It was a stupid idea. Every logical part of his body told him, he should turn around and go to bed instead. Stupidly, mother nature never intended for logic to hold control in certain situations. The butterflies that rampaged in his stomach had long decided there was no turning back.

Strangely enough, the whole of Mistdale seemed to have prepared the perfect atmosphere for another horror movie in the town cinema. Not only had the famous mist started to cover the city and its surroundings, there also was a raven sitting on the branch of the tree beside Ciaran’s window. 

It wasn’t the only raven he encountered while walking towards the cinema. Even now and then, when he looked up to another tree, there was on sitting there. Had they had as many ravens in the city before? He liked the birds thanks to their association with many horror stories, yet he rarely saw one in Mistdale. 

Was it strange that he dressed up for meeting someone he didn’t even know? Or rather, at least he didn’t know who exactly it was. Clinging onto his leather jacket as if it was an armor for unwanted developments, he put one leather boot for the other, striding into the cinema.

Thanks to it being Monday evening, there were rarely people inside the cinema. A few people had seated themselves in the back, but most seats stayed empty. Ciaran sat himself into the armchair, focusing onto the screen. What now? There was no one in any seats around him, nor behind him. Had the mysterious writer waited for him to come? He might have watched him while entering the cinema.

A strange thought that someone monitored him. He still couldn’t help pondering who sent the letter to him. How did that someone find out about Ciaran’s cinema fantasies? That was still the biggest mystery. Finding out he was a fan of horror movies wasn’t difficult. Many in school knew that fact and were aware he loved Halloween more than some official holidays.

The commercials started, so he leaned back into the seat, his neck touching the armchair’s border. For a long time, nothing seemed to happen. Some people seated themselves in the room before the actual movie started, but it didn’t seem as if anyone planned to seat behind him. Had he gotten up his hopes for nothing?

The sender might have gotten cold feet in the end. If it were someone who was too shy to disclose his identity, that seemed likely. Well, getting a free horror movie wasn’t bad either, so he started to focus on the beginning plot instead.

Ciaran enjoyed himself with the movie. The story wasn’t the most innovative, yet there was some nicely implemented scenes with countless small surprises for the viewers. As one of the few survivors ran for his life on screen, he suddenly felt someone’s breath beside his ear. 

A warm sensation that sent a shiver down his spine. Heated lips touched the pavilion of his ear, gently enclosing it in between. A tiny, teasing bite followed, releasing a lightning bolt right into Ciaran’s loins. 

Ciaran pressed his hand to his mouth reflexively to suppress the upcoming surprised sound. He was so focused on the movie itself, that he hadn’t noticed someone seating himself behind him. 

The stranger didn’t leave him the chance to sort his feelings. While he watched one of the protagonists fighting against the creature, the foreign lips explored his ear thoroughly, moving towards his neck. Along with a hand, that sneaked between the armchairs to lay itself onto his stomach. 

Ciaran’s heart beat so fast and the butterflies in his stomach turned into excited hummingbirds. The scent of aftershave reached his nostrils, while the radiating heat from behind demanded his entire attention. He actually came! And he was serious on giving him what he imagined! 

He had just enough time to realize that, before he bit his under lip to keep himself from emitting revealing sounds. The man behind him started to nibble on his neck, changing from small teasing bites to engraving actual love bites on his neck. 

Ciaran heard his blood rush to his head while the stranger’s hand conquered the land beneath his pullover. He felt him exploring every inch of his naked skin. Yet, at the same time, he was careful, as if he didn’t wish to scare off the young boy in his arms.

The heat accumulated, burning every reasoning and logic that was left in Ciaran’s brain. This was far better than he ever had imagined, the excitement! Not only that, that stranger behind him knew exactly how to leave his marks to turn on a partner. Or was Ciaran just so simple to read?

The hand continued its conquest, slowly but steady, exploiting the land beneath his belt. He was so distracted from all the kisses that he hadn’t even noticed the second hand opening his trousers until then. 

Ciaran grasped for air, digging his nails into the armrests with his hand, while keeping his voice down with the other. The fight in the movie intensified right as the mysterious man’s hand reached its destination, gently enveloping his member. 

Had Ciaran thought he knew heat before, he was disabused soon. His body melted in the unknown touches, sending more impulses through his body. As the hand started moving, caressing his penis, thinking stopped completely. He crinkled his toes in his shoes, digging his nails deeper into the armrests. 

His whole body shook with emotions overtaxing him. He heard the stranger chuckle beside his ear. A somber tune, bringing the hot breath in waves to his neck. 

At this moment, he realized he was literally completely in the stranger’s hands. Sure, he remembered the safeword he had written him, but even if he had wanted – and he clearly didn't – he was far too gone to use it. 

It wasn’t just the sensations taking that over him, but also their denial. Whenever he felt like he’d burst at any moment, the man beside him varied the pressure on the tip of his member slightly. As if he could read, how he had to play him, to keep the party going longer. 

As the final scene rolled over the screen, climaxing in the last protagonist defeating the monster, he finally allowed Ciaran to have his relief.

The feelings were so intensive that his whole body shook on the waves rushing through his flesh. His breathing didn’t stabilize for a long time. The stranger kept going until the last impulse in his loins left, still caressing his neck. 

The stranger used a handkerchief to clean him, before releasing him from his grip. A last gentle kiss on his ear, signaling a goodbye. 

Even if Ciaran hadn’t remembered actually that he was supposed to wait and count for a specific number, he was so overwhelmed by his emotions that he couldn’t turn around nor follow the stranger in time. It happened. It actually happened! 

The heat intensified on his cheeks as he hurriedly closed his trouser.