Halloween fic, as requested
Haunted House
humor, fluff, smut | NC-17 | post-513 | ~3,000 words | unbeta’d
Summary: It’s Halloween. And something isn’t right.
Fic #31/50 for my fanfic50 table | Prompt: 036. Wind + this Halloween prompt @ promptmesomeqaf
Haunted House
by sakesushimaki
“So, again: we agreed that you will say no to that fucking Halloween party at Michael’s tonight, correct?”
“YES! Jesus, Brian! I’ve been here for like, half an hour, and you’re already starting to piss me off.” Justin yanks at his shirt, his hair crackling from the static. He changes into a new one from his carry-along while Brian continues to drive.
“Yes, but you always…”
“I always what?” Justin wants to know, pulling the fresh shirt down. He’s annoyed at the way he knows his hair is spiking to the sides right now. Maybe he should really listen to Brian and buy less of those cheap synthetic blends.
“You always let yourself be dragged into stuff! Just take last time. We were just having dinner at Deb’s, next thing I know, you’ve signed up to go shopping with Emmett, to a movie marathon with Michael and to spending two of your four nights in town with Daphne.”
“I told you to come with Emmett and I and Michael invited us both to the movies. You have no right to whine.
“I’m not fucking whining.”
“Of course you’re not.” Justin scoffs. “You saw that pedestrian there, right?”
“Shut up.”
“You know, you could always just tell me that you want to spend more time with me when I’m here. But instead, you’re all do what you want and then pull the passive-aggressive pouting on me.” It’s true. Justin knows that Brian looks forward to his visits as much as Justin does. “What am I supposed to do when you refuse to make plans with me? Should I tell everyone who actually wants to that “Oh, I don’t know, Brian might want to spend time with me but he possibly just doesn’t want to say so?” Justin is kind of tired of deflecting their enthusiasm with half-assed excuses. Plus, he loves doing stuff with them and gets a kick out of the fact that they’re so keen on seeing him.
Sighing, he adds, “And could you for once be in a good mood? You know, just a little while?”
“It’s your fault that I’m not,” Brian grumbles. “If you had taken that earlier flight, as I suggested, we could’ve fucked twice at least before we had to go to the diner instead of meeting at the airport and going straight there.”
With as much as exactly one short and not all-too enthusiastic hello kiss at that, Justin adds silently. He hopes they’re not in serious trouble. He huffs and squirms in his seat. He knows there’s probably no reason to worry. Yet he can’t help thinking that hey should be happy to just be seeing each other again after six weeks. Instead, they’re pissing each other off.
Shit. Justin bites his lip and worries, after all.
“Hey,” Brian says after a while. Justin didn’t even notice that he pulled over.
Justin turns and looks at Brian. The rain hitting the car roof seems too loud.
“Look, I-” Brian stops and suddenly he’s smiling.
“What?”
Brian reaches out and strokes over Justin’s hair on one side. Justin hears the crackle of the electric discharge. Stupid synthetics.
After a couple of strokes, Brian’s hand moves away and his eyes turn serious again. Justin misses it.
“I know I’m an ass, okay? It’s not that I… I don’t want to keep you from spending time with your friends. You miss them.” Brian looks away. “It’s your decision who you want to spend time with.”
Justin blinks and lets the new information sink in. Yeah, Brian is still a total idiot.
“Yeah, I do miss them. A lot, actually,” Justin ventures and waits for Brian to look at him again. When Brian does, Justin feels something inside him clench. He feels every cell in his body relenting. It sometimes still surprises him how insecure Brian can be with certain things.
Before he knows what he’s doing, he’s banging his extremities against the Vette’s interior while climbing over into Brian’s lap. He frames Brian’s face with his hands and forces him to look into his eyes. “I miss you so much that I get nervous shivers sometimes. So much that I can’t fucking sleep some nights.” There’s a twinkle, recognition, he thinks, in Brian’s eyes. Justin has tried but no pillow will ever have the shape of Brian’s body and no humidifier will ever make the exact wheezing noises his nose makes. Justin leans forward, inhales at Brian’s neck, moves his lips against his jaw. “And I love you so much, it almost gives me a fucking heart-attack sometimes.”
He feels the warm hands on his back, how they try to slip under his shirt. When they do, Justin feels the warmest of shudders sprint up his body.
Brian’s breath is warm against his shoulder and Justin knows he’s breathing him in, too. He loves that. Then Brian is kissing up his neck, pushing Justin back slowly in the process, and then his lips are on his chin.
Justin closes his eyes and lets Brian kiss him.
They break it up when two kids in Harry Potter masks knock on the window and then run off, giggling.
Justin watches how annoyance slowly blurs into Brian’s still dazed look and kisses him once more. “Yeah, I hate Halloween, too.”
+
They arrive at the diner only ten minutes after everyone else. There’s a lot of hugs and hellos and how-are-yous, but Justin has learned how to deal with the visiting routine in the last two years and it’s not too bad.
He has to smile at the way Brian rolls his eyes at everyone’s fussing but then, as soon as they’re seated, curls his fingers around Justin’s wrist under the table. He leans over to kiss the corner of Brian’s mouth and adores the way that mouth twitches into an almost-smile.
Dutifully, Justin declines party invitations. He also eats two cheeseburgers, lets Ted have some of his fries, discusses a novel with Ben, gets semi-annoyed with Hunter, laughs with Michael over a particularly precious Debbie anecdote and even finds Brian’s stupid trick and treat innuendos funny.
Emmett asks where they’ll be spending the evening and Justin kind of hopes for the loft. He fucking loves the house, in all its ridiculous extravagant, uneconomical and corny symbolic bigness, but tonight…
He turns to Brian. “The loft?” he asks.
Brian snorts around his coffee cup. “Are you kidding? When I left for the airport the little bastards were already at it, trolling up and down the street for candy.”
“They have no shame,” Ted supplies to the amusement of everyone.
Justin listens for a bit as they engage in a discussion regarding the party before turning back to Brian. He’s surprised by how Brian stares at him and leans closer.
“I’m not going to have you home for the first time in six weeks and then be interrupted by the doorbell or screaming kids in the hallway every ten minutes.”
Justin supposes that makes sense. He smiles at Brian and hopes he can keep his ridiculous fears locked up.
+
“What was that?” is the first thing he says when they’re inside. He already feels his pulse rate pick up.
“That would’ve been me closing the door.”
“Oh.” Justin watches as Brian inspects the hinges.
“Damn it, I thought I’d told Martin to do something about that creaking.”
Justin is glad that their neighbour slash maintenance guru exists. Currently because he obviously turned up the heating. It’s gotten fucking cold outside. And the wind and rain don’t help.
Justin only starts a little when Brian hugs him from behind.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Justin huffs. Brian’s lips are on his neck and Justin hopes he can’t feel his pulse.
Brian pulls back abruptly. Shit. “Justin?”
“Huh?” Justin looks around and wishes there were more lights turned on.
“Oh, Jesus, I forgot.”
“Forgot? What?”
Brian moves away, walks down the hallway, and flips a couple of light switches up. “What a nut you become on Halloween.”
It’s true. They haven’t spent more than two maybe three Halloweens together. “I…” Justin considers denying it, but when a second later, the wind picks up and he gasps, he figures there’s no use. He can’t even be mad at Brian for laughing at him. He knows it’s ridiculous.
“It’s just the wind, relax. You know, I don’t get it. You watch the craziest - and may I add shittiest - horror movies but turn into a scared kid on Halloween.” Brian comes back and hangs his coat. “I should put you in therapy.”
“Shut up.” Justin hands Brian his coat. “I can’t help it. This day just creeps me out.”
“Yeah, I got that.”
Justin ignores the snort and looks around. He walks over to the new piece of furniture. “You bought a new coat cabinet. And the mirror is amazing.”
“It had better be,” Brian says and presses his body to Justin’s back again. Justin loves how Brian wants to touch him all the time. “It cost a bomb.”
“Of course.” Justin watches in the mirror as Brian’s hands slowly move around his body. He feels and sees how they slowly pull at his shirt. He takes in how Brian looks while kissing the side of his face, closing his eyes as he mouths the skin below Justin’s ear.
“I missed you,” Justin says and sees how Brian tries to hide his smile in his neck.
Justin suddenly turns needy. He whirls around and kisses Brian, hard, and quickly opens his pants. He slowly moves his hand inside and Brian’s forehead drops to his. He revels in the fact that he can get Brian hard so quickly, make him groan so low.
He doesn’t hear the wind anymore.
+
Justin doesn’t remember the last time Brian was this desperate for it, for him. They grabble at each other, pant and groan obscenely loudly, share wet and scorching breath between them. It’s amazing.
Then, a noise.
“Brian,” Justin gasps.
“Justin,” is moaned into his cheek in return, hips snap even faster.
“No, Brian… wait.”
Brian stops all movement, searching Justin’s face. “What is it?”
“Didn’t you hear that?”
Brian groans, loud and frustrated, and drops down onto Justin’s body.
“Brian?” Justin slaps lightly at his shoulder.
“What?” Brian mumbles it into the pillow beside Justin’s head.
“So you didn’t hear anything?”
Brian lifts his head and stares down at Justin. “The last thing I heard was you telling me to go deeper. Which I did,” he adds and presses his hips down hard, his cock sinking a bit deeper.
Justin gasps and his eyelids flutter.
Brian smiles and leans down to kiss him. “It’s just the wind.”
Justin doesn’t quite believe it but forgets to argue when Brian lifts one of Justin’s legs higher around his back and moves in and out of him again.
The delicious burn in his ass and the prickle from where Brian kisses him sends Justin’s mind to a more abstract place.
But there it is again.
“Oh my god!” Justin is out of breath.
“Yeah.”
“No, fuck, Brian! There it was again!”
Brian only stops fucking him for a moment, then starts thrusting even harder. “Shut up, I don’t care!”
“But! Don’t you… ah… don’t you care that…” Justin can’t talk while his body is being shoved up and into the mattress and his lower body starting to twitch with a looming orgasm.
“Justin,” Brian growls. “I’m inside your ass for the first time in fucking 43 days.” Justin wonders how Brian can formulate such clear sentences through his rapid breathing. “I wouldn’t care right now if an axe murderer were standing right behind me.” Then he stops moving, after all, obviously exhausted.
Justin stops thinking about potential threats for a moment and considers Brian’s statement. “You know, in a weird way, that was actually sweet.”
“Oh my god, will you please stop talking and start fucking?” Brian’s voice sounds a little bit desperate as his tired hips try to find a rhythm again.
“I’m sorry, I’m just-”
Brian shuts Justin up with his mouth and tongue. He moves onto his knees, pulls Justin with him and sits him down on his cock
Justin loves being taken this way, loves how Brian’s arms wrap around him and keep him close. Justin circles his hips, licks the moan from Brian’s tongue and sets their new rhythm. When they come it’s quite spectacular. Justin starts coming on an upstroke and tells Brian so. Brian shudders and lets them fall to the mattress again, shoving as deep as he can into Justin and jerking against him while they share orgasmic breaths.
Justin’s last thought is that he should stay awake, but he knows that it’s a fight to be lost after this.
+
This is exactly why Justin wakes up grumpy so often in New York. This being Brian’s hands caressing him awake. He hums happily, opening his eyes to a new day.
But it’s not a new day. It’s just 1am.
“Brian,” he complains. He doesn’t want to be awake if it’s still Halloween, especially when the wind is still going strong outside. But then he already feels two lubed fingers circling his hole.
“Hm?” Brian says into the back of his neck. He continues down and kisses Justin’s shoulders. Then his lips stop suddenly.
After a moment, Justin wonders, “What’s wrong?”
“Did you hear that?”
“Huh?” Justin is still sleepy. “WHAT? Oh my god!” He quickly sits up and looks around.
“There was this weird noise just now.”
“But it’s just the wind, right?”
“Um.”
“TELL ME IT’S JUST THE WIND!”
“Okay, first, you need to chill. Axe murderers always kill off the freaked-out little white boys after the black chicks.”
“BUT THERE ARE NO BLACK CHICKS HERE!”
“Yeah.” Brian chuckles in the dark and Justin wants to kill him. But then-
“Oh god!”
“Fuck!” Brian curses and Justin hears him search for something. The nightstand lamp goes on and only poorly illuminates the large bedroom.
“What was that?”
“I don’t know, but it was louder this time. Shit.”
The fact that Brian looks uneasy now, too is what’s really freaking Justin out. “What are we gonna do? Should we-”
A loud rattle again and the nightstand lamp goes out. Brian gets up and moves along the wall, probably to the switch for the big ceiling light.
A couple of clicks confirm what Justin feared. “Power outage,” he says and gulps. He watches Brian’s shadow move back towards their bed.
“Shit, okay. We need to find the control box.”
Justin remembers what Martin told them. He wishes he didn’t. “It’s… in the basement.”
Brian takes a deep breath and reaches for his jeans. “Off to the basement, then.”
“Okay, I’ll just…”
“Fuck you, I’m not going down there by myself! Besides, do you really want to stay here? In the dark bedroom, while I’m away, all by yourself?”
Justin is convinced.
+
It gets fucking dark in the country, as they both realize. Without any street lights, the only thing lighting up the house is the moon. And that’s not much. In the dark, the house is one huge maze.
“I swear I’ll learn the floor plans and layout of this place by heart. That is if we survive tonight.”
“Oh shut up, you drama queen!” Brian says but squeezes Justin’s hand tighter when they reach another door. “Is this the door to the basement?” Brian shines the tiny flashlight they found in the kitchen drawer up and down the door.
“How would I know?” Justin hisses.
“Fuck. Why did I buy this fucking house in the first place?”
“I have no idea.”
Silence. “You really don’t?”
“Shut up, of course I do.” It’s Justin’s turn to squeeze. “Now open that fucking door,” he breathes. “Wait!”
“Whatwhat?” Brian whips around, the white-yellow flashlight spot moving erratically against the walls.
“I just want you to know that I love you.”
Brian groans and Justin feels only slightly ridiculous. Brian replies, “Sure you do. Which is why you have me going ahead of you. Okay, let’s do this.” Brian pushes and the door creaks open.
Justin closes his eyes.
When nothing happens, he opens them again and Brian starts pulling on his hand. He thinks Brian had his eyes closed, too.
“Okay,” Brian says as they slowly step down one stair at a time.
Justin actually shrieks when something rattles again.
“It’s that window over there.” Brian shines the light on the window swinging back and forth on its hinges. “See? The wind must’ve pushed it open.”
Relief floods every cell of Justin’s body. “Thank god.”
Brian pans the flashlight to see a bit more of the basement, which, of course, is fucking huge. “What is that?” he wonders, but doesn’t sound alarmed, so Justin isn’t.
“Hm?”
“Oh, nothing.” Brian illuminates the spot he’s staring at. “I thought I saw two light spots there. Nevermind. Jesus, Justin, no one can ever hear about what sissies we were tonight.” He huffs a laugh and they climb down the last of the stairs.
They find the electricity control box and study the multitude of switches.
Brian blinks at the switches, furrowing his brows in the way he does when he’s completely clueless but not ready to admit.
Justin chuckles and flips up the switch to the far left. “See, y-”
“GRRROOOOOO!”
Justin and Brian scream and Brian drops the flashlight. There’s commotion around them, also gusts of air.
Then, it’s quiet again.
Justin feels for the flashlight on the floor, then he remembers that the power should be back on and goes to find the light switch by the stairs. They both blink against the harsh light, eyes now used to darkness, and look around frantically.
There, by the open basement window.
“Oh, it’s a Hedwig!”
“What?” Brian spits, recovering immediately.
“An owl, I mean.”
“I can see that. Well, go away, animal!”
Justin laughs at the way Brian shouts at the animal, which sits in the open window, unimpressed. Yellowish glowing eyes study them for a moment before the bird spans its wings and takes off.
They both stare at the window for a few moments before Brian goes over there to close it.
“So,” he says, scratching his head. “Back to bed?”
+
In the morning, Brian calls Martin to come over. He tells him just how unacceptable he finds it to have wildlife intruding the house and how in the future, Martin will just have to check all rooms for rabid animals.
Brian also arranges with him to have some outside lights installed, because the realtor fucking failed to mention how dark it is in the night.
Justin bites his lip and watches Martin’s reactions.
Ten minutes later, the man leaves with a list in his hand, mumbling something about city boys.
+
“Justin?” Brian says later, while they lie on the sofa in front of the TV, his cock still not tucked away because the mutual blowjobs wore them out.
“Hmmmm?” Justin burrows further into Brian’s side.
“The next Halloween?”
“Yeah?”
“We’ll be spending it in New York.”
humor, fluff, smut | NC-17 | post-513 | ~3,000 words | unbeta’d
Summary: It’s Halloween. And something isn’t right.
Fic #31/50 for my fanfic50 table | Prompt: 036. Wind + this Halloween prompt @ promptmesomeqaf
Haunted House
by sakesushimaki
“So, again: we agreed that you will say no to that fucking Halloween party at Michael’s tonight, correct?”
“YES! Jesus, Brian! I’ve been here for like, half an hour, and you’re already starting to piss me off.” Justin yanks at his shirt, his hair crackling from the static. He changes into a new one from his carry-along while Brian continues to drive.
“Yes, but you always…”
“I always what?” Justin wants to know, pulling the fresh shirt down. He’s annoyed at the way he knows his hair is spiking to the sides right now. Maybe he should really listen to Brian and buy less of those cheap synthetic blends.
“You always let yourself be dragged into stuff! Just take last time. We were just having dinner at Deb’s, next thing I know, you’ve signed up to go shopping with Emmett, to a movie marathon with Michael and to spending two of your four nights in town with Daphne.”
“I told you to come with Emmett and I and Michael invited us both to the movies. You have no right to whine.
“I’m not fucking whining.”
“Of course you’re not.” Justin scoffs. “You saw that pedestrian there, right?”
“Shut up.”
“You know, you could always just tell me that you want to spend more time with me when I’m here. But instead, you’re all do what you want and then pull the passive-aggressive pouting on me.” It’s true. Justin knows that Brian looks forward to his visits as much as Justin does. “What am I supposed to do when you refuse to make plans with me? Should I tell everyone who actually wants to that “Oh, I don’t know, Brian might want to spend time with me but he possibly just doesn’t want to say so?” Justin is kind of tired of deflecting their enthusiasm with half-assed excuses. Plus, he loves doing stuff with them and gets a kick out of the fact that they’re so keen on seeing him.
Sighing, he adds, “And could you for once be in a good mood? You know, just a little while?”
“It’s your fault that I’m not,” Brian grumbles. “If you had taken that earlier flight, as I suggested, we could’ve fucked twice at least before we had to go to the diner instead of meeting at the airport and going straight there.”
With as much as exactly one short and not all-too enthusiastic hello kiss at that, Justin adds silently. He hopes they’re not in serious trouble. He huffs and squirms in his seat. He knows there’s probably no reason to worry. Yet he can’t help thinking that hey should be happy to just be seeing each other again after six weeks. Instead, they’re pissing each other off.
Shit. Justin bites his lip and worries, after all.
“Hey,” Brian says after a while. Justin didn’t even notice that he pulled over.
Justin turns and looks at Brian. The rain hitting the car roof seems too loud.
“Look, I-” Brian stops and suddenly he’s smiling.
“What?”
Brian reaches out and strokes over Justin’s hair on one side. Justin hears the crackle of the electric discharge. Stupid synthetics.
After a couple of strokes, Brian’s hand moves away and his eyes turn serious again. Justin misses it.
“I know I’m an ass, okay? It’s not that I… I don’t want to keep you from spending time with your friends. You miss them.” Brian looks away. “It’s your decision who you want to spend time with.”
Justin blinks and lets the new information sink in. Yeah, Brian is still a total idiot.
“Yeah, I do miss them. A lot, actually,” Justin ventures and waits for Brian to look at him again. When Brian does, Justin feels something inside him clench. He feels every cell in his body relenting. It sometimes still surprises him how insecure Brian can be with certain things.
Before he knows what he’s doing, he’s banging his extremities against the Vette’s interior while climbing over into Brian’s lap. He frames Brian’s face with his hands and forces him to look into his eyes. “I miss you so much that I get nervous shivers sometimes. So much that I can’t fucking sleep some nights.” There’s a twinkle, recognition, he thinks, in Brian’s eyes. Justin has tried but no pillow will ever have the shape of Brian’s body and no humidifier will ever make the exact wheezing noises his nose makes. Justin leans forward, inhales at Brian’s neck, moves his lips against his jaw. “And I love you so much, it almost gives me a fucking heart-attack sometimes.”
He feels the warm hands on his back, how they try to slip under his shirt. When they do, Justin feels the warmest of shudders sprint up his body.
Brian’s breath is warm against his shoulder and Justin knows he’s breathing him in, too. He loves that. Then Brian is kissing up his neck, pushing Justin back slowly in the process, and then his lips are on his chin.
Justin closes his eyes and lets Brian kiss him.
They break it up when two kids in Harry Potter masks knock on the window and then run off, giggling.
Justin watches how annoyance slowly blurs into Brian’s still dazed look and kisses him once more. “Yeah, I hate Halloween, too.”
+
They arrive at the diner only ten minutes after everyone else. There’s a lot of hugs and hellos and how-are-yous, but Justin has learned how to deal with the visiting routine in the last two years and it’s not too bad.
He has to smile at the way Brian rolls his eyes at everyone’s fussing but then, as soon as they’re seated, curls his fingers around Justin’s wrist under the table. He leans over to kiss the corner of Brian’s mouth and adores the way that mouth twitches into an almost-smile.
Dutifully, Justin declines party invitations. He also eats two cheeseburgers, lets Ted have some of his fries, discusses a novel with Ben, gets semi-annoyed with Hunter, laughs with Michael over a particularly precious Debbie anecdote and even finds Brian’s stupid trick and treat innuendos funny.
Emmett asks where they’ll be spending the evening and Justin kind of hopes for the loft. He fucking loves the house, in all its ridiculous extravagant, uneconomical and corny symbolic bigness, but tonight…
He turns to Brian. “The loft?” he asks.
Brian snorts around his coffee cup. “Are you kidding? When I left for the airport the little bastards were already at it, trolling up and down the street for candy.”
“They have no shame,” Ted supplies to the amusement of everyone.
Justin listens for a bit as they engage in a discussion regarding the party before turning back to Brian. He’s surprised by how Brian stares at him and leans closer.
“I’m not going to have you home for the first time in six weeks and then be interrupted by the doorbell or screaming kids in the hallway every ten minutes.”
Justin supposes that makes sense. He smiles at Brian and hopes he can keep his ridiculous fears locked up.
+
“What was that?” is the first thing he says when they’re inside. He already feels his pulse rate pick up.
“That would’ve been me closing the door.”
“Oh.” Justin watches as Brian inspects the hinges.
“Damn it, I thought I’d told Martin to do something about that creaking.”
Justin is glad that their neighbour slash maintenance guru exists. Currently because he obviously turned up the heating. It’s gotten fucking cold outside. And the wind and rain don’t help.
Justin only starts a little when Brian hugs him from behind.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Justin huffs. Brian’s lips are on his neck and Justin hopes he can’t feel his pulse.
Brian pulls back abruptly. Shit. “Justin?”
“Huh?” Justin looks around and wishes there were more lights turned on.
“Oh, Jesus, I forgot.”
“Forgot? What?”
Brian moves away, walks down the hallway, and flips a couple of light switches up. “What a nut you become on Halloween.”
It’s true. They haven’t spent more than two maybe three Halloweens together. “I…” Justin considers denying it, but when a second later, the wind picks up and he gasps, he figures there’s no use. He can’t even be mad at Brian for laughing at him. He knows it’s ridiculous.
“It’s just the wind, relax. You know, I don’t get it. You watch the craziest - and may I add shittiest - horror movies but turn into a scared kid on Halloween.” Brian comes back and hangs his coat. “I should put you in therapy.”
“Shut up.” Justin hands Brian his coat. “I can’t help it. This day just creeps me out.”
“Yeah, I got that.”
Justin ignores the snort and looks around. He walks over to the new piece of furniture. “You bought a new coat cabinet. And the mirror is amazing.”
“It had better be,” Brian says and presses his body to Justin’s back again. Justin loves how Brian wants to touch him all the time. “It cost a bomb.”
“Of course.” Justin watches in the mirror as Brian’s hands slowly move around his body. He feels and sees how they slowly pull at his shirt. He takes in how Brian looks while kissing the side of his face, closing his eyes as he mouths the skin below Justin’s ear.
“I missed you,” Justin says and sees how Brian tries to hide his smile in his neck.
Justin suddenly turns needy. He whirls around and kisses Brian, hard, and quickly opens his pants. He slowly moves his hand inside and Brian’s forehead drops to his. He revels in the fact that he can get Brian hard so quickly, make him groan so low.
He doesn’t hear the wind anymore.
+
Justin doesn’t remember the last time Brian was this desperate for it, for him. They grabble at each other, pant and groan obscenely loudly, share wet and scorching breath between them. It’s amazing.
Then, a noise.
“Brian,” Justin gasps.
“Justin,” is moaned into his cheek in return, hips snap even faster.
“No, Brian… wait.”
Brian stops all movement, searching Justin’s face. “What is it?”
“Didn’t you hear that?”
Brian groans, loud and frustrated, and drops down onto Justin’s body.
“Brian?” Justin slaps lightly at his shoulder.
“What?” Brian mumbles it into the pillow beside Justin’s head.
“So you didn’t hear anything?”
Brian lifts his head and stares down at Justin. “The last thing I heard was you telling me to go deeper. Which I did,” he adds and presses his hips down hard, his cock sinking a bit deeper.
Justin gasps and his eyelids flutter.
Brian smiles and leans down to kiss him. “It’s just the wind.”
Justin doesn’t quite believe it but forgets to argue when Brian lifts one of Justin’s legs higher around his back and moves in and out of him again.
The delicious burn in his ass and the prickle from where Brian kisses him sends Justin’s mind to a more abstract place.
But there it is again.
“Oh my god!” Justin is out of breath.
“Yeah.”
“No, fuck, Brian! There it was again!”
Brian only stops fucking him for a moment, then starts thrusting even harder. “Shut up, I don’t care!”
“But! Don’t you… ah… don’t you care that…” Justin can’t talk while his body is being shoved up and into the mattress and his lower body starting to twitch with a looming orgasm.
“Justin,” Brian growls. “I’m inside your ass for the first time in fucking 43 days.” Justin wonders how Brian can formulate such clear sentences through his rapid breathing. “I wouldn’t care right now if an axe murderer were standing right behind me.” Then he stops moving, after all, obviously exhausted.
Justin stops thinking about potential threats for a moment and considers Brian’s statement. “You know, in a weird way, that was actually sweet.”
“Oh my god, will you please stop talking and start fucking?” Brian’s voice sounds a little bit desperate as his tired hips try to find a rhythm again.
“I’m sorry, I’m just-”
Brian shuts Justin up with his mouth and tongue. He moves onto his knees, pulls Justin with him and sits him down on his cock
Justin loves being taken this way, loves how Brian’s arms wrap around him and keep him close. Justin circles his hips, licks the moan from Brian’s tongue and sets their new rhythm. When they come it’s quite spectacular. Justin starts coming on an upstroke and tells Brian so. Brian shudders and lets them fall to the mattress again, shoving as deep as he can into Justin and jerking against him while they share orgasmic breaths.
Justin’s last thought is that he should stay awake, but he knows that it’s a fight to be lost after this.
+
This is exactly why Justin wakes up grumpy so often in New York. This being Brian’s hands caressing him awake. He hums happily, opening his eyes to a new day.
But it’s not a new day. It’s just 1am.
“Brian,” he complains. He doesn’t want to be awake if it’s still Halloween, especially when the wind is still going strong outside. But then he already feels two lubed fingers circling his hole.
“Hm?” Brian says into the back of his neck. He continues down and kisses Justin’s shoulders. Then his lips stop suddenly.
After a moment, Justin wonders, “What’s wrong?”
“Did you hear that?”
“Huh?” Justin is still sleepy. “WHAT? Oh my god!” He quickly sits up and looks around.
“There was this weird noise just now.”
“But it’s just the wind, right?”
“Um.”
“TELL ME IT’S JUST THE WIND!”
“Okay, first, you need to chill. Axe murderers always kill off the freaked-out little white boys after the black chicks.”
“BUT THERE ARE NO BLACK CHICKS HERE!”
“Yeah.” Brian chuckles in the dark and Justin wants to kill him. But then-
“Oh god!”
“Fuck!” Brian curses and Justin hears him search for something. The nightstand lamp goes on and only poorly illuminates the large bedroom.
“What was that?”
“I don’t know, but it was louder this time. Shit.”
The fact that Brian looks uneasy now, too is what’s really freaking Justin out. “What are we gonna do? Should we-”
A loud rattle again and the nightstand lamp goes out. Brian gets up and moves along the wall, probably to the switch for the big ceiling light.
A couple of clicks confirm what Justin feared. “Power outage,” he says and gulps. He watches Brian’s shadow move back towards their bed.
“Shit, okay. We need to find the control box.”
Justin remembers what Martin told them. He wishes he didn’t. “It’s… in the basement.”
Brian takes a deep breath and reaches for his jeans. “Off to the basement, then.”
“Okay, I’ll just…”
“Fuck you, I’m not going down there by myself! Besides, do you really want to stay here? In the dark bedroom, while I’m away, all by yourself?”
Justin is convinced.
+
It gets fucking dark in the country, as they both realize. Without any street lights, the only thing lighting up the house is the moon. And that’s not much. In the dark, the house is one huge maze.
“I swear I’ll learn the floor plans and layout of this place by heart. That is if we survive tonight.”
“Oh shut up, you drama queen!” Brian says but squeezes Justin’s hand tighter when they reach another door. “Is this the door to the basement?” Brian shines the tiny flashlight they found in the kitchen drawer up and down the door.
“How would I know?” Justin hisses.
“Fuck. Why did I buy this fucking house in the first place?”
“I have no idea.”
Silence. “You really don’t?”
“Shut up, of course I do.” It’s Justin’s turn to squeeze. “Now open that fucking door,” he breathes. “Wait!”
“Whatwhat?” Brian whips around, the white-yellow flashlight spot moving erratically against the walls.
“I just want you to know that I love you.”
Brian groans and Justin feels only slightly ridiculous. Brian replies, “Sure you do. Which is why you have me going ahead of you. Okay, let’s do this.” Brian pushes and the door creaks open.
Justin closes his eyes.
When nothing happens, he opens them again and Brian starts pulling on his hand. He thinks Brian had his eyes closed, too.
“Okay,” Brian says as they slowly step down one stair at a time.
Justin actually shrieks when something rattles again.
“It’s that window over there.” Brian shines the light on the window swinging back and forth on its hinges. “See? The wind must’ve pushed it open.”
Relief floods every cell of Justin’s body. “Thank god.”
Brian pans the flashlight to see a bit more of the basement, which, of course, is fucking huge. “What is that?” he wonders, but doesn’t sound alarmed, so Justin isn’t.
“Hm?”
“Oh, nothing.” Brian illuminates the spot he’s staring at. “I thought I saw two light spots there. Nevermind. Jesus, Justin, no one can ever hear about what sissies we were tonight.” He huffs a laugh and they climb down the last of the stairs.
They find the electricity control box and study the multitude of switches.
Brian blinks at the switches, furrowing his brows in the way he does when he’s completely clueless but not ready to admit.
Justin chuckles and flips up the switch to the far left. “See, y-”
“GRRROOOOOO!”
Justin and Brian scream and Brian drops the flashlight. There’s commotion around them, also gusts of air.
Then, it’s quiet again.
Justin feels for the flashlight on the floor, then he remembers that the power should be back on and goes to find the light switch by the stairs. They both blink against the harsh light, eyes now used to darkness, and look around frantically.
There, by the open basement window.
“Oh, it’s a Hedwig!”
“What?” Brian spits, recovering immediately.
“An owl, I mean.”
“I can see that. Well, go away, animal!”
Justin laughs at the way Brian shouts at the animal, which sits in the open window, unimpressed. Yellowish glowing eyes study them for a moment before the bird spans its wings and takes off.
They both stare at the window for a few moments before Brian goes over there to close it.
“So,” he says, scratching his head. “Back to bed?”
+
In the morning, Brian calls Martin to come over. He tells him just how unacceptable he finds it to have wildlife intruding the house and how in the future, Martin will just have to check all rooms for rabid animals.
Brian also arranges with him to have some outside lights installed, because the realtor fucking failed to mention how dark it is in the night.
Justin bites his lip and watches Martin’s reactions.
Ten minutes later, the man leaves with a list in his hand, mumbling something about city boys.
+
“Justin?” Brian says later, while they lie on the sofa in front of the TV, his cock still not tucked away because the mutual blowjobs wore them out.
“Hmmmm?” Justin burrows further into Brian’s side.
“The next Halloween?”
“Yeah?”
“We’ll be spending it in New York.”