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Part 3a

A warm hand slips into yours and intertwines your fingers as you close the car door. You smile at your boyfriend and he returns the expression before gently leading you toward the movie theater. You take in the theater as you walk toward the street that divides the parking lot from the building. It towers over you as you crane your neck to look at it. It's grand in the way it splashes color across the skyline with its bright neon lights and flashy posters depicting the upcoming films.

A sharp but gentle tug on your hand draws you back and you finally see the car that blasts past you. You release a sigh and look up in time to see the scowl on your boyfriend’s face as he stares after the car and shakes his head. He turns his attention to you and looks over your face searching for any signs of discomfort.

“You okay, love?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Don’t be,” he reassures. He shakes his head and smiles at you as he softens his grip on your hand now that the danger has passed. “You know I got you, and besides, they were driving way too fast for an area like this. It’s safe to cross now, c’mon.”

Feeling your chest warm at his words, you walk across the road and up to the front kiosk to get your tickets. The woman at the window smiles politely and addresses you with a well-rehearsed greeting. As he handles buying your tickets you take a moment to note how crowded it seems to be. It makes sense with it being a weekend and all, but you were hoping it wouldn’t be too bad since the movie has been out for some time now. A soft tug at your hand again draws you out of your thoughts and you follow your boyfriend through the heavy glass doors of the theater. A quick check of your tickets from the employee at the front allows you full access to the grand theater.

To your immediate left is the theater’s bar for its adult customers to enjoy a drink during their movie. Directly in front of you is the concessions stand that practically stretches from wall to wall and is packed with people attempting to get their food and drinks before their movie. Two long halls stretch out on either side of the concessions stand that contain all of the theaters, but what catches your attention the most is the staircase tucked into the right corner of the room.

“Want to head up?” Your boyfriend asks after he notices where your gaze is. “Or are you hungry first?” You shake your head and gesture with a nod to the stairs.

“No let’s head up, it’s a little crowded down here” you answer and he leads you by the hand to the spiral staircase. You keep your gaze at your feet to watch your step as you ascend the winding steps before you’re met with an entire floor filled with various games. Everything from DDR to claw machines with every racing, fighting, and puzzle game in between. The neon blinking lights of the games fight for your attention as the sounds of laughter and the clacking of buttons and crashing of air hockey pucks flood your senses. It seems even more packed up here than it did in the lobby. Flicking your eyes around the room you frantically search for a spot that isn’t so congested with other people and try to map out the least claustrophobic route to get to a kiosk that dispenses the rechargeable point card you can use for the games. You worry your bottom lip with your teeth and scratch at your leg with your untethered hand as it hangs at your side.

A steady warmth spreads across your lower back as you feel your boyfriend use a firm hand to lead you in and use his body to press past people, splitting the crowd until you come to a claw machine in the corner of the room. You take a steadying breath as you come to realize there’s a significant amount of space around you here. His hand slowly rubs back and forth across your lower back as he positions you in front of him a bit, shielding most of you from anyone who might walk by, though the nearest person is a good 3 yards away. It’s then that you notice how much your breathing had picked up and the rhythm of his hand on your back was the perfect count for the breathing exercises you’ve been practicing. Your heart squeezes at his consideration of you while he smiles down at you and continues keeping up the steady rhythm of his hand. You follow the rhythm with your breathing, taking his lead to calm yourself.

“Let’s play this one for a while first. The next movie is going to start soon, so it’ll clear out more in a bit.” he nods to the claw machine he led you to, the prizes inside being varying amounts of bundled-up tickets.

“We need to fill up our card first though,” you protest and turn your head to try and scout the best route again before long fingers stroke your cheek and turn your head back around to direct your attention back at him.

“No, we don’t” He releases your face and gives the joystick a slight wiggle to prove his point. The claw springs to life and swings eagerly from the slight movement. Your mouth drops open as you watch it and he flashes the card in his hand.

“When did you..?” you stare between him, the card, and the claw machine in bewilderment.

“I bought the points online while you were getting ready. I mean we’ll still have to use a kiosk to refill it once we’re out but it should be less crowded by then,” he shrugs and uses his unoccupied hand to guide the claw above one of the rolls of tickets lying at the bottom while keeping up that steady rubbing on your back. You stare at him, warmth filling your chest and quickly replacing the buzzing sensation that had filled your limbs. His ease was contagious and the stability of his hand on your back and his body poised to protect you allows the last of your shakiness to pass. You turn and press a kiss to his jaw, letting all of your love and gratitude flow from your lips to his skin. You feel the rumble of his chuckle and a steady tap, tap, tap of his thumb on your back, a silent I love you. “Okay I think it’s good, hurry press the button!” he instructs excitedly. You quickly turn back to the game and hit the flashing red button that sends the claw down to its target.

It continues to swing as it descends and you hold your breath and feel his hand squeezing your waist as you both silently will the claw into position. The metal fingers open wide before closing again around the bundle of tickets.

“C’mon….c’mon..” you hear him mutter beside you as the claw begins to rise at a glacial pace. The bundle raises with it, trapped precariously within the metal grip.

“That’s it…steady…” he continues as the claw moves across the confines of the game to drop their prize.

“Almost…” You whisper. The claw reaches the end of its track and swings wildly from the force of the stop. You hear him suck in a breath as the claw releases its bounty just as it swings backward and the bundle is tossed back into the confines of the game. You release a disappointed breath and your boyfriend slumps and lets out a groan that quickly turns to a laugh.

“We almost had it,” you groan and he pats your back before moving you further in front of him to stand directly in front of the game.

“That’s where we fucked up, you need to control the claw and I press the button,” he muses as he swipes the game card again causing the lights to flash in response. “This is what we get for breaking tradition. C’mon, baby, you got this!” he cheers as you take the joy stick to line up another try.

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You play a few claw games for a while and just as he said, the arcade becomes significantly quieter after a few rounds. You take advantage of the smaller crowd to jump on the racing game you promised to play that morning. He settles into the seat beside you, a wolfish grin painting his features as he flicks through the character options. You roll your eyes as a grin of your own spreads across your face.

“I’m coming for you, gorgeous. You’re reign of terror ends here and now,” he claims confidently as the game loads up the map options. You pick the map he excels at just to make it an even game.

“Sure you are, baby,” you sarcastically coo in response, and the seat beneath you starts to rumble as the lights flash on the screen before you. You grip the wheel in anticipation and press your foot against the gas pedal to rev your kart as the countdown begins. You press your foot down hard just before three and get a boost as you launch forward once the race begins. You laugh hearing him let out a curse and he spins out from the beginning.

“Aw I fucked up the boost!” he exclaims as he quickly tries to catch up to you and gather some items.

“Sucks to suck, nerd,” you tease and hit an item cube that results in a banana. Perfect. You line yourself up to a spot right before a boost on the track and drop it. Just as you do, a red shell comes out of nowhere and hits you, making you spin out directly on top of the boost. “Hey!”

“Sucks to suck, loser!” he laughs as his character passes yours, using your own words against you. You let out a huff and zero in on the game, gathering items, throwing him off, and keeping him locked into second place until finally it’s the last lap. You can see the finish line and sneak a glance at your opponent and see him leaning forward slightly, eyes glued to his screen. You press your lips together firmly to fight your smile and as you both near the white and black checkered line on the track, your vision is blocked by a splurt of ink.

“Take that!” he cries out in triumph and you chuckle. You can easily guide your way to victory but a promise is a promise and you use the opportunity to drive into a banana you already saw on the track. As you spin out he crosses the finish line and pumps his fist in the air while he sit back in his seat.

“Whooo!” he hollers and turns toward you beaming. “You almost had me there but no! Your reign is officially over! All hail King Cyrus!” he laughs and takes his phone from his pocket to snap a picture of his victory.

“Yeah, yeah long live King Cyrus,” you tease him and climb out of the seat. He climbs out of his own seat and gathers you into his arms for a series of quick kisses he steals from your lips.

“Looks like I’m buying the popcorn,” he concedes.

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” you counter. “You won that game fair and square.”

“Mmhmm,” he hums, not believing you for a second.

“I mean, if you really want to buy the popcorn, I won’t stop you. Since you’re a king and all, you can take pity on your lowly subject.” He takes your face in his hands and presses a soul-consuming kiss against your lips. Pop rocks trickle down to your fingers and toes as the world falls away around you. Your focus becomes honed in on his lips against yours, his body pressed against your torso, and his hands holding your face steady as he gently tilts your head to deepen the kiss for a moment before releasing you. He smirks as he looks into your eyes, his gaze flicking between them.

“You are far greater than royalty my love. You are divine.” he corrects.

Heat floods your cheeks after he releases you and your setting quickly invades your senses again. He smirks, takes your hand, and leads you to the next game while chuckling at your flustered state.

You continue to play various games trading wins and losses with each other before finally gathering your bounty and grinning at each other. Cyrus tilts his wrist toward himself to read the time before glancing back at you.

“I think we should call it here so we have enough time to get our food before the movie and avoid the crowd. What do you think?” He asks.

“Sounds good to me, I think this is a pretty good haul,” you answer looking down at tickets gathered in your hands. You follow him to the prize counter and after the clerk counts your tickets you hum in contemplation. “Anything catching your eye, baby?”

“Tough choice honestly, I’m torn between the lava lamp and the Scooby Doo edition of Clue” he hums. You stifle your snort and nod in solidarity.

“I think the kids will enjoy the lava lamp more than Clue if I’m being honest.”

“I think you’re right,” he agrees and gestures to the lamp. “I think we’ll go with the lava lamp good sir,” he addresses the clerk behind the counter who only laughs and grabs the small box from the shelf, handing it to him.

“Excellent choice,” the clerk tells him.

You smile and thank him as you turn and Cyrus guides you out of the arcade and back down to the lobby.

“Did you have fun?” He asks as he wraps an arm across your shoulders and leads you to the small line in front of one of the registers of the concessions stand.

“I did,” you admit happily. “Thank you.” He smiles in response and takes care of ordering as you reach the front of the line. He sneaks you a knowing look as he orders the popcorn and after paying he hands you the bag slong with the lava lap box and takes both drinks from the worker. You follow him down the hall to your theater and quickly find your seats before settling in just as the previews begin. He rests his arm across your shoulders and grabs a handful of popcorn to snack on. As the lights dim to signal the start of the movie, you can’t help the smile that spreads over your features and you settle into his embrace.

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lover-boyxoxo · 3 months

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Part 3b

You smile brightly as your boyfriend opens the door to Bullseye Basement - the popular archery and axe-throwing company in your town - and steps to the side to let you pass him. Walking through the threshold you take a look around the different lanes of people hurling axes at a wooden target and feel your boyfriend’s hand come to your lower back as he guides you to the end of the line of people waiting to pay.

“I'm going to regret this I just know it,” you hear a grumble above you.

“What makes you say that?” You ask incredulously.

“Well,” he explains as you step closer to the register. “Last time not only did I get my ass handed to me but one of your more…. heavy-handed throws bounced back and I just about had a heart attack at the same as I was pulling you out of the way.”

You cringe at the memory of that particular throw and how you froze at the sight of the axe flying back toward you. It was lucky that he reacted so fast and grabbed your arm to yanked you out of the way before you could get hurt. You're shaken out of your thoughts when he guides you even closer to the register.

“I'll take it easy this time,” you promise. “And hey if I get too jazzed we can switch to archery. You destroy me at it every time.”

He chuckles and nods in agreement as you quickly walk up to the register after the group in front of you finishes filling out their waivers. The cashier is wearing a black shirt with the company logo emblazoned on the front in a deep red color and a wooden name tag on his chest with his name burned into it in blocky letters.

“Hey Axel,” your boyfriend greets. You smile, the irony of an axe thrower named Axel never failing to amuse you. The first time you came you mentioned as much and he took it like a champ considering you've witnessed just how many times he gets that same joke.

“Hey, Cyrus!” He greets back. “Welcome in! You guys want your usual?” He asks cheerfully. Of all the workers, Axel is your favorite to interact with when you come. He's cheerful, sweet, and genuinely enjoys his job, which affects the entire mood around him.

“Actually can we do three hours today?” You ask him as you look at Cyrus in a silent question. He grins and nods in agreement.

“Yeah, I got you.” Axel taps at the iPad in front of him several times before spinning it around to show the total amount due. You reach for your wallet but Cyrus beats you to it and quickly hands Axel cash. You give him a mock scowl as Axel takes the money with a chuckle.

“Don't make that face, you can buy dinner after,” Cyrus compromises before taking his change and winking at you.

“Fine,” you huff “but we're going to a restaurant then.”

“Deal.” he agrees.

Axel chuckles again while shaking his head and hands you the placard with your lane number on it. “Give him hell,” he says and you grin at him, ignoring Cyrus’ mock gasp of betrayal.

“Axel you’re supposed to be on my side man!” he whines. “I thought we were bros, but now we’re just foes.”

“Settle down Shakespeare,” Axel mocks with a smile while rolling his eyes at Cyrus’ dramatics. “Let me know if you guys need anything!”

“Will do!” Cyrus answers as you lead him by the hand over to your lane in the corner of the room. Axel knows you so well and tends to keep your favorite lane open unless it’s packed, a consideration you’re grateful for and a main reason he remains your favorite.

You tap the placard against the locker mounted next to the lane and it beeps with an audible click as it unlocks. Turning to hang the placard on its hook you take the dry-erase marker tied to a string and begin drawing out your usual scoreboard while Cyrus takes out the two axes and places them into the bucket of sand next to the lane.

“Ready to lose old man?” You taunt as you finish the board and turn back to him.

“We’re the same age you smartass” he raises a brow and places an axe in your outstretched hand. “So, our usual wager?” he asks in a low rumble, heat filling his eyes for a moment as he smirks. Your cheeks burn and heat pools low in your belly as you nod.

“Yup, usual wager.” You agree and clear your throat to hide how squeaky your voice has become.

“You first then.” He gestures for you to step up to the line to take your shot with a devilish smirk.

You take a deep breath as you step up, lining the tip of your shoes up to the red spray-painted line on the ground. You focus on the target ahead of you and let the ambiance of the chatter and axe blades hitting wood fall away around you. Gripping the axe with both hands, you raise it behind your head and test the weight in your grip for a moment before releasing a deep breath and throwing it toward the center of the painted target. With a deep thunk it embeds itself into the grain and you smile.

“Three points,” Cyrus blows a low whistle. “Not bad killer. For the first throw at least,” he adds with a smirk, his eyes lighting with a playful spark.

“Just warming up,” you taunt as you step over the rubber shavings strewn down the lane and pull the blade from the target.

You step back past the line and to the side, making way for Cyrus to take his turn and write three tallies under your name on the scoreboard. A heavy thunk jolts you from your task and you turn with a start to see the axe embedded to the left of the bullseye on the target. Your mouth drops as you watch Cyrus saunter over to it and yank it from the grain. With a wicked grin, he turns to you and purrs, “That’s four for me.”

Oh, it’s on now.

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Three grueling hours later it’s the last round and you’re tied with Cyrus. You have a growing suspicion he’s been visiting without you to practice as you watch him take the position for his last throw. A deep settling breath causes his chest to bulge for a moment and you curse yourself for getting distracted by it. You need a clear head, dammit. The stakes are high. Taking a large step toward the target and swinging the axe forward, you hear Cyrus grunt with the effort of the force behind his swing. You blow out your anxious breath while he lets out a curse in response to the following thunk in the wood. He’s ahead, but only by three points. He walks over to you and leans in for a kiss but you stop him with a hand to his lips. He raises a brow as he leans away and pulls your hand from his mouth.

“What? I can’t kiss you?” he asks on a soft laugh.

“No.”

“Why not?” Worry leaks into his voice and his brows furrow further together. “Everything okay?”

“No. I need to focus. I can’t have you throwing off my game in the last round!” You step around him and you can practically hear him roll his eyes at you. “Don’t even try to deny it, you’re sneaky like that.” Grabbing your final axe you gesture to it with a smile. “You can kiss me after I beat you.”

“Ha!” he scoffs. “Yeah, okay killer. Go for it. Take your last shot.”

You line up your shot, taking a moment to visualize the path of the axe. The target is a mess of chips and thick splits in the wood from your consecutive rounds so you decide to play it safe and aim higher than you have been where the wood is in better shape.

“One-minute warning guys!” you hear Axel call from behind you. Cyrus calls back an acknowledgment you barely hear through the blood rushing in your ears.

You expel a few breaths, trying to not let the sudden time limit impact your rhythm. And yeah, you know it’s just a game but your winning streak is on the line!

You grip the handle with both hands, raise the axe over your head and let out one more deep breath. Gathering all the strength you have you take a single step and hurl the axe toward the target. The blade sings as it cuts through the air in a full rotation before- thwack! It lodges into the grain exactly where you were aiming it.

Except you were aiming high hoping the throw would arch toward the bullseye.

“Fuck!” you cry and groan as you stomp to the target and pull the offending blade out of the two-point section of the target.

“Doth mine eyes deceive me?” Cyrus teases in barely contained excitement. “Did our resident lumber jack just lose?” He bursts into laughter and your frustration seeps out of you at the sound. You manage a chuckle and set the axes back into the locker as he pulls his phone from his pocket to take a picture of the scoreboard. “I can’t wait to tell Axel!”

“Even though he’s a traitor?” you ask and take the placard off of the hook as you close the locker and wait to hear the lock click in place.

“Especially because he’s a traitor!” Cyrus chimes. “He’ll have to come crawling back to my side now.” Hi eyes sparkle with only what can be described as wicked glee.

“Come on killer,” you emphasize the tile you relinquished to him. “Let’s go get dinner yeah?”

He lets out a low rumbling hum just before palming the back of your neck and pulling you into a series of slow, soul deep kisses, using his body to block you from prying eyes. He pulls back but stays a mere breath away from you before pinning you with his molten stare and whispering, “Yes, and afterward, I’ll take my time with my dessert.”

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