#stuart lloyd

Having arrived early, you purchased your own ticket. There wasn't any expectation for your date to have to pay for anything. It felt a little awkward anyway, being a first-time meeting in person. Pushing the thought from your head, lest you end up getting too nervous and bailing out, you wandered around the lobby for a few moments before spotting a familiar face standing around the concession stand. Now, that wasn't entirely usual. Wondering what he was doing, you moved over to greet him.

“Here at Midnight Cinema…” He paused mid-sentence and the bored look gave way when his eyes finally landed on you. There was the smile that you were far more familiar with. 

“Evening, Stuart.” 

“Well, good evening.” You leaned against the counter a little bit, giving the man a smile in return. It wasn't right, having him behind the counter like this. The theater only ran because of him. Yeah, they had made the transition to basically all digital, something that you did bemoan with him when it happened, but there was still a need for his skill sets. If not projection, at least running everything else. “It is a surprise to see you here this evening…”

“Yeah, a little surprising for me too,” you offered back with a small laugh. “They got you here behind the counter, huh?” Before he was able to say anything in response, someone appeared beside you.

“Hey, I thought I was going to meet you outside.” The voice was enough to cause you to straighten, turning to look at your date. 

“It was a bit chilly, so I came in.” Not the entire truth. But, there wasn't any harm in that little white lie.

“Ah, already got your ticket then? Shall we get some snacks?” He turned his attention to Stuart. Your focus stayed on him for just a moment longer. You missed the way that Stuart's smile seemed to slip ever so slightly as your date’s hand rested against your lower back, causing you to shift on your feet enough to pull away some. Too much, too quickly. “How about some popcorn and a soda? Yeah, let's go with that.” He made a motion towards Stuart, as if to get him to move more quickly. Immediately, you smacked at his arm. 

“Don't be an asshole. This theater wouldn't be what it is without Stuart. He kept this place running and could with his eyes closed even now. Have a little respect.” His head jerked back, and he looked at you like you had grown ten heads. As if to say that the man behind the counter was simply help and you were both above him. A major strike, something that caused you to pull away some more.

“It's alright, dear.” Stuart jumped in, the smile far more tight than it had been before. The smile that he often gave the manager that was running the theater now. Perhaps a little better than the last young man that had run it but still, completely unaware and unappreciative of the man and his skills. Unhappy. The poor man didn't deserve to be disrespected the way that he was. 

“No, it's not. Apologize.” The last word was directed at your date, who opted to roll his eyes and mutter out a rather pathetic apology. That spoke a volume about his character, something that was all but impossible to assess over phone calls and video chat. Treatment of others, especially when it came to others that were in what were typically considered lower end service jobs, spoke volumes about a person. Right now, you were certainly not liking what you were seeing. Stuart set down the popcorn and soda. “Thank you very much, Stuart.” 

******

The movie itself was enjoyable to a degree. You weren't the biggest fan of horror. But since you had decided on going to the movies, he had decided on which movie. But still, you could appreciate some of the decisions and aspects about it. The problem? Your date thought you would be a little more frightened and clingy than what was reality. Several times, he had tried to get handsy to the point that you had to bat them away. The whole evening was turning into an abundant mistake. This was a huge part of the reason that you didn't bother dating anymore. Because of assholes who didn't respect others or boundaries. Well, ultimately, it was a waste of an evening. There wasn't anything that could make it end quick enough at this rate. The very seconds seemed to tick by painfully slow. 

The quiet halls greeted you as you left, seemingly no one else left in the place. He had insisted on waiting until the others had filed out, likely in hopes of getting a little luckier than he had during the film, but you had no interest. Actually, you couldn't possibly have any less than you did. If it wouldn't have been terrible rude, you would have left during the movie. 

“Keep your hands to yourself.” God, how many times did he need to be told before he got the hint? A disgruntled sound came from your right, and your space was crowded once more. Apparently, more than just the last hint and the numerous ones before that. Pressure around your wrist pulled you to a stop. Tightening pressure. 

“Listen, you've been acting totally frigid all damn night.” Frigid? It was a first date. You were too old to be playing these sorts of games and went to jerk your wrist out of his hold but weren't able to break the grasp. A flash of panic, throat constricting for a second. This was why you had met in public.

“You're kidding, right? This is a first date!” 

“Is there a problem here?” You couldn't have been any more relieved than you were right then to hear the familiar voice. Stuart had happened upon the two of you. 

“Listen, just mind your own damn business old man.” There would be a bruise minimum as his grip tightened further, now bordering on painful. 

“Christ. You are an ass.” The comment spit out before you could help it, now openly wincing at the pain that radiated up your arm. 

“I think you should keep your hands to yourself and move on.” Never did you expect Stuart of all people to stand up for you. At that moment, it was nice to know someone else cared. At least enough to try to help. 

“And just what are you going to do about it?” Stuart stepped closer, surprising you and your date. Something flickered across his face, the way that his muscles jumped in his jaw. For a moment, the presence of the man that you knew seemed to flee. But you were the only one who picked up on it. 

“I suggest that you listen to the wishes of your date and release your hold.” The underlying threat felt deeper, but apparently, your date wasn't buying it. When Stuart's hand flicked to his side, you were shocked to see a gun. Where the hell did Stuart get a gun? That seemed to have finally properly grabbed the attention of the man beside you, though. With one last squeeze, he shoved you away from him. 

“Ain't worth it anyway.” Cradling your injured wrist to your chest, you watched him walk off, not realizing that Stuart was moving closer to you. What the hell had just happened?

“We really should get that looked at,” Stuart murmured gently, pulling you out of the daze that you had fallen into. “At the very least, you will likely need it wrapped.” Gone was whatever had come over the man, and he was back to the Stuart that you knew. 

“Thank you.” The relief was evident even to your own ears. You wanted to ask him why he had a gun, why he was working the midnight shift, and what had happened, but all the thoughts flew from your brain at that moment. Instead, you leaned into the comforting touch that came with him wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Maybe the gun had happened after the last mess here where that young man had lost his mind and nearly killed his girlfriend and Stuart. That made the most sense. “Remind me to never date again.”

“Hardly think spending all your time alone is how you really want your life to turn out. Perhaps you simply need to do a better job of vetting your candidates.” That brought out a small laugh from you as he led you towards the back and one of the offices. “I'll accompany you to the hospital.” The offer came without any prompt right now. You didn't think you could turn it down. Driving would be a bitch with one hand anyway. 

“That would be lovely. I can't thank you enough.” The smile was light, comforting, and familiar. Something much needed after the events of the evening. 

You and he were at his apartment, you had come across his camcorder and a conversation was struck, playful, teasing and light. You joked and asked if he ever filmed anything “-risque-” on it before and he had this hard to define look in his eyes. Something kind of mischievous, like he wasn’t telling you everything as he said with a coy smirk “More than you know.”

And if that wasn’t going to pique your curiosity then nothing would. You asked what he meant by that, if he had ever made any ‘home movies’ with a previous partner and he scoffed at that, “Do I look the type to kiss and tell?”

“Not necessarily but I am trying to figure out if you are the type to fuck and film it.” And there was a slight cock of his head, a quiet, “Hmm.” as he considered it, he had his hands in his pockets and after a moment he started towards you. Soon he was right in front of you, staring you down from behind his glasses as he asked, “Do you want to find out?”

You did.

So that is why he was telling you to stop squirming on the bed as he was messing with the camera. You had already worn something rather scandalous under your date wear this evening, assuming you would end up in his bed but now you were very happy that you had for a different reason because you certainly looked the part for this. Wearing lace and satin and sheer fabric encasing you oh so tantalizingly, deep and jewel toned, as he stripped away what you had worn and saw what was underneath he seemed very impressed, fingertips stroked gently over your sides, feeling the smooth fabric and it made you want to arch into his touch for more already. As his mouth was on your neck and your head fell back, hands running down your body, a small sigh of pleasure crossing your lips, one of his legs was between yours and pressed right to you, not moving, just providing pressure. You were getting into it, one hand on his shoulder, gripping the fabric of his shirt, you tugged and moved your hips, a slow grind on him and then he was off of you in an instant. You were confused until you saw him fussing with the camera nearby.

Guess it was time to start shooting. You were excited for him to set it up and come back, the idea of it was so hot, you always were a fan of amature pornography so the idea of making a little of your own had you so wet already. You were reclined on his bed, looking at him, playing idly with your fingers, a bite of your lower lip as you ran over what might happen tonight, just what he might do. He seemed to be satisfied with the camera and started to come back towards you and your smile widened, holding your hands out, inviting him back onto the bed with you.

Turns out what he was going to do tonight was tease you terribly.

Did he mean to?

You weren’t sure. Not like his intentions mattered, what mattered was how his actions affected you and as of right now you were squirming on the bed with need which is what led him to say what he had, telling you to stay still. He and you would be together, doing something utterly delicious and just as you were really getting into it, finding your groove, something else needed ‘adjusting’ or ‘fixing’ and so you had to stop. You had no idea he was such a perfectionist about this, I mean you knew how much he loved movies and how seriously he took them and the sheer knowledge he had on the art form and the deep respect he held for it but you thought this was gonna just be a fun and hot thing. Casual.

Set the camera on the tripod and get down and do your thing but he was putting a fuck ton of effort into this. You appreciated it in one breath, he just cared so much, that was a part of what drew you to him in the first place, how passionate he was, but right now you were just wanting to get fucked.

You both had already made out considerably, he had touched, tasted you, moved your panties to the side and fingered you, had even almost made you cum. Two of his fingers had been curling inside of you as his other hand was on your back, pushing you close enough to him that his had his mouth locked around one of your nipples and fucking Chirst it was so good. The way his tongue rolled over it and teeth teased and after a few short minutes you were gasping his name, walls clenching, about to finally release some of that tension and cum when instead, far too fast for your liking, his fingers pulled out and his mouth pulled back, leaving you hanging and you whimpered, “No! Stu-Stuart-”

“Oh shh shh shh, hold on dear-” He was getting off the bed and you flopped onto your back with a groan, you were thrumming with arousal, so damn wet and just wanted to be taken already. You had managed to get him out of most of this clothing and you felt confident if you could get him inside of you that he’d forget the damn camera and just fuck you like you craved. You looked to see him doing something with that damn camera, fingers that were just inside you in his mouth, fuck it was unfair that he got to you that badly, so naturally.

Then an idea hit.

You simply had to give him the right incentive if you wanted to escalate this to the level you desired. Enough with the teasing, let's get on with it.

So you rolled and reposed yourself, facing the camera, legs spread, lingerie still askew so your soaked slit and chest were on display, you knew you looked good. He tried to hide it and while yes he was still focused on the task at hand he kept stealing glances at you, not to mention the fact that his uh ‘excitement’ was quite apparent.

God how badly you wanted him to get rid of his underwear so you could wrap your painted lips around his cock and taste him. You let one of your hands roam, one one on your chest and the other in between your thighs, feeling how wet you were, how your clit was still throbbing. A deep breath and you started to rub yourself, a tweak of your nipple that made your breath stutter for a moment before letting out a moan. That got his attention. He looked at you and you locked eyes. You didn’t stop. Lips apart as you pulled on that sensitive bud again as you circled over your clit with your opposite hand, you looked hot, confident, sure of yourself in that moment, giving him a look that dared to suggest: “What are you gonna do?”

He said your name, a low warning and you rubbed harder, head tipping back, another indulgent moan left you, his name, your fingers dragged down and two dove inside of you and that made you keen, heels digging into the sheets. You felt so good, dripping and hot, you could only imagine how good it must feel for him to fuck you if you felt this delightful on your own fingers. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you as you played and touched, made yourself as enticing as you could while thoroughly enjoying yourself all the way. It was so exciting. You could see the light on the camera and you knew he was really filming, that every little sound and movement was getting captured. Videographic evidence of you fucking yourself with your own fingers, you felt good and were sure you looked even better, playing the part of his own personal porn star perfectly.

God the way he looked at you. The way he always looked at you during these nights you shared just you and him. Such hunger, filled with want and desire and so much more. Stuart always seemed so gentle and soft spoken but you knew better, had a good read on him, could see it in the way he would look at you. The way he would talk to you on occasion, especially when he had you underneath him. There was something with a harder edge in him and you loved it when that part in him came out to play and here you were inviting that, practically begging for more of it and he seemed inclined to give in, just wasn’t fully convinced yet. You were pushing your fingers in and pulling them out, could feel your wetness coating them as you continued, you rolled your nipple between your fingers again, it sent a pulse of heat right between your legs and your hips bucked from that and you could have sworn you heard him swear under his breath.

You looked at him and it was time, you were feeling good but knew you could be feeling better, so you pushed it and said, “Are you gonna eyefuck me all night or are you gonna do something about it?”

He didn’t have any verbal response, he crossed the space to you and his hands gripped your ankles, tugging you down the bed and you let out a small surprised sound, hands leaving your body and flying out to either side of you. Adjusted just so for the camera to be able to capture you in all your half naked and excited glory. Finally he was as naked as you were and he was on top of you, one hand on your throat, not hard but it’s presence was known and his ground onto you, he was achingly hard, he seemed just as into the moment as you were. You ground back onto him and your arms were above your head, gripping the sheets and just as you were about to make some other comment, something else to taunt him but instead it died on your tongue as he lined up and thrust inside of you.

The moan you let out, the way your head hit the sheets and the way you moaned his name, long and lingering, stretching it out, pleasure abundantly clear in your voice. He was balls deep in you and leaned down, his hand on your throat squeezed, thumb stroking affectionately over your skin and he asked, “How’s that?” A sharp thrust, another moan from you and he continued, “That something enough for you?”

You couldn’t help yourself. Fingers tangled in the sheets above your head and you bit your bottom lip before whispering, “It’s a start.”

He didn’t take too kindly to that. The pace he set after you said that. He fucked into you, hard and quick and you finally got just what you craved. I would be tempted to say he shut you up but you were being anything but quiet as he took you. Legs wrapped around his hips and you rocked with him, normally it was good, really good but something about this, being on camera, knowing you were doing something so illicit was elevating it, made every single movement feel positively electric. You were so caught up in it, eyes closed just feeling, drunk on sensation, and then you felt his hand lift off of your throat, you didn’t think anything of it. When his hand met your cheek, stroking over your skin you leaned into it, his thumb stroked over your bottom lip and pushed into your mouth as he said, “Look at me sweetheart.”

Eyes opening back up, looking up at him and seeing that oh that is why he had taken his hands off of you. He had leaned over and plucked his camcorder off the tripod. Was holding it, getting a POV shot, you smiled around that part of him that was invading your mouth, before sucking greedily with a moan, looking up into the camera lense with your best fuck me eyes. Which was funny to do considering the fact he was already fucking you but hey you were having fun playing up the part, make love to the camera was the industry term wasn’t it? And you were killing it.

He pulled back a bit, camera moving down your writhing body, the hand not holding the camera pulled away, thumb coming out of your mouth with a wet pop and a gasping breath from you. He moved down, hand on your throat, a squeeze that made you tense as you hissed out a “Yess-”

He smirked a little at that, hand moved down until it came to one of your legs, you got what he wanted, letting your legs slide off of him and he started to push. He was very good at directing you, a total natural and you took the direction very well, he didn't need to even say much, just touched lightly and looked and you understood. You reached down, hands on the backs of your thighs and pulling your legs up, opening yourself up more to give him an even better view. The camera dragged lower before focusing in on the all too hot sight of his cock thrusting into your dripping hole. He seemed less concerned about the technicals, more in the moment, just enjoying it with you and fuck was it good.

You sounded so wet, and so needy, you couldn’t help it, couldn’t stay quiet, he was rocking against that spot inside of you and when his hand was between your legs, rubbing over your clit you almost jumped from the jolt of pleasure that shot through you along with another moan, “Oh my God, yes-”

It really hit you at that moment.

Just the weight of what you were doing, and how fucking exicting it was. The feeling was building, pleasure mounting and the fact that it was all being captured was making it so much more intense, how did you look? What if someone were to ever see this? See what you were like for him. It was almost too much from that alone, the mental aspect should never be underestimated and he seemed well aware of that and then you add on just how amazing it felt and you were done for. You were positive that the look on your face was a cross between sheer bliss and disbelief over how amazing it felt, that you were going to cum. Hands in the sheets, just needing to hold onto something, “Fuck, Stu-art-”

He pressed harder on your clit, a much harder thrust and that is all it took for you to cum for him, he had moved the camera back up and caught your face as it happened, you were totally in the moment, it felt very raw and real, not like you were performing.

Just yourself.

He always felt so lucky he got to see this side of you and now he had proof on video, could show you just what he saw all the time. He was very pleased with himself, the fact that you still acted like you, that he got to capture that beautiful and natural almost indefinable quality that you had.

It was too much for him as well.

You were hardly coming down when he pulled out, hand on himself, stroking himself to the end as he came over your still trembling body, unable to hold back the way he moaned your name. He was hardly able to hold the camera straight but again he was committed to the art and somehow managed. You laid back, arms stretching above your head with a satisfied sigh leaving you, a moment of comfortably fucked out silence, enjoying the post orgasm feeling as well as the feeling of his cum on your skin. You looked up to him and realized he was still rolling and so you got an idea, hand coming down and fingers scooping through the cum then bringing it up to your mouth, sucking your fingers as you looked up into the camera.

You heard the harsh inhale of air from him at the sight and that made you smirk, you brought your hand back down and collected some more, licking your fingers and he closed the viewfinder and ended the recording, tossing it aside and you smiled wider, asking, “Good?”

He was on you, a deep kiss that had such heat behind it and you moaned against his mouth, returning that kiss with tongue, allowing him to taste himself. He pulled back, breathless and looking hot and bothered, disheveled and he finally answered you, “Perfect. You are perfect.”

Dr Peter Andover: You wake up and find he's still not in bed. You have to get up, trudge down the halls in your fuzzy socks and go fetch him.

Erik Destler: You develop a fear that he's going to set a fire with all of the candles. He says it'll be fine, but you find yourself waking up in the middle of the night to one by one blow every single candle out- just to be safe. It takes a very long time 😅

Freddy Krueger: Startles you so bad you wake up with a jolt. You always go back to grumbling what you're going to say to him in a few minutes when you fall back asleep and can remind him in person that he is a bonehead.

Ian Essko: He's either yelling crassly into the phone or you just hear a harsh hissing 'shhhhhhh' sound from a can of lysol. Chuck a cushion at him.

Inkubus: He talks to your sleeping body sometimes and you just have to ignore it. Unless he's having you admit you were wrong about an argument during the day, then you have to sit up and squint-glare through the fatigue. That's not how it works, old man.

Jim Bickerman: Your senses at this point are keened to crazy Jim sounds. You sit up ram-rod straight, fully awake when you hear a shot outside, footsteps on the roof, or anything else not-quite-right. Oh no. No. No. No. What is the crazy old man doing-

Lyle Eckert: Similar to Ink, he'll bring up arguments again while you're asleep and sarcastically have you agree he was right and you were wrong. Either ignore him or chuck a pillow in his face when he thinks you're asleep. Think again, grouch.

Mayor Buckman: Civil War re-enactments in the square. Loud ones. He acts like they were trying to be quiet and is surprised, quite frankly, that they woke you. THEY WERE YELLING AND SHOOTING MUSKETS-

The Skull Collecter: You will wake up, every now and then, to him going over his skull shelf (which is not far from the bed, mind you. It's one room hut), muttering to them like they're still alive and having them talk back in different voices. What you do in responce to this is entirely your choice 😅

Stuart Lloyd: He'll be watching something on his laptop next to you and accidentally turn the volume on. To be fair on Stuart, he truly didn't mean it.