How to Survive Your 19th Life [BL]

Chapter 60: Obnoxious Me

Emiel rented out theater 6 at Majestic Theater for a throwback showing of Mrs. Doubtfire. The number of people at the theater in this small town was enough to pretty much fill it up entirely, yet we had a whole showing just for us. Emiel looped one arm over my shoulder as we walked through the bustling crowds together. There was a considerably long line at the ticket counter with angry patrons needing to get their tickets refunded. 

The manager of the theater, a dopey looking man named Phil Pole, greeted Emiel personally upon our arrival. 

"The food should be available for you shortly," he said, halfway bowing to Emiel.  "My apologies for the delay. Feel free to have complimentary popcorn and candy while you wait."

I couldn't believe any of this. 

"How rich are you?" Tariq asked Emiel. Malai and I exchanged worried glances. She seemed to sense something was weird about this too.

"Mr. Pole, please go away," Emiel said before leading me inside.  He dismissed the manager as though he were a king speaking to a mere squire.

It was strange to have a whole theater room to myself. Rows upon rows of empty seats lay before us like a child's dream. Along the side by the entrance was a small buffet being set up. This was too much food for five people, but no one seemed to care. A server approached us and handed us bottles of beer. 

"I don't often flex these kind of things," Emiel said. He clinked glasses with me. His smile was warm enough to melt a glacier. "But it's a bit nice if it's with you."

"I have to use the restroom," Malai said. She tugged on my sleeve. "Can you walk me there?" This was a clear hint that she wanted to talk.

Emiel grabbed my free hand and started immediately leading me up the stairs towards the back rows. 

"Have Kanani go with you," he told her. "Isn't that what girls do? Go in pairs?"

Malai's eyes pulled at me but I couldn't figure out a way to shake Emiel. He might have stabbed me in the bathroom if I insulted him. So I gave her a smile and waved her off. She and Kanani left for the bathroom. Tariq did not intervene at all with this. He seemed content with eyeing the food.

Emiel and I sat in the very back row, overlooking the entire theater. My phone buzzed.

Malai: What the hell is going on? Is he 50 Shades or something? Do you have a BDSM contract?

Me: I am not sure either. Lets just enjoy it and talk later.

After Malai and Kanani came back from the bathroom, the servers brought our food to us. The three of them sat in the middle of the upper rows, leaving Emiel and I to our secluded area in the very back. I could have called for them to come closer, but I didn't. Emiel's gaze had already sank into a dark glaze. 

The movie started and we ate. Though they sat away from me, since the theater was empty, I was still able to talk to them loudly during the movie. As soon as one beer was done, another one was placed in my hand. I loosened up enough to enjoy myself. 

It was during the second half of the film when Emiel leaned over to me and whispered, "Time for your punishment."

My heart skipped and I almost vomited up all of the booze and food I just consumed. I couldn't tell if this meant my time had already come. Would he kill me now? At this point, there was simply no way to know. 

To my surprise, Emiel's murderous hands reached over and unbuckled my belt. I opened my mouth to protest but he placed a hot finger against my trembling lips. That same hand jerked my pants down to my knees, exposing me to the dark theater. There were no staff near us but who knows who was watching.

I was already swelling. Heat rushed to my thighs and groin, setting me completely on fire. Emiel leaned over down onto my growing cock and placed his lips around the thick head. There is a particularly sensitive part on the underside of my cock near the tip. It always drove me wild when he would tease it while sucking or stroking me. This was the part of me that Emiel now focused on. 

His warm soft lips did not venture along my length like I so desperately wanted. He was amazing at sucking me off. No, instead, he kept his lips just at the end, bobbing softly over the tip. I could feel his tongue slide over my sensitive underside, flick and lick it with deep impressions. I grabbed the upholstery of the seats next to me as my body pushed back hard into my chair. Pleasure rolled my eyes back and my mouth fell open.

More, I wanted more. Emiel slid his lips along the underside and suckled that sweet spot. My lungs constricted, keeping a moan buried inside. My hips bucked to try and push up more into his mouth, but he moved back as though expecting this. Back and forth his tongue flicked over my sensitive cock. It felt incredible but also not nearly enough. Frustration mixed with my ecstasy.

Emiel kept this up for far too long. Just when I thought I could stop him, I could push him away and end this foolishness, he switched his technique or gave me just a bit more to keep my toes curled. Sweat traced from my forehead down to my chest. Even seeing this movie playing on screen with Emiel's head moving lewdly in my lap, I was edging. 

I wanted to cry. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him to fuck me. I could barely speak.

I rimmed for a good forty minutes. It was the longest I was ever on the edge. And when my orgasm came thundering in, it shot ice up from my feet to my chest. My heart protested my capability of surviving this. The upholstery tore. Panting, every muscle in my body tensed to the brink of cramping. Emiel sensed this and sped up his licking, even going so far as to give my balls a gentle tap-tap.

I roared, "I'm fucking cummmmminnngg!" A scream left my mouth louder than any before, louder than when I was being murdered. 

My climax hit me like a ten thousand pound elephant, right in my gut, and waves of pleasure crashed over me. I came harder than I ever had before. Streams upon streams of semen shot into Emiel's mouth. He gagged and coughed it up where it splattered on my thighs. Still, I came some more. It landed on his face and in his hair. I was never a man who appreciated cum facials, but this looked like art to me. 

And when I was done, I collapsed in my seat. The theater manager came over to us. I thought he would kick us out as I was still sitting there, pants down, cock out, but he gave us towels to clean ourselves with. 

"Were you two fucking?" Tariq asked, squinting at us through the dark. "What the hell is going on?"

Kanani laughed first, then Malai. Then me. 

Humiliation washed over me. Emiel sent me into a roaring orgasm with my friends just a short distance away, while watching Mrs. Doubtfire. It was beyond embarrassing. I had meant to be obnoxious to Emiel so that he would break up with me. But now all I wanted was more of him.