A SCHLOCKING INTERLUDE - HALLOWEEN SCHLOCK
“Daaaaaaaaaveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey! Wake uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!”
It was hard not to wake up when your best friend was bouncing on top of you.
“Morning Jimmy.” Davey said, doing his best to ignore the area Jimmy was bouncing on.
His best was never quite good enough though.
Jimmy giggled.
“What’s up with you this morning?” Davey asked, not quite managing to stop his hands from sliding up Jimmy’s silk pyjama clad thighs.
Jimmy giggled. And wriggled.
Davey grunted. And thrust.
“I’m so excited!” Jimmy exclaimed, bouncing harder.
“Oh god, me too!” Davey replied, thrusting harder. If only he could manage to pull down those silky pyjamas…
“It’s Halloweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!” Jimmy screeched before bouncing off Davey and jumping on the bed.
For a moment Davey was stuck. Should he pull Jimmy back down on him and demand he finish what he started, should he jump up and join in the bouncing and share his best friend’s excitement or should he just carry on watching the bouncing going on inside Jimmy’s pyjamas?
“Halloween huh?” he said, hypnotised by the rhythmic bounce bounce bounce.
“Yay! I’m so excited!” Jimmy yelled, bouncing higher and higher. He bounced off the bed and ran round the room, doing what Davey could only describe as an impression of a small but loud aeroplane. “And I just can’t hide it!” he sang. “I’m about to lose control and I think I like it, oh yeah!”
With that, he leapt back on the bed.
What happened next was a most unfortunate incident.
As Jimmy jumped back onto the bed, his larger than necessary pyjama bottoms (Davey always denied buying the wrong size) slipped down.
Oblivious to this, he launched into a full body slam onto his best friend who was waiting with his arms outstretched.
“Come to Dad…avey!” Davey yelled in excitement, for he had seen the slip of silk down Jimmy’s perfect legs. “OOF!”
Some might say that this was in fact, NOT unfortunate and Davey would agree wholeheartedly.
“Oh Jimmy!” Davey exclaimed, his hands tightly gripping Jimmy’s bouncing buttocks as he humped against him.
“Trick or treat! Trick or treat! Trick or treat!” Jimmy chanted in time with his bouncing.
“TREAT!” Davey yelled, “Oh god I want a treat!”
He desperately tried to wriggle his boxers off as Jimmy bounced like a demented bouncing thing on top of him, still unaware of the loss of his pyjamas.
It was only when Davey finally succeeded in slipping down his boxers that Jimmy felt something odd was happening.
“OH MY GOD!” he giggled, “My jim jams fell down! And…Davey! Your shorts!”
Davey grunted as their leaking cocks rubbed together. His hands squeezed Jimmy’s buttocks until his best friend squealed.
“Davey! What are you doing?!”
“Thinking of Halloween ba…uddy.”
“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Jimmy frantically rubbed and bounced and rubbed and bounced.
Davey knew it was wrong. But still, they were best friends and they did everything together and he was sure Jimmy wouldn’t really mind if his finger slipped accidentally-on-purpose down his crack.
“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!”
That’s right. Jimmy didn’t mind.
“I want a pumpkin Davey!” Jimmy gasped as he rubbed himself against his best friend.
“You can have whatever you want ba…uddy.” Davey replied in between gasps.
“And candy! Can I have candy?”
Usually, Davey would have said a big fat no to candy but when little Davey was playing with little Jimmy, he’d say yes to anything.
“Oh yes, candy!” he groaned.
“Candy! Yay! I can have candy! Candy candy candy! CAAAAAAAAAAAAAANDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!”
And all of a sudden, Jimmy froze mid-bounce.
“What is it?” Davey said in panic, his finger gripped tightly by his best friend’s muscles “What’s wrong?”
“I think…” Jimmy’s eyes filled with tears and his bottom lip wobbled “that I just peed myself. I’m so sorry Davey, I got too excited!” he wailed before slumping down on his best friend and sobbing into his neck.
By now, Davey was desperate.
“Um, it’s ok. I think that maybe I would pee myself if I got any more excited than I already am.”
“Really?” Jimmy asked, surfacing to look at his best friend, his tears flowing freely.
“Want me to try?” Davey asked, biting his lip to distract from the throbbing down below.
“Ok.” Jimmy sniffed.
Davey carefully pulled his finger free, rolled them over and immediately started to thrust against his best friend’s softened and sticky cock.
“Are you excited Davey?” Jimmy asked.
“Oh god yes.” He grunted.
“Want to go trick or treating?”
Davey didn’t really hear what Jimmy was saying to him. He was too busy trying to suck his best friend’s bottom lip.
“Uh-huh.” He managed to reply.
“Want candy?”
Davey was mesmerised by Jimmy’s soft pink lips and the tongue that sneaked out to lick them.
“Oh yeah, I want candy.”
He plunged his tongue into Jimmy’s mouth.
More frantic bouncing and thrusting and then suddenly Davey was pulling away from Jimmy’s mouth.
“I’m going to pee Jimmy! Oh god, I’m going to pee!”
“Pee for me Davey!” Jimmy yelled, secretly pleased he wasn’t the only one to have no control when he got excited.
“Oh Jimmy I’m peeing!” Davey screamed.
Jimmy felt something warm splashing on to him and he hugged his best friend tightly.
“Thank you Davey, you’re such a good best friend.”
Davey could do this. He could get through it as long as he didn’t look at Jimmy. Looking at Jimmy meant witnessing the trembling bottom lip. Only men with nerves of steel could stop the trembling lip affecting them.
“But Davey? You said I could.”
Don’t look at him.
“I know,” Davey said, feeling like the meanest, worst best friend ever. “I was a little distracted at that moment. I didn’t realise what I was saying.”
“I was really looking forward to it Davey.”
Don’t look at him.
“I’m sorry Jimmy. It’s just not such a good idea. How about we buy candy for the trick or treaters who knock here?”
“But Davey?”
Don’t look at him.
“Davey?”
Don’t look at him.
Jimmy huffed and jumped onto Davey’s lap and started wriggling.
Houston, we have a problem - we’ve made eye contact.
Davey was drawn in by the trembling lip and moist eyes.
“No one ever knocks here Davey! Never ever EVER!”
“What shall we go as Davey? Huh? Huh? What shall we wear?”
Davey watched as Jimmy pulled every item of clothing they owned from their small wardobe. Somehow the words “yes we’ll go trick or treating” had slipped from his mouth during a Best Friend Cuddle and Jimmy had immediately bounced off his lap and run round the apartment whooping for joy. For a moment Davey had suspected the trembling lip and big fat tears had been a scam but he’d forgotten this after Jimmy had run back and kissed him rather loudly and wetly on the lips.
“We need costumes Davey! Can we go to the store?”
“Um, Jimmy? I spent our last couple of dollars on new colouring books for you. We don’t have any money left.”
Jimmy looked sad for a moment and then his face brightened.
“We’ll make costumes!”
For the next hour, Jimmy made his way around their apartment, picking various things up and suggesting ways of turning them into Halloween costumes. Davey said no to using the sheets from the bed as a ghost costume because they didn’t have any spares. He said no when Jimmy picked up a roll of toilet paper to use as a mummy costume and pointed out that the weather forecast predicted rain. He was running out of reasons to say no when Jimmy turned to him with a huge grin on his face.
“We could go as ourselves!”
Davey blinked.
“I mean, as them! Y’know, Spike and Angel! We don’t need any special make up or anything, we could just go grrrr a lot and look mean! Whaddyareckon Davey?!”
“Um.”
“I still have the stuff I wore so we don’t need to buy anything. Please Davey! Please say we can!”
For a moment, Davey slipped into a dream state, thinking of Jimmy dressed as Spike. The tight jeans, the tight black t-shirt, the duster, the hair…
“Your hair is different now.”
Jimmy ran a hand through his hair.
“I’ll bleach it!”
“Just to go trick or treating?” Davey asked. Jimmy had always said how much of a relief it was to no longer bleach his hair.
“Yeah! I can always cut it short again after. Please Davey! Please!”
Davey smiled. His best friend was obviously very excited about the whole thing and who was he to stand in the way of happiness?
“Ok Jimmy, we’ll do it.”
“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Thanks Davey! You’re such a good best friend!” Jimmy said, bouncing his way across the room to throw himself into Davey’s arms.
“Did you put enough Sweet ‘n’ Low in it Davey?” Jimmy asked nervously as Davey began to spread the mixture over his hair.
“Yes, six packets. It should be fine. Now, keep still otherwise it’s going to go everywhere.”
Jimmy sat as still as he could on the edge of the bath tub, trying to not to giggle when the hair above the waistband of Davey’s boxers tickled his face.
Davey knew he was being a naughty best friend by standing so close to Jimmy when he really didn’t need to but he made some excuse about the bad lighting and not being able to see the back of Jimmy’s head properly.
Jimmy giggled and wriggled away from the hair tickling his nose.
“Whoops!” he said as he overbalanced.
He grabbed hold of Davey’s boxers to stop himself from falling into the bath.
Righting himself, his face bumped into something hard.
He looked up at Davey.
Davey looked down, thinking all kinds of wrong things.
“Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?” Jimmy whispered with a giggle.
“I’m very pleased to see you.” Davey replied wishing he could drag down his boxers and show Jimmy exactly what he meant.
Jimmy beamed happily.
“I’m very pleased to see you too.” He said, leaning in and placing a kiss on the hardness in Davey’s boxers.
A small damp patch appeared on the fabric.
“Is it done yet?” Jimmy asked.
“Uh…no.” Davey groaned, pushing his groin into Jimmy’s face a little more.
“But it goes hard if you don’t use it!”
“It’s already hard baby.” Davey moaned, pushing harder.
Jimmy tried to say something but he ended up mouthing around the hardness Davey was rubbing in his face.
“Oh baby that’s good.” Davey hissed.
“No, it’s not good!” Jimmy exclaimed, pushing Davey away from his face, “If you don’t get my hair covered before the stuff goes hard it’ll be useless and I’ll end up looking like Debbie Harry!”
“What?” Davey asked, unable to comprehend what his friend was saying thanks to the lack of blood in his brain. His dick strained uncomfortably inside his boxers.
“Are you ok Davey? You look a bit ill. Do you need to lie down?”
“Uh…yeah. I think I need a cuddle.”
“It’s no good Davey, I can’t get these jeans on. How did I ever get into anything so tight?”
Davey made sure he never let out his secret about requesting that wardrobe bought smaller sizes for Jimmy.
“Here, let me help.”
Together they wrestled on the floor until the jeans were pulled up and zipped.
“How do I look then?” Jimmy asked, getting up from the floor with a slightly uncomfortable look on his face.
Davey looked him up and down. Then down and up. Then he walked around him to get a better view.
“You look great.” He breathed as he took another look down at the noticeable bulge in Jimmy’s jeans.
“Do I look like him now?”
“Oh yeah.”
Jimmy smiled happily.
“You look great Davey. Or should I say, Angel?”
“I think we’re good to go then.” Davey said, thinking it was best to get out of the place before he ripped off Jimmy’s jeans and showed him what he thought Spike and Angel really got up to.
“Oh, just one more thing Davey! We need to practice biting!”
“Biting?!”
“Yeah, in case people trick instead of treating us!”
“Jimmy, we’re not going to bite anyone!”
“Can’t we just pretend?”
Davey took one long at his best friend’s pleading face and crumbled. How could he say no to this beautiful man who looked like Spike and had a bulge in his jeans, not to mention the most perfect ass in the world?
“Ok, but just pretending!”
Jimmy bounced on the spot.
“Come on then, you try!”
Davey grinned and grabbed Jimmy’s arms, leaning in and nipping at his neck.
“Ooooh, stop you big bad vampire!”
Davey laughed into Jimmy’s neck and bit a little harder.
“Someone save me from the bad man! He’s going to suck me!”
Davey groaned and sucked the delicious flesh into his mouth, rubbing against Jimmy’s bulge.
“Ooooh, Angel!”
Davey pulled away from Jimmy.
“What?!”
Jimmy blushed. Then he frowned.
“I think I need to pee!”
He darted off to the bathroom, just giving Davey enough time to notice the huge hickey he’d left behind.
Jimmy reappeared from the bathroom a few minutes later, his face flushed and his bulge diminished.
“Ready to go Spike?” Davey asked with a grin.
Jimmy smiled and held out his hand for Davey to take.
Davey took his hand and led him out of the apartment. Jimmy didn’t go out much and when he did, he tended to wander off and get lost. Davey had considered getting a set of reins but hadn’t been able to find any big enough so holding hands would have to suffice.
“Did you see how much we got?!” Jimmy asked, bouncing into the apartment.
Davey was also surprised at the amount of candy they’d been able to collect. Most of it had been from elderly people who whispered that it was nice someone took an interest in those less fortunate than others. They’d got away without having to threaten to bite anyone, apart from a young woman who had laughed at them when she’d answered the door. When Jimmy had said “Want me to bite your neck luv?” in a perfect Spike voice, she’d swooned slightly and invited them in. Of course, Davey had said no and dragged Jimmy off to the next house.
“We got enough to last days!” Jimmy said, tipping the candy all over the floor.
Davey had thought weeks but judging by the amount of candy he’d seen Jimmy eat in one go, he had to agree on days.
“You um, didn’t eat any while we were out, did you?”
“No.” Jimmy replied, shaking his head and looking the picture of innocence.
Davey immediately felt bad for being suspicious and gave his best friend a big smile.
“Right, I think I’ll put this lot away for now. I need to use the bathroom. Do you want to get ready for bed now?”
“Ok Davey.” Jimmy said.
Davey was slightly taken aback. Usually he had to plead Jimmy to get ready for bed and then help him into his pyjamas. Jimmy always wanted to stay up past his bedtime and watch tv but Davey was always concerned about the content of tv shows shown after ten at night.
He scooped up the candy, put it back into the bag they’d used and took it with him to the bathroom, just to be sure.
As soon as the bathroom door closed, Jimmy grinned and reached into one of the many pockets of the duster he wore. Candy a-plenty.
“Davey!” Jimmy exclaimed, now duster free as Davey opened the bathroom door. “I missed you!”
“I was only in there for a few minutes!” Davey said with a laugh. Then he frowned. “Jimmy…have you been eating candy?”
Jimmy giggled.
“I can see it all around your mouth! Where did you get it from?!” Davey asked, a little annoyed because he always liked to monitor Jimmy’s sugar intake.
“Pockets!” Jimmy declared before bouncing off down the hallway.
Davey ran after him, desperately trying to grab hold before his best friend could come to some harm. Of course, he was too slow and ended up watching Jimmy as he bounced on and off the furniture.
“Jimmy, please calm down!”
“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
“Jimmy!”
“BOING BOING BOING!”
“JIMMY!”
“BOING! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! BOING! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! BOING! Wheeeeeeeeeeeee - ouch!”
Davey managed at last to grab hold of him as he bounced from one chair to another and tackled him to the ground.
Jimmy giggled and tried to wrestle away.
“I think it’s bath time for you young man and then bed!”
“Bed?! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Jimmy screeched and kicked away from Davey.
Davey swore and grabbed hold again as Jimmy tried to get up and run away.
There was a ripping sound.
Davey stared at the material in his hand. Instead of ripping the back pocket off Jimmy’s jeans, it had torn a hole and he could now view one of Jimmy’s perfect pale globes.
Jimmy giggled as he twisted round to see what had happened.
“You’re trying to get into my pants!”
“I am not!” Davey lied indignantly. “I’m trying to calm you down!”
He lunged again, this time pulling Jimmy back to the floor where he quickly climbed on top.
“My mum told me about boys like you!” Jimmy howled, tears of laughter rolling down his cheeks and mixing in with the sticky sugary smears around his mouth.
Davey held on tight.
“Jimmy, this behaviour is unacceptable!”
“Ok, I’ll stop. I’ll be good now.” Jimmy replied, immediately halting his struggle.
“Good boy.” Davey sighed with relief and pressed a kiss to Jimmy’s forehead.
“SUCKER!” Jimmy yelled and threw Davey off. He bounced up and continued his frantic behaviour around the room.
Davey sighed and wiped away a tear of frustration. He loved his best friend dearly but boy was it a full time job looking after him! How on earth was he supposed to get another job and leave Jimmy at home to look after himself? It was simply unthinkable. He’d have to get a sitter or hope that any new job that came along would have some kind of crèche facilities.
He did what he’d been told to do after seeking advice on behavioural problems and ignored Jimmy, instead getting up and heading for the bathroom.
“Whatcha doing?!” Jimmy asked as he bounced along behind him.
“Going to the bathroom.” Davey replied, showing no interest in Jimmy as he slapped his backside and pulled his ears.
“What for?!”
“I’m running a bath.”
“Ooooh, who’s it for?!” Jimmy asked as he picked up the tube of toothpaste and squeezed it all over the floor.
“Who do you think?”
“Um.” Jimmy tried to think as he picked up Davey’s moisturiser and smeared it all over the bathroom mirror.
“What’s this Jimmy?” Davey asked, holding something up.
“Mr Matey!” Jimmy exclaimed. “Bubbles!”
He halted his destruction of the contents of the bathroom and watched as Davey carefully poured some Mr Matey into the running water.
He watched the bubbles appear as if by magic and went to sit on the side of the bath.
Davey smiled to himself.
“Whose bath is it?” Jimmy asked, looking up at his best friend.
“Mine.” Davey replied as he started to undress. He knew he’d done the right thing when he saw the outraged look on Jimmy’s face.
“But Mr Matey is mine!”
“You don’t want a bath, do you Jimmy?”
“But Mr Matey is mine! You can’t use it!”
Davey paused as he went to unzip his leather trousers.
“They’re my bubbles Davey, MINE!”
Jimmy huffed and stood up.
“You’re not getting in that bath. I am!”
He undressed, watching Davey all the time through narrowed eyes.
“All better now?” Davey asked as he held up a towel for Jimmy.
Jimmy nodded and shivered. He’d stayed in the bath way too long, playing with the rubber ducks and the submarine Davey had bought him and now he was cold.
“Come on then,” Davey said as he wrapped the towel around his best friend, “let’s get you into that nice warm bed.”
“Bedtime story?” Jimmy said hopefully as he was led out of the bathroom and along to the bedroom.
“Only if you promise to behave yourself now.”
“I promise!” Jimmy said, shrugging off the towel, pulling back the covers and leaping into bed.
Davey slowly stripped as he thought of a story to tell Jimmy.
“I want a scary story because it’s Halloween!”
Davey grinned. He had just the story to tell Jimmy.
“And then what did William do?” Jimmy asked with wide eyes as he looked up at Davey who’d climbed on top of him to demonstrate certain points in his story.
“Well,” Davey said with a grin, “William said he’d do anything if Angelus let him go without hurting him.”
“What did Angelus say?” Jimmy breathed, struggling slightly against Davey’s grip on his wrists above his head.
“Angelus said William couldn’t stop him doing anything. He also said he couldn’t promise not to hurt him.”
“What did Angelus do to William, Davey? Show me what he did.”
Davey knew it was safe to continue for they were best friends. Only best friends could get away with it.
“First, he did this.”
Davey leant down and kissed Jimmy’s neck.
“Well that doesn’t hurt. Why didn’t William want Angelus to do that to him?”
“Because William was silly and didn’t realise how much Angelus wanted to be his best friend.”
Jimmy tutted.
“Ok, what did Angelus do next?”
Davey slithered down Jimmy’s body until he came to rest beside one of his nipples. His tongue sneaked out and he licked it.
“Oooooh, what else did he do?”
Davey slid further down, kissing Jimmy’s stomach as he headed for his destination.
“That’s kinda nice Davey, what else did Angelus doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?!”
And so Davey continued to tell his story to an enthralled Jimmy.
The climax of the story came when Davey demonstrated how Angelus had turned William into a vampire. Of course, Davey didn’t sink his teeth into Jimmy’s neck but he kept everything else to its correct details.
Jimmy enjoyed his bedtime story immensely and even pretended to be William by calling Davey ‘Angelus’ when that special moment came.
Jimmy fell asleep in Davey’s arms, wondering if William had also peed himself…
Happy Halloween!