Desperados Chapter 14a: Halloween, or Caramel Kisses
I cross-posted this to HouseonmyWilson as a contribution to a "Joy of Gay Sex" thing. Felt guilty about not posting here, especially since it's part of this story. I had wanted to write more about David's return home, but I just haven't gotten that far yet. This this "Licking" prompt came out of the blue, and I wanted to share.
Halloween, or Caramel Kisses
Smiling at his handiwork, Wilson placed the fedora on David’s head. “You’re all set, Indiana,” he told his son.
“Can I look now?” House mock-griped. “You’d think he was on the movie set.”
“Yes, yes… Go show Dad before he has a kitten.” Wilson gave David a gentle little push. “Walk like a tough guy.”
Snickering, David swaggered from the bathroom out to the family room where House was watching a really cheesy horror film and nibbling away at the best of the candies they had planned to dole out, if any trick-or-treaters actually turned up on their doorstep. They didn’t hold out much hope; with the exception of David, the new neighborhood seemed to be rather devoid of anyone under sixteen.
House couldn’t suppress the wide grin that took over his face when he saw his son, made up as a miniature Indiana Jones.
The doorbell rang, and the three turned at the same time to peer through the screen door. It was Sammy, dressed in costume that he’d insisted upon keeping top secret from David until Halloween. “Open up!” he bellowed in a phony Transylvanian accent. “I vant to suck your blood!”
Chuckling, Wilson unlatched the door and let David’s new friend enter. “Good evening, Count!”
“Gut Efeningk, Vilson.” Sammy bowed solemnly.
The room erupted in laughter. Sammy, who was something of an expert at clowning anyway, raised a deeply penciled-in eyebrow with an exaggerated, drawn-in arch, and grinned, making a point of showing off his badly malocclused canine teeth “Vhy you loff at ze Count?” Of course, that just made them all laugh harder. Pretending to be exasperated, he finally beckoned in David’s direction with one arm. “You vill come. I haf no time for zeeze fooleesh men.”
House and Wilson were so busy laughing that the boys almost - almost - got away. But just as Sammy was opening the door, Wilson called out, “Wait - Wait! Picture!”
David groaned and rolled his eyes. He knew there was no way of getting out the door but to cooperate, though, so he grabbed Sammy by the arm and pulled them into a perfunctory pose.
David didn’t actually mind. He was quite happy to have someone who wanted to have pictures of him, who cared about him enough to mark the milestones of his life. This was his first real Halloween. David was going to a Halloween PARTY, even, one that he’d been especially invited to attend - not the kind that they had in school for everybody. And before that, he and Sammy were going to do a quick round of trick-or-treating in Sammy’s neighborhood.
“Cool Indiana Jones costume,” Sammy observed as Wilson snapped a few shots of the boys. David felt a cascade of pride tumbling through his chest.
David had trick-or-treated before, once, a couple years ago, all on his own. He didn’t have a costume, though, and everyone, EVERYONE noticed and pointed that out, so he quit out of embarrassment after the first 3 houses. He felt so rotten that he didn’t even feel like eating the few pieces of candy he’d been given. He just threw it away and slunk home, feeling like a fake, phony kid, a Halloween cheater. Now, today, David felt like a proper child, just like all the others with costumes and masks. And Sammy’s approval just added icing to the cake - he wasn’t just a kid in a costume, looking like everyone else on Halloween for once in his life - David was actually COOL, to boot.
He would have settled for one of those shiny costumes from Wal-Mart with a plastic mask, but both his dads had insisted on making his costume more realistic. Wilson had dusted a little talcum onto a pair of brown corduroys to make them look worn, and had him dress in that and a plain oxford shirt. The boy hadn’t outgrown last year’s leather shoes, so he wore those. House had bought his son a little toy revolver in a little holster, and just happened to have a brown fedora and a whip. “I’ll bet there’s a story behind both,” Wilson had mused out loud, referring to the whip and the hat, “But I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know what that story is…” He attached the whip to the little holster with a couple twisty-ties, and stuffed the hat until it fit David’s little head. The weather was promising to be chilly, so Wilson had picked up a little brown cotton jacket that David could use instead of a leather one. The costume was completed by a little sooty-looking smudging, which Wilson created with an eyebrow pencil applied to his fingertips, then rubbed here and there onto the boy’s face.
House finally interrupted the photo shoot by limping in between the camera and the boys. “That’s enough, Wilson, quit torturing the kids. They’ve got tons of concentrated corn syrup to ingest, and sugar hangovers to nurse afterwards.”
“Don’t eat any of the stuff you get trick-or-treating until I get a look at it,” Wilson reminded both boys. He’d planned to X-ray it all first at the hospital, then inspect the wrappings, just in case there was some whack-o in Sammy’s neighborhood.
“It’s okay, Wilson, my dad won’t take us to anyone’s house if we don’t know them,” Sammy informed him.
“Don’t care,” he told them firmly. “You’ll get plenty of crappy-jack at the party.” He looked pointedly at Sammy, “And some of us are supposed to be watching our sugar intake, eh?”
Sammy rolled his eyes. “But it’s Halloween!!! Geez, Wilson!”
Wilson shrugged. This wasn’t really his business, anyway. Sammy’s mom had asked for help with her son’s sugar/ADHD problem, but it wasn’t Wilson’s habit to interfere with a patient’s habits outside of the hospital.
The little boys trotted down the driveway to the green Toyota Camry where Sammy’s dad was reading a magazine while he waited for them. As they watched the car drive away, House slid an arm around Wilson’s waist. “You think we’ll really get any kids tonight?”
Wilson shrugged.
“’Cause I’m thinking that probably any kid who really wants a piece of candy can just help himself…” He took the plastic pumpkin full of Tootsie Rolls, Smarties, and such from the hall table and set it just outside the front door. Then he flicked the porch light off. “No sense attracting them…”
“Play date?” Wilson raised his eyebrows..
House gave a lopsided little smile. “Yeah. My mom says I have to be home by dinnertime, though.”
They locked the front door and grinned at one another. “Race you!” Wilson called, and dashed away towards the bedroom, removing his sweatshirt as he went along.
“So fair, racing a guy with a cane!” House called after him. When he caught up, Wilson was wearing only his socks. “Wow…” House whispered under his breath. He didn’t think he would ever not be excited by the sight of his lover, naked, sprawled on their bed, waiting for him.
Out of nowhere, Wilson produced a Sugar Daddy and unwrapped it. He popped the rectangle of caramel-on-a-stick into his mouth and drew it out slowly, then rubbed the wet candy sensuously along his lips. “Want a kiss?” He said, lowering his eyelids provocatively. “’Cause I got flavored ones today.”
Immediately, House felt the searing heat shoot down his back, and pool in his crotch as he grew hard for Wilson. “Holy shit, Jimmy,” was all he could say. House thought he could seduce better than most, but sometimes Wilson proved that he could show him a thing or two.
“C’mere.”
House limped his way to their bed and sat down, not taking his eyes off Wilson for even a second. He leaned down to claim his caramel kiss, but Wilson was too quick for him. He threw a hand up between them, placing his palm on the other man’s chest, stopping him. “Take your clothes off.”
House felt his brain starting to fog the way it did whenever Wilson really got him going. ‘Idiot,’ his last working brain cell told him. ‘He just said to take your clothes off; no need to get all stupid.’ But stupid he was, by now. There were two things that could turn off the constant analyzing that went on in his head: music, and sex with Wilson. He started to fumble at getting his t-shirt over his head, but his fine motor skills were shot to shit by now, along with the rest of his mind. This was going way too fast, but House wouldn’t stop it now for anything in the world.
Wilson sat up and deftly slipped the shirt over House’s head, laughing all the while, then undid the button of the suddenly too-tight jeans. “Love it when you’re like this, Greg,” he whispered. “Putty in my hands… Can’t see straight, can you?” He tugged at his lover’s jeans until they were down his legs far enough that House could kick them off, along with his boxer shorts. Naked now, and very aroused, House flopped onto their bed and rolled over, reaching for Wilson almost blindly.
“Want your kiss now?”
House nodded dumbly, aiming his mouth somewhere in the vicinity of Wilson’s face. Suddenly, there was a big piece of warm, wet caramel in his mouth, Wilson’s Sugar Daddy. “No…no Jimmy.” House pulled away. “Want to taste it on your mouth, in your mouth,” he whispered, grabbing at Wilson’s hand and pushing the candy towards his lover’s mouth. “Wanna taste it on you.”
Wilson took the caramel lollipop into his mouth again, leaving nothing but the little paper stick hanging out of the side of his mouth. “C’mere,” he murmured around the candy. “Trick or Treat, baby.”
House groaned deeply then, feeling Wilson’s words somehow touch him deep in his groin. "Jimmy..." House managed to whisper. "God...Jimmy." Then he aimed his mouth towards Wilson's as best he could. The candy, still in place, was a semi-rigid clump that was mostly in the way, but also made Wilson's mouth even more delicious to House than usual. "God..." House murmured into his lover's sweetened mouth. He pulled back a little and grabbed at the stick. Wilson wrapped his fingers around House's then, and guided the glistening caramel to his own chest. House let him, waiting to see, hoping that Wilson really did have a treat (or trick; he’d accept either) for him.
Wilson did. He swept the wet candy downward like a paintbrush, swabbing a shiny vertical trail onto his left nipple. "Oops..." he whispered, staring down at his chest for a moment, then back up at House with those eyes, that look that made House do things he didn't like to admit to, not even to Wilson.
House leaned forward and lapped at the broad candy trail.
"Ohhh...yeah." Wilson was nearly rendered just as dumb with lust as House for a moment. "Greg...oh..." He stuck the candy in his mouth, getting it good and sloppy wet, again.
Even House's reptilian brain could learn a little. He aimed the candy towards Wilson's right nipple, but Wilson beat him to it, swabbed at his left nipple instead. "No, honey, do this one again," he whispered. "I want this one again."
And of course, House obliged, licking and sucking at Wilson until the caramel flavor was long gone, this time. Then he waited for further instructions with a very stupid smile. Wilson leaned forward and kissed him deeply before wetting the candy again. He swabbed down the center of his chest to his navel. “Clean up,” he whispered. House cleaned up. They went on like this for several minutes with Wilson painting himself with caramel, House licking it off his body. Occasionally, Wilson rewarded House by wrapping his free hand around the other man's impossibly hard cock, and giving him a few slow, sensuous strokes.
They had been lovers long enough that Wilson could tell when enough was enough, though. House was beginning that panting thing he did when he was getting close, and neither of them wanted this to end too soon. He slipped his Sugar Daddy into his mouth once more, then touched it gently to the swollen, leaking head of his partner’s cock. House’s eyes closed involuntarily, and his head fell back, exposing his throat. Wilson took that opportunity to nibble and suck his adam’s apple playfully. All the while, he was rubbing the candy around and around on the head of House’s penis, mixing saliva and precome and caramel.
Both lovers looked down at Wilson’s handiwork through lust-fogged eyes. “Wonder what that’ll taste like?” Wilson whispered. House didn’t speak. He just grabbed blindly at Wilson’s head and attempted to push him down there, down to the epicenter of the good feeling.
Without moving the candy, Wilson touched his tongue there, lapping experimentally. “Mmm… kinda like… salty-sweet…” He frowned a little. “In a container that was cleaned with Clorox…”
“Shut up,” House hissed. “Please, please, Jimmy.”
Wilson chuckled. Once House started begging, he was pretty close to the point of no return. And Wilson loved to watch his partner like this, loved having a little power over him, even though this was just them playing with each other.
“Y’know…” Wilson started painting House’s cock all over with the caramel. “You’re the very best playmate I’ve ever had, Greg.” He was absolutely sincere, in a figurative sense, but he was also stringing House along just a little bit longer, trying to make him insane with lust.
“J-j-jimmy… come on. Please, please, please, please.” House couldn’t seem to stop saying ‘please.’
“Want me to clean it off, honey?”
“Please, please…please.” House was whispering now.
“That’s a lot of candy…wonder how I should go about…”
“Oh, God…” House moaned. His cock was now a constant oozing fountain. Wilson had hoped to coat him even lower with the caramel, but it was time. He held his lover’s scrotum in one hand, instead, and, quickly took House’s cock into his mouth, as much as he could take, all at once.
It was probably the shortest blowjob Wilson had ever given House.
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Halloween, or Caramel Kisses
Smiling at his handiwork, Wilson placed the fedora on David’s head. “You’re all set, Indiana,” he told his son.
“Can I look now?” House mock-griped. “You’d think he was on the movie set.”
“Yes, yes… Go show Dad before he has a kitten.” Wilson gave David a gentle little push. “Walk like a tough guy.”
Snickering, David swaggered from the bathroom out to the family room where House was watching a really cheesy horror film and nibbling away at the best of the candies they had planned to dole out, if any trick-or-treaters actually turned up on their doorstep. They didn’t hold out much hope; with the exception of David, the new neighborhood seemed to be rather devoid of anyone under sixteen.
House couldn’t suppress the wide grin that took over his face when he saw his son, made up as a miniature Indiana Jones.
The doorbell rang, and the three turned at the same time to peer through the screen door. It was Sammy, dressed in costume that he’d insisted upon keeping top secret from David until Halloween. “Open up!” he bellowed in a phony Transylvanian accent. “I vant to suck your blood!”
Chuckling, Wilson unlatched the door and let David’s new friend enter. “Good evening, Count!”
“Gut Efeningk, Vilson.” Sammy bowed solemnly.
The room erupted in laughter. Sammy, who was something of an expert at clowning anyway, raised a deeply penciled-in eyebrow with an exaggerated, drawn-in arch, and grinned, making a point of showing off his badly malocclused canine teeth “Vhy you loff at ze Count?” Of course, that just made them all laugh harder. Pretending to be exasperated, he finally beckoned in David’s direction with one arm. “You vill come. I haf no time for zeeze fooleesh men.”
House and Wilson were so busy laughing that the boys almost - almost - got away. But just as Sammy was opening the door, Wilson called out, “Wait - Wait! Picture!”
David groaned and rolled his eyes. He knew there was no way of getting out the door but to cooperate, though, so he grabbed Sammy by the arm and pulled them into a perfunctory pose.
David didn’t actually mind. He was quite happy to have someone who wanted to have pictures of him, who cared about him enough to mark the milestones of his life. This was his first real Halloween. David was going to a Halloween PARTY, even, one that he’d been especially invited to attend - not the kind that they had in school for everybody. And before that, he and Sammy were going to do a quick round of trick-or-treating in Sammy’s neighborhood.
“Cool Indiana Jones costume,” Sammy observed as Wilson snapped a few shots of the boys. David felt a cascade of pride tumbling through his chest.
David had trick-or-treated before, once, a couple years ago, all on his own. He didn’t have a costume, though, and everyone, EVERYONE noticed and pointed that out, so he quit out of embarrassment after the first 3 houses. He felt so rotten that he didn’t even feel like eating the few pieces of candy he’d been given. He just threw it away and slunk home, feeling like a fake, phony kid, a Halloween cheater. Now, today, David felt like a proper child, just like all the others with costumes and masks. And Sammy’s approval just added icing to the cake - he wasn’t just a kid in a costume, looking like everyone else on Halloween for once in his life - David was actually COOL, to boot.
He would have settled for one of those shiny costumes from Wal-Mart with a plastic mask, but both his dads had insisted on making his costume more realistic. Wilson had dusted a little talcum onto a pair of brown corduroys to make them look worn, and had him dress in that and a plain oxford shirt. The boy hadn’t outgrown last year’s leather shoes, so he wore those. House had bought his son a little toy revolver in a little holster, and just happened to have a brown fedora and a whip. “I’ll bet there’s a story behind both,” Wilson had mused out loud, referring to the whip and the hat, “But I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know what that story is…” He attached the whip to the little holster with a couple twisty-ties, and stuffed the hat until it fit David’s little head. The weather was promising to be chilly, so Wilson had picked up a little brown cotton jacket that David could use instead of a leather one. The costume was completed by a little sooty-looking smudging, which Wilson created with an eyebrow pencil applied to his fingertips, then rubbed here and there onto the boy’s face.
House finally interrupted the photo shoot by limping in between the camera and the boys. “That’s enough, Wilson, quit torturing the kids. They’ve got tons of concentrated corn syrup to ingest, and sugar hangovers to nurse afterwards.”
“Don’t eat any of the stuff you get trick-or-treating until I get a look at it,” Wilson reminded both boys. He’d planned to X-ray it all first at the hospital, then inspect the wrappings, just in case there was some whack-o in Sammy’s neighborhood.
“It’s okay, Wilson, my dad won’t take us to anyone’s house if we don’t know them,” Sammy informed him.
“Don’t care,” he told them firmly. “You’ll get plenty of crappy-jack at the party.” He looked pointedly at Sammy, “And some of us are supposed to be watching our sugar intake, eh?”
Sammy rolled his eyes. “But it’s Halloween!!! Geez, Wilson!”
Wilson shrugged. This wasn’t really his business, anyway. Sammy’s mom had asked for help with her son’s sugar/ADHD problem, but it wasn’t Wilson’s habit to interfere with a patient’s habits outside of the hospital.
The little boys trotted down the driveway to the green Toyota Camry where Sammy’s dad was reading a magazine while he waited for them. As they watched the car drive away, House slid an arm around Wilson’s waist. “You think we’ll really get any kids tonight?”
Wilson shrugged.
“’Cause I’m thinking that probably any kid who really wants a piece of candy can just help himself…” He took the plastic pumpkin full of Tootsie Rolls, Smarties, and such from the hall table and set it just outside the front door. Then he flicked the porch light off. “No sense attracting them…”
“Play date?” Wilson raised his eyebrows..
House gave a lopsided little smile. “Yeah. My mom says I have to be home by dinnertime, though.”
They locked the front door and grinned at one another. “Race you!” Wilson called, and dashed away towards the bedroom, removing his sweatshirt as he went along.
“So fair, racing a guy with a cane!” House called after him. When he caught up, Wilson was wearing only his socks. “Wow…” House whispered under his breath. He didn’t think he would ever not be excited by the sight of his lover, naked, sprawled on their bed, waiting for him.
Out of nowhere, Wilson produced a Sugar Daddy and unwrapped it. He popped the rectangle of caramel-on-a-stick into his mouth and drew it out slowly, then rubbed the wet candy sensuously along his lips. “Want a kiss?” He said, lowering his eyelids provocatively. “’Cause I got flavored ones today.”
Immediately, House felt the searing heat shoot down his back, and pool in his crotch as he grew hard for Wilson. “Holy shit, Jimmy,” was all he could say. House thought he could seduce better than most, but sometimes Wilson proved that he could show him a thing or two.
“C’mere.”
House limped his way to their bed and sat down, not taking his eyes off Wilson for even a second. He leaned down to claim his caramel kiss, but Wilson was too quick for him. He threw a hand up between them, placing his palm on the other man’s chest, stopping him. “Take your clothes off.”
House felt his brain starting to fog the way it did whenever Wilson really got him going. ‘Idiot,’ his last working brain cell told him. ‘He just said to take your clothes off; no need to get all stupid.’ But stupid he was, by now. There were two things that could turn off the constant analyzing that went on in his head: music, and sex with Wilson. He started to fumble at getting his t-shirt over his head, but his fine motor skills were shot to shit by now, along with the rest of his mind. This was going way too fast, but House wouldn’t stop it now for anything in the world.
Wilson sat up and deftly slipped the shirt over House’s head, laughing all the while, then undid the button of the suddenly too-tight jeans. “Love it when you’re like this, Greg,” he whispered. “Putty in my hands… Can’t see straight, can you?” He tugged at his lover’s jeans until they were down his legs far enough that House could kick them off, along with his boxer shorts. Naked now, and very aroused, House flopped onto their bed and rolled over, reaching for Wilson almost blindly.
“Want your kiss now?”
House nodded dumbly, aiming his mouth somewhere in the vicinity of Wilson’s face. Suddenly, there was a big piece of warm, wet caramel in his mouth, Wilson’s Sugar Daddy. “No…no Jimmy.” House pulled away. “Want to taste it on your mouth, in your mouth,” he whispered, grabbing at Wilson’s hand and pushing the candy towards his lover’s mouth. “Wanna taste it on you.”
Wilson took the caramel lollipop into his mouth again, leaving nothing but the little paper stick hanging out of the side of his mouth. “C’mere,” he murmured around the candy. “Trick or Treat, baby.”
House groaned deeply then, feeling Wilson’s words somehow touch him deep in his groin. "Jimmy..." House managed to whisper. "God...Jimmy." Then he aimed his mouth towards Wilson's as best he could. The candy, still in place, was a semi-rigid clump that was mostly in the way, but also made Wilson's mouth even more delicious to House than usual. "God..." House murmured into his lover's sweetened mouth. He pulled back a little and grabbed at the stick. Wilson wrapped his fingers around House's then, and guided the glistening caramel to his own chest. House let him, waiting to see, hoping that Wilson really did have a treat (or trick; he’d accept either) for him.
Wilson did. He swept the wet candy downward like a paintbrush, swabbing a shiny vertical trail onto his left nipple. "Oops..." he whispered, staring down at his chest for a moment, then back up at House with those eyes, that look that made House do things he didn't like to admit to, not even to Wilson.
House leaned forward and lapped at the broad candy trail.
"Ohhh...yeah." Wilson was nearly rendered just as dumb with lust as House for a moment. "Greg...oh..." He stuck the candy in his mouth, getting it good and sloppy wet, again.
Even House's reptilian brain could learn a little. He aimed the candy towards Wilson's right nipple, but Wilson beat him to it, swabbed at his left nipple instead. "No, honey, do this one again," he whispered. "I want this one again."
And of course, House obliged, licking and sucking at Wilson until the caramel flavor was long gone, this time. Then he waited for further instructions with a very stupid smile. Wilson leaned forward and kissed him deeply before wetting the candy again. He swabbed down the center of his chest to his navel. “Clean up,” he whispered. House cleaned up. They went on like this for several minutes with Wilson painting himself with caramel, House licking it off his body. Occasionally, Wilson rewarded House by wrapping his free hand around the other man's impossibly hard cock, and giving him a few slow, sensuous strokes.
They had been lovers long enough that Wilson could tell when enough was enough, though. House was beginning that panting thing he did when he was getting close, and neither of them wanted this to end too soon. He slipped his Sugar Daddy into his mouth once more, then touched it gently to the swollen, leaking head of his partner’s cock. House’s eyes closed involuntarily, and his head fell back, exposing his throat. Wilson took that opportunity to nibble and suck his adam’s apple playfully. All the while, he was rubbing the candy around and around on the head of House’s penis, mixing saliva and precome and caramel.
Both lovers looked down at Wilson’s handiwork through lust-fogged eyes. “Wonder what that’ll taste like?” Wilson whispered. House didn’t speak. He just grabbed blindly at Wilson’s head and attempted to push him down there, down to the epicenter of the good feeling.
Without moving the candy, Wilson touched his tongue there, lapping experimentally. “Mmm… kinda like… salty-sweet…” He frowned a little. “In a container that was cleaned with Clorox…”
“Shut up,” House hissed. “Please, please, Jimmy.”
Wilson chuckled. Once House started begging, he was pretty close to the point of no return. And Wilson loved to watch his partner like this, loved having a little power over him, even though this was just them playing with each other.
“Y’know…” Wilson started painting House’s cock all over with the caramel. “You’re the very best playmate I’ve ever had, Greg.” He was absolutely sincere, in a figurative sense, but he was also stringing House along just a little bit longer, trying to make him insane with lust.
“J-j-jimmy… come on. Please, please, please, please.” House couldn’t seem to stop saying ‘please.’
“Want me to clean it off, honey?”
“Please, please…please.” House was whispering now.
“That’s a lot of candy…wonder how I should go about…”
“Oh, God…” House moaned. His cock was now a constant oozing fountain. Wilson had hoped to coat him even lower with the caramel, but it was time. He held his lover’s scrotum in one hand, instead, and, quickly took House’s cock into his mouth, as much as he could take, all at once.
It was probably the shortest blowjob Wilson had ever given House.
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