Creature of the Night
Title: Creature of the Night
Author: blasthisass
Rating: R
Disclaimers: All characters and such property of ATWT, CBS and anyone else who can legally take credit for them. If they were mine, I would take infinitely better care of them.
Summary: Reid's Halloween plans for a cult classic do not go entirely as planned. Inspired by this photo
A/N: This is unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine
“No way.”
Reid raised an eyebrow, eyeing his reflection in the mirror in the living room of Katie’s apartment. He ran his fingers once through his curls once before flattening his T-shirt and wandering back to his couch and collapsing down onto it. “We had a deal. C’mon, my tights are giving me a wedgie.”
“No!” Luke yelled from the bathroom and Reid could hear the sound of a lock clicking shut. “I am not wearing this in public.”
“An agreement is an agreement,” Reid called back. “Now, I am a man of my word. I did, against my will, let you show me that God-awful movie-”
“Rocky Horror Picture Show is a classic! I can’t believe you’ve never seen it!” Luke yelled back and Reid could hear him pacing back and forth in the bathroom, as though he was looking for something, but reluctant to leave the bathroom.
“It was ridiculous,” Reid countered, picking up a magazine and flicking through it absentmindedly. “Either way, I agreed, under extreme coercion of beer, sandwiches and sex, to be Frankenfurter. It’s only fair that you go along with our agreement.”
“Are you fucking kidding me, Reid?” Luke exclaimed, bursting quickly out of the bathroom and ducking into Reid’s bedroom before the older man could see him. “I can’t go out trick-or-treating like this! Some kids will be scarred for life. I’m not even making you be so unbelievably risqué with yours as in the original.”
“You knew what you were getting into,” Reid called, leaning his head back against the back of the couch and glancing upside down at the door to his bedroom.
“God, you’re so stubborn! Reid, come o-” Luke paused suddenly and Reid smirked, knowing the blonde had come upon what he had planned. He saw Luke emerging angrily from the bedroom, arms crossed over his chest half in anger, half in slight embarrassment.
Reid’s mouth ran dry at the sight and he flipped over to get a right-side-up view of Luke and his blazing anger. He could feel him hardening at the very sight as he ran his eyes over the skimpiness of Luke’s outfit, consisting only of a pair of the tightest, metallic gold boxer briefs that Reid could find, riding dangerously low on Luke’s hips, and a pair of golden high top sneakers, which laced halfway up his calf. Luke’s cheeks were flushed pink and his blonde locks, usually styled in a light upsweep that always looked like he had just gotten out of bed, was simply falling into his eyes, making him look remarkably like the he had after Noah’s surgery, fury and all. Reid ran his tongue along his lips before they could crackle and dry and he raked his eyes along every contour of Luke’s body, completely intoxicated despite the fact that he had seen the sight countless times since Chris’s surgery over a month before. Reid’s eyes locked on the eye-catching gold of Luke’s boxer briefs, his pulse quickening dangerously and his jeans growing unbelievable tight.
“Fuck,” he whispered, completely turned on.
“My eyes are up here,” Luke pointed out crossly and Reid raised his eyes to Luke’s, giving him a hungry, wolfish grin.
“Never complain when I don’t look you in the eye, my friend.”
Luke shook his head. “Where are my clothes?”
Reid clothed his smirk with a look of Bambi-like innocence, which had mastered almost perfectly since getting together with Luke. “Your clothes? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Luke shook his head incredulously, biting his lip in irritation. “I can’t believe you,” he started, sounding half angry, half amused as he strolled further into the room. “You took my clothes because you knew that I would-” He stopped dead in front of the couch before he could even start his search for the clothes that had been conveniently removed from Reid’s bedroom. His mouth dropped open as he caught sight of Reid’s outfit. “Why aren’t you dressed?” he demanded.
“Did I say I was?” Reid inquired innocently.
“You said tights, implying you were dressed. Why aren’t you dressed?”
Reid raised an eyebrow, standing up and walking over to the mirror by the door, squinting mockingly at his reflection. “Okay, first of all,” he started, holding up one finger and watching Luke gleefully in the mirror, “I’m definitely more dressed than you are. Second of all, what’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
Luke mouthed openly for almost a minute before finally stuttering out indignantly. “The only reason I’m dressed like this is because you guilted me into not making you dress like a freak all by yourself and now you’re not even dressing up?”
Reid clutched his heart dramatically, staggering backward away from is reflection mockingly. “How dare you?” He motioned at his jeans and the hammer on his tight black T-shirt. “I am dressed up. I’m obviously Captain Hammer.”
Luke shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that he had shown that internet musical to Reid along with Rocky Horror and now they were both being used against him. “That is almost as unoriginal as dressing up as a doctor.”
“Yeah, I thought I’d done that too many times already.”
“What happened to ‘I’m a man of my word?’” Luke demanded.
“Yeah. That doesn’t hold under circumstances when I’m forced into an agreement against my will. It’s in the manly book of honor. Look it up.”
“Reid. Where are my clothes?”
“You’re dressed. Important parts are covered. I don’t see the problem,” Reid chuckled, putting his keys and his cell phone into the pockets of his tight black jeans.
“Reid, we’re going trick-or-treating. We’re going to meet up with my family!” Luke exclaimed, rifling through the couch cushions, as though believing that Reid had hidden his clothes there. “I can’t wear this in front of my mother and my siblings!”
Reid frowned in concern, as though he hadn’t considered this possibility. “We’re meeting up with the Snyder clan?”
Luke sighed in relief, as it sounded that Reid was ready to cave. “Yes.”
Reid snorted in amusement. “I’m sure Faith’s inner slut will appreciate it,” he chuckled, stepping around Luke and going to the kitchen, where his leather jacket was hanging on the back of the chair.
Luke’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. “Are you serious? I tell you that my mother will see me like this and that still doesn’t deter you from making me wear this?”
Reid shrugged. “That actually hardens my resolve, as I desperately need to see both Lily’s reaction and your babbling attempts to explain this whole thing to her.”
“Asshole,” Luke muttered angrily, replacing the pillows on the couch and fiddling with his boxer briefs, as though unsure of what he ought to do to make them cover more skin than they already were. He looked aimlessly around the room, wondering where Reid may have hidden his clothes before his eyes lit up and he glanced toward the kitchen, where Reid had popped open a bottle of beer. Luke eyed him, panning down to the fading hard-on that he had started to develop and he couldn’t help but smirk. Two can play at that game, Dr. Oliver.
“What if no one gets it?” he whined mockingly, tilting his head toward the kitchen as Reid started to prepare an emergency sandwich, in case Luke’s stubbornness took up a good amount of time.
“They’ll get it,” Reid replied absent mindedly, distracting himself from Luke in the hopes that his hardening cock would mellow out before they had to go out in public.
Luke smirked, perfectly aware of what Reid appeared to be up to. “I guess, but what fun is it just to explain?” he whined, flicking his hips to the side saucily as he walked over to the kitchen. “Maybe I should sing as I trick-or-treat?”
“Don’t. You have a terrible voice.”
“Oh, Dr. Oliver, you are quite the charmer,” Luke laughed, absolutely positive that Reid could partially see him in the reflection of the microwave door.
“That’s Captain Hammer to you, buster.”
Luke chuckled and hummed lightly under his breath as he looked vaguely around the kitchen. “Thought there was no use getting . . . into heavy petting . . . it only leads to trouble and seat wetting.”
He flashed at Reid’s back and saw the man shake his head in slightly exasperation. Luke smirked and approached, singing softly. “Now all I want to know . . . Is how to go . . . I’ve tasted blood and I want more.” He wrapped his arms lightly around Reid’s torso, his lips grazing the skin at the back of Reid’s neck. “I’ll put up no resistance,” he murmured musically, grinding hard against Reid’s ass as the older man let out a soft gasp of surprise and arousal. “I’ve got an itch to scratch.” Luke ran his fingers down Reid’s chest, raking his fingernails along the tight black shirt. “I need assistance,” he whispered into Reid’s ear, tongue darting out snake-like to lick down Reid’s jaw. Reid let out a soft moan and leaned his head back and to the side, thoroughly enjoying what Luke was doing.
“Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me . . . I want to be dirty,” Luke sang softly, palming Reid’s cock hard through his jeans before whirling around and grinding their cocks together, his breath ticking Reid’s senses as the man groaned aloud. Luke eased his hands under the waistband of Reid’s jeans and brought his lips extremely close to Reid’s. “Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me . . . Creature of the night,” he murmured into Reid’s lips before sticking his tongue between Reid’s lips when they parted for his groaning exhalation.
Reid sucked hard on Luke’s tongue, hands threading through Luke’s hair as he turned the younger man around and pressed him firmly against the kitchen counter, sandwiches, beer and Halloween itself forgotten as Reid ground himself against Luke. “Mmph, much better idea,” he muttered, sucking on Luke’s neck. “Ever tell you that I dislike Halloween?”
Luke chuckled, feeling Reid’s hard cock moving in small circles against his thigh. “All the time,” he laughed.
“What do you say we . . . skip the atrocities and take this somewhere more . . . intimate?” Reid muttered, pulling firmly against Luke’s hair to expose the long line of his throat.
Luke hummed, sending vibrations from his throat straight down to Reid’s groin. “I say . . .” he murmured, his voice husky and seductive. “I say . . . Oh! They’re here,” Luke exclaimed suddenly, ducking out from Reid’s grip and skipping lightly to the door.
Reid opened his mouth in disbelief, the throbbing of his impossibly hard cock almost visible through the fabric of his jeans. His mind was completely blank in shock as he heard Luke chatting happily with Casey and Alison and dancing about in his costume as they laughed at how bold he must be to go out into Oakdale wearing quite that outfit. Luke laughed loudly, suddenly overcome with a confidence that enticed him not to change costumes and countered with something regarding Henry’s probable costume.
Reid shook his head, looking almost impressed with what Luke seemed to be pulling. He glanced toward the bedroom, wondering if he had enough time to relieve himself before they left. Because not only were his jeans unusually tight on their own, he knew he could not leave the house with such a completely obvious hard on.
Luke skipped over, grinning and grabbing his trick-or-treating pillowcase from the table. “Let’s go,” he smirked cheerfully and escaped toward the door after giving Reid the tiniest peck on the cheek.
“You’re kidding me, right?” Reid muttered, his gaze narrowed.
“Of course not. Jeez, for a guy with photographic memory, you sure tend to forget a lot of details, like the fact that it’s Halloween and we’re going trick-or-treating,” Luke murmured sadly, following Casey out the door.
Reid shook his head, unable to move without his jeans rubbing him in some unfortunate way, even despite the fabric of his underwear separating his cock and his jeans. Luke doubled back evilly, sticking his head in the doorway. “You coming?”
“Unfortunately not,” Reid replied through gritted teeth, meeting Luke’s absolutely maniacal gaze.
“You know, no one would be able to tell if you’d worn that skirt we bought you last week,” Luke informed him, eyeing Reid’s cock with a smirk before ducking out of the room. “Let’s go, Reid! My mom is waiting!”
Reid shook his head, grabbing his leather jacket and holding it in front of his crotch as he followed his boyfriend out the door. “God, you little fucker. Oh, you will pay.”
Author: blasthisass
Rating: R
Disclaimers: All characters and such property of ATWT, CBS and anyone else who can legally take credit for them. If they were mine, I would take infinitely better care of them.
Summary: Reid's Halloween plans for a cult classic do not go entirely as planned. Inspired by this photo
A/N: This is unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine
“No way.”
Reid raised an eyebrow, eyeing his reflection in the mirror in the living room of Katie’s apartment. He ran his fingers once through his curls once before flattening his T-shirt and wandering back to his couch and collapsing down onto it. “We had a deal. C’mon, my tights are giving me a wedgie.”
“No!” Luke yelled from the bathroom and Reid could hear the sound of a lock clicking shut. “I am not wearing this in public.”
“An agreement is an agreement,” Reid called back. “Now, I am a man of my word. I did, against my will, let you show me that God-awful movie-”
“Rocky Horror Picture Show is a classic! I can’t believe you’ve never seen it!” Luke yelled back and Reid could hear him pacing back and forth in the bathroom, as though he was looking for something, but reluctant to leave the bathroom.
“It was ridiculous,” Reid countered, picking up a magazine and flicking through it absentmindedly. “Either way, I agreed, under extreme coercion of beer, sandwiches and sex, to be Frankenfurter. It’s only fair that you go along with our agreement.”
“Are you fucking kidding me, Reid?” Luke exclaimed, bursting quickly out of the bathroom and ducking into Reid’s bedroom before the older man could see him. “I can’t go out trick-or-treating like this! Some kids will be scarred for life. I’m not even making you be so unbelievably risqué with yours as in the original.”
“You knew what you were getting into,” Reid called, leaning his head back against the back of the couch and glancing upside down at the door to his bedroom.
“God, you’re so stubborn! Reid, come o-” Luke paused suddenly and Reid smirked, knowing the blonde had come upon what he had planned. He saw Luke emerging angrily from the bedroom, arms crossed over his chest half in anger, half in slight embarrassment.
Reid’s mouth ran dry at the sight and he flipped over to get a right-side-up view of Luke and his blazing anger. He could feel him hardening at the very sight as he ran his eyes over the skimpiness of Luke’s outfit, consisting only of a pair of the tightest, metallic gold boxer briefs that Reid could find, riding dangerously low on Luke’s hips, and a pair of golden high top sneakers, which laced halfway up his calf. Luke’s cheeks were flushed pink and his blonde locks, usually styled in a light upsweep that always looked like he had just gotten out of bed, was simply falling into his eyes, making him look remarkably like the he had after Noah’s surgery, fury and all. Reid ran his tongue along his lips before they could crackle and dry and he raked his eyes along every contour of Luke’s body, completely intoxicated despite the fact that he had seen the sight countless times since Chris’s surgery over a month before. Reid’s eyes locked on the eye-catching gold of Luke’s boxer briefs, his pulse quickening dangerously and his jeans growing unbelievable tight.
“Fuck,” he whispered, completely turned on.
“My eyes are up here,” Luke pointed out crossly and Reid raised his eyes to Luke’s, giving him a hungry, wolfish grin.
“Never complain when I don’t look you in the eye, my friend.”
Luke shook his head. “Where are my clothes?”
Reid clothed his smirk with a look of Bambi-like innocence, which had mastered almost perfectly since getting together with Luke. “Your clothes? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Luke shook his head incredulously, biting his lip in irritation. “I can’t believe you,” he started, sounding half angry, half amused as he strolled further into the room. “You took my clothes because you knew that I would-” He stopped dead in front of the couch before he could even start his search for the clothes that had been conveniently removed from Reid’s bedroom. His mouth dropped open as he caught sight of Reid’s outfit. “Why aren’t you dressed?” he demanded.
“Did I say I was?” Reid inquired innocently.
“You said tights, implying you were dressed. Why aren’t you dressed?”
Reid raised an eyebrow, standing up and walking over to the mirror by the door, squinting mockingly at his reflection. “Okay, first of all,” he started, holding up one finger and watching Luke gleefully in the mirror, “I’m definitely more dressed than you are. Second of all, what’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
Luke mouthed openly for almost a minute before finally stuttering out indignantly. “The only reason I’m dressed like this is because you guilted me into not making you dress like a freak all by yourself and now you’re not even dressing up?”
Reid clutched his heart dramatically, staggering backward away from is reflection mockingly. “How dare you?” He motioned at his jeans and the hammer on his tight black T-shirt. “I am dressed up. I’m obviously Captain Hammer.”
Luke shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that he had shown that internet musical to Reid along with Rocky Horror and now they were both being used against him. “That is almost as unoriginal as dressing up as a doctor.”
“Yeah, I thought I’d done that too many times already.”
“What happened to ‘I’m a man of my word?’” Luke demanded.
“Yeah. That doesn’t hold under circumstances when I’m forced into an agreement against my will. It’s in the manly book of honor. Look it up.”
“Reid. Where are my clothes?”
“You’re dressed. Important parts are covered. I don’t see the problem,” Reid chuckled, putting his keys and his cell phone into the pockets of his tight black jeans.
“Reid, we’re going trick-or-treating. We’re going to meet up with my family!” Luke exclaimed, rifling through the couch cushions, as though believing that Reid had hidden his clothes there. “I can’t wear this in front of my mother and my siblings!”
Reid frowned in concern, as though he hadn’t considered this possibility. “We’re meeting up with the Snyder clan?”
Luke sighed in relief, as it sounded that Reid was ready to cave. “Yes.”
Reid snorted in amusement. “I’m sure Faith’s inner slut will appreciate it,” he chuckled, stepping around Luke and going to the kitchen, where his leather jacket was hanging on the back of the chair.
Luke’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. “Are you serious? I tell you that my mother will see me like this and that still doesn’t deter you from making me wear this?”
Reid shrugged. “That actually hardens my resolve, as I desperately need to see both Lily’s reaction and your babbling attempts to explain this whole thing to her.”
“Asshole,” Luke muttered angrily, replacing the pillows on the couch and fiddling with his boxer briefs, as though unsure of what he ought to do to make them cover more skin than they already were. He looked aimlessly around the room, wondering where Reid may have hidden his clothes before his eyes lit up and he glanced toward the kitchen, where Reid had popped open a bottle of beer. Luke eyed him, panning down to the fading hard-on that he had started to develop and he couldn’t help but smirk. Two can play at that game, Dr. Oliver.
“What if no one gets it?” he whined mockingly, tilting his head toward the kitchen as Reid started to prepare an emergency sandwich, in case Luke’s stubbornness took up a good amount of time.
“They’ll get it,” Reid replied absent mindedly, distracting himself from Luke in the hopes that his hardening cock would mellow out before they had to go out in public.
Luke smirked, perfectly aware of what Reid appeared to be up to. “I guess, but what fun is it just to explain?” he whined, flicking his hips to the side saucily as he walked over to the kitchen. “Maybe I should sing as I trick-or-treat?”
“Don’t. You have a terrible voice.”
“Oh, Dr. Oliver, you are quite the charmer,” Luke laughed, absolutely positive that Reid could partially see him in the reflection of the microwave door.
“That’s Captain Hammer to you, buster.”
Luke chuckled and hummed lightly under his breath as he looked vaguely around the kitchen. “Thought there was no use getting . . . into heavy petting . . . it only leads to trouble and seat wetting.”
He flashed at Reid’s back and saw the man shake his head in slightly exasperation. Luke smirked and approached, singing softly. “Now all I want to know . . . Is how to go . . . I’ve tasted blood and I want more.” He wrapped his arms lightly around Reid’s torso, his lips grazing the skin at the back of Reid’s neck. “I’ll put up no resistance,” he murmured musically, grinding hard against Reid’s ass as the older man let out a soft gasp of surprise and arousal. “I’ve got an itch to scratch.” Luke ran his fingers down Reid’s chest, raking his fingernails along the tight black shirt. “I need assistance,” he whispered into Reid’s ear, tongue darting out snake-like to lick down Reid’s jaw. Reid let out a soft moan and leaned his head back and to the side, thoroughly enjoying what Luke was doing.
“Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me . . . I want to be dirty,” Luke sang softly, palming Reid’s cock hard through his jeans before whirling around and grinding their cocks together, his breath ticking Reid’s senses as the man groaned aloud. Luke eased his hands under the waistband of Reid’s jeans and brought his lips extremely close to Reid’s. “Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me . . . Creature of the night,” he murmured into Reid’s lips before sticking his tongue between Reid’s lips when they parted for his groaning exhalation.
Reid sucked hard on Luke’s tongue, hands threading through Luke’s hair as he turned the younger man around and pressed him firmly against the kitchen counter, sandwiches, beer and Halloween itself forgotten as Reid ground himself against Luke. “Mmph, much better idea,” he muttered, sucking on Luke’s neck. “Ever tell you that I dislike Halloween?”
Luke chuckled, feeling Reid’s hard cock moving in small circles against his thigh. “All the time,” he laughed.
“What do you say we . . . skip the atrocities and take this somewhere more . . . intimate?” Reid muttered, pulling firmly against Luke’s hair to expose the long line of his throat.
Luke hummed, sending vibrations from his throat straight down to Reid’s groin. “I say . . .” he murmured, his voice husky and seductive. “I say . . . Oh! They’re here,” Luke exclaimed suddenly, ducking out from Reid’s grip and skipping lightly to the door.
Reid opened his mouth in disbelief, the throbbing of his impossibly hard cock almost visible through the fabric of his jeans. His mind was completely blank in shock as he heard Luke chatting happily with Casey and Alison and dancing about in his costume as they laughed at how bold he must be to go out into Oakdale wearing quite that outfit. Luke laughed loudly, suddenly overcome with a confidence that enticed him not to change costumes and countered with something regarding Henry’s probable costume.
Reid shook his head, looking almost impressed with what Luke seemed to be pulling. He glanced toward the bedroom, wondering if he had enough time to relieve himself before they left. Because not only were his jeans unusually tight on their own, he knew he could not leave the house with such a completely obvious hard on.
Luke skipped over, grinning and grabbing his trick-or-treating pillowcase from the table. “Let’s go,” he smirked cheerfully and escaped toward the door after giving Reid the tiniest peck on the cheek.
“You’re kidding me, right?” Reid muttered, his gaze narrowed.
“Of course not. Jeez, for a guy with photographic memory, you sure tend to forget a lot of details, like the fact that it’s Halloween and we’re going trick-or-treating,” Luke murmured sadly, following Casey out the door.
Reid shook his head, unable to move without his jeans rubbing him in some unfortunate way, even despite the fabric of his underwear separating his cock and his jeans. Luke doubled back evilly, sticking his head in the doorway. “You coming?”
“Unfortunately not,” Reid replied through gritted teeth, meeting Luke’s absolutely maniacal gaze.
“You know, no one would be able to tell if you’d worn that skirt we bought you last week,” Luke informed him, eyeing Reid’s cock with a smirk before ducking out of the room. “Let’s go, Reid! My mom is waiting!”
Reid shook his head, grabbing his leather jacket and holding it in front of his crotch as he followed his boyfriend out the door. “God, you little fucker. Oh, you will pay.”