Jayden Marcos & Omar Zayden Has The Best Movie Date
Things between Jayden Marcos and Omar Zayden went pretty well during their completely unexpected meeting at the cinema. The two had been sneaking around for weeks, their forbidden hookups burning hot behind locked doors. Omar craved more—dates, whispered promises, something real—but Jayden kept it strictly physical, dismissing Omar’s invites with a shrug and a lazy “Got work, maybe next time.” Suspicious, Omar decided to catch that indie flick alone, craving distraction from the sting of rejection. But fate had other plans.
The theater lobby buzzed with couples, popcorn scent clinging to the air. Omar froze mid-step. There was Jayden, all smirks and charm, arm slung around his girlfriend of three years—the same girl he’d texted Omar about “running errands” with. Anger boiled under Omar’s skin, but he slipped into the shadows, watching as Jayden laughed at her jokes, fingers brushing her waist.
Midway through the film, the girlfriend grimaced, clutching her stomach. “Ugh, bad sushi—I need the bathroom,” she hissed, rushing out. Jayden stayed behind, oblivious to Omar’s glare burning into the back of his skull. When the theater emptied further, Omar pounced. Sliding into the seat beside him, he hissed, “Busy with work, huh?” Jayden’s eyes widened, panic flickering before lust took over.
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No words now. Rough hands yanked at belts, jeans shoved down thighs. Jayden’s cock strained against his boxers as Omar dropped to his knees, taking him deep, choking on every inch. The screen lit their faces in flashes—sinful, hungry. Jayden groaned, fingers tangled in Omar’s hair, hips bucking. “Switch,” Omar growled, rising to shove Jayden against the sticky floor. Jeans ripped, spit-slick fingers prepped him rough and quick before Omar slammed in, muffling Jayden’s cries with a bruising kiss.
They fucked raw, relentless, the movie’s climax drowned out by their panting. Cum streaked the upholstery. Afterward, they dressed in silence, Jayden avoiding Omar’s stare. But as the credits rolled, Omar grabbed his wrist—”Next time, we finish what I start.” No apologies. Just heat, secrets, and the thrill of getting caught.
