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[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.

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[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.

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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.

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[While he's speaking, Bruno keeps his eyes mostly on the screen. But his gaze does, on occasion, drift over to Polnareff out of the corner of his eye. Bruno's hand drifts over Polnareff's neck and cheek to cradle the back of his head.]

Those are pretty big promises, Jean. And nothing you couldn't do to me at home.

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[He hums softly, but stays still. He'll let Bruno set the pace, perfectly content to be teased.]

You don't think there's something extra to doing it in public?

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Isn't the thrill supposed to be the chance of getting caught? [Bruno tips his head to one side. Oh, is that his neck that's exposed?] Technically, we have a greater chance of that happening at home than we do here right now, don't you think?

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[Oh, hello. It takes a little shifting, but soon he's got enough room that he can duck down, kissing the crook of his neck.]

I mean, if you want me to fuck you in the kitchen, Bruno, all you have to do is ask.

[He scrapes his teeth pointedly, his mouth curved into a smirk.]

But I dunno if I agree. We might have to test it out. Fuck you here and then fuck you home, see which one gets you off faster.

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[Bruno inhales a little sharper at the teeth on his neck.]

We are not doing anything in the kitchen, Jean.

[Food is made in there. Don't be unsanitary.]

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The dining room? The shooting range-- ah, that's where, the place is soundproof, it'd be perfect--

[He murmurs that against his skin. A moment, and then:]

Just pick your place, darling. I'll fuck you in any room and every room.

[Ilsa and Rick really deserve more attention than they're being paid right now, Polnareff thinks dimly, but he's got more important things to focus on right now. He nips firmly at the crook of his neck, his tongue darting out to soothe the spot a moment later. There'll be a mark there soon if he's not careful, and oh, what a terrible outcome that would be.]

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[Bruno's fingers toy with the hair at the nape of Polnareff's neck for a moment before his hand slips away. He curls his fingers instead in the center of Polnareff's shirt to give him some leverage to shift away, taking away Polnareff's leave a mark. At least for now.]

I think what you mean to say is you'd fuck me anywhere, anytime I wanted.

[He leans in, kissing Polnareff hungrily. As they kiss, his hand lets go of Polnareff's shirt to run along his inner thigh to hold his knee.]

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[He's getting conflicting signals here, he really is, but that's part of the fun of it. Polnareff whines into the kiss, his legs spreading pointedly, not daring to truly hope he's actually going to get any kind of action. He won't. He definitely won't, not til the credits roll, but it's fun to be teased.]

Well, yeah.

[Admitted just a touch breathlessly, and murmured against his mouth.]

Anywhere, anytime, any way, Bruno--

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Alright. Then I want you, [Bruno murmurs between kisses with a growing smile,] to fuck me.

[He pauses to nip at Polnareff's lip, tugging until it slips from between his teeth.]

After the movie. [A lighter, teasing kiss as his hand starts to slide back up his thigh again.] In my bedroom.

[Aaaand Bruno takes his hand back, pulling away to settle back into his seat again.]

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[It's nothing he didn't expect, but still Polnareff whines in disappointment. His trousers are just a touch too tight as he settles back, pouting at the screen. Rick's only just found Ilsa again. They've got ages to go, and it's not like he doesn't want to watch the film, but Christ.

He lets a few lines pass, just long enough for them both to settle in. Polnareff kicks his feet up, settling them on the seat in front of them, and remarks idly:]

I am going to fuck you in the shooting range. Don't think you get out of that entirely.

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[Bruno reaches for one of Polnareff's hands to play with his fingers.]

As long as you've given up on the kitchen finally.

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For now.

[Oh, that's nice. It's not as good as Bruno stroking his leg, but it's very nice. Polnareff scrunches his fingers, curling them in response. It's very, very nice, and it's also about to end, he thinks, as he adds:]

Finally, he says, like I've been begging to eat his ass instead of dinner--

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[Polnareff's prediction is correct. Without looking, Bruno tries to cover Polnareff's mouth with his hand instead.]

Sssshhh!

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[He laughs against his hand and tips his head back, nipping pointedly at those fingers. But all right, all right: he'll be quiet for the time being. Not the entire movie-- that's just impossible-- but for a little while longer, at least. And with that acceptance, Polnareff settles down properly this time, his head resting atop Bruno's, his arm firm around his boyfriend's shoulders.]

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[Bruno snuggles in once Polnareff's settled, tucking his legs up underneath him. His hand finds his way back to Polnareff's again eventually, too, and it's only a few moments after that he starts playing with Polnareff's fingers again. After a while, he pulls Polnareff's arm temporarily tighter around his shoulders to kiss his knuckles.]

[This is good, too. He likes all the noise and energy Polnareff has brought into his life. The teasing and the laughter, it's all great. But every so often, they fall quiet like this, and it's great, too. Being close and being present, feeling the warmth of Polnareff's hand and the solidity of his side pressed against him with nothing else to distract from that. He knows it won't last forever though, so he turns his head to kiss Polnareff's cheek, close to his ear, and murmurs,]

Ti amo, luce dei miei occhi.

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[Polnareff actually sighs at that, perfectly content. He's not terribly good at quiet moments, truth be told, and they both know it. He's just not built for them. So when he actually manages it, it makes those moments all the more special. There's something uniquely wonderful about sitting in this theater, Bruno snuggled up next to him, doing nothing more than sharing a movie together.]

I love you.

[It's why he does things like this, really. It's not to impress Bruno, or somehow score points. It's just because he loves him, and he loves movies, and he wants to share something he loves with the person he loves, because that makes it all the better.

He'll be quiet again in a moment. But first he has to add:]

I hope you're ready for me to quote this at you all month.

[At least it's a nice change from the Godfather and sports films.]

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[Bruno laughs quietly as he settles back in.]

If it gives me a break from your Marlon Brando impression for a month, I'll take it.

[He goes right back to playing with Polnareff's fingers.]

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You love my Marlon Brando impressions. You love all my impressions.

[They're teasing one another, to be sure, but Polnareff isn't talking quite as loudly as he usually does. He wants to try and preserve this quiet moment, even as they talk in it.]

You wouldn't like me reading so much if you hated my impressions.

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You can't make me admit to anything.

[Which really just means he's guilty as charged.]

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I can make you do a lot of things, mon amour.

[But not right now, and Polnareff leans over, kissing the top of Bruno's head chastely.

He manages to stay quiet for a good while longer, which is admirable. It isn't until they're halfway through the movie, Victor leading the bar in a triumphant refrain of Les Marseillais, that Polnareff squirms again: shifting against Bruno, nosing against him a little more.]

My maman grew up right during all this. I mean, Papa too, but she was the one who talked about it more. I wish . . . I didn't understand it, back then. She'd talk about how Sher and I didn't realize what we had, how hard life used to be, stuff like that. How lucky I was that I could mouth off all the time and not get hurt.

[It's an idle fact, more trivia than anything. Maybe a film that centered in part around the French resistance movement wasn't the best idea for a man already homesick, but he's still glad he chose it.

That fact, too, makes him think about the fact that by all rights, he's a good deal older than Bruno. Not really, not right now, but at the same time . . . Bruno's parents grew up right about when Polnareff himself had been born. His parents had grown up at the tail end of the second world war. They're nearly a generation apart, and most times that doesn't really impact them, but sometimes it strikes him keenly.]