Ages:

Ned - 22
Katie - 19

Katie turned her head quickly when she noticed Ned jolt next to her. He tried to make it look like he was just shifting in his seat, but she knew better — her boyfriend was falling asleep. She leaned in closer to him and brought her mouth close to his ear. "It's not that bad," she said, making sure the soft swell of her lips grazed his earlobe.

Ned turned his head and narrowed his tired eyes at him. "It's awful, babe," he groused. "This is the last time I let you pick the movie."

"Like that horror movie we went to last week was any better?" She turned away, taking the popcorn with her.

"At least that made me laugh a little bit," he whispered, looking around. "We're like the only ones in here."

"No, we're not," she argued.

"Oh, sorry. There are four other people in here," he said softly, pointing to the four heads seated at the front of the theater. "Six whole people in a theater with seating for over a hundred."

"Well you're the one that wanted to go to the last showing," she muttered. "And then you have the nerve to fall asleep!"

"This movie isn't doing a very good job of keeping me enthralled," he said. "And since you've been sitting here arguing with me for a few minutes, I don't think it's keeping you enthralled much either."

Her silence was enough to tell him that he was right, but she refused to admit that to him. Rather than saying anything in return, she turned in her seat and returned her focus to the movie.

"Why'd you pick this anyway?" He asked a few minutes later. He nudged her shoulder with his and leaned in closely, waiting for an answer.

"I liked the book, okay?" She hissed.

He nodded, mulling over her answer. "But this is terrible casting," he said. "The plot seems decent from what I've caught, but whoever adapted it did a terrible job."

"I've realized that," she sighed, stuffing popcorn in her mouth. "It's like Game of Thrones all over again." He shifted and leaned back in his seat, setting his clasped hands down on his stomach and something about his posture agitated her. It was like he wasn't even trying to enjoy the movie or the one night a week they could go out together without having to worry about waking up early for work or class. "Why don't we just leave then if you don't want to sit through this?"

"What?" He said, straightening up in his seat and looking at her as she had begun to gather her drink and popcorn tub. "Sit down, Katie."

"No," she said quietly as she sat down again. "This is the one thing I wanted to do with you while you're in the city and you're ruining it."

"How am I ruining it?" She rolled her eyes and forced herself to watch the movie again. "What do you want me to do?" He asked. Before he could stop himself, a light laugh sprang from his throat. "It's a shitty movie."

Katie turned her head to glance back at her boyfriend as he continued laughing. She could barely hear him over the sounds of some random fight scene with too much CGI that made no sense, but she could see the way his shoulders moved up and down slightly with his laughter. She wanted to be angry with him. It would have been easy for her to storm out and leave him there in the theater laughing at nothing, but he was right.

Battlefield Earth was a shitty movie.

She joined in with his laughter. Luckily they were so far back in the theater, the few people who were also there didn't seem to hear them over the sounds of the movie. "It's so bad," she finally admitted, laughing. "I'm sorry."

"The paper did give it two stars and even that I think was too much, but you still had to pick it," he said, shaking his head. "You're too damn stubborn for your own good."

"Did that paper happen to say how long this was?" She asked, feeling stupid. "I swear the book was good."

"I believe you, but it's probably almost two hours," he said, checking his watch. "And we've been here about forty-five minutes."

"Shit." She sighed.

"Yeah…" He nodded, shrugging and sneaking some popcorn from her tub. He'd finished his already and she'd slapped his hand away enough times already, but not this time. "Oh? Can I have some this time?"

"You can have it," she said, setting her tub of popcorn in his lap. "Too much of that butter gives me a stomach ache."

Katie slumped in her seat and continued to watch the movie as he chomped on the popcorn. She couldn't blame him for almost falling asleep before. She could feel her eyelids getting heavier and heavier the longer she stared at the screen.

Ned scooted over in his seat as far as he could and ran his fingers through her hair. "Falling asleep? I can help wake you up…" He whispered in her ear while he snaked his hand down and rubbed his denim-covered thigh. "You're not exactly dressed for fooling around tonight though."

"It's my fault we are sitting here watching this shitty movie in the first place," she sighed while he sucked on her neck, briefly taking her breath away before she spoke again. "I can wait until later." She set her hand against his chest and trailed it down to the front of his jeans, squeezing the slight bulge that was already present. She smiled when she heard the gasp that seemed to be stuck in her boyfriend's throat.

She had forgotten about that part. He would try so hard not to make a sound when she touched him like that. It was always a thrill for her to watch his response to her touches. His chest would rise and fall roughly the closer he got to his climax. His breathing was always so heavy and enticing, and it was the only sound he would make. It was a sound she was convinced she could listen to all day.

Every audible breath he took urged her to keep going. She loved the way she could feel him getting harder under her ministrations. While palming the front of his jeans, Ned moved his mouth back to her ear. "Do you think those people up there know what we're doing back here?" He asked

She squeezed and ran her hand along the length of his cock as it strained against his jeans. "They're probably clueless. Why would it turn you on?" She took her hand away from his crotch just long enough to undo the button on his jeans and pull the zipper down. Without hesitation, she pushed her hand beyond the waistband of his boxers and grabbed his erection, pulling it free from the confines of the fabric.

A groan slipped from Ned's throat and he quickly tried to disguise the sound with a cough. "I take back what I said earlier. I'm going to let you pick the movie more often if this is what happens."

Katie scooted over as far over as her seat would allow and rested her head on his shoulder as she started to move her hand over him. She moved and twisted her hand in silence, using Ned's heavy breathing as guidance. When his breathing sped up, she slowed down and when it became more even, she moved back to the tip and started over. She knew he was close when his breathing stayed shallow and heavy despite her slower strokes, but she stayed in place and waited for his cue.

Her boyfriend's hand covered hers and guided her. He stopped her when they reached the base as his breathing quickened even further. "Now," he whispered, scooting forward in his seat.

She moved quickly, her movements swift as she moved the armrest. She bent down and took him into his mouth, wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, and began to suck, waiting for Ned's release while he stroked his shaft a few more times, stopping when his orgasm washed over him. They didn't linger long. She swallowed and made sure her mouth was clean while he tucked himself back into his boxers.

His breathing was still erratic when he looked down at his watch and finally spoke again. "Still a little less than an hour left of the movie," he said breathlessly.

She groaned and threw her head back. "Is it too late to get a refund from the box office?"

"Wanna try?" He asked. "I want to fuck you once we get out of here."

Katie didn't have to think about it long. If the movie itself wasn't enough to convince her to leave, the wetness and throbbing between her legs were. She rose from her seat abruptly and grabbed his hand. "Let's go."