I Kissed a Boy [complet]

Caresses

— I assure you ! popcorn is mandatory when you go to the cinema, even if you leave the table!

Winnie nodded sagely while carrying an overflowing jar of sweet popcorn kernels and a drink. She continued

—It's an ancestral tradition from eight months ago. From our first date at the Batman premiere. VIP seat for the press and their +1.

Gavin laughed softly and tightened his arm around the young woman's shoulders.

—It was to impress you, sweetheart.

Amy chuckled and poked Marc

— I also want to be a VIP!

Marc smiled at her.

—You're the VIP of my heart, isn't that enough?

— Nope !

Marc laughed at Amy's sulky expression and turned to Gavin as they came to the front of the room.

— Do not set the bar too high, women are venal! Romanticism is no longer enough.

Winnie lifted the arm that held the drink in the air.

— Nope ! we want diamonds and bling-bling! Cover us with gifts!

—See, what did I tell you...

They went back to the movie theatre. The large crowd filled the hall. They chose seats in the middle of the room. Winnie was the first to put down her things, followed by Gavin then Amy and Marc. They kept talking until the lights went out and the trailers started. Amy frowned, tried to straighten up but the person in front of her was way too tall. She nudged Marc, who leaned toward her.

— Chouchou, we change places?

Marc noticed the figure in front of her, then in front of him. He was big enough but Amy wasn't. He touched her arm.

—Ask Gavin, Honey, the person in front of me is tall too.

Amy frowned before nodding. She then leaned towards Gavin who was eating some grains taken from his friend's package.

—Gavin, would you mind switching places with me? The person in front is too big and the one in front of Marc too.

After a quick glance he leaned over to Winnie to let her know they had changed places. She nodded. There was a somewhat complicated moment when they crossed paths to change places. Gavin ended up very inelegantly falling into his chair. He wanted to grab hold of the armrest but grabbed Marc's hand instead. He immediately withdrew his hand as if he had burned himself and sat down properly, well in the middle of his seat. Marc patted his forearm and leaned down to ask him in a whisper if Amy was settled. These simple gestures sent a rush of warmth in Gavin's belly, who leaned to the other side, attracting Amy's attention. They talked in low tones, and Gavin sat back down, nodding in the dark of the cinema. Satisfied Marc settled down again. An arm on the armrest and, coincidentally, his foot against Gavin's. The latter felt the other man's knee pressing against his several times. Determined not to give in to stress or anger, Gavin opted for passivity. If he didn't react, Marc might quit. After about fifteen minutes of filming, Gavin moved to find a better position and relax his long legs. He accidentally put his arm on the armrest and met the arm of the musician but decided that the armrest was not exclusively reserved for Marc and he did not move. Marc shot a quick look at the man next to him, Gavin was focused on the screen and Marc saw his profile cut perfectly between light and shadow. He detailed it. The musician had been attracted to men before but not this way. His eyes caressed the forehead and the arch of the nose... then the lips which he found irresistible. He fought toe to toe the urge to touch them rose in him in a dazzling fashion. He swallowed his saliva. Then his eyes went down to his chin and throat with the Adams apple just waiting to be bitten. Marc pursed his lips to hold back a moan. It was bad. The situation was bad... Then his breath hitched suddenly. Gavin had moved his fingers slightly, their pinkies were touching. Marc slowly released his breath. It was surely a false movement, an involuntary contact! His heart began to beat faster and faster as a hot flash radiated through his lower abdomen. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Gavin kept his eyes glued to the giant screen but licked his lower lip, rolling it until he bit it. He moved his little finger again, which caressed the top of Marc's. He didn't dare look at the man next to him. The moment was propitious, the darkness welcome, hiding the reality of his gesture, his madness. Slowly he slid the pad of his finger along that of Marc who remained motionless like a statue. Gavin let out his breath, closing his eyes to feel the different skin texture and the intense heat. He moved his hand a little and now he was stroking the ring finger. He felt Marc's hand twitch slightly and stopped all movement, the fear in his stomach that he would withdraw his hand, that he would push him away. Gavin released his breath unaware that Marc was doing the same. Marc felt a tremor seize him. A mixture of excitement, fear, desire. His heart was beating against his throat. He moved slowly, extending his fingers so that he too could caress Gavin's. Gavin's hand was shaking as he resumed his slow progress on top of Marc's hand, sliding his fingers more recklessly. Soon his whole hand was caressing Marc's, slow brushings on each finger, then between them, again and again. These simple touches drove them mad with desire.