Happy Chack-olleen!
Just a little Chase and Jack Halloween story, for a challnge on the chase and Jack sommunity. Happy Halloween boils and ghouls.
Summary: A group of nerds summon the infamous Chase Young on Halloween the thing is he isn't alone.
Oh and a special thanks to dmictchel1985 for betaing this story.
The Summoning
"Tri-- trick or treat." Jack Spicer, Evil Boy Genius wheezed as once again, he was flattened into the dirt by the door to Chase Young's lair. The Lord of the mountain stood tall and proud as a lion sat obediently at his feet.
"Spicer, I thought I told you..." The man trailed off as he took in the young form that wobbled to his feet. The youth was dressed in an orange leotard splattered with black stripes that went under furry underwear with a tufted tail at the end. Thick looking tights were on his legs to keep him warm. On his fiery head was a headband with two pointy ears, one quirked to the far left. And to finish the ensemble a collar with a bell was strapped to his neck.
The Overlord narrowed his eyes as the feline at his side growled at the sight of the boy. Despite Spicer's frequent, and sometimes nightly visits, he always ignited the feeling of a hunt within his beasts. The costume was ridiculously childish and clashed horribly with Jack's milky skin, but Chase grew hot and itchy inside of his armour.
Jack could feel his stomach flip-flop as his Lord failed to issue a reply of any sort to his attire. Resisting the urge to bolt or wail about his idiocy on a dumb costume, the youth gulped and titled his head to the side. "Me-- meow."
The lizard man nodded his head as he stalked closer to the boy; his warrior trailing his steps. "Treat," Chase suggested as he grabbed the boy's arm and tugged him inside, ignoring his little squeak.
:p:
Three shady figures dressed in black robes… bathrobes, that is, sat on the three edges of the magic triangle. Tiny candles flickered as the youth at the peak began to speak, "Finally the reckoning is upon us, on this night of Hallowe--" the boy was interrupted as his friend frowned at him, his thick glasses gleamed in the candlelight.
"Hallow's Eve, Oliver," the boy corrected with a huff.
"Whatever. On this night of Hallow's Eve, the clouds will part and a full moon will emerge shinning the color of re--" Oliver Smith glowered as he was interrupted again.
"Oliver, honey," a voice called as the room was illuminated in fluorescent light and a fretting mother dotting at the doorway of her son's room. The woman gazed at her child and his two friends dressed in dark fluffy bathrobes, sitting awkwardly on the hardwood floor.
"Moooom, I told you to knock when you enter my Fortress of Solitude," Oliver whined as he scratched his hand through his cowlick.
"Sorry, sorry, I just wanted to tell you, your father and I are leaving now. And if you're going trick or treating, don't stray too far," she said and quickly left.
"Trick or treating? Seventeen-year-olds don't trick or treat," Oliver mumbled to his friends as he turned off the lights.
"That’s right," Trevor Ira, the boy on the left agreed as he pushed his glasses further up the bridge on his nose. "They go to parties... parties we're never invited to," he sniped.
"Who cares about parties, when we're dabbling in the dark arts?" Oliver defended as he squirmed on the floor.
"I still think we should just play with your sister's Ouija board instead of this magic circle game," Milton Banks slurred as he trailed his tongue against his black and orange braces and began to stuff chips into his mouth.
"It’s a triangle, Milton , okay and we’re not playing with the Ouija board, only girls play with Ouija boards. We're doing a summoning spell and were summoning Chase Young."
"A shame Jack isn't here, didn't he like this Chase Young?" Trevor asked.
"He still does, last time I spoke with him. But who knows what that kid’s doing, always with this gang called Xao-Minh or something... I think he's doing drugs though, always babbling about these Shen-Gong-Wu."
"Maybe Shen-Gong-Wu is street for crack," Milton chirped.
"I miss Jack," the three friends all thought sombrely. They were never particularly close to the boy, but they missed his presence, his high pitched screams, his arrogant laugh and especially the robotic gadgets he used to torture their foes at school.
"Oliver, it’s almost 6:00 , we should start now."
"Uh... okay." the three youths prepared themselves as they concentrated on the speaker.
"For the spirit to be willing, the flesh mu--"
"TRICK OR TREAT!"
"Damnit, I thought mom turned off all the lights, hang on," Ollie barked. Milton and Trevor listened as Oliver tromped down the stairs. The call of munchkins dressed as ghouls and goblins rang again.
"We’re not home," Oliver shouted.
"Yours lights are on an-- and you’re talking to us."
"... No candy." And with that Trevor stormed back into his room. The telltale sounds of splattering eggs hung in the background.
"Why didn’t you just give them the candy, Ollie?" Milton muttered as he began to pick a shell of a potato chip from his braces.
"Why are you eating chips, when you know it’s bad for your braces?" Oliver barked and with a sniff Milton shut up.
"Oliver, its 6:01, we have to wait till midnight now."
"Oh, just one minute, big deal... let's do it anyway, now:”
"For the spirit to be willing, the flesh must grow weak."
Milton placed the chalice in the middle of the triangle... It was actually a mug with 'world's best son printed on it'. Trevor shakily poured blood into the mug, which was actually red Kool-Aid, all three males got queasy just thinking about the body fluid. You develop odd neuroses when you’ve been beaten up from kindergarten to present.
"Just long enough to steal the dragon and pass him cheek to cheek."
Oliver finished the incantation with a deep sigh. The three youth’s nerves were on edge, as the candles flickered and the he shadows danced on the walls and…
"TRICK OR TREAT!"
"Oliver, flick on the lights," Trevor muttered.
"We should have played with the Ouija board instead," Milton muttered, as he finished off the bag of chips and looked around for more snacks.
"Milton , Ouija boards are for girls. Forget this, let’s go watch T.V. I think there's a "Munster" Marathon on Showca..." The youth trailed off as the magic triangle began to glow, the chalice melted into the floor as a shimmering lump began to take its place.
Trevor adjusted his glasses as he took at step back and nearly barrelled into his tubby friend. "Oli-- Oliver, it’s--"
"It’s Chase Young," Ollie breathed as the lump began to take on a shape.
It was Chase Young all right, and he wasn't alone.
The legendary and infamous Chase Young lives and was gay, apparently, since the stowaway he was on and… inside lacked breasts. The stranger was slim and was just as bare as the dark lord except for a headband on his head. It was a shame the orange headband clashed terribly with his red hair and white skin.
"Jack?" the three teenagers chorused as the boy in question turned confused red eyes upon them.
The evil overlord muttered something positively vile under his breath as he ceased his hips from thrusting. His pale lover squeaked and seemed to have gone into some sort of shock. With an out of character flare of chivalry, Chase flattened himself over his lover, causing the redhead to moan as it resulted in another thrust.
"I hate summoning spells," the Overlord barked as he stared at three stupefied teenagers. "Well, send us back you fools," the man growled as the three jumped into action. Ollie didn't remember what exactly he had said, but Chase Young and Ja-- they were gone and the mug was back in place.
"Oll-- Ollie, did that just happen?" Milton questioned, his eyes large and searching for answers.
"Oliver," Trevor added, for once looking at him for answers instead of bleating his own.
"Let's... let's just forget what happened and play with the Ouija board now, okay?" he squeaked as the other two nodded their heads in agreement.
Obviously, they were mistaken, obviously it was a trick on the senses, and obviously their old school chum Jack Spicer was not being fuc-- intimate with a fiction character called Chase Young.
:p:
There was an awkward moment between the lovers and Chase contemplated between quickly finishing up or pulling out of the youth. His mind was made up to finish up when Spicer began to nudge him uncomfortably close to his balls, and with a sigh, he reluctantly pulled out and settled beside the boy.
"You can be summoned; I never knew you could be summoned. How come you never told me you can be summoned?" Jack ranted.
Chase offered the boy a mild glower. "So stunts like that never happen... Did you know those fools, they called your name?" the overlord asked as Jack nodded.
"Oliver, Trevor and Milton, old acquaintances from school, and they haven't changed a bit. Although, Milton seemed to have put on a few," Spicer muttered as he trudged out of Chase’s bed; his libido dulled.
The lizard man watched his lover gather his clothing. Jack’s back muscles shifted as he bent down to retrieve his leotard. Chase sucked in a breath as he got an eyeful of the youth's rump.
The Evil Boy Genius squealed as he was yanked back into bed and greeted with the carnal look of mischief and lust mixed in his lord’s handsome features.
"Trick or Treat... Jack."
Summary: A group of nerds summon the infamous Chase Young on Halloween the thing is he isn't alone.
Oh and a special thanks to dmictchel1985 for betaing this story.
The Summoning
"Tri-- trick or treat." Jack Spicer, Evil Boy Genius wheezed as once again, he was flattened into the dirt by the door to Chase Young's lair. The Lord of the mountain stood tall and proud as a lion sat obediently at his feet.
"Spicer, I thought I told you..." The man trailed off as he took in the young form that wobbled to his feet. The youth was dressed in an orange leotard splattered with black stripes that went under furry underwear with a tufted tail at the end. Thick looking tights were on his legs to keep him warm. On his fiery head was a headband with two pointy ears, one quirked to the far left. And to finish the ensemble a collar with a bell was strapped to his neck.
The Overlord narrowed his eyes as the feline at his side growled at the sight of the boy. Despite Spicer's frequent, and sometimes nightly visits, he always ignited the feeling of a hunt within his beasts. The costume was ridiculously childish and clashed horribly with Jack's milky skin, but Chase grew hot and itchy inside of his armour.
Jack could feel his stomach flip-flop as his Lord failed to issue a reply of any sort to his attire. Resisting the urge to bolt or wail about his idiocy on a dumb costume, the youth gulped and titled his head to the side. "Me-- meow."
The lizard man nodded his head as he stalked closer to the boy; his warrior trailing his steps. "Treat," Chase suggested as he grabbed the boy's arm and tugged him inside, ignoring his little squeak.
:p:
Three shady figures dressed in black robes… bathrobes, that is, sat on the three edges of the magic triangle. Tiny candles flickered as the youth at the peak began to speak, "Finally the reckoning is upon us, on this night of Hallowe--" the boy was interrupted as his friend frowned at him, his thick glasses gleamed in the candlelight.
"Hallow's Eve, Oliver," the boy corrected with a huff.
"Whatever. On this night of Hallow's Eve, the clouds will part and a full moon will emerge shinning the color of re--" Oliver Smith glowered as he was interrupted again.
"Oliver, honey," a voice called as the room was illuminated in fluorescent light and a fretting mother dotting at the doorway of her son's room. The woman gazed at her child and his two friends dressed in dark fluffy bathrobes, sitting awkwardly on the hardwood floor.
"Moooom, I told you to knock when you enter my Fortress of Solitude," Oliver whined as he scratched his hand through his cowlick.
"Sorry, sorry, I just wanted to tell you, your father and I are leaving now. And if you're going trick or treating, don't stray too far," she said and quickly left.
"Trick or treating? Seventeen-year-olds don't trick or treat," Oliver mumbled to his friends as he turned off the lights.
"That’s right," Trevor Ira, the boy on the left agreed as he pushed his glasses further up the bridge on his nose. "They go to parties... parties we're never invited to," he sniped.
"Who cares about parties, when we're dabbling in the dark arts?" Oliver defended as he squirmed on the floor.
"I still think we should just play with your sister's Ouija board instead of this magic circle game," Milton Banks slurred as he trailed his tongue against his black and orange braces and began to stuff chips into his mouth.
"It’s a triangle, Milton , okay and we’re not playing with the Ouija board, only girls play with Ouija boards. We're doing a summoning spell and were summoning Chase Young."
"A shame Jack isn't here, didn't he like this Chase Young?" Trevor asked.
"He still does, last time I spoke with him. But who knows what that kid’s doing, always with this gang called Xao-Minh or something... I think he's doing drugs though, always babbling about these Shen-Gong-Wu."
"Maybe Shen-Gong-Wu is street for crack," Milton chirped.
"I miss Jack," the three friends all thought sombrely. They were never particularly close to the boy, but they missed his presence, his high pitched screams, his arrogant laugh and especially the robotic gadgets he used to torture their foes at school.
"Oliver, it’s almost 6:00 , we should start now."
"Uh... okay." the three youths prepared themselves as they concentrated on the speaker.
"For the spirit to be willing, the flesh mu--"
"TRICK OR TREAT!"
"Damnit, I thought mom turned off all the lights, hang on," Ollie barked. Milton and Trevor listened as Oliver tromped down the stairs. The call of munchkins dressed as ghouls and goblins rang again.
"We’re not home," Oliver shouted.
"Yours lights are on an-- and you’re talking to us."
"... No candy." And with that Trevor stormed back into his room. The telltale sounds of splattering eggs hung in the background.
"Why didn’t you just give them the candy, Ollie?" Milton muttered as he began to pick a shell of a potato chip from his braces.
"Why are you eating chips, when you know it’s bad for your braces?" Oliver barked and with a sniff Milton shut up.
"Oliver, its 6:01, we have to wait till midnight now."
"Oh, just one minute, big deal... let's do it anyway, now:”
"For the spirit to be willing, the flesh must grow weak."
Milton placed the chalice in the middle of the triangle... It was actually a mug with 'world's best son printed on it'. Trevor shakily poured blood into the mug, which was actually red Kool-Aid, all three males got queasy just thinking about the body fluid. You develop odd neuroses when you’ve been beaten up from kindergarten to present.
"Just long enough to steal the dragon and pass him cheek to cheek."
Oliver finished the incantation with a deep sigh. The three youth’s nerves were on edge, as the candles flickered and the he shadows danced on the walls and…
"TRICK OR TREAT!"
"Oliver, flick on the lights," Trevor muttered.
"We should have played with the Ouija board instead," Milton muttered, as he finished off the bag of chips and looked around for more snacks.
"Milton , Ouija boards are for girls. Forget this, let’s go watch T.V. I think there's a "Munster" Marathon on Showca..." The youth trailed off as the magic triangle began to glow, the chalice melted into the floor as a shimmering lump began to take its place.
Trevor adjusted his glasses as he took at step back and nearly barrelled into his tubby friend. "Oli-- Oliver, it’s--"
"It’s Chase Young," Ollie breathed as the lump began to take on a shape.
It was Chase Young all right, and he wasn't alone.
The legendary and infamous Chase Young lives and was gay, apparently, since the stowaway he was on and… inside lacked breasts. The stranger was slim and was just as bare as the dark lord except for a headband on his head. It was a shame the orange headband clashed terribly with his red hair and white skin.
"Jack?" the three teenagers chorused as the boy in question turned confused red eyes upon them.
The evil overlord muttered something positively vile under his breath as he ceased his hips from thrusting. His pale lover squeaked and seemed to have gone into some sort of shock. With an out of character flare of chivalry, Chase flattened himself over his lover, causing the redhead to moan as it resulted in another thrust.
"I hate summoning spells," the Overlord barked as he stared at three stupefied teenagers. "Well, send us back you fools," the man growled as the three jumped into action. Ollie didn't remember what exactly he had said, but Chase Young and Ja-- they were gone and the mug was back in place.
"Oll-- Ollie, did that just happen?" Milton questioned, his eyes large and searching for answers.
"Oliver," Trevor added, for once looking at him for answers instead of bleating his own.
"Let's... let's just forget what happened and play with the Ouija board now, okay?" he squeaked as the other two nodded their heads in agreement.
Obviously, they were mistaken, obviously it was a trick on the senses, and obviously their old school chum Jack Spicer was not being fuc-- intimate with a fiction character called Chase Young.
:p:
There was an awkward moment between the lovers and Chase contemplated between quickly finishing up or pulling out of the youth. His mind was made up to finish up when Spicer began to nudge him uncomfortably close to his balls, and with a sigh, he reluctantly pulled out and settled beside the boy.
"You can be summoned; I never knew you could be summoned. How come you never told me you can be summoned?" Jack ranted.
Chase offered the boy a mild glower. "So stunts like that never happen... Did you know those fools, they called your name?" the overlord asked as Jack nodded.
"Oliver, Trevor and Milton, old acquaintances from school, and they haven't changed a bit. Although, Milton seemed to have put on a few," Spicer muttered as he trudged out of Chase’s bed; his libido dulled.
The lizard man watched his lover gather his clothing. Jack’s back muscles shifted as he bent down to retrieve his leotard. Chase sucked in a breath as he got an eyeful of the youth's rump.
The Evil Boy Genius squealed as he was yanked back into bed and greeted with the carnal look of mischief and lust mixed in his lord’s handsome features.
"Trick or Treat... Jack."