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caught her in an affectionate mood.
    A night scene came up, leaving the theater
fractionally darker. Simon took the opportunity to openly look at
Dirk sidelong, though he was careful to not turn his head. After a
moment of thought, greatly daring, he stretched in his seat --
pushing against Dirk's hand once more -- and let his hand dangle
off the arm of his theater seat, so his fingers were just above the
curve of Dirk's thigh in the chair. His heart was pounding in his
chest. All he had to do was stretch just a little further, and
they'd be touching ...
    And then Dirk himself moved, his leg coming up to
bump against Simon's fingers. He almost yelped aloud, but instead
sucked in a quick hiccuping breath. Haley leaned forwards him, her
face concerned in the illumination from the movie. Simon waved a
hand, gesturing weakly at the popcorn in his lap. She rolled her
eyes but smiled, pressing her cup into his hand and giving him an
expectant look. He ducked his head briefly, taking just the tip of
the straw in his mouth and sucking a quick sip. Part of him wanted
to believe he could taste something more than the too-sweet cola
even as he handed it back to her and settled into his seat again.
Once he was, he glanced at Dirk again, and caught the movement of
Dirk's head turning away. It was impossible to tell in the dimness,
but Simon half-wondered if he was blushing.
    More importantly, though, Dirk's leg was still
raised, pressing lightly against Simon's fingers. He pushed back
just a little, once and then twice, the cautious tiny gestures of a
cat kneading. In profile, Dirk's expression never changed, but his
leg pushed back, as if in encouragement.
    Something onscreen was exploding. Simon shifted just
a little closer towards Dirk, inching his hand out bit by small
bit, until the top ridge of his palm hit the top of Dirk's thigh,
and his fingers curled inwards. He bit his lip, trying to keep his
breathing steady. All he could feel was denim, but it was warm, too
-- almost hot, in fact, more than he would have expected just from
touching another person. His face also burned -- but Dirk's
expression never changed, so he struggled to do the same with his
own.
    What if he let his hand move up just a little more?
he wondered. Was there any way he could pretend to casually run his
fingers along the inner seam of Dirk's jeans, unsure of what he'd
find at the end of it -- hardness? Or nothing?
    Torn by the indecision, he found himself unable to
move, even to take his hand away, staying like that for the rest of
the movie, through more explosions and shouting fights, until the
lead swept his assigned lady into a dramatic kiss and another wide
panoramic shot and voiceover before the credits began to roll. As
he started to move, though, Dirk caught his wrist with a
surprisingly firm grip. He paused, finally looking directly at
him.
    "There's usually stuff after the credits too," Dirk
said. He smiled, but there was something edged in that; his thumb
was pressed against the soft skin of Simon's inner arm, and it
moved in a wide sweep. "We should stay for that."
    "It doesn't take that long," Haley agreed, and Simon
was embarrassed at how surprised he was at the sound of her voice.
"We'll also avoid the bigger crowd this way." She stretched after,
and Simon watched her, the way the neckline of her sundress rode
up, then down, briefly showing the line of her bra. "Grocery after
this, right?"
    "I think that's the plan." Dirk leaned toward her, in
front of Simon, and his shoulder brushed against Simon's chest,
hard and solid. He put his hand on her knee, squeezing it, so that
she jerked it away with a squeak, swatting lightly at his hand.
"And then I'll show you spoiled rich kids what sort of good home
cooking you've been missing."
    Simon drew himself up, but Haley just smacked Dirk's
hand again, light as before. "You like us 'spoiled rich kids,'" she
said. "Don't even pretend you don't."
    He caught her hand and tugged it up. With Simon still
caught