Page 57 of Demon Dating Service
After splitting the check, they bundled up against the cold and hurried a couple of blocks over to an old movie house that played movies that had been out for ten or more years. Tickets were only five dollars, making it a cheap date. And who didn’t want to watch some old classics or even some eighties cult favorites on the big screen? Tonight, they were watchingFerris Bueller’s Day Off. Luke had seen the movie plenty of times growing up, but never on the big screen. Somehow, Matteo had never seen it, and Luke was determined to remedy that.
Stepping inside the old movie house was like stepping back in time. The scent of freshly popped popcorn was thick in the air, and the dark walls were plastered with classic movie posters featuring Lauren Bacall, Cary Grant, Audrey Hepburn, Tony Curtis, and more. The red carpet that covered the floor was well worn but gave the air of faded class.
They grabbed their tickets but skipped the refreshments. Their stomachs were still too full from dinner. Matteo shoved his gloves into his pockets and intertwined their fingers before pulling Luke down the hall to their theater. The place was sparsely filled with people. At least there were a few other moviegoers there. Otherwise, Luke would have worried that another of the demons was preparing to “help” with his date. If he was lucky, Ogos would have spread the word to the others. Maybe.
Even so, he still peered closely at every heavy shadow for demonic signs. Everything appeared normal, but he wasn’t ready to relax yet.
They stepped into the screening room, which looked as if it sat only two hundred people. It was empty.
“Seriously?” Luke grumbled. “Why don’t more people appreciate this movie? It’s an eighties classic.”
Matteo’s fingers tightened on his. “It’s not a bad thing that we have the theater to ourselves.”
Luke’s heart flipped, and he swallowed hard at Matteo’s wicked look. He allowed himself to be pulled up the shallow stairs to the very last row. Matteo scooted along the narrow path, stopping in the exact center.
He turned to Luke and smirked. “How’s this?”
“Perfect.”
They shrugged out of their coats and got settled in their seats. Matteo grabbed the chair arm that separated them and lifted it out of the way. “Do you mind?” he inquired, even as he snuggled closer.
“Nope.” How could he possibly mind? His date cuddled close, and his head was resting on Luke’s shoulder. This was a perfect, cozy, movie-watching position, and he loved it.
A few more small groups of people filtered in before the movie started, but they were several rows away from anyone else. It was almost as if they had the place to themselves.
Soon enough, the lights dimmed, and the movie began. Within a minute, his attention was jerked away from Ferris’s evil plot to skip school because a hand slid across his thigh. Heat from Matteo’s palm scorched his skin and plumped up his cock.Oh God, please say this is real. Luke couldn’t remember the last time he’d been touched like this.
Luke turned his head to whisper something to Matteo, and his lips found Luke’s in a deep, drugging kiss he returned in an instant. That wandering hand was not content to remain on his leg. It moseyed straight up to his dick and cupped him through his slacks, massaging. The thinner material had to leave little to the imagination. Matteo could feel how turned-on he was.
It took everything he had not to moan into his mouth. The movie was loud, but was it loud enough to muffle any noises that escaped?
Reaching out with his left hand, he snagged his coat from where he had shoved it into the empty chair beside him and used it to cover his lap. Matteo broke off the kiss, and in a brief flash of light from the movie, Luke caught his sexy grin. His talented fingers tugged at the belt to open Luke’s pants.
“Wait,” Luke hissed in his ear. “Someone could see us.”
Matteo tilted his head toward the few other members of the audience. “What do you think everyone else is doing? No one is going to see us.”
He glanced down over the rows when the movie turned bright. There weren’t many couples, but it looked as if most of them were engaged in kissing, if not other sexual activities. And why not? Saturday night date at a nearly empty theater for an old movie. What other perfect opportunity was there?
While Luke was still trying to wrap his mind around what he was seeing, Matteo had lowered the zipper on his pants and sneaked his hand inside to caress his cock through his underwear.
A soft moan escaped Luke, and he snagged the nape of Matteo’s neck with his right hand. He pulled him in for another deep kiss, hoping to muffle the groan he couldn’t quite stop. Matteo returned it with the same passion, his tongue slipping along Luke’s. Matteo tasted like heaven, and Luke needed more.
He broke off the kiss and pressed his forehead against Matteo’s. “Want to get out of here?”
“You got somewhere we can fuck?”
“Uh-huh.”
In the blink of an eye, they were in their coats and scurrying into the cold, back to Luke’s house. The demons could go wreak havoc on the world for all he cared. He was getting laid.
Chapter 22
Sex Is the BEST
LUKE
Getting back to his place became a messy, chaotic race of brisk walking, stolen kisses, and the occasional grope when they found a good shadowy location. The biting cold worked wonders to tame Luke’s hard-on and clear his head from its lust-filled fog.