"Twilight!" he shrieked, bouncing over the foot of space between us. "The whole saga! You got them all? I thought you hated sparkly vampires." He reached for them, but I tugged the DVDs out of his reach.
"First, we negotiate."
Hollister leaned his butt against the kitchen counter and crossed his arms while I resisted the urge to pull his arms back down. I hated how his arms muffled his heart, though I could still hear it pounding strongly. "What are your terms?"
"If I'm going to sully the good name of vampires in my mind and my home—"
"Sully?" That got his claws out.
He could act as outraged as he liked. Vampires. Didn't. Sparkle. "—then I'm going to want something in return."
"What more could you ask for than ten hours of perfection?"
I looked from Hollister to the movies. Ten hours? I hadn't read the back of the DVD cases when I'd bought them, though it looked like the movies were about three people, two guys and a girl. I assumed the guys didn't end up together—though I might have looked forward to the movies more if they did. My entertainment during the movie marathon was going to be Hollister. "While we're watching the movies, I want complete control over your body."
He froze in the middle of attempting to jump after my hand. "Complete control?" His voice lowered, making me extremely aware of how heavy my cock felt.
"Complete."
"What if I need to use the restroom?"
"You ask."
"What if you say no?"
"Why would I say no?" I wasn't into water sports.
"I don't know why, but what if you did?"
"Then you'd obey. But more likely than not, that scenario would end with me pausing the movie until you got back. I don't want to torture you, Hollister. I simply want complete control of your body."
He jumped like I'd surprised him. I couldn't tell if his sudden nerves were from fear or arousal, though thanks to my heightening senses I had a hunch it was arousal. "Will you be tying me up? Let's talk limits."
I attempted to not let this small display of distrust get to me. Allowing yourself to be bound and helpless had to be scary at first. But I didn't want Hollister afraid during the movies either. "No bondage. You simply do as I ask when I ask it, and if I ask you to do something that is outside of your limits, then just say stop. I'll respond to a safeword if you have one, but if you don't, all you need to say is stop."
He nodded absently as his eyes flitted from the DVDs to my face. He must have really loved these movies because he lifted his face, and with a serious tone, he replied, "Okay, I agree. But we have to start now, or we won't have time to finish them all!" He jumped up, likely to steal the DVDs, but I caught him and carried him and the movies into the entertainment room. I set him down on the white faux-fur rug.
Pillows piled along the edge of the rug, and Hollister immediately began laying them out, preparing our spot like a bird preparing a nest.
By the time I'd put the first disc into the player, Hollister had our spot looking cozy. He watched me walk out of the room where I snagged some tools I would need to make this movie experience one I would never forget. At some point, we'd make popcorn. If we really watched all ten hours, then there would be more than enough time for meals.
Hollister watched me reenter the room, and his eyes fell to the cloth bag I carried as his lips parted with anticipation. His curiosity burned bright, but he didn't ask the question I knew was brimming on his lips. He only looked up at me with round, innocent eyes.
He was the only person in the world I'd call devilish at the same time I called him angelic. Hollister was everything, but right now, he was waiting for my instruction and just happened to be wearing entirely too many clothes. "Strip."
***
I let him keep his boxer briefs, but only because the fabric clung so nicely to his package. Except for some light petting, I let Hollister watch the first movie undisturbed. He'd acted as my personal narrator, explaining things he thought might be confusing as well as pointing out the many differences between the books and movies.
I'd known he was a fan, but I hadn't known he was such a nerd about it. I pictured him a few years younger, devouring every page of the books—of which there were four; I knew that now, thanks to Hollister—while he waited for the movies to release. I already knew my boy wasn't a patient sort. Waiting must have been torture.
And as I sat down after putting the second movie on, anticipation was what tortured him now. His dick had gone hard the moment I'd asked him to strip, and whenever he'd softened throughout the movie, I'd run my fingers up his thighs or tickled his tummy, and he was hard again. Since I'd left him mostly unmolested for the whole of the first film, he was left to wonder what I had planned.
Before sitting back down, I rearranged the pillows so that I could sit up with Hollister's back to me, his body snuggled between my legs. His back was warm against my chest, and there was so much skin available to me in this position, it would have been easy to lose my way. But I was focused, even if Hollister wasn't.
"What happened to my Hollister commentary?" I asked as the characters on the screen were throwing a birthday party.
"A demon started distracting me," Hollister growled. His nipples were two rosy, tight nubs against his chest.
I reached down, pinching a nipple between my fingers and making Hollister hiss. "I'm doing nothing of the sort. Watch your movie." I danced my fingers to the other side of his chest, teasing the other nipple with the edge of my fingernail.
The movie continued, but I wouldn't be able to tell anyone what had happened. My attention was on Hollister. He was all the entertainment I needed. Watching his stomach suck in the moment I squeezed his nipples was as erotic as the small sounds he'd started to make.
He began to squirm. His hips lifted off the ground like he was searching for friction against his cock, but we were a long way from that.
"Settle," I growled, and though he sighed loudly, Hollister laid back against me.
"I thought control over my body meant you were going to fuck me during the movie or something."
Oh, I planned to. But we had approximately ten—now eight—hours left. "Control means just that—control." I caressed him from thigh to shoulder.
"But I'm still wearing my underwear!" he whined.
"For good reason, too. Look at you. You'd be leaking everywhere without them."
Hollister sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. "Sadist."
I chuckled and settled my hand dangerously close to the tent in his briefs. "No, Hollister, I'm here to bring you pleasure. But on my terms. When I want to. You know what to say if it's too much. We can stop if that is what you want and continue watching the movies."
"I don't want that," he mumbled quietly.
I smiled and brought his back against my chest. "Tell me what's going on right now in the movie then."
Without needing to look, Hollister said, "Bella got dumped, and now she is sad. She's about to buy a motorcycle."
"And does she use it to ride off and find her own happiness?"
He shook his head. "She tries to move on but can't."