“You got it all, now sit your ass down and finish the movie.”
Reece stood, clasping his hands together in front of his crotch, hoping the wetness couldn’t be seen from the outside. As his awareness grew though, it became increasingly uncomfortable. “Ah—I’ll just go to the bathroom real quick.”
Nick narrowed his eyes on Reece, studying his flushed face before trailing down to Reece’s hands. “Did you fuckin’ come?”
The question was unexpected and had blood filling Reece’s cheeks. “Shh! No! Of course not!” He turned and took a step to leave the theater, but Nick grabbed his wrist to stop him, pulling it away from where he covered himself. Reece didn’t know if any evidence could be seen and tried to compensate for the loss of one hand by shifting the other to the center instead.
“You didn’t come but you’re not hard?”
Reece was going to overheat and faint if Nick kept it up. “Hush!” He smacked Nick’s hand and rushed out of the theater, not daring to look back.
The bathroom was right outside the theater room and thankfully not packed since the movies were ongoing at the time, but Reece looked from the stalls to the sinks, not sure how it would be best to get cleaned up. He really wanted some water but there was a man washing his hands and peeking over at Reece, who must’ve looked off just standing there looking around like he was lost. There was one other man at the urinals, who also peeked over at Reece and cocked a brow. So, Reece did the only thing he could do and hid himself in one of the stalls, proceeding to panic about the whole thing.
He had never been so… shameless in his life. Nick was so bad for his health. He really got on his knees in the theater and sucked Nick off. He really came from just making Nick come.Nick’s pleasure was like a drug to him. It made him crazy. It made him so… fucking… hot.
Okay. Okay.Reece breathed, calming himself as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down enough to see that they weren’t a mess. His underwear, though, were fucked. Reece sighed, having carefully picked out a pair hoping that Nick would see and love them. Now they were ruined, soaked by his own cum. They were silk boyshorts, the material catching and holding the majority of his release, only a bit seeping through enough to make him have to dab at the inside of his jeans with some toilet paper. There was no salvaging the underwear though, so Reece started carefully stepping out of his jeans so he could remove them.
“Yo. Ree.”
He flinched, going stiff and holding his breath.
“You in here?”
Reece almost blurted out a “No,” but clamped his mouth shut and simply panicked instead.
“Yo, baldy. You see a pretty blond about this tall come in here?”
Baldyhad to be the man who’d been at the urinal. Reece finally breathed but tried to keep quiet, tossing the toilet paper in the toilet before waving his hands around, not sure how to get out of this mess.
“There’s one in that stall there,” Baldy snitched, and Reece swore he couldfeelNick nearing the stall. Once Nick was in front of it, Reece felt even more cornered. Nick just casually rested an arm against the spacer between Reece’s stall and the one next to it, his arm raised up so that his fingers curled over the top of the door.
“Whacha hiding for, Ree? Did you have a mess to clean or are you playing with yourself?”
Heart pounding, Reece gasped, fury fueling him as he unlocked the door and pulled it open, shoving Nick in the chest as he spotted Baldy still there. The other guy was gone, it seemed, but there was no telling who else was in the bathroom and couldhear.
“Shut up! People can hear you!” He smacked Nick in the chest again and then slammed the door closed, managing to lock it and keep himself safe, but not before Nick had clearly gotten a peek of the mess he was in.
“How ‘bout you hurry it up, man,” Nick scoffed, and after a bit of shuffling, he said, “Alright. He’s gone. It’s just you and me now.”
“You’re supposed to be watching the movie,” Reece mumbled, nose scrunching as he began peeling his cum-soaked underwear down his legs, trying not to let the mess get all over his thighs on the way down.
“I’d rather watch you, so open up.”
“No. Somebody could walk in and see.”
“And I’ll send their ass back out.”
“There’s nothing to see here,” Reece said, getting one leg free. “Eugh.” Cringing, he finally got the underwear off and couldn’t believe how much of his cum they held.
There was no trash can in the stall.
“Fuck. Kill me.”
“Open the damn door, Ree.”
“Nicky.” He sniffed. “Is there a trash can out there?”
“Yeah.”
