The air was filled with the scent of popcorn, the floor sticky with countless spilled sodas. Standing near the concessions stand and craning their necks to see the film screenings stood Mighty the Armadillo and Ray the Flying Squirrel, eager to find a good movie for their monthly date.
"Now this is a good one!" said Ray, pointing to the latest summer blockbuster. Mighty looked to where Ray was looking, his eyes half lidded in mild annoyance.
"You mean the one that's fully booked?" He asked in a deadpan tone. Ray squinted at the screen above them, a disappointed look on his face.
"Oh that's just great, we'll never find seats for a good movie!"

A smirk coming to his lips, Mighty gently patted the smaller squirrel's butt, and leant in to his ear.
"Then let's go see a bad one, and make out." he suggested slyly. Ray's breath caught in his throat, and he leaned back slightly into his bigger boyfriend.
"Oh M-Mighty, keep talking like that." With a chuckle, the armadillo took a step back before walking the few feet to the ticket counter.
"Sorry Ray, gotta get the tickets."

Now teased up and horny, Ray followed mighty down the dimly lit, carpeted corridor to their screening, which was apparently some period drama. With only five minutes to go, it was a nice surprise to see the room empty, row after row of large red seats completely free. Gripping Ray's hand, Mighty whispered to him as they walked.
"Let's sit at the back, Ray. And who knows, if it stays this quiet maybe we can do more than make out." He suggested, sending waves of nervous excitement through the yellow squirrel's body. Eagerly, Ray followed the armadillo to the back of the room, sitting in the two chairs right in the top left corner, furthest from prying eyes.

They sat through the previews, fidgeting in place as they waited for the lights to go out. As Ray watched, he felt, a light tickle along his thigh. Looking down, he could just make out Mighty's fingers sliding through his velvety leg fur, sending little twitches through his groin.
"Mighty..." all he got in response was a deep chortle.
"What's wrong? Don't you like it when I do this?" he asked sensually, already knowing the answer.
"O-of course I do..." Ray moaned lightly.

Fortunately, within a few moments, the previews ended and the lights went out, the only light now coming from the big screen.
"Well, that was good timing. Now come here." Mighty instructed. Without another word, Ray clambered over the arms of the chairs, eventually sitting in Mighty's lap. He just sat there for a minute, the thrill of being intimate do publicly kept him from actually moving. Eventually, Mighty took the yellow squirrel's light blue scarf in his hand, and pulled his boyfriend closer until their faces were little more than an inch apart.
"Are you gonna sit there, or are you gonna kiss me?" The armadillo asked cockily. Ray pretended to mull the question over for a few seconds.
"Hm, I guess I can kiss you." He mumbled.

After gently pressing his lips to the armadillo's, Mighty returned the affection, brushing the light golden fur out of Ray's face as he deepened the soft, warm kiss. Wandering hands traced across the other's body, until Mighty's were secured around the squirrel's waist, and Ray's were playing with Mighty's ears.
"Oh, Mighty..." Ray sighed as their lips parted, "remember our first kiss, how I wanted to see what it was like so badly?" Ray's voice was low and dreamy. 
"Still tastes better than I expected." If it was possible, Mighty have loved Ray more in that moment.

"Chaos, I love you." Mighty whispered, at which the squirrel smiled.
"And I love you too." Ray nodded as Mighty's mouth morphed into a smirk.
"I want to show you how much I love you." Mighty said, grabbing Ray's shoulders and pushing the squirrel towards the row of seats in front of them.
"Aw, but I wanted to take the lead!" Ray complained.
"Too bad, do you want to get pounded like a bitch or watch the boring movie?" Mighty asked. Ray sighed in response.
"Fine,"  he said, a teasing look crossing his face, "but only if I get to watch as well." He teased. 

The armadillo was having none of that, and grabbed Ray's scarf again, spinning him away from the screen before straddling Ray's hips, looking the young squirrel directly in the eyes.
"Are you ready?" Mighty asked, a jovial smile spreading across his face. Ray sighed, his heart beating faster than he could handle, he was just so... happy. The armadillo looked down, waiting for a reply.
"Y-yeah. F-fuck me Mighty!" Ray choked out, throat thick with lust.
"Yes." Mighty growled in response, as he leaned in and softly kissed the young squirrel.

They continued in this way, both moaning loudly, until Ray sat up, a moment of realisation hitting him.
"Wait! We don't have any lube!" Mighty simply chuckled, before pulling out a small bottle from his shell.
"Think again." Mighty said before leaning in and again kissing Ray.
"You knew we'd end up fucking here, didn't you?" He asked the armadillo, who simply smiled as he popped the lid.
"Maybe." He tipped the lubricant and squirted a decent amount onto his boner, jacking himself slightly to cover every bit of it, before aligning it with Ray's pink pucker.
"Ready, aim, fi-"
"Stop!"

So it turns out that when a young couple go to see a practically empty film, the staff at the cinema get suspicious. It had been so embarrassing, being walked out of the cinema with raging hard-on's. The couple just kept their bright red faces to the floor, staring at their shoes as they were escorted out.
"You're lucky we're not charging you, but you are both banned for life!" yelled the very angry security guard. As they walked home laughing, the guard's words struck a cord with Ray, who leant over to Mighty.
"We were nearly off to prison... maybe we'd have been cellmates?" If it was possible, the armadillo's face was redder than his shell.
"Yeah. And maybe we would've had to use a big communal shower." He mused back, huskily. Still turned on, Ray leant in to Mighty as they stopped in the street.
"Well, there's a nice shower back at my place..." he said, making his intention clear.
"Well then, what are we waiting for?"

THE END