Challenge #14: October BINGO of Doom! (4 prompts)
Title: Trick-or-Treat
Prompts Used: Revolution, Dancing Under the Stars, Trick or Treat, Handmade (4)
Word Count: 2021
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Original: Paying the Consequences
Pairings (if any): None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): None
Summary: Justin takes Kyle trick-or-treating.
Trick-or-Treat
By Lori Finnegan
October 2015
Justin handed a pair of dark sunglasses to his little brother, Kyle, who put them on and looked at himself in the mirror. Kyle looked like a mini version of Justin in their Blues’ Brothers costumes for Halloween.
“Justin, how are we supposed to see outside in the dark if we wear these?” Kyle asked.
“If it’s too dark, you can take them off, but keep them on for now. We need to make an impression.” Justin looked at himself in the mirror and straightened his tie.
Kyle copied Justin and made like he was straightening his own tie. “Nicki’s already gone to her party and mom’s in bed with a headache. Who are we going to impress? Phil? You must be joking.”
“Not Phil.” Justin turned to him and grinned. “The world.” He paused and looked at himself in the mirror again. “Well, at least our neighborhood. Come on. Let’s get going. Grab your pillowcase.”
Kyle picked up the pillowcase and looked up at his brother. “Aren’t you going to trick or treat? You only got out one pillow case.”
Justin smiled at him. “People don’t really like to give adults candy.”
“You’re not an adult,” Kyle said, laughing. “Adults are people like Mom and Grandma… and maybe Phil. Sometimes.”
“When you turn eighteen, you automatically become an adult,” Justin said and pushed him toward the bathroom door. “And I’m nineteen so I’ve been one for a full year.”
Kyle was still giggling when they emerged from the hall and into the living room where Phil was sitting on the couch with the remote in his hand.
He took one look at his brothers and rolled his eyes. “What the hell are you doing dressing Kyle up as your mini-me? You two look ridiculous--like clones or something.”
Justin put his arm around Kyle’s shoulders and grinned at Phil. “We’re the Blues Brothers.”
“I’m feeling blue, alright,” Phil said and turned back to the television.
Justin rolled his eyes and then pulled Kyle towards the door. “Let’s hit the road.” He saw a bowl of snack sized chocolate bars on the table and turned towards Phi. “Hey, are you gonna hand out candy?”
Phil shrugged. “If I feel like it.”
“Whatever.” Justin pushed the door open and led Kyle out, but not before flipping their porchlight on. It was his pleasure to make sure that as many kids as possible came to the door for Phil. The sky was dark, though the streets were lit up not only by streetlights, but porchlights and pumpkins, their candles flickering all the way down the block.
Kyle ran ahead of him, skipping down the steps and over the lawn, and Justin followed him at a more sedate pace. Next door, there were a group of kids standing on the front steps, holding out their buckets while the neighbors deposited candy into them. The two of them made their way down the block, and at the end, Kyle already had an impressive amount of candy in his bag.
“Hey. Justin.”
Justin turned around from where they stood at the end of the block, waiting to cross. His old friend, Michael, from elementary school was standing on the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets. Michael’s little sister, Chloe, was walking towards him from the house at the corner.
“Hey, Michael.” Justin grabbed Kyle’s sleeve to prevent him from crossing without him. “Taking your little sister out?”
“Yeah. And you’ve got your brother. Wow, I haven’t seen you two in a while. He looks just like you did when you were a kid.”
Kyle was bouncing beside him. “We’re the Blues Brothers,” he said.
“I see that,” Michael said, smiling. “I didn’t wear a costume this year, but Chloe’s supposed to be some sort of princess.”
Chloe waved her wand at Justin and Kyle. “A fairy princess.”
Before Justin could reply, he felt Kyle tugging at his sleeve.
“Let’s go,” Kyle said, attempting to pull Justin back toward the intersection.
“Alright,” Justin said between his teeth to Kyle and then turned back to Michael. “We better get going. Nice to see you.” And then he let Kyle drag him across the street while Michael and Chloe both waved at them.
“You were thinking about hanging out with them, weren’t you,” Kyle said, looking up at Justin with narrowed eyes.
Justin grinned at him. “Not a chance.”
“You said it would be just us,” Kyle said and then hopped up onto the curb. “I don’t wanna share you with some stupid fairy princess or whatever she was supposed to be in her crappy homemade costume.”
“You don’t have to share me.” Justin took Kyle’s hand and tried to pull him along the sidewalk, but Kyle wouldn’t budge from his spot on the curb. When Justin looked back at him, Kyle pointed to the house on the corner with wide eyes. Justin followed his gaze, and his eyes landed the creepy old house on the corner. In the daytime, it appeared just a little run down and covered in vines, surrounded by giant oak trees that towered over the property. At night, it looked like a haunted mansion, the oak branches looming above them like creepy arms that reached up into the sky.
“You’ve seen this house a million times before. You walk past it to get to the bus stop every day.” Justin tugged on Kyle’s hand.
Kyle finally allowed Justin to pull him onto the sidewalk. “It doesn’t look like this during the day.”
They paused in front of the cracked sidewalk that led up to the front of the house and looked towards the door, Kyle clasping tightly to Justin’s hand. Just when Justin was about to pull him along, being that the house was completely dark and obviously not open to trick-or-treaters, a group of boys came running along the side of the house and right towards them. Justin pulled Kyle aside, and held onto him while the boys each unloaded a jack-o-lantern from their jackets and slammed them down onto the sidewalk.
Pumpkin matter flew up from the ground, and both Justin and Kyle shielded their faces to keep it out of their eyes. By the time they looked back at the destruction, the boys were running and laughing down the block where they ducked into an alley and out of sight.
Justin was trying to think of something funny to say when a police car pulled up alongside the curb and they froze again, waiting to see what would happen next. Kyle dropped his hand and scrambled behind Justin’s larger form, but he wasn’t afraid to peek out around him to watch a police officer get out of the car.
“Let me do the talking,” Justin said in a low voice so that only Kyle would hear him.
“Hello there… Blues Brothers,” the cop said, standing on the other side of the pumpkin guts. He was tall and wide, with a round middle.
Justin knew they could outrun him, which probably wasn’t the best idea, but he filed it away for future reference just in case. “That’s us…” Justin said and chuckled nervously.
The cop walked around the mess and shined his flashlight in Justin’s face. “Take off your sunglasses.”
Justin obeyed and stood still while the cop looked at him.
“So,” the cop said, briefly pointing his flashlight in Kyle’s direction before snapping it off. “Taking your little brother trick-or-treating?”
“Yes, sir,” Justin said.
“Up to some mischief?”
“No, sir.” Justin swatted at Kyle back behind him, but failed, and Kyle escaped.
“Mr Police officer?” Kyle said, his sunglasses now off, too. “We didn’t smash those pumpkins. It was a bunch of boys that ran that way.” He pointed toward the alley down the block.
Justin watched the police officer smile down at Kyle, and he thought about how convenient it would be to be so young and innocent looking. There was no way Justin would have ever been able to charm the guy. Now if it had been a lady cop…
“Oh, really?” The officer leaned back to look where Kyle had pointed and then took another look at the pumpkins.
“Is it illegal to smash pumpkins?” Kyle asked.
The cop put his flashback back into his belt. “It’s called vandalism, son. It could get you a citation.”
“Well, I wasn’t thinking about doing it,” Kyle replied. “I was just curious because those boys ran away really fast.”
Justin doubted that this particular cop was going to run after them almost as much as he doubted his brother knew what a citation was. If anything, the guy would continue to drive around in his patrol car, keeping an eye out.
“What’s your name, son?” The cop looked back up at Justin.
“Justin,” Justin said. “Justin Taylor. We live just down the block.”
Kyle was still glued to Justin’s side. “I’m Kyle. I’m his little brother.”
The cop smiled again at him. “I sort of figured that. Okay, well, you two behave yourselves, and be sure to stay safe.”
“Yes, sir,” Justin said, and the two of them watched the cop walk back to his car and hoist himself into it. It wasn’t long before he was driving slowly down the block once more. Justin wondered if it was a pretty slow Halloween for them if all they were doing was looking for pumpkin smashers.
“Justin,” Kyle said, tugging on his sleeve.
Justin looked down at him.
“Don’t you think cops should hand out candy?” he asked. “Especially since now we’re behind by fifteen whole minutes?”
Justin laughed. “That wasn’t fifteen minutes. Come on. Let’s go fill your pillow case.”
Kyle grinned at him and then ran ahead to the next house. Together they hit practically every house in the neighborhood until it became too late and people started turning off their lights. And then they trudged home, Justin carrying Kyle’s pillow case filled with candy and treats.
Justin threw the front door open and held it so that Kyle could walk in ahead of him. He stepped inside and then closed the door behind himself, hefting the pillowcase over his shoulder. Phil was still sitting on the couch with the remote still in his hand and looking vaguely sleepy until he heard the door slam and then looked over. Justin didn’t think he had moved at all from when they had set out for the night.
Kyle strutted out to stand right in front of the television and put his hands on his hips. “And we won’t share our candy with you, Phil, since you didn’t help at all.”
Justin glanced at the bowl by the door and saw that it was almost untouched. And he could guess where the few missing pieces had gone, considering there were several candy wrappers on the coffee table. “Nice job handing out candy, by the way,” he said.
“Beat it, both of you,” Phil said, trying to see the TV around Kyle’s form. “Go get sick from eating all your candy. Just don’t come crying to me.”
“Let’s go.” Justin walked past the couch and motioned that Kyle should follow him. “Let’s leave Crabby-Pants here alone.”
For that comment, Justin was pelted in the side of the head with a fun sized candy bar. He turned to look at Phil just before he reached the stairs. “Nice aim.”
Kyle bounded up the stairs ahead of him, completely missing his older brothers’ exchange with one another. “Come on, Justin. I’m going to give you some of my candy.”
Justin dodged another fun sized candy bar and then raced after Kyle.
Prompts Used: Revolution, Dancing Under the Stars, Trick or Treat, Handmade (4)
Word Count: 2021
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Original: Paying the Consequences
Pairings (if any): None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): None
Summary: Justin takes Kyle trick-or-treating.
Trick-or-Treat
By Lori Finnegan
October 2015
Justin handed a pair of dark sunglasses to his little brother, Kyle, who put them on and looked at himself in the mirror. Kyle looked like a mini version of Justin in their Blues’ Brothers costumes for Halloween.
“Justin, how are we supposed to see outside in the dark if we wear these?” Kyle asked.
“If it’s too dark, you can take them off, but keep them on for now. We need to make an impression.” Justin looked at himself in the mirror and straightened his tie.
Kyle copied Justin and made like he was straightening his own tie. “Nicki’s already gone to her party and mom’s in bed with a headache. Who are we going to impress? Phil? You must be joking.”
“Not Phil.” Justin turned to him and grinned. “The world.” He paused and looked at himself in the mirror again. “Well, at least our neighborhood. Come on. Let’s get going. Grab your pillowcase.”
Kyle picked up the pillowcase and looked up at his brother. “Aren’t you going to trick or treat? You only got out one pillow case.”
Justin smiled at him. “People don’t really like to give adults candy.”
“You’re not an adult,” Kyle said, laughing. “Adults are people like Mom and Grandma… and maybe Phil. Sometimes.”
“When you turn eighteen, you automatically become an adult,” Justin said and pushed him toward the bathroom door. “And I’m nineteen so I’ve been one for a full year.”
Kyle was still giggling when they emerged from the hall and into the living room where Phil was sitting on the couch with the remote in his hand.
He took one look at his brothers and rolled his eyes. “What the hell are you doing dressing Kyle up as your mini-me? You two look ridiculous--like clones or something.”
Justin put his arm around Kyle’s shoulders and grinned at Phil. “We’re the Blues Brothers.”
“I’m feeling blue, alright,” Phil said and turned back to the television.
Justin rolled his eyes and then pulled Kyle towards the door. “Let’s hit the road.” He saw a bowl of snack sized chocolate bars on the table and turned towards Phi. “Hey, are you gonna hand out candy?”
Phil shrugged. “If I feel like it.”
“Whatever.” Justin pushed the door open and led Kyle out, but not before flipping their porchlight on. It was his pleasure to make sure that as many kids as possible came to the door for Phil. The sky was dark, though the streets were lit up not only by streetlights, but porchlights and pumpkins, their candles flickering all the way down the block.
Kyle ran ahead of him, skipping down the steps and over the lawn, and Justin followed him at a more sedate pace. Next door, there were a group of kids standing on the front steps, holding out their buckets while the neighbors deposited candy into them. The two of them made their way down the block, and at the end, Kyle already had an impressive amount of candy in his bag.
“Hey. Justin.”
Justin turned around from where they stood at the end of the block, waiting to cross. His old friend, Michael, from elementary school was standing on the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets. Michael’s little sister, Chloe, was walking towards him from the house at the corner.
“Hey, Michael.” Justin grabbed Kyle’s sleeve to prevent him from crossing without him. “Taking your little sister out?”
“Yeah. And you’ve got your brother. Wow, I haven’t seen you two in a while. He looks just like you did when you were a kid.”
Kyle was bouncing beside him. “We’re the Blues Brothers,” he said.
“I see that,” Michael said, smiling. “I didn’t wear a costume this year, but Chloe’s supposed to be some sort of princess.”
Chloe waved her wand at Justin and Kyle. “A fairy princess.”
Before Justin could reply, he felt Kyle tugging at his sleeve.
“Let’s go,” Kyle said, attempting to pull Justin back toward the intersection.
“Alright,” Justin said between his teeth to Kyle and then turned back to Michael. “We better get going. Nice to see you.” And then he let Kyle drag him across the street while Michael and Chloe both waved at them.
“You were thinking about hanging out with them, weren’t you,” Kyle said, looking up at Justin with narrowed eyes.
Justin grinned at him. “Not a chance.”
“You said it would be just us,” Kyle said and then hopped up onto the curb. “I don’t wanna share you with some stupid fairy princess or whatever she was supposed to be in her crappy homemade costume.”
“You don’t have to share me.” Justin took Kyle’s hand and tried to pull him along the sidewalk, but Kyle wouldn’t budge from his spot on the curb. When Justin looked back at him, Kyle pointed to the house on the corner with wide eyes. Justin followed his gaze, and his eyes landed the creepy old house on the corner. In the daytime, it appeared just a little run down and covered in vines, surrounded by giant oak trees that towered over the property. At night, it looked like a haunted mansion, the oak branches looming above them like creepy arms that reached up into the sky.
“You’ve seen this house a million times before. You walk past it to get to the bus stop every day.” Justin tugged on Kyle’s hand.
Kyle finally allowed Justin to pull him onto the sidewalk. “It doesn’t look like this during the day.”
They paused in front of the cracked sidewalk that led up to the front of the house and looked towards the door, Kyle clasping tightly to Justin’s hand. Just when Justin was about to pull him along, being that the house was completely dark and obviously not open to trick-or-treaters, a group of boys came running along the side of the house and right towards them. Justin pulled Kyle aside, and held onto him while the boys each unloaded a jack-o-lantern from their jackets and slammed them down onto the sidewalk.
Pumpkin matter flew up from the ground, and both Justin and Kyle shielded their faces to keep it out of their eyes. By the time they looked back at the destruction, the boys were running and laughing down the block where they ducked into an alley and out of sight.
Justin was trying to think of something funny to say when a police car pulled up alongside the curb and they froze again, waiting to see what would happen next. Kyle dropped his hand and scrambled behind Justin’s larger form, but he wasn’t afraid to peek out around him to watch a police officer get out of the car.
“Let me do the talking,” Justin said in a low voice so that only Kyle would hear him.
“Hello there… Blues Brothers,” the cop said, standing on the other side of the pumpkin guts. He was tall and wide, with a round middle.
Justin knew they could outrun him, which probably wasn’t the best idea, but he filed it away for future reference just in case. “That’s us…” Justin said and chuckled nervously.
The cop walked around the mess and shined his flashlight in Justin’s face. “Take off your sunglasses.”
Justin obeyed and stood still while the cop looked at him.
“So,” the cop said, briefly pointing his flashlight in Kyle’s direction before snapping it off. “Taking your little brother trick-or-treating?”
“Yes, sir,” Justin said.
“Up to some mischief?”
“No, sir.” Justin swatted at Kyle back behind him, but failed, and Kyle escaped.
“Mr Police officer?” Kyle said, his sunglasses now off, too. “We didn’t smash those pumpkins. It was a bunch of boys that ran that way.” He pointed toward the alley down the block.
Justin watched the police officer smile down at Kyle, and he thought about how convenient it would be to be so young and innocent looking. There was no way Justin would have ever been able to charm the guy. Now if it had been a lady cop…
“Oh, really?” The officer leaned back to look where Kyle had pointed and then took another look at the pumpkins.
“Is it illegal to smash pumpkins?” Kyle asked.
The cop put his flashback back into his belt. “It’s called vandalism, son. It could get you a citation.”
“Well, I wasn’t thinking about doing it,” Kyle replied. “I was just curious because those boys ran away really fast.”
Justin doubted that this particular cop was going to run after them almost as much as he doubted his brother knew what a citation was. If anything, the guy would continue to drive around in his patrol car, keeping an eye out.
“What’s your name, son?” The cop looked back up at Justin.
“Justin,” Justin said. “Justin Taylor. We live just down the block.”
Kyle was still glued to Justin’s side. “I’m Kyle. I’m his little brother.”
The cop smiled again at him. “I sort of figured that. Okay, well, you two behave yourselves, and be sure to stay safe.”
“Yes, sir,” Justin said, and the two of them watched the cop walk back to his car and hoist himself into it. It wasn’t long before he was driving slowly down the block once more. Justin wondered if it was a pretty slow Halloween for them if all they were doing was looking for pumpkin smashers.
“Justin,” Kyle said, tugging on his sleeve.
Justin looked down at him.
“Don’t you think cops should hand out candy?” he asked. “Especially since now we’re behind by fifteen whole minutes?”
Justin laughed. “That wasn’t fifteen minutes. Come on. Let’s go fill your pillow case.”
Kyle grinned at him and then ran ahead to the next house. Together they hit practically every house in the neighborhood until it became too late and people started turning off their lights. And then they trudged home, Justin carrying Kyle’s pillow case filled with candy and treats.
Justin threw the front door open and held it so that Kyle could walk in ahead of him. He stepped inside and then closed the door behind himself, hefting the pillowcase over his shoulder. Phil was still sitting on the couch with the remote still in his hand and looking vaguely sleepy until he heard the door slam and then looked over. Justin didn’t think he had moved at all from when they had set out for the night.
Kyle strutted out to stand right in front of the television and put his hands on his hips. “And we won’t share our candy with you, Phil, since you didn’t help at all.”
Justin glanced at the bowl by the door and saw that it was almost untouched. And he could guess where the few missing pieces had gone, considering there were several candy wrappers on the coffee table. “Nice job handing out candy, by the way,” he said.
“Beat it, both of you,” Phil said, trying to see the TV around Kyle’s form. “Go get sick from eating all your candy. Just don’t come crying to me.”
“Let’s go.” Justin walked past the couch and motioned that Kyle should follow him. “Let’s leave Crabby-Pants here alone.”
For that comment, Justin was pelted in the side of the head with a fun sized candy bar. He turned to look at Phil just before he reached the stairs. “Nice aim.”
Kyle bounded up the stairs ahead of him, completely missing his older brothers’ exchange with one another. “Come on, Justin. I’m going to give you some of my candy.”
Justin dodged another fun sized candy bar and then raced after Kyle.