to finish his dinner. “I guess I’m not that hungry.”
“Well, you should eat a bit more than that,” Farley said, waving at his plate. “Even if you’re not hungry.”
Miles nodded. “Of course,” he picked up his fork and took a bite of the food. He put it in his mouth, and while it was almost cold he still managed to eat it because he was starving. He began to eat, while Farley watched him with approval. Everything seemed well, until the waiter returned to their table.
“Did you enjoy your meal?” he asked. When Farley began to enthuse about the food, he smiled proudly - and said something that made Miles freeze in his chair in horror. “Would you care for dessert?”
A half an hour later, the torture finally ended. Miles was so grateful to leave the restaurant that he could barely stand it. Farley walked beside him to his car, beaming. “That meal was amazing!” he enthused.
“Yes,” Miles replied, even though the food could have been made of ashes and dirt for all that he’d tasted it. He only walked a little stiffly, because he refused to hobble openly. No matter how much pain he was in…
“Anyway, what movie did you want to go see?” the weatherman asked him as they got into Miles’ car.
“I don’t even know what’s playing right now,” he said ruefully. “I don’t go to see many movies.”
Farley giggled. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” he teased. “If you don’t care, there’s a movie I’d like to see. But I’m warning you, it’s a romantic comedy.”
Miles grimaced but started the car. “If that’s what you want,” he agreed.
Farley patted his arm. “You’re really sweet, Miles. I know that you don’t want to go see a romantic comedy at all. But you’ll do it anyway, just for me. I really appreciate that.”
Miles didn’t know how to reply to this. It was true that he was only going to see the film because it was what Farley wanted; he had no use for rom coms. He thought them insipid and incredibly stupid, and had always wondered why any woman in her right mind would go to see one. “Give me directions to a theater that’s playing the movie you want to see,” was all he said aloud.
Farley smiled at him. “I’ll tell you where to turn,” he replied.
Miles sat in the darkened movie theater and tried not to be bored out of his skull. But it wasn’t working; he had no interest whatsoever in the movie playing on the screen. Farley was watching it intently, of course; and sighing sentimentally once in awhile. Miles forced himself not to roll his eyes. He moved restlessly in his seat, thinking to himself that the next date they went on he was taking Farley to a museum to make this up to him. He doubted that the blonde would hate the idea anyway - there would be so many pretty things for him to look at that he’d probably be in heaven.
His lips lifted a little at this thought. Suddenly, he felt warm breath on his ear and Farley’s voice husked: “Miles. Thanks for bringing me when I can see that you’re bored to death.”
His body stiffened(all of it, especially a certain sensitive part between his legs), as Farley continued throatily: “I’d like to make it up to you if I can. Is there anything that I can do for you in return?”
He gulped. The sweating was back; it was a wonder that he hadn’t soaked through his suit by now. He wasn’t even sure that he’d be able to reply. The blonde chuckled, a low sound unlike his normal light, happy tones. There was something…WICKED…in that sound. “I love darkened movie theaters,” he purred. “Have I ever told you that? There’s So many things you can do in them that nobody can see…especially when you’re sitting in the back like we are…”
Miles wanted to ask him what he meant, but all of the breath left him in a gasp when Farley suddenly moved. The blonde was somehow kneeling in front of him, which didn’t seem possible considering the limited leg room provided by the narrow rows of seats. Farley’s eyes were gleaming in the near-darkness as he looked up at Miles. “Look around,” he said very softly. “Is there anybody nearby? Nod if there is.”
Miles glanced around rather wildly. But the theater was mostly empty, and the nearest person to them was four rows away. He shook his head negatively, and Farley’s smile widened and took on a predatory quality. “Good,” he breathed. “I’ve always wanted to do this with you, Miles, ever since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
His slender fingers moved up to the front of Miles’ trousers, while the newscaster sat frozen in disbelief in his chair. This could not be happening! But it was. The sound of the zipper seemed loud, making him flinch; though he knew that no one else could hear it over the movie. Farley’s deft fingers opened the front of the trousers and made quick work of his underwear. A small sound of happiness issues from his throat as he managed to work Miles’ erect(hell, hard as a bone) cock free from its confines. “Nice,” he hissed almost soundlessly, then his blonde head bent.
Miles had to grit his teeth in helpless disbelief to keep the low moan of pleasure from escaping him as a warm, wet mouth took him in. Those plump pink lips that had tempted him all through dinner were now gliding down the length of his penis, and he could feel a snake-like tongue swirling over his shaft and unerringly finding that sensitive spot just under the head. Oh fuck! His brain wailed wildly. This definitely could not be happening!
Farley’s eyes were resting on his face, and slender fingers had found his balls and were cupping them in time with that sweet sucking. Miles grabbed the arms of his chair and held on for dear life, his fingers digging into the plastic. His whole body was rigid as Farley continued to pleasure him. Blindly he stared down at the moving blonde head, dimly thinking that this was the best blow job that he’d ever gotten. And it was further heightened by the dangerous location where he was receiving it; if anyone saw them doing this they’d both be in a world of hurt. He’d never imagined that Farley was kinky; he’d always seemed so cutesy and fluffy…
He was losing his train of thought completely, because his balls were drawing up tight to his body. He was going to come at any moment. Desperately he tugged on the blonde curls, trying to warn Farley to pull back. But the weatherman only pursed his lips tightly around Miles and sucked even harder, and a harsh groan stuck in his throat as he came violently into that sucking mouth in a rush.
He was done. Miles fell back in the chair and lay there breathing heavily, as Farley tucked him discretely back into his trousers with a tender pat. The blonde was licking his lips in a satisfied way, like a cat with a bowl of cream. He slid back into his chair, smirking a little as he glanced over at his annihilated companion. At the moment, Miles didn’t care in the least about that. He didn’t really care about anything, in fact. His whole body had turned to mush, and his brain was doing that contented hum that it did only after good sex.
Farley patted his hand. The slender fingers lay atop his, and after a moment Miles twined his with Farley’s. After all, he’d promised to hold Farley’s hand in the dark while they watched a movie. “Thank you,” he managed to say hoarsely after a moment.
“You’re welcome,” Farley breathed, smiling at him. “I could tell that you needed that. Has it been awhile for you, Miles?”
He nodded. A long while. Centuries, or so it seemed to his deprived libido. The weatherman made a tssking noise. “It’s not good for you to be without for a long time. You’re a guy,” he pointed out. “Guys get crazy if they do without for too long.”
“I never would have imagined,” Miles said in a low voice, “That you’d do something like that, Farley.”
The weatherman grinned. “Hey, you yourself said that we should date so we could get to know each other better,” he pointed out. “This is just us getting to know each other better.” his voice was teasing.
Miles cleared his throat. “A lot better,” he muttered, which made Farley giggle.
“That’s right. I really liked getting to know you ‘a lot better’, Miles,” Farley said. “And I could tell you liked it too. Right?”
“Very much,” he admitted. “Even though I would much rather that you not have done that here…” he glanced around the theater in disbelief.
“Sorry,” Farley said unrepentantly. “But I’ve always wanted to do that in a movie theater. I used to have fantasies…” his voice lowered even more, until it was a mere breath of sound against Miles’ ear, “Of being molested by a sexy stranger in one of those porno theaters. But since most of those don’t exist anymore, I had to go with a regular theater and a VERY sexy non-stranger. It was nice to fulfill my fantasy with you, Miles. Thanks.”
He didn’t know how to reply to this, but Farley didn’t seem to need one. He simply squeezed Miles’ fingers and returned to watching the movie as though nothing had ever happened.
“Ooo, I like this one, Miles!” Farley’s voice piped. He was standing in front of a painting, his blue eyes wide as he stared at the beautiful woman in the flowing gown posing in it. “She’s so lovely,” he added.
Miles had to agree about that. Farley tilted his head to the side. “I love her dress,” he gushed. “Do you think that I would look good in that?”
His mouth opened as a man standing nearby gaped at Farley. He pulled the blonde away from the painting with a hissed: “Farley!”
“Miles, stop being such a fuddy duddy,” Farley chided him. “You told me that I shouldn’t be ashamed of the way that I like to dress. Did you mean that, or were you lying?”
Chagrined, he stopped in his tracks. “I meant it,” he said stiffly. “It’s just…”
“I embarrassed you,” Farley said gently, touching his arm. “I’m sorry. Next time, I’ll whisper questions like that in your ear. How about that?”
His reasonable suggestion made Miles sigh at himself. To Farley’s surprise, he reached out and pulled the blonde into his arms. “No, I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I want you to be yourself, Farley. I don’t want you to change for me. Not in any way. Because I like who you are, even if you are really flamboyant sometimes.”
Farley breathe: “Miles, you’re so sweet,” then he stood on his tiptoes a bit and kissed Miles lightly on the mouth, oblivious to any passerby. His eyes were bright when he pulled back. “Thanks for bringing me here,” he went on, looking around. “There are so many beautiful things to see.”
Miles found that he couldn’t look away from Farley’s face. “Yes, there are,” he agreed solemnly.
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