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Nope!

[He wraps his arm firmly around Bruno's, pulling him in close. Fortunately for his Italian boyfriend, they're just going down the street towards the theater-- and, thanks to Fugo and Dave, there's even a path cleared.]

But I think you'll like it.

[And in the meantime, he gets to walk with Bruno in the snow. Polnareff tips his head back, beaming up at the stars.]

Come on. This isn't so bad, right? You've got me to cling to, you've got some new clothes to keep you warm, you've got a surprise coming in about a block . . . you can't tell me you're miserable.

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[Bruno opens his mouth to disagree, but those are some pretty good things. He likes being close to Polnareff and he likes the new clothes he got. And he trusts Polnareff knows not to drag Bruno outside for no reason. So, whatever he's planning on surprising Bruno with is bound to be good. Bruno closes his mouth, crinkling his nose for a moment.]

Not completely, no. [...Dammit.] But it's still too fucking cold outside, Jean.

[Just because those are nice things does not suddenly make it tolerable weather conditions, okay.]

[silvercrusader]

[He barks out a laugh, startled and pleased to hear that curse.]

Poor Bruno! We're nearly there, you poor thing-- oh, he suffers, he suffers, and what a saint he is--

[They really do live close to the theater, and so soon Polnareff is tugging them inside. It's dark, of course, but it's also startlingly empty. The stage has been swept, as have the aisles. The piano Fugo so loves is still there, of course, but it's been pushed to the side, half-hidden behind the large white screen that hangs from the rafters. Closer inspection will reveal the screen is, in fact, two white sheets stitched together, ironed out and stretched as wide as they'll go.

Sit here, Polnareff says, steering Bruno towards a seat midway in the theater. Then he's disappeared, retreating back through the doors to head upstairs. Bruno will be able to hear him moving about, talking quietly to himself. There's a few metal thunks, a cranking noise, a whirrr, and then--

A flickering image appears on the screen. Polnareff huffs a laugh and hurries back down, skidding back in and hopping in next to Bruno just as the picture begins.]

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[Being inside again is honestly a treat in of itself due to the aforementioned and complained about cold outside. But he is curious what Polnareff is up to, turning in his seat a little when he hears Polnareff messing with... something. It becomes much more apparent what that something is when the image pops up on the screen.]

[At first, it's only disbelief. Bruno's been here for over a year now, and the technology's always been incredibly limited. The notion of more modern luxuries being sustainable like this had long-since been abandoned in his mind, but there's no denying that's Casablanca on the screen right now. Bruno turns a little in his seat to look at Polnareff.]

Where did you get this?

[silvercrusader]

Sold my damn soul down at the Emporium for it.

[It actually wasn't all that hard, but whatever! Polnareff is beaming, practically vibrating in his seat, beyond excited. Excited for all of it, really: excited to be here, excited to share this with Bruno, excited for Bruno's reaction, excited to be sharing something so mundane and wonderful as a romantic film with his boyfriend.]

You like it? I'm gonna open it up to the public next week, but I wanted to show you first. I wanted us to get to have the whole place to ourselves for the first time.

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As far as over-the-top romantic gestures are concerned? [Bruno tips his head a little, seeming to consider it before he leans in, kissing Polnareff sweetly.] If you hadn't won me over before, you would now.

[A+ wooing. 11/10. Would date again.]

[silvercrusader]

Oh, good.

[He laughs as he says it and lifts an arm, inviting Bruno to snuggle in close. Good, and he's still beaming, pleased this has gone so well. Pollywood still has a bit to go, but if tonight's any indication, it'll be a rousing success.]

There's a bunch more films in back, but I figured something like this'd be best. You've seen it before, right?

[--right?]

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[Bruno barely even needs the invitation, nestling in close. The sound of Polnareff's laugh is a good one. Bruno thinks even if he didn't like this — the empty theater with just the two of them before anyone else gets a chance — that would certainly would be enough of a bright side to push anyway any negativity.]

Mmhm. [He smiles up at Polnareff.] Why do I get the feeling we're not going to see much of the movie tonight?

[silvercrusader]

Hey, hey. I'll do my best to keep my hands to myself if you really wanna watch it.

[Certainly they'll watch parts of it. It's a genuinely good movie, and it's been nearly a year since Polnareff's gotten to see a film of any kind. On the other hand . . . Polnareff slips his hand beneath the collar of Bruno's shirt, grinning as he does.]

Though if you wanna crawl into my lap, darling, I'm not gonna argue.

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[Bruno laughs softly. Polnareff is clearly doing a great job doing his best at keeping his hands to himself already. Still, Bruno leans over to kiss him. They're feather light at first, little promises of maybe. But as he reaches over to hold Polnareff's cheek with his hand, he kisses him a little harder until he pulls away, biting at Polnareff's lip.]

I think I'll wait a little while.

[silvercrusader]

You're such a tease.

[He grumbles that as he settles in, burying his face against the top of Bruno's head. His mouth still aches, and beneath Bruno's shirt, his fingers curl. He's not going to pull his hands back entirely.]

Once you crawl into my lap, you better be ready to stay there. I'm not letting you go.

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[Bruno purses his lips a little to keep from laughing at Polnareff, his hand resting on Polnareff's arm to stroke it with his thumb.]

Who says I'll want to leave, hm? That's my spot.

[silvercrusader]

Damn right.

[He huffs that against his hair and turns, resting his cheek there. Positioned like this, he gets both Bruno and to watch the film, so really, everything is coming up Polnareff.]

See, that's the right way to christian this theater. Definitely kick off the whole project in the right spirit.

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By making out in the dark like a pair of horny teenagers?

[Note: that's not a complaint.]

[silvercrusader]

Why stop at making out? We've got the place to ourselves, darling.

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Jean!

[silvercrusader]

Oh, yeah, because you were really just thinking of making out-- don't act like you don't want to ride me, Bruno, I know you better than that.

[He tightens his arm, just in case Bruno thinks of pulling away.]

Don't make me wait til summer to try and convince you to let me fuck you in public.

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This is what I get for letting you get away with as much as you do in the kitchen.

[Well, fine. If he won't let Bruno pull away, Bruno will just pinch his side instead.]

You're not fucking me in public.

[silvercrusader]

Oww--

[They're most definitely missing the first part of the movie now, but that's all right. He grabs for that offending hand, trying to trap it in place.]

Why not! Give me one good reason-- I bet you can't.

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[Bruno lets him catch his hand, but he gestures to the seats with his free hand.]

Comfort, for one.

[silvercrusader]

[Bruno's not wrong: the seats are fairly old and not particularly well padded, but Polnareff refuses to acknowledge that. If you didn't have sex every time you came up on some little problem, nobody would ever have sex.]

You'd be on my dick, I don't know why you're worried about the seats. But, [he says, and leans down, nipping the shell of Bruno's ear,] I'll fuck you against the wall if you're so worried.

Next reason.

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[Oh no. Bruno sees what Polnareff is trying to do with that move. Even if he spares a quick glance at the wall out of the corner of his eye, he tilts his head away.]

It'd make a mess.

[silvercrusader]

[Hah. Polnareff smirks at the screen, perfectly content to allow Bruno to tip his head away. He's still got an arm around him, his hand slipped into his shirt, so he's doing perfectly well.]

Not that much of one. And it's not like I don't have paper towels around here.

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[Bruno rolls his eyes at that smug little smirk.]

You haven't actually said anything to persuade me.

[silvercrusader]

I'd make it feel good.

[He says it idly, his fingers curling and uncurling against his skin.]

I'd make you feel fantastic, Bruno, you know I would. I'd blow you first, [and he leans down, nosing against the side of his head, kissing him,] use my mouth on you, lick you and suck on you, starting and stopping until you were dying to come. Til I had your legs shaking, begging me in Italian to keep going. Promising me just about anything if I'd just get you off.

Then I'd fuck you. Your feet wouldn't touch the floor until you'd come twice. You're right, you know: it would be messy. You'd be a wreck at the end of it, and god, but you'd look so beautiful afterwards.