CHAPTER 47: ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE ME HOME NOW?

"Oh, yes!" The moaning is loud as it blares from the hidden speakers. On the large screen, a shirtless woman rides her boyfriend’s dick, unaware of the killer watching from the window behind them. Leo’s face burns as he avoids looking at the lady’s bouncing breasts. He glances at Max, wondering if he’s feeling as uncomfortable as he is.

Max doesn’t look as affected though. If anything, the alpha looks bored with it all, his chin in his hand and his lips set in a frown.

Pressing his lips together, Leo turns back to the giant screen. He shouldn’t be so surprised that the scene is lewd, but the moans and graphic content sends his nerves wracking. Maybe he should have picked an action movie instead.

He sucks in a breath when Max places a large hand on his upper thigh. His pinky brushes the part where his thigh and hips meet, but when Leo glances at him, the alphas focus is still focused on the screen. Only he doesn’t look as bored as he did before. His lips are parted, his tongue slicking against the corner of his lip.

Leo’s breath shakes as the couple on the scene reaches a peak. He glances down at the couple that sits near the bottom, but even they are so engrossed by the smut.

Leo glances down at the fingers that trace a pattern onto his inner thigh. The sudden high pitched cry catches him off guard and Max’s hand tightens around him.

Max glances over, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He clenches his jaw and then leans down to whisper into Leo’s ear, his lips brushing the outer shell.

"Sorry." His voice is a low and husky whisper, his breath warm against the skin of Leo’s skin.

The omega tries to act unaffected, but when Max kisses the skin behind his ear he whimpers, the sound quiet between the sounds of the killer murdering the couple that was just having sex.

Is he apologizing for the graphic sex and murder scene? Or for how horrible of a horror movie this is? Or for something else entirely? Before Leo can voice his thoughts, Max grabs Leo’s hand and pulls him up from his seat. The bag of popcorn falls, making a mess on the floor.

Max pulls Leo out of the theater, his grip tight and his strides full of purpose.

"Wh-where?" Leo gasps. He sees the bathroom sign, and his eyes widen. Are they going to have a quickie in there? However, Max walks past it. Leo pouts at gus back, so no quickie then?

They leave the movie theater and enter the parking lot. When they reach Max’s car, the alpha opens the back seat. He climbs in, tugging Leo in after him. The door slams shut, and he pulls Leo onto his lap.

The omega blinks down at him, his pheromones perfuming the small space. His scent of sweetened pumpkins and wet leaves is thick and heavy.

"Fuck," Max pushes his face into the Leo’s neck, his nose firm against the gland that secrets the smell, and takes a deep breath. "I love the way you smell." He licks a thick stripe up the column of Leo’s throat and shudders from beneath him. His hips buck upward, his hardness grinding into the curve of Leo’s ass.

The omega moans, his hips pushing downward in an attempt for more.

"Fuck, I need to stop." Max whispers, his breath growing heavy as the two dry hump each other. "I really don’t want to fuck you in the back of my car." He ends the sentence with a chuckle. His hands grip Leo’s ass, his fingers digging into the fabric of his pants before he pulls his cheeks apart. It doesn’t work well, Leo’s pants are too tight and the fabric isn’t stretchy enough. A sound of frustration escapes his chest, and pushes Leo harder down against him.

The omega gasps, his chest flushing against the alphas as his legs spread further apart.

*And on our first date no less." Max continues to mutter into Leo’s ear.

Leo shakes his head, his arms wrapping around the back of Max’s neck when he attempts to pull away from him, "N-no!" He stutters through a gasp. "I don’t care, just do it."

Max groans, his hand slipping to the front. He fumbles with the button on his pants, and when it finally comes undone, he doesn’t hesitate to slip his hand inside. He wraps his thick fingers around the omega’s cock and slides his palm up and down the warmth of his skin. Leo’s jaw drops, his hips jerking forward as Max rubs the tip with his thumb.

"No." Max growls, "I made a promise." He whispers, his hot breath fanning against Leo’s collar bone. He glances down, his green eyes hooded with want, Leo’s pink and pretty cock leaking onto his hand. "Not yet." He repeats the last words, more to himself than anything. "Soon." he murmurs. He tightens his grip and Leo shudders on top of him.

"Oh," Leo moans, his voice low and sensual as his body tenses. He humps into Max’s hand and cum jets out from him.

Max breathes in Leo’s scent like it’s his own personal drug, loving the way he shudders above him. When Leo is done climaxing, he slumps onto Max’s chest and sighs. The alpha chuckles, the sound full of satisfaction, and he releases Leo’s cock. He lifts his sticky hand to his mouth and licks the goo off of his skin, his eyes glued to the man laying against him.

"Leo," Max whispers, "Will you be my omega?"

Leo blinks, the sound of Max’s racing heart loud against his ear. Is he nervous? The thought makes him smile. Leo hums, his body languid and soft. "Yes." He murmurs, the word so soft that it’s almost inaudible. "Only if you’ll be my alpha."

Max bites his lip as a smile raises his cheeks. He tightens his grip around Leo in a hug, "I’ve been yours since I walked into that restaurant." He murmurs. They settle into a comfortable silence, bathing in each other’s pheromones.

"Are you going to take me home now?" Leo whispers into the now quiet car.

Max’s gaze is glued to his lips. He lifts Leo’s head by the chin and he licks into the omega’s mouth. Leo can taste himself on Max’s tongue, a salty twist from the sweet popcorn he was eating in the theater.

"No." Max murmurs as he pulls away. "Dinner." He clears his throat and quirks a side of his lips up. "I want to take you to dinner too."