Die Hard is Totally an X-Mas Movie - Part 2 (Patreon)

Lets try this again. Yes, I wrote a part two. Here's to butter-flavored blow jobs in a crowded theater. I will warn you in advance, this on

Lets try this again.

Yes, I wrote a part two. Here's to butter-flavored blow jobs in a crowded theater. I will warn you in advance, this one makes mention of a schmetish that may give some people the ick. No, not the spit thing. Sounding. It's just mentioned, but I don't want to trigger anyone. As always, very unbeta'd/unedited and just for fun.

Adam scanned the packed movie theater, looking at each couple snuggled in their bed, ignoring the ads flickering across the screen. He homed in on the oldest couple in the place, tucked away in the shadowy corner of the theater. 

“Come with me,” he said, snatching Noah’s wrist and dragging him along. 

Noah frowned, trying to dig his heels in to slow their march towards his target, but he was no match for Adam’s determined stride. “What are we doing?” Adam ignored Noah’s cry. “Adam! What are you doing?” 

He didn’t answer, just strode to the bed, only stopping when he loomed over the couple. It was a man and a woman, both looking to be in their forties, each with a drink in hand and a huge bucket of popcorn between them. 

Noah yanked frantically on Adam’s sleeve, hissing, “What are you doing? People are staring.” 

The couple cowered as they stared up at them in confusion. Normally, Adam would welcome the added intimidation factor, but, in this particular case, it didn’t work to his advantage. Instead, he crouched down beside the woman and gave her his most charming smile. 

She smiled back almost as if she couldn’t help herself, much to the chagrin of her husband. 

“I’m really sorry to bother you guys,” Adam said, doing his best to look embarrassed. “But it’s our anniversary tonight and I was wondering if you’d be willing to swap beds with us? Ours is that one right in the middle there. We’d be really grateful.” 

“Oh, my God,” Noah groaned behind him. 

The couple exchanged glances. “Uh, well…we reserved this one in advance for a reason. It’s our anniversary as well.” The man said, still seeming baffled as to how they’d gotten sucked into this conversation.  “So, I’m sorry but I don’t think so.” 

Noah tugged hard on Adam’s shirt collar, but he ignored him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a huge wad of cash. The one Noah had begged him to stop carrying no less than a thousand times. The couple's eyes went wide at the bundled up bills, following it like Adam was a snake charmer. 

“I’ll give you five hundred bucks for it,” he said…waving the money. 

“What?” the man said even though it was clear he’d heard him perfectly fine. 

“Adam, please. Its not that big a deal,” Noah pleaded. 

“Six hundred?” Adam asked, fanning the ends of the money. 

“Um, I, well…Honey? What do you think?” the man asked. 

Adam took the woman’s hand, opening it up and placing the money—a thousand dollars, at least—into her open palm. “I’d really, really appreciate it,” he crooned, grinning with probably too many teeth to seem harmless. 

“We’ll take it,” she said, closing her fist around the money like she worried he might snatch it away. “Have a great night.” She slid off the bed, snagging her purse and her drink. When she noticed her husband wasn’t beside her, she snapped her fingers. “Stop gawking, Kevin.” 

Kevin seemed to snap out of his trance with a small shake of his head, gathering the rest of their stuff. 

He snickered as he heard her exclaim, “We can pay off the credit card with this. Before Christmas. We should play the lottery.” 

Adam fluffed the pillows, then made a sweeping gesture for Noah to get in first, knowing he preferred to be closest to the wall. He huffed through his nose, but climbed in, waiting for Adam to follow, then snuggling into him, his head resting on Adam’s shoulder. 

“You’re ridiculous,” he murmured, but there was no heat to it. 

“Hey, we just made their whole holiday and I get you in the bed we wanted.” 

Noah rolled his eyes. “I could have just…rewarded you…when we got home.” 

“Hell, no,” Adam said, pushing his fingers up into Noah’s hair. “You’re going to give me my reward, right here.” 

Adam lifted Noah’s hand, taking his fingers into his mouth, licking the salt and butter from his skin, then sucking them just to watch his husband’s jaw go slack. 

“At least wait until the lights are out,” he whispered. 

Adam ignored him, licking his palm then slipping it under the blanket, forcing Noah’s hand to settle over the slight bulge in his sweatpants. When he tried to move his hand away, Adam let blunt nails dig into his skin until Noah whined. 

“Behave,” Adam warned. Noah squirmed closer, palming him through the fabric. “That’s better.” 

Adam’s fingers tangled in the hair at the base of Noah’s skull, gripping it tight so he could force his gaze upwards. He dipped his head, sweeping his tongue along the seam of Noah’s lips, then released him like it was nothing, smiling at his husband’s frustrated whine. 

Adam could already feel his half-hard cock against his leg. When the lights dimmed and the previews started to play, Noah’s hand slipped into Adam’s pants, wrapping his fist around him and working him slowly. Adam bit back a groan, rolling his hips up into his tightened grip just to feel the zaps of pleasure that danced along his spine with each lazy stroke. 

Noah kept his eyes glued to the screen, removing his hand. Before Adam could chastise him, Noah’s thumb and forefinger began to stroke just the head of his cock. Adam bit his bottom lip, looking down at Noah, but his eyes were on the screen. Adam swore under his breath, trying to push Noah into returning his hand where it belonged. He ignored him, stroking just the tip with a maddeningly slow pace, stopping only to circle the sensitive flesh with his thumb, digging his nail into the slit. 

This went on for the length of the credits, the sensation as blissful as it was infuriating. If they were at home, Adam would have forced him to his knees and made him choke on his cock, would have slapped his face until his cheeks were pink then made him cry until he came down his throat. But they were in public and Noah knew not even Adam dared to act out in a crowded theater. Not if he didn’t want the wrath of his father falling on him like a ten story building. 

The worst part was, Adam was leaking, beads of precum weeping from his tip and dripping down his shaft. As the movie began, Noah took that wetness and used it to ease the glide of his fingertips, letting his thumb trace the vein along the underside of his cock. Adam was breathing heavy, his stomach rising and falling as he tried to rub himself against Noah’s palms, tightening his belly to get even the slightest bit of release. 

Only when the theater was thoroughly engrossed in the movie, did Noah do more than tease him. He kissed the skin over his collarbone, then licked it, moving to bite at his chin. 

“I thought you were going to behave,” Adam breathed, biting back a groan when Noah wrapped his hand around him and squeezed. 

“I made no such promise,” Noah murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “I only said I would reward you for my new house.” 

“This feels more like a punishment,” Adam growled. 

A loud ‘shh’ came from someone at the front of the theater and Noah’s hand stopped altogether. He shifted so he could press his lips to Adam’s ear. “If you can’t keep quiet, I’m going to stop. You need to learn to be patient.” 

Once more Adam’s fingers snagged in Noah’s hair, yanking him back to meet his gaze. “Are you sure this is how you want to play this?” he asked in a hissing whisper. 

“Mm, I’m going to play it just like this,” Noah taunted. 

“Fine,” Adam whispered. “Just know you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.” 

“Cause you’re going to spank me or fuck me?” Noah countered, tonguing Adam’s ear in a way that made goosebumps erupt along his skin. 

“Both, you little fucking tease.” Noah grinned, removing his hand entirely, returning to watch the movie. Adam stared at him, mouth gaping. “What are you doing?” 

Noah gave him his most innocent look. “Watching the movie. Isn’t that why we’re here.” 

“You’re so pushing your luck. If you think I won’t drag you out of here and fuck you in a bathroom stall or bent over the hood of my car, you’ve clearly forgotten who your married to.” 

Noah gave him another grin. “If you think that’s a threat, then you’ve clearly forgotten who you’re married to,” he countered. 

Adam huffed out a frustrated breath through his nose, glowering at the top of Noah’s head while his husband ate half a bucket of popcorn. He was soft again, when he set the bucket aside, his hand once more snaking beneath the blanket and beneath his sweatpants to grip him tight. 

Noah didn’t tease this time, just jerked him in his tightened fist with the same efficiency Adam used to get himself off in the shower when he was horny and Noah left for work early. He bit back a groan that was half pleasure, half pain, wanting to ask what he thought he was doing, but too caught up in the heat gathering in his belly. 

Adam gripped Noah’s hair tightly, trying to warn him that he was going to fast, that he was going to make him come too quickly. But before he could, he once more stopped, his hand sliding out of his sweats once more, going back to his popcorn like nothing happened. 

Adam’s cock throbbed, twitching against the rough fabric of his pants. He gawked at the top of Noah’s head. He was going to kill him. Was he…edging him? Noah didn’t edge Adam, he edged Noah. He used Noah. He put him where he wanted him and he stayed like the obedient little whore he was. 

Adam’s nostrils flared, his agitation growing. He had half a mind to just finish the task himself. He was about to tell Noah just that when he sat up, giving the others a cursory glance before he disappeared under the blanket. Adam blinked down at what was clearly Noah’s head, sucking in a sharp breath as his husband yanked down the fabric of his sweatpants, dragging them to mid-thigh. 

Adam glanced around, looking to see if anyone was paying them any mind, but they truly were in the shadows. He tipped his head back as Noah’s hand gripped the base of his cock, his soft tongue lapping at his shaft, working his way up before closing his mouth over his leaking tip. He clenched his teeth as Noah sucked, tongue teasing his slit and the notch just beneath the head. 

Fucking hell. He slipped his hand beneath the blanket to grip his hair, pushing his head down onto his cock as he thrust up, only feeling a little bad when he felt him gag around him. It was his own fault for teasing him. He held him there, nose pressed to the skin of his pelvis. Adam’s cock twitched on Noah’s tongue when he felt him struggle, throat spasming around him in a way that had his eyes rolling. 

He eased him off slowly so he didn’t start having a coughing fit. He expected Noah to pinch his thigh like he often did when Adam surprised him by being too rough, but instead, he just bobbed his head, sucking sloppily, the sounds of kids singing Christmas carols masking his slurping. 

Adam couldn’t stop himself from fucking up into the wet heat of his mouth, fucking his cock past his lips as he held him in place. He glanced around, then lifted the blanket. Noah pulled off to look up at him with teary eyes, sticking out his tongue and slapping Adam’s cock against it. Adam cupped his cheek, taking himself in hand so he could smear spit and precum over Noah’s cheeks and chin. He clenched his hair right at the top, tugging until Noah whimpered, only then did he start feeding him his cock an inch at a time, the slide of his soft tongue making Adam feral. 

Noah’s eyes were shiny in the dim lighting, but Adam could still see how cock drunk he looked. He pulled himself free, hooking his fingers behind Noah’s teeth, shaking his head a little, then lightly slapping his cheek. More tears streaked down Noah’s freckled face. Adam rubbed his swollen lips, then dropped the blanket back over his head. 

He laced his fingers behind his head, stomach tensing as Noah began to suck him in earnest, head bobbing, tongue working along the underside. He took him deeper with each press, then forced himself down until he could feel Noah’s breath tickling his skin there. Noah hummed around him, making his eyes roll. He didn’t hold him down, but he did began fucking himself even deeper, biting back groan after groan as Noah’s tight throat spasmed around his cock. 

He was close. He could feel himself reaching the point of no return, his hips rolling, sparks flashing behind his eyelids as pleasure pulsed through him. Normally, he’d warn him, at least tap him to let him know, but this time he did nothing, retaliation for Noah tormenting him for the last hour. 

Noah hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head two more times and then Adam was coming hard down his throat. He heard the tiny aborted cough and felt a little bad, well, he wanted to feel bad anyway. That had to count for something. This time Noah did pinch his thigh hard enough to make him wince, but he also licked him clean, then tucked him away in his pants before emerging from his blanket cocoon. 

He was a mess, face red and sweaty, lips swollen, cheeks stained with tears. He dragged in heaving breaths as Adam dipped his head to kiss him lightly, too fucked out to do much more than that. Only after his high had worn off, did he sliphis hand beneath the blanket, opening Noah’s jeans one-handed. Noah gripped his wrist tightly, shaking his head. 

“No, you don’t have to,” he whispered. 

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell him he wanted to when he felt the wetness in his underwear. Adam smirked, brow arching when Noah’s face collapsed. He was embarrassed. He’d come just from blowing him. Well, most likely from rubbing his hard little cock against the rough fabric of the bed while blowing him, but that didn’t make it any less hot. 

He pressed his lips to Noah’s ear. “Did you come in your pants like a needy little slut? Did you hump the bed in front of an entire theater while you choked on my cock?” 

Noah gave a jerky nod, still not meeting his gaze. Adam squeezed his oversensitive cock, then began to stroke him. Noah whimpered from the oversensitivity even as he pressed his ear closer to Adam’s lips, desperate for the filthy things he whispered. 

Adam continued to stroke him, realizing he was hardening in his sticky grip. “When I get you home, I’m going to strip you down, tie you to the bed, stuff your greedy little hole full of your favorite vibrating plug, and then I’m gonna spank you raw. I’m not going to stop no matter how much you cry, no matter how much you beg. The only way your getting out of this tonight is if you fucking safe word.” 

Noah whimpered, fucking up into Adam’s tightened fist. “Please,” he breathed. “I want that. I want that so badly.” 

Adam’s laugh was cruel. “Of course you do. Such a little slut. Look at you, already half-hard and fucking my fist in a crowded theater. It’s hardly a punishment when you love it so much, huh? One of these days I’m going to punish you wish something you don’t want. I’m going to make you cry in pain instead of pleasure. I’m gonna push you past your limits and see how much you can really take.” 

“H-How?” he whispered, hips working desperately. “What would you do?” 

Adam’s own cock twitched, trying desperately to rally. Noah’s refractory periods was impressive. Adam hesitated for only a moment, wondering if he should play this card now, tonight? Or save this secret for another time? 

In the end, it was too good an opportunity to waste. 

“I’ll do that thing you’re always reading about in your web comics and fanfics. The ones you don’t think I see.” Noah’s breath caught, a tiny whimper escaping. Adam bit his earlobe hard. “You think I don’t see how many times you return to those episodes that have sounding?” 

Noah’s nails dug into Adam’s thigh, hips jerking. “Wh-what?” he managed. 

“Are you gonna deny it?” Noah gave a jerky shake of his head. “I never would have pegged you for that particular fetish. Though I guess it wasn’t listed under hard limits so maybe I should have.” 

Adam worked his cock faster, getting a sick charge out of the way Noah’s breath hitched. He was scared. He was embarrassed. He definitely thought this little kink of his was something he would take to the grave. But Adam didn’t believe in secrets, especially not between spouses. 

“Is it something you fantasize about? Do you want to try it? Do you think you’d like it? Maybe you just like the idea of it. Which part is it that turns you on the most? The pain? How taboo it is? Do you have a secret medical kink I don’t know about? Do you just want to be stuffed in every hole at once?” 

Noah’s breath hitched and he stifled a moan, coming into Adam’s fist a second time. Adam stared at him in shock. Had he come just from that alone? God, he was such a little freak. Adam loved that about him. 

When he looked at Noah’s face there were tears on his cheeks. Adam pressed his cum covered fingers past Noah’s lips, fucking them into his mouth while he sucked them clean. “Are you embarrassed, baby?” 

Noah nodded, tearfully. 

“Don’t be. Its hot. So hot. You know how much I love torturing you…consensually, of course,” he teased, kissing his cheek. It was burning hot. When Noah’s tears didn’t stop, Adam gave him an apologetic look, using his thumbs to wipe his tears. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to tease you. We all have our weird things. Do you want to go home or finish watching the movies?” 

“I want to finish watching the movies.” 

Adam smiled. “Okay, but you have to stop crying.” 

“Everyone’s crying, its a sad part,” Noah noted, tone sulky. 

Adam glanced up to see Emma Thompson barely holding it together as she held a CD in her hands. “Okay, that’s fair, but you being sad is making me feel weird in my stomach, like an itch I can’t scratch. Tell me what I have to do to make you feel better? Do you want a back massage when we get home? A foot rub? A-Another dog?” 

Noah’s eyes lit up. Adam mentally kicked himself. He fell for this shit every time. At this rate they were going to have to get licensed as some kind of sanctuary. 

Adam huffed out a sigh. “Fine. Is that all?” 

“And I want a coke slushie…and peanut M&M’s,” Noah said, giving a delicate sniff that was definitely just to make Adam feel like an asshole. 

“Okay, baby. I got you.” 

He left Noah cuddled in the bed, walking into the lobby with a stupid smile on his face. Sure, he’d embarrassed Noah just a little, but it had clearly turned him on. He’d come a second time in like half an hour. That was amazing. Noah had no reason to hide things from Adam. He’d give him anything. He’d do anything. Hell, if he wanted to tie Adam up and shove a rod in his dick, he’d take it. Hell, he’d probably even like it. He’d do all of that and more for Noah. 

Even a goddamn dog sanctuary. 

Adam whistled all the way to the concession stand.