The New Stranger Part I

While the traliers played before the film, and Ashleigh sat with he delightful figure straight, the new---and, as usual, temporary---object of his care-free and fanciful desire was entering the darkened room, and began climbing the stairs searching out a good place to watch from. As he took that first step upwards, he instantly felt the presence of someone who might prove to be rather enjoyable waiting for him unaware. His hot blood thickened in his athletic chest and a bright flush of yearning swelled instantly inside him, and then he noticed the blonde boy sat towards the back of the room, and he saw what his body had been enthusiastically alerting him to. As the man's eyes began to seek out Ashleigh's qualities, the attention they paid to him did not go unnoticed. Ashleigh felt the eyes moving over the sweet skin on his face, his neck, and downwards onto his shoulders.

He just revelled in the attention for a moment, allowing the man to look at him unhindered, and then he touched his shoulder lightly and looked in the direction the interest might be coming from. His eyes moved towards the stairs, he saw movement, and then his eyes were locked by the man walking in his direction.

'Oh my Lord!' Ashleigh thought. 'I bet he'd be just yummy spread on a cracker...'

He looked for a further moment. The sexy stranger was wearing soft navy blue jogging trousers and a slim white t-shirt that left just a little of his phisique to the imagination. Without much fuss, Ashleigh looked down towards the ground for a moment, and then towards the screen again; playing it nonchalant; playing it cool. It took more than pretty brown eyes and a well-dressed sportsman's physique to impress him. Granted it certainly helped, but there was more substance to an impressive man than that. And here it came...

As the man walked upwards, Ashleigh mulled over the darkened figure he'd seen. His chest was sculpted, with a crease that led from the base of his pectorals right up towards his collar. His sides and arms bulged a little underneath the light material, his shoulder muscles filled out the t-shirt nicely, and his forearms looked strong and powerful. Ashleigh hadn't had a glimpse at the back, so he did the only thing that was right in such circumstances: he filled in the blanks. Just as he was undressing the man in his imagination, his heart fluttered. Was he walking right towards Ashleigh? Yes, he was. The pleasant daydream was abandoned for now (definitely saved for later, though), and was replaced by a nervous excitement. He was sure that the man would pick a seat away from him and sit soon, He kept coming, now just a few seats away, and continued towards the boy.

"May I sit next to you?" spoke a deep but warm voice. Ashleigh felt those eyes again.

"Go ahead" he replied, and looked up at the man's face and smiled. The man sat in the seat next to him, their shoulders almost brushing.

The man turned to face him again. "My name's Jamie" he said. He gave the blond boy a flattering once-over with his brown eyes.

"Ashleigh" was the reply, and Ashleigh turned to face him just as his eyes were travelling back up his body, he blushed a bit and turned back towards the screen as the film began.

The screen room wasn't entirely deserted; the few people and couples who littered the seating area were in front of them, and out of earshot. It seemed as though they were left to their own devices, out of sight and with the slightest veil of privacy that the most secluded public spot can afford, they began watching.

The opening scenes were dark and brooding, and they quickly filled those watching with tension. A panic-stricken girl runs down a narrow muddy pathway between thick trees that stretched along a river. It is dark and cold, and a breeze blows ripples into the black water. The girl---feeling her persuer right behind---looks over her shoulder and sees him in the reflection on the water, his image twisted and contorted by the breeze. It's not clear at first what he's carrying in his hand, but within a moment of being revealed, the figure lunges forward and prepares to strike with it. It's a hooked knife, its large blade flashes in the moonlight and it glides through the night air towards the girl, and she screams...

A violent stab of music embellished the scream, making Ashleigh jump, and he grabbed out towards Jamie, his hand grabbing hold of the man's muscley thigh, gripping it gently. At first he felt safe, then a little turned on, then he couldn't tell whether he felt more protected or aroused. Then the scene cut away, and there was just the pair of them sat next to each other, Ashleigh's hand grabbing this barely known man's thigh. Now he was a little embarrassed. He let his hand linger for a moment, then slid it sideways and off the leg. It wasn't long, though, until Jamie felt it necessary to return the compliment. He slowly reached out and placed his hand on his neighbour's leg, and rubbed his hand up and down slowly, luxuriously, feeling and touching and imagining. Ashleigh looked at the hand touching him, felt the big hand pressing his jeans against his soft warm skin, and looked towards him. He was watching the screen, his hand guided only by touch, and Ashleigh reached out and wrapped his fingers around the top of the man's forearm. He kept expecting his fingers and thumb to meet at the back of the arm, but it was too big, and his fingers weren't long eoungh. His hand rested on Jamie's arm, gripping it as best he could, and sighed as he let the warm sensation of pleasure that rubbed up and down his leg cover his body like a silk cloak.

After barely another moment of this sensation, Jamie stopped and lifted his hand away from Ashleigh's leg, removing the sensation almost as quickly as he had stirred it up. His forearm slid back away towards his chair, his rough skin sliding over Ashleigh's fingertips, and then it stopped moving. The palm of the boy's hand was pressed against the back of Jamie's, and Ashleigh curled his fingers between his, holding his hand tenderly. A pang of intimacy gripped them both, and Jamie pulled Ashleigh's hand back towards his char, towards his leg again. Now it was Ashleigh's turn to provide the pleasure...

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