Info - scary movie, mentions of sex, allusions to smut
"Wow, they died," Timothée said. I was surprised to hear some emotion in his voice.
"Duh," I chuckled.
"What do you mean duh?" He snapped, and playfully hit me with a pillow.
"Silly boy," I said and caught the pillow. "Couples who have sex in horror movies always get murdered."
"Really?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's a thing," I explained.
"But.... They seemed so in love. I really liked their lines and the actors had such great chemistry," Timothée sounded like he was nearly pouting.
"Well, I didn't make the movie," I chuckled. Timothée was quiet. I stood up and stretched. I was about to grab the popcorn bowl to clean it. Timothée clasped my hand.
"I wouldn't mind spending my last moments with you, making love," he said quietly.
"Huh?" I asked, turning towards him.
"You, well you sound like you think that couple is dumb. I dunno though, I wouldn't mind my last moments to be in your arms, being with you in my favourite way," he said the speech with darting eyes and pink cheeks.
"Oh baby," I exclaimed. I put down the bowl and climbed into his arms. His arms wrapped around me.
"I don't think that's dumb at all," I whispered.
We sat like that for a long time. I listened to his breathing and his heart beat. I felt more at ease with him than anyone. I realised I didn't feel any fear or worry from the movie because I had him here.
"I'd spend my last moments with you too," I mumbled. I kissed the base of his throat.
"And look into my eyes?"
"Yes," I giggled.
"And be in my arms?"
"Always."
"And I could be inside you?" He questioned hopefully.
"Hmmmmm," I faked a musing look.
"Heyyyyy!" He pouted again.
"Of course Timothée," I chuckled and kissed his lips.
"Well, speaking of that...." He trailed off as he breathed against my mouth.
"Lead the way," I mumbled.
"Better yet," he winked and scooped me up. I laughed as he carried me to the bedroom.
