The Week

Badd looked Garou over, waking up before the blonde did, and he was sure he wouldn't wake up for a few more hours after last night.
Badd grabbed his wrist and just let go of it, watching it just drop from where he held it.
Yeah, he wasn't waking up for a while.
So Badd continued spooning Garou, looking over and rubbing soothing circles into his wrists, elbows knees and ankles. He slid a finger along his thigh, feeling his sleeping boyfriend's muscle relaxer underneath.
He was cute. When he was sleeping, truely, actually, hard ass sleeping. A sleeping where nobody and nothing can wake you from. Where your relaxed and at peace for just a few hours.
Badd sighed happily, giving light kisses along Garou's shoulder, down to his elbow, gently placing down his arm and sneaking his hand in his boyfriend's.

Garou woke up hours later, groaning and sore. He found his head on Badd's chest, who was talking over the phone.
"I told ya all. It's my break day today. Nothing except emergencies," Badd continued on. Garou resting his head back onto the amazing chest pillow. He felt Badd rub his knuckles in soothing circles as he continued explaining to whoever was on the other side to not bother him and soon, they finally going up. "About damn time," Garou hummed. "How ya feelin?"
"Ugh. Shit," Garou mumbled. He felt a hand go to his lower back and start massaging the area, making him hiss.
"Oh. Le'me get ya some stuff for that," Garou shook his head, humming when Badd stayed. "I'm still gonna get ya something before we leave,"
"Leave? For where?" Garou looked up at him.

"To the movies," Badd answered, moving his hand up to take it through Garou's hair. "It's not like ya can do another round today,"
"I'll be f-"
"Ya hissed when I barely touched ya, Garou. Ya need a break," Garou sighed.
"Fine," Badd lightly bumped his knuckles against Garou's cheek, feeling the blonde rub against it like a cat.
"Promise you'll enjoy it," Garou hummed.

They both went in sweat pants. Garou wearing a hoodie and Badd wearing a loose T-shirt. Garou let Badd handle the tickets, glancing over to see the cashier give them both a look but give them the tickets anyways.
"What was that about?" Garou asked once they were inside.
"What was what?" Badd replied.
"The cashier. For looking at us funny,"
"Oh. Probably for what movie were here to see,"
"And that is?"
"Y'know how we kind of joked about watching a porno at the theatre right?" Garou looked at him.
"We're watching a porno in a room full of people?"
"Yeah," Garou slumped into his seat, glancing up and around. It was mostly men, a few women here and there snickering. "Relax. Ain't nothing gonna happen in here," Garou glared at him, but slumped farther into his seat, arms crossed.

Badd looked over at Garou, who's face was bright red as the scene of two dudes blowing each other played. He had a leg crossed over the other, his arms still crossed over his chest. Badd decided to place a hand on his thigh, his other hand holding his chin as he "watched" the big screen.
Slowly his hand made its way up, feeling Garou's muscles tense underneath.
"Thought ya said nothing happens in here?" Garou whispered.
"And ain't nothin gonna happen in here," Badd replied, not stopping his hand. Garou grabbed it when he touched the head, placing his hand on the seats arm rest, crossing his arms the other way. "Y'know. Yer pretty hard," Badd teased.
"Shut the fuck up," Garou growled. Badd shrugged, his focus leaving his boyfriend for a few.

Garou sighed, arms going to his sides.
"Fine," He said. "Not in here though," Badd nodded, standing up and heading to the alleyway, Garou following behind. Badd pulled his hoodie off and wrapped it around his waist, hiding the very evident tent and then headed off, Garou close behind.
They entered the men's room, and into a single stall.

"Gotta be quiet for this one, Garou," Badd teased as he locked the stall door, sinking to his knees. "Can ya do that?" He looked up, seeing Garou swallow, soon pulling the blondes sweats down, quickly pulling his dick into his mouth.
"Fuck," Garou muttered. Badd looked up to see him biting his hand, eyes closed shut as Badd blew him.

Garou shivered as Badd licked along the underside and along the slit. The two freezing as they heard the bathroom door open.
"That porno wasn't that bad," One man commented.
"It was shit, Jeffery," the other replied.
Garou quickly bit his hand as he felt Badd go back to blowing him, his tongue hitting him in all the places to make him break a sound out. All he had to do was just breathe out his nose and hope those two idiots kept arguing over weather the porno was shit or not to cover up the sounds.
Luckily the two left after doing their buissness, allowing Garou a chance to let out a low moan, Badd giving one in return. It wasn't long before he came down his boyfriend's throat, and the feeling of him swallowing around his limp dick and getting off it with a small 'pop'
"Your a shithead," Garou muttered.
"I'm your shithead though," Badd grinned back, standing up and pulling Garou's sweats back up. "Now let's get out of here,"

Badd and Garou left the stall, freezing briefly when they saw a twink looking brunett at the sink, quickly looking away from the two, face obviously red. 
Badd glanced over at Garou who glared daggers back at him.
He'd have to make up for that.

He ended up giving Garou another blowjob back at home in the kitchen. Using the hoodie for his knees as he gave Garou an apology blowing. 
Which was working.
Garou was bracing himself on the countertops, breathing heavy with a groan of pleasure here and there. He moaned as Badd snuck a finger inside, hitting all the right spots. 
The random listener completely forgotten.

Garou woke up the next morning, Badd entering with breakfast on trays. The two eating in bed for the morning until Badd gained a call, needing to leave.