Septiplier One-Shots

the hot biker (pt 3)

"Ah..ah! Yeah!"

Jack's face was completely red as moans and heavy breathing filled the theater. The movie he'd picked had seemed like a good bet, its promo poster promising of explosions and chase scenes. Jack couldn't believe how naive he'd been. Jack ducked his head again as the hero of the film thrusted into the starring actress.

Jack had realized about forty-five minutes into the movie that he had made a bad decision. He was totally mislead though! Yeah the movie had been rated R, but it was a spy movie for fuck's sake! It didn't need a sex scene!

Is this even allowed? This scene is pretty graphic!

It was true, the scene seemed longer than the standard movie sex scene—not that Jack would really know, considering he usually couldn't make it through a whole one. There were various cuts between the actual actors and their shadows during the scene, a result of some degree of censorship rules. But the noises, the noises were too much. Jack's eyes were fixed to the theater's floor, eyes only coming up to check if maybe the scene was coming to an end. He was often disappointed.

He dared not sneak a glance at Mark, the embarrassment would be never ending. Watching a sex scene next to the person you liked was turning out to almost be worse than having to witness one with parents. His hands were sweating, and he was sure that he was fidgeting an excessive amount.

"Wow, it's like you've never even heard of sex before," Mark drawled, sipping on his soda and watching the scene impassively.

"Fuck you!" Jack tried to keep his voice down, but there was almost no need to. It was a work day, and the only few others in the theater were seated near the front while the two of them were all the way in the back row. "The scene's just really...showy!"

"You mean explicit? Yeah, that's kind of the point." Mark smirked lightly as Jack fumed. Then, the biker turned to face him, lids lowered in a manner that made Jack's throat go dry. He leaned forward, breath tickling Jack's face. Jack turned away, looking back at the ground again with a glare. Bad idea.

Mark's lips were now painfully close to his ear as he whispered. "I never would've thought someone so bold could be such a virgin."

Jack jerked away, blushing with a scowl as Mark laughed. "Go to hell! A-anyways, the scene is finally fucking over and I need to pay attention!"

Crossing his arms, Jack looked up to the screen stubbornly. After several minutes, he managed to finally get back into the film. The scene with the main villain monologue went on for another ten minutes, and was so sinister that it managed to have Jack completely engrossed. It was coming to an end though, and soon the scene cut to the cliché romantic rooftop exchange between the hero and his lady. They embraced cheesily, caressing each other's faces as the hero gave her his parting words before he left on his dangerous mission.

"Ugh, so unoriginal," Mark muttered, placing his cup in its holder. "He's only known her for a day and yet he's giving her all this sentimental crap."

Jack glared at him, irritated that he was missing important dialogue. "Will you shut up? This part's important!"

"How so?" Mark laughed dryly. "They're just gonna end up making out, and then when he leaves, she'll get kidnapped."

"Have you seen this movie?!" Jack turned to him, face full of shock.

"No idiot, it's just predictable that's all."

Jack frowned. Oh, so now you know everything?

"I bet you you're wrong!" Jack smiled challengingly, satisfied at the look of disbelief that crossed the other's face.

"Seriously? You like being a loser I guess." Mark extended his hand towards Jack. "You're on, Sean."