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“Wow, you really turned this shithole into something, huh?” Cole said, before dipping his face back into the warmth of his scarf.
“You know, I think we had our first date at this shithole .” Rust replied, shifting on his feet, the sound of snow crunching underneath his boots.
Cole’s face turned even redder, no longer from just the cold, smirking. He loved when Rust swore. “If you’re talking about going to see How To Train Your Dragon when we were eight, gross. Our moms were sitting next to us!”
Rust shook his head, smiling. “We’re just about done with construction, thanks to a very generous donation.” He stared up at the marquee of the old theater Eureka . “Want to go inside?”
Cole wordlessly grabbed Rust’s hand, running to the front doors, a childishly joyful smile plastered on his face. Rust unlocked it with a copy of the key that he was entrusted with and they entered the lobby.
The restoration was mostly done, give or take a few uncut corners of new carpet. The snack counter lay empty for the time being but soon the whole room would smell of popcorn and nacho cheese dip. Empty frames lined the walls, waiting for their respective movie posters.
They’d just reinforced the old chandelier and Cole’s eyes glittered under it as he took in the space. Never releasing Rust’s hand, he made a point of moving around the room, nodding approvingly.
Cole whistled, coming to a stop to turn towards Rust, grabbing his other hand. “Impressive, hardly took you anytime.” He winked, grinning.
“You’ve got to stop talking like I did all this on my own, I was part of a team.” Rust said.
“Is it so unfair that I think of you as capable of anything?” Cole wiggled his eyebrows mischievously. He squeezed Rust’s hands as he leaned forward, giving him a peck on the lips. “Seriously though, it looks great.”
Rust, cheeks pink, said, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”
Cole rolled his head to the side, eyes wandering up. “No one else is here? Kind of spooky, empty like this.”
They shared a knowing look, both of them aware that an empty movie theater could hardly compare to the horrors they had faced just months ago. Rust squeezed Cole’s hands, comforted by their warmth against his skin, meaning that, against all odds, he was alive and safe.
“There wasn’t anything scheduled for the crew today.” Rust had double-checked. It was tricky, going anywhere public with Cole these days. One minute they’d be walking hand in hand, the next having cameras shoved into their faces. Cole could flip the charm so naturally, where Rust never knew where to look or what to say.
Cole kept his gaze up. “I’ve always wondered what the projection booths look like. Show me?”
The two were soon climbing a set of stairs hidden by a door marked ‘ Employees Only’. They popped into a hallway with two doors distanced from each other, entrances to the two theaters projection booths.
Cole made a big show of doing ‘Eenie-meenie-miney-moe’ between the doors, even though Rust said the rooms were identical. Fate led them into the room on the right, a small boxed space, one wall lined with electronic boxes and wires running to the projector. An old folding chair was the only furniture inside.
Cole’s face furrowed in disappointment. “Huh, I thought there would be more to it.”
“We’re bringing the Eureka to the 21st century, no need for an operator. The movies will roll automatically now…don’t ask me how, that’s just what the project manager said.”
Cole laughed, walking over to the projector. Bending over, he squeezed his face next to the opening looking out onto the theater.
Rust hadn’t realized he was staring at Cole’s ass. Not until Cole gave a little shake, laughing as he said teasingly, “Are you enjoying the view too, Rusty?”
Rust’s eyes flew to the ceiling, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. He didn’t trust his mouth at the moment so he kept it shut. He took a steadying breath in through his nose, eyes going to watch Cole rise, pushing himself up using the wall before turning to face Rust.
He had an impish grin that only meant trouble and Rust swallowed thickly. He could have blamed the sudden heat on the small stuffy room or his thick hunting jacket. But as Cole got closer, his eyes wide and wanting, the heat dripped down into his gut.
They reached for each other at the same time, pulling themselves together until finally their lips met. It had taken a while for Rust to stop flinching anytime Cole’s hands neared his burn scars but Cole seemed to memorize them faster than even Rust had and always touched carefully and tenderly.
Like now, his hands danced up Rust’s back, gentle touches until he reached his shoulders, squeezing as he pressed their kiss deeper. Rust’s hands found themselves at Cole’s lower back, treading as low as he dared, finger tips grazing bare skin along the waist of his jeans as Cole’s bomber jacket began riding up.
Cole pulled their lips apart, peppering kisses down Rust’s jaw until his lips were pressing against the front of his throat, where the burns on his neck didn’t reach. Rust rolled his head back, left breathless as Cole sucked and kissed on and around his Adam's apple.
He was sure Cole could feel his heartbeat thrumming against his mouth and he let out a satisfied sigh, letting his hands dip down, gently squeezing the plush muscle through Cole’s jeans.
Cole moaned against Rust’s skin, rolling his hips upward. “What do you say Rusty, want to make some new memories here?” He pressed another wet kiss against his throat.
“You can’t be serious.” Rust deadpanned, his eyes snapping open, releasing his grip on Cole’s ass.
“I’m as serious as you are hard right now.” Cole said, letting his head drift back so he could meet Rust’s eyes. He was still pressed against him though, careful to keep their middles from touching, where shiny, pinkened skin stretched across Rust’s stomach. “We don’t have to do anything crazy, or I guess anything at all if you’re so against it…” Cole pouted, like he knew he was asking for something ridiculous but was personally offended by the word ‘no’.
“I’m not fucking you in here.” Rust said, trying to pump confidence into his voice as he stared into the wanting, sinful eyes of his boyfriend.
Cole rolled his eyes, one of his hands coming up to brush away a curl that had come down into Rust’s face. “You don’t have to fuck me .”
His eyes trailed over to the left, eyebrows shooting up as they took in something, Rust watching in real time the spark of an idea forming in Cole’s head. The sharp smile had returned to his lips as he said, “How about you just sit over in that chair and let me take care of you?”
Rust pursed his lips, feeling his body screaming at him to accept, his jeans growing tighter by the second. He sighed. “Let’s say I’m considering your offer …can I ask something of you?”
Cole laughed, his eyes half lidded, making him look all the more dreamy. “I’m offering to suck your dick and you want to ask more of me? Ruston Vance, if I didn’t know you, I’d say you’re one selfish son of a bitch.”
Rust knew Cole would never truly think that of him. Rust had literally blown himself up in hopes of keeping Cole safe and would do it again in a heartbeat.
He pulled his arms around Cole a little tighter as he said, “I need one day alone with you Cole, not these few hours between interviews or meetings.”
Cole instantly stiffened, Rust feeling his muscles tense against his arms wrapped around him. “We sleep together almost every night!” Cole scrambled out, eyes lighting up with the first signs of his defensive wall forming.
“It’s not the same as- please , just one day together. I’m not saying it has to be tomorrow. Just, soon.”
There was a beat, Cole’s eyes searching Rust’s face for signs of fight. He couldn’t help it, with everything that had happened to them…to Cole. They wouldn’t run anymore, fight or flight and Cole would never choose flight again.
“ I just miss you, that’s all .” Rust whispered, leaning forward and kissing him gently.
Cole melted in his arms, mind and body accepting there was no fight to charge into here. They pulled apart, Cole all smiles again. “You drive a hard bargain Ruston, but I accept. Now get your hot, tight ass in the chair.”
They pulled apart, Rust unable to contain the grin on his face as they moved the few feet over to the chair. Cole slid his jacket off, tossing it to the floor haphazardly. Rust tugged his own coat off, choosing to drape it over the back of the chair before he swung down in the chair, legs spread wide.
The moment his ass hit the seat, Cole was all over him.
He dove forward, pressing sloppy, wet kisses on his face as his hands began to work the buttons of Rust’s flannel. Rust’s hands draped lazily at his sides as Cole’s mouth worked down to his throat again, kissing and sucking with a frenzied hunger.
He soon was on his knees between Rust’s legs, making quick work of Rust’s belt, followed by his button and fly. A moan escaped him at the slight relief as Cole pulled his zipper down. He raised himself off the chair slightly, just enough to scoot his pants and boxers over his ass. Cole practically ripped them the rest of the way down, careful of the tender skin on Rust’s knees, until everything was pooled at his ankles.
The sight below him was erotic, a word Rust had never thought to be used in any situation he would find himself in.
Cole snaked one hand up his bare thigh, massaging his thumb in small circles. His other hand hovered just above Rust’s cock, fingers seeming to tremble with anticipation. He almost squeezed his eyes shut, the image of Cole practically drooling over him like this nearly too much.
This wasn’t their first time by any means, but most of their nights spent together meant curling around each other and trying to get some good, restful sleep. Nightmares of killer clowns, explosions and Cole, strung up from the rafters plagued them both. Cole snored and Rust waited each night they spent together to hear the sound, signaling his boyfriend was finally at rest for the day and Rust could sleep easy, knowing they were both safe with each other.
Cole’s hand wrapping around his base snapped Rust out of his thoughts, letting out a groan. Cole hadn’t taken his rings off and the slight difference in feeling, metal and skin, pressed against the sensitive skin of his cock was dizzying.
Cole’s eyes flickered up to Rust’s face, licking his lips as he gave a few antagonizing slow strokes. Rust wasn’t surprised finding out Cole liked to tease. There were some days, the stressful ones, that he didn’t have the patience to string Rust along and would practically tear off their clothes the second they were alone.
More often than not though, Cole enjoyed toying with him. From the look in his eyes right now, Rust was going to be sitting in this stuffy room for a while as Cole came up with ideas to keep him hard for as long as possible. Rust knew how to speed things along though.
“ Cole, I need your mouth on me now.”
Rust wasn’t a man of many words, making the moments when he did speak his thoughts much more impactful.
“ Fuck–” Was all Cole said, before he was wrapping his mouth around the tip, taking Rust’s breath away momentarily. He clenched his hands at his sides as Cole began working his mouth down, using his hand to pump upwards until he had swallowed Rust’s entire length.
Cole was gripping Rust’s thigh tightly, bursts of air coming through his nose as he took a moment to adjust. Rust realized he was holding his breath and let it go, coming out as a moan. Cole’s eyes flashed up to him, pupils blown wide.
They held each other’s gaze for a moment, then Cole's tongue flattened against him. It flicked out against veins as Cole pulled himself up slightly only to bob back down. Rust bit his lip, watching saliva building up in the corners of Cole’s mouth as he sucked him off, immediately setting a fast pace.
Cole was so beautiful and Rust felt his legs begin to shake, still overwhelmed by the fact that Cole was the one making him feel this good.
He brought one hand up, gently weaving his fingers through Cole’s hair. He’d gotten it cut but Rust was thankful there was still something to play with. The soft, dark loches tickled, even against Rust’s callused hand. He cupped the back of Cole’s head in his palm, a few curls wrapped around his fingers.
“ Slow down…”
He felt the vibration of Cole’s moan before he complied, relaxing into Rust’s grip and letting himself be guided back down, slowly this time. His tongue continued to swirl and twist against his shaft, Rust setting the new pace.
His breath soon became labored, the heat in his gut building until he bit out a singular word, “ Cole!”
Cole squeezed Rust’s thigh twice, bobbing his head down as far as it would go, in understanding approval. Then Rust was coming, gasping for air as he released himself into Cole’s mouth.
The air stilled around them, quiet except for the sound of Rust catching his breath. His head fell back, wincing as he became aware of the itchiness of his scars, feeling the sweat sliding against them. His hand fell from Cole’s hair, letting it dangle at his side. Cole pulled his mouth off of him with an obnoxious pop . He kissed the tip and Rust’s leg jerked, his body so sensitive.
Cole let out a low whistle. “Wow, I can’t believe you agreed to let me do that. You’re so hot, babe.” He leaned forward, starting to work Rust’s pants back up. “Let’s head out though, I’m starving!”
Rust pushed his head upright to roll his eyes at him, but he couldn’t help the smile as he looked at his boyfriend. He scooted up in the chair, pulling his pants all the way up and zipping himself back in.
“I feel bad, being the only one to…you know…” Rust mumbled, moving to stand despite his legs feeling like jelly.
Cole laughed, licking his lips. “I did promise you a whole day, just the two of us. You’ll have plenty of time to make it up to me.” He winked, grabbing his jacket and pushing himself off the floor.
“Looking forward to it.” Rust replied, grinning.
The two were soon heading out the front doors of the theater, the cold air a welcomed relief, Rust certain his face was still tomato red. Their hands found each other, fingers clasping together in a tight squeeze.