The cushioned leather seats squeaked slightly as the pair sat down in the dim theater. It wasn't even close to crowded, so they ended up with the entire row to themselves, even as the flow of people continued to trickle in, until the place turned completely dark and the previews, and then the movie, eventually started.

Movies generally weren't all that spectacular to Atobe. He'd take a stage-play or opera any day; something with music and singing and live people who have to show their best right then no matter what and mistakes weren't allowed because they couldn't just stop and re-do it like with film. Somehow, considering all that, movies just couldn't compare. But it gave him a chance to spend time with Tezuka, so he agreed to go along.

Tezuka's taste in movies, however, proved to be as boring as expected, and it wasn't long before Atobe started predicting every move the actors would make, and his mind started wandering, looking for something more entertaining.

It was the requisite heterosexual love scene that seems to be in every movie whether it's really necessary or not that gave Atobe his most devious idea, and the solution for how to occupy himself. For what better way to pass the time than pleasing his lover? He really couldn't think of one, and with a grin he slid out of the seat.

Tezuka didn't seem to notice when Atobe moved from the seat, probably under the assumption it was just to pick up a dropped item or something. But it certainly got his attention when a head placed itself in his lap, and Atobe delighted in the little shocked gasp he gave.

Beneath black slacks, Tezuka's member lengthened and hardened as Atobe licked and kissed at it over the cloth. Gently grazing teeth worked until it was a completely hard erection, under the care of Atobe's knowing ministrations. Because when it came to making Tezuka shiver with pleasure, Atobe was the expert. He wrote the book on it. So he knew right when to slip the erection from its confines and swirl his tongue over the top, before licking down to the base.

"A-Atobe!" Tezuka gasped in a loud whisper. "Don't..."

"Ah ah," Atobe whispered back, stopping only to look up with a sultry gaze. "Best be quiet, or someone will notice." Then he went back to work, taking all of Tezuka's cock into his mouth and sucking, bobbing his head in an established rhythm and keeping his tongue useful, running it up and around the base.

Tezuka bit his lip, trying to hold back a moan even as he buried his hands into Atobe's hair and clenched the silken strands in tight fists.

It didn't take long - truly, Atobe was using every trick in the book - until Tezuka exhaled his release. With his jaw gaping open and his body shuddering, he came, and Atobe happily accepted all of him.

Licking his lips as he returned to his seat, Atobe leaned over and kissed his lover on the cheek. "And there's more where that came from," he whispered a promise.

They were both still a moment, before Tezuka stood up and grabbed Atobe's hand, leading him out of the theater.

He wasn't that into the movie anyway.