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One For The Road [3]

Cecil Dennis x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •

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Summary: You and Cecil go on a sort of date.

A/N: Another huge thank you to @thexsanctuaryx for beta reading again! You are the best!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, catching feelings and self denial of catching feelings, fingering, oral sex (afab! & m!receiving), jerking off, public sex (they're in a car), please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1578

I've Been Here Before

Cecil practically jumped on you when you got out of the car, hugging you so tightly he nearly broke a rib. He kissed your cheek shyly when you broke apart, grinning so widely.

That look alone was enough to set off the butterflies in your stomach. 

“Thank you so much for coming with me.” He kisses your cheek again, giggling. “No one else wanted to see it with me.” 

You smile, his expression infectious, “You didn’t need to wait outside…” He’d been standing in front of Harry’s house pacing.

“I didn’t wanna make you wait.” He hugs you again, nuzzling into your neck and then hurrying to open the driver's side door for you.

You chuckle softly, but secretly loving it. “Thank you.”

He nods and gets into the passenger seat beside you, clicking on his seatbelt as you start the car and pull off. 

He takes a folded piece of paper out of his jacket pocket. “I printed out the tickets, just in case, because my phone battery sucks balls, and I wanted to make sure everything went right.” He beams at you again and it just melts your heart. 

“How much do I owe you for the tickets?” 

“Oh, no, no, nothing, these are on me.” 

“Cec…” you say softly, you know he’s not working at the moment. 

He shakes his head, “Nope, my treat. Really, not only do I get to go, but I get to go with you.” He smiles as he looks over the tickets again, double checking everything for the hundredth time that he hadn’t messed up the date or time. 

It was at the newly opened retro drive-in theatre in town, a double feature showing Bringing Up Baby and What’s Up Doc with a twenty minute intermission in between. 

“I didn’t realise you liked comedies so much?” You ask and Cecil nods exaggeratedly. 

“Love movies, and these are so good, What’s Up Doc is like, top tier. Like one of the best comedies of all time.” He grins, practically buzzing like a living embodiment of sunshine.

.

Getting there is easy, as is parking. You buy Cecil a large popcorn, which makes him get watery eyed. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he wipes his eyes with the heel of his hand. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” you smile and squeeze his hand reassuringly. “You okay?” 

He nods, “Yeah, yeah,” and gives you a blinding smile. “Just been one of those days, you know?” 

You do know. 

Just before the first film starts he checks his phone to make sure it’s on silent. The screen is cracked, it has been for the last eight months. You don’t mean to look, but you catch a glance at the screen. There are three missed calls from a contact listed as ‘D’, and a text notification that hasn’t been read. ‘Call me now. I need…’

You shake your head ever so slightly. It’s not your business. You swallow and adjust your seat, moving it back and giving yourself some extra leg room while you watch the movie.

The first film Bringing Up Baby starts on time and you enjoy it. Cecil mouths along silently with some of the lines and offers you popcorn while he pulls a pack of M&M's from his jacket to share with you. 

When the film finishes, they play Looney Tunes cartoons on the screen during intermission. Other people get out of their cars to get more snacks. 

“You want anything else?” You ask and Cecil shakes his head, he looks around for a few minutes, checking both right and left and then front and behind.

“Cec?” You ask.

He turns back to you and smiles sweetly. But you can see the cogs working behind the expression. He’s up to something. 

Cecil leans towards you, kissing your cheek lightly. “Thank you again for coming with me.”

“Of course.” You smile, about to speak again when he presses his lips to yours, letting out a soft, wanton moan and slipping his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like chocolate, and for once, not weed.

He snakes his hand to the back of your neck, shifting closer as he hums and deepens the kiss.

You touch his cheek, kissing him back with equal energy, even if you are a little surprised at his sudden forwardness. It’s not unwelcome though, you were hoping he’d still be interested in something more physical after the films. 

But you are not expecting the hand that he rubs against your thigh, quickly sliding under your skirt and pressing against your core through your panties. 

“Cecil,” you break the kiss. 

“Hmm,” he nips your bottom lip, “so glad you wore a dress again.”

“We shouldn’t-”

“Why?” He breathes into your mouth, eyes lidded and a disgracefully innocent smile plastered across his face. 

“We’re in public.”

“We’re in your car, it’s dark out.” 

“Cecil, the light of the screen.” You gesture with your hand.

“No one will know.” He kisses you again, practically hypnotising you with the rhythmic move of his tongue. He presses lightly at your core, dragging his thumb against your clit until you whine. “No one will see, I promise.”

Then he smiles, knowing he has you. He pushes your underwear to the side, and presses his forefinger inside easily, curling it up and strokes your walls. 

You gasp into his mouth, your back arching as he starts to take you apart piece by piece.

“See?” He groans, barely stopping to kiss you as he speaks. “Isn’t this nice? Just us? Waiting for the next movie? Gushing all over my hand?” 

He circles your clit with his thumb, his grin widening when you keen and grab at his shoulder, too far gone to even worry if anyone can see you, if anyone is watching.

“Cec,” you plead, unsure what for as you widen your legs. 

He hums happily, “You’re gonna have to stop wearing panties when you see me.” 

You rock your hips against his soft strokes, the pressure building between your legs dizzyingly fast. “I– I can take them off.”

“Oh, fuck yes.” He groans, moving his hand away and kissing you when you whine at the loss. 

He helps you pull them off when you raise your hips, pulling them completely off your legs and stuffing them into his jacket pocket. 

You expect him to just go back to his previous position with his hand touching you, but he leans down completely, grinning at your little gasp of surprise and how your muscles tense when he pulls your skirt up completely and sucks your clit into his mouth. 

You cover your mouth with your left hand, sinking your right into his soft curls as you squirm in your seat. 

He pushes two fingers back inside you, curling and stroking in time with how he sucks your bundle of nerves, slowly easing you out of his mouth to draw you back in and flick against you with the tip of his tongue until you're writhing and panting and pleading nonsense into the air. 

“Cecil, Cecil,” you repeat his name like an eager prayer. “Please, please,” you tug at his hair, pulling him closer. “Please don’t stop, please, I-” Your sharp cry cuts you off and you smother the sound with your hand. Your body tenses, sings as the pleasure flows up and out and swallows you whole.

He keeps sucking, softly swirling his tongue until your muscles relax and your grip on his hair loosens. 

He sits up with a lazily grin, his chin shining with your slick. 

You breathe deeply, your nerves buzzing with the aftershocks. “How are you so good at that?” 

His smile widens and he shrugs suddenly acting all bashful, as if he didn’t have your cum all over his stubble. 

He sits back in his seat, pleased with himself and throws a piece of popcorn up in the air and catches it in his mouth. 

You lean over close to his ear and make him shiver, “Your turn.” 

He audibly gulps as you quickly undo his jeans and pull his thick, heavy cock free. He’s throbbing, so hard it looks painful with how red and swollen the tip is.

You lean down quickly, swirling your tongue over his head, mirroring the movements he took against him while you cup his full balls.

“Fuck– I– can you, shit,” he groans as you lick up the prominant vein along his length, one hand on your shoulder, the other pressing against the roof of the car. “I, sorry, I’m gonna come so fast, can you suck-” He cries out, a long drawn out whine when you quickly take him into your mouth and sink down. You barely get to bob twice before he tenses, shakes and spasms, apologies falling from his lips in a flurry as he comes into your mouth, spurting hot and hard. 

You swallow eagerly as his cum hits your tongue, drinking it down and sucking him dry until he stops shaking and lets out a contented sigh. 

He’s got a wonderfully lovesick expression on his face when you sit up, pulling you in for a long sweet kiss. 

“Sorry I came so fast, I-”

“It’s hot.” You grin and he laughs.

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You nod.

He blushes a little, running his right hand through his curls. “That's, um, that’s really nice of you to say.” 

“It’s true, makes me feel all powerful.” 

He giggles, “Yeah?” 

You nod.

“Good.” He kisses you again, “because you are.”

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