Sex and Candy
Pairing: Zack Baker/Jacoby Shaddix
Summary: Halloween isn’t just for the kids.
Rating: NC-17
Dedicated to the lovely winginblood
“C’mon daddy, just one more house, pleeeease!” a skateboarding zombie pleaded, pulling at the leg of his fathers ripped jeans.
“Yeah daddy, pleeeease, let us go to just one more!” begged the zombies little brother, the Red Ranger, grabbing for their daddy’s leather jacket.
Jacoby Shaddix looked down at his children, both looking up at him with their perfectly practiced puppy eyes. He tried his damned hardest not to give in, to keep his fatherly authority, but found his heart melting when Jagger actually started to sniffle, Makaile hugging him for added effect. Damn, those two were good.
“Alright, fine, but ONLY one more, it’s almost 9, mommy will kill me if I have you out too late,” he ran his fingers through his jet black spiked hair
The two little boys gave screeches of victory, barreling towards their next victims house. Jacoby jogged to keep up with them, wondering how their little legs could carry them so fast. He stopped behind them just as they rang the doorbell, hopping up and down at the prospect of getting just a little more candy to gnaw on before bed.
“Trick or treat!” they hollered the second they heard the lock click and the doorknob turn. Jacoby watched his kids fondly, beaming at the smiles that stretched over their paint covered faces. His jaw nearly dropped to the ground, however, as he looked up to see the owner of the home his boys ran to.
Charcoal black hair hung down into the man’s face, brushing the tip of his nose. Red makeup smeared around jade green eyes, football lines drawn on his cheeks perfectly straight. Plump lips with two silver rings threaded through the bottom one, effectively giving them more of a pouty look, with a tuft of hair just aboe the chin. A tank top revealed years of tattoo work, each one intricate in it’s own way, depicting monsters and horror scenes of all types. Tightly fitting jeans hugged all the right places, flattering and showing off every sexy detail of his hips and ass. Jacoby felt his cock twitch but viciously ripped himself away from the pictures forming in his head when he remembered his children were here.
“Oh wow, look at you two! Those are great costumes!” the man complimented, putting a generous amount of candy in each boys candy bucket, looking up at the boys father “they’re cute!”
“Uhh, thanks!” Jacoby smiled proudly, sapphire blue eyes gleaming in the pale moonlight, nervously scratching the back of his head, noticing the man’s eyes were scanning him like he’d done to him moments before. He looked damn good in his rockstar get-up and he knew it, giving his well-practiced smirk.
“Thank you, mister!” the boys chirped, smiling up at their daddy, happy with the amount of candy in their possession.
“No problem, Happy Halloween,” the man laughed, grinning at the two little guys as they ran down the driveway. Jacoby nodded to the man in the doorway, eyes lingering as long as they could while he closed the door, racing after his kids for what was the millionth time that night.
~~~~~
Jagger and Makaile had been tucked into bed nearly an hour ago, the crash from their sugar high thankfully kicked in early, and his wife had fallen asleep soon after, leaving Jacoby to battle the thoughts in his head involving the last man he’d seen. He was absolutely gorgeous; too gorgeous to pass up. With everyone asleep in his house, he pulled back on his leather jacket and quietly left the house, intent on going out to get a little treat for himself tonight.
As he approached the somewhat familiar house, he only briefly wondered what the fuck he was doing, going to some guy’s house he didn’t even know, in the middle of the night. His body was working with a mind of it’s own as he rang the doorbell, his heart racing even faster when he heard the light chime of the bell. There was no turning back now.
“You kids are out kinda late aren’t- . . . . you . . .” the man’s sentence trailed off when he realized who was at his door, eyes hungrily looking him over for the second time that night, licking his lips before looking him in the eye, “Oh . . . it’s you . . .”
“Yeah . . . it is.” Jacoby’s eyes locked with the shining emerald orbs in the doorway.
“It’s almost midnight. Why are you here?” the man raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, an evil smile tugging at his full lips. Maybe he’d been thinking the same way as Jacoby.
“I just . . . I HAD to come back . . . I don’t know what compelled me to but . . . I couldn’t pass you up,” Jacoby felt like an idiot, standing in some strangers doorway, looking for sex, but gave no sign of it as he slid his hands into the pockets of his torn jeans, working his well-developed charm.
“Oh . . .”
What could only be described as a staredown ensued for what seemed like an eternity before the man’s arms shot out, hands gripping the collar of Jacoby’s leather jacket, forcefully pulling him inside, and slamming him against the now closed front door. Jacoby would have feared for his safety if it hadn’t been for the denim clad bulge pressing against his thigh.
“What’s your name?” the green-eyed man asked, lips seeking Jacoby’s neck, slowly pushing the jacket from his shoulders, it landing on the floor with a dull thud and the jangle of metal hooks.
“The name’s Jacoby. You’ll want to remember that for later,” he moaned as the man nipped at his throat, “and what would yours be?”
“Zack.”
“Zack,” Jacoby repeated in a breathy sigh, letting his head fall back against the heavy oak door.
“So do you always go to random peoples houses looking for sex or what?” Zack teased, bringing himself up to eye-level with Jacoby, fingers trailing down his abs to tug at the hem of his t-shirt.
“Only the ones I know will let me in . . . such as yourself,” Jacoby laughed evilly, removing his own shirt before yanking off Zack’s, each man drooling at the sight of the others inked chest.
“Why, you always let in the strangers that come knocking?” Jacoby asked as he was pulled down the hall and into a dark room by his wrist.
“Only when I want them to fuck me,” Zack whispered seductively as he pushed Jacoby back onto his bed, the blue-eyed man biting his lip. He had no idea things would actually go as planned and found himself being turned on rapidly not only by the prospect of being buried in this strangers ass, but also the fact that he had no idea what this guy could do to him. The suspense was much more than just a thrill it was a fucking head rush.
“But anyways, enough talk,” Zack unbuttoned and pushed down his sinfully tight jeans, erection bouncing up to full mast, crawling into the bed between Jacoby’s knees “time for business.”
Skilled hands worked the buckle of Jacoby’s belt undone, ripping off the tattered jeans and black boxers, throwing them to the side of the bed. Cat-like eyes glinted evilly in the minimum light let in from the window, Zack licking his lips before pressing them to the head of Jacoby’s cock. Jacoby hissed at the sensation of warm lips and cold metal, clenching his fists, wanting more.
“Damn,” he ran his fingers through Zack’s long hair, “I like that. Never had a boy with liprings before.”
“Please!” Zack only laughed darkly, eyes glazing over and darkening in lust, “after tonight you’ll realize you’ve never had anyone like me.”
If Jacoby had planned to say anything at all, it was soon forgotten and transformed into a whine as his cock was completely engulfed into a deliciously warm heat, jaw hung slack as he watched Zack’s head bob up and down skillfully yet slowly.
“Jesus Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter in my entire life,” Jacoby moaned out, raking his fingers through Zack’s long, ravenous locks, grip tightening whenever Zack his a certain spot on his dick with that devilishly talented tongue. Jacoby’s head kicked back and banged on the headboard, body shaking in anticipation of his orgasm. Not wanting it to be over too soon, he pulled Zack off by the hair.
Zack made a noise of confusion, cocking his eyebrow and tilting his head to the side.
“Your turn,” Jacoby said, his shit eating grin punctuated as he grabbed a hold of Zack’s hips and flipped them in one swift move so Zack was laying on his front, pinning Zack’s arms by his head.
“Wh- . . . what are you doing?!” Zack asked, panicking slightly but Jacoby’s hands smoothed down his back, calming him almost instantly.
“You’ll see, sexy,” Jacoby purred, a trail of burning hot licks and nips leading down to the crack of Zack’s ass, stopping to add to the anticipation. Zack ground his hips into the sheets, desperate for any kind of friction before his eyes shot open wide, entire body seized up, and a strangled moan inadvertently escaped his throat when he felt Jacoby’s tongue tease his hole.
Several strings of incoherent thoughts and obscenities shot out from Zack’s mouth, Jacoby burying his mouth and tongue deeper into Zack’s hole, moaning at the taste, flicking the tip around the tight ring of muscles before gently nipping at the pale flesh of one of the deliciously plump globes, all working together to turn Zack into a whimpering, writhing mess.
“J- . . . . Jacoby!” Zack struggled to get out, Jacoby knowing exactly what the cry meant. He reluctantly took his mouth away and stood up on his knees.
“Condom?” was his simple question, answered with a nod, Zack’s hand shooting over to the bedside table, removing a condom and a bottle of lube from the drawer with ease, as if it were a practiced task. Jacoby couldn’t help but notice. It was actually quite a turn on. Looks like his little play thing for the night was a slut.
“Thought you said you only let strangers in when you want them to fuck you, by the looks of it you’re used to being in this position,” Jacoby barked a sinister laugh, ripping open and rolling on the condom Zack gave him and slicking it up with the cool gel.
“Yeah, so . . . maybe I get a lot of hot strangers such as yours- OH HOLY FUCK!”
Jacoby pushed his way into Zack’s hole, head lolling foreword as he let himself be consumed by the tightness, coupled with the almost unbearably mind numbing heat.
“Ohhhh, shit, you feel SO good,” Jacoby gave his twisted compliment but was being the ‘perfect gentleman’, waiting for Zack to give the signal that it was alright to pound his ass to holy hell.
Zack got impatient very soon, pushing his hips back onto Jacoby’s, to which the dominant one quite willingly obliged. He began his rhythm, slow yet deep, searching for the spot he knew would drive any man wild. Zack continued to thrust back until his body once again froze, a scream ripping through his vocal cords, followed up with a series of whimpers and moans.
“Jesus, you’re louder than a two dollar whore!” Jacoby chuckled through his own moans at how Zack contracted around him, quickening his pace, “You want it hard?”
“Yeah . . . yeah . . . please . . . hard,” Zack panted, back arching much like a cat. Jacoby smirked, mentally dubbing Zack his sex kitten.
“Alright then . . . scream for me, baby!” Jacoby commanded as his pace turned brutal, fast and deep, pounding into Zack’s spot over and over, right hand reaching around to jerk Zack off in uncoordinated movements, losing himself to mental aid of all of Zack’s noises. The boy was a whore and he loved it.
“God, I’m gonna . . . oh fuck, Jacoby!” Zack cried out loudly, hot come spilling over Jacoby’s hand and the bed sheets, some even shooting onto his chest. Jacoby could have sworn he’d stumbled into heaven somehow as Zack’s ass clenched almost too tight, ripping the orgasm right from his stomach, spilling himself into Zack’s hole, continuing with shallow thrusts just to tease Zack, licking his lips at the whimpers escaping from those pierced lips. He pulled out and fell onto the bed next to the stranger-turned-lover.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Zack sighed, trying to catch his breath while cleaning himself up with his discarded tanktop.
“You’re tellin’ me,” Jacoby laughed as he got up and pulled on his jeans and boxers, fastening the belt, “if I’d known such a hot piece of ass lived nearby I would have been over here sooner!”
“I’m glad you came by, come back any time” Zack smirked, buttoning up those oh-so-teasingly tight jeans as he walked Jacoby to the door, opening it, where the blue eyed man pulled his t-shirt back on and threw his leather jacket over his shoulders, pushing his arms through the sleeves.
“Might have to take you up on that offer sometime . . . it was fun,” Jacoby popped the collar of his leather jacket, spiked hair being gently tussled by the breeze, giving Zack a smirk of his own, one fit for Satan himself, “and really, I couldn’t go through the night without doing a little trick or treating of my own.”
Summary: Halloween isn’t just for the kids.
Rating: NC-17
Dedicated to the lovely winginblood
“C’mon daddy, just one more house, pleeeease!” a skateboarding zombie pleaded, pulling at the leg of his fathers ripped jeans.
“Yeah daddy, pleeeease, let us go to just one more!” begged the zombies little brother, the Red Ranger, grabbing for their daddy’s leather jacket.
Jacoby Shaddix looked down at his children, both looking up at him with their perfectly practiced puppy eyes. He tried his damned hardest not to give in, to keep his fatherly authority, but found his heart melting when Jagger actually started to sniffle, Makaile hugging him for added effect. Damn, those two were good.
“Alright, fine, but ONLY one more, it’s almost 9, mommy will kill me if I have you out too late,” he ran his fingers through his jet black spiked hair
The two little boys gave screeches of victory, barreling towards their next victims house. Jacoby jogged to keep up with them, wondering how their little legs could carry them so fast. He stopped behind them just as they rang the doorbell, hopping up and down at the prospect of getting just a little more candy to gnaw on before bed.
“Trick or treat!” they hollered the second they heard the lock click and the doorknob turn. Jacoby watched his kids fondly, beaming at the smiles that stretched over their paint covered faces. His jaw nearly dropped to the ground, however, as he looked up to see the owner of the home his boys ran to.
Charcoal black hair hung down into the man’s face, brushing the tip of his nose. Red makeup smeared around jade green eyes, football lines drawn on his cheeks perfectly straight. Plump lips with two silver rings threaded through the bottom one, effectively giving them more of a pouty look, with a tuft of hair just aboe the chin. A tank top revealed years of tattoo work, each one intricate in it’s own way, depicting monsters and horror scenes of all types. Tightly fitting jeans hugged all the right places, flattering and showing off every sexy detail of his hips and ass. Jacoby felt his cock twitch but viciously ripped himself away from the pictures forming in his head when he remembered his children were here.
“Oh wow, look at you two! Those are great costumes!” the man complimented, putting a generous amount of candy in each boys candy bucket, looking up at the boys father “they’re cute!”
“Uhh, thanks!” Jacoby smiled proudly, sapphire blue eyes gleaming in the pale moonlight, nervously scratching the back of his head, noticing the man’s eyes were scanning him like he’d done to him moments before. He looked damn good in his rockstar get-up and he knew it, giving his well-practiced smirk.
“Thank you, mister!” the boys chirped, smiling up at their daddy, happy with the amount of candy in their possession.
“No problem, Happy Halloween,” the man laughed, grinning at the two little guys as they ran down the driveway. Jacoby nodded to the man in the doorway, eyes lingering as long as they could while he closed the door, racing after his kids for what was the millionth time that night.
~~~~~
Jagger and Makaile had been tucked into bed nearly an hour ago, the crash from their sugar high thankfully kicked in early, and his wife had fallen asleep soon after, leaving Jacoby to battle the thoughts in his head involving the last man he’d seen. He was absolutely gorgeous; too gorgeous to pass up. With everyone asleep in his house, he pulled back on his leather jacket and quietly left the house, intent on going out to get a little treat for himself tonight.
As he approached the somewhat familiar house, he only briefly wondered what the fuck he was doing, going to some guy’s house he didn’t even know, in the middle of the night. His body was working with a mind of it’s own as he rang the doorbell, his heart racing even faster when he heard the light chime of the bell. There was no turning back now.
“You kids are out kinda late aren’t- . . . . you . . .” the man’s sentence trailed off when he realized who was at his door, eyes hungrily looking him over for the second time that night, licking his lips before looking him in the eye, “Oh . . . it’s you . . .”
“Yeah . . . it is.” Jacoby’s eyes locked with the shining emerald orbs in the doorway.
“It’s almost midnight. Why are you here?” the man raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, an evil smile tugging at his full lips. Maybe he’d been thinking the same way as Jacoby.
“I just . . . I HAD to come back . . . I don’t know what compelled me to but . . . I couldn’t pass you up,” Jacoby felt like an idiot, standing in some strangers doorway, looking for sex, but gave no sign of it as he slid his hands into the pockets of his torn jeans, working his well-developed charm.
“Oh . . .”
What could only be described as a staredown ensued for what seemed like an eternity before the man’s arms shot out, hands gripping the collar of Jacoby’s leather jacket, forcefully pulling him inside, and slamming him against the now closed front door. Jacoby would have feared for his safety if it hadn’t been for the denim clad bulge pressing against his thigh.
“What’s your name?” the green-eyed man asked, lips seeking Jacoby’s neck, slowly pushing the jacket from his shoulders, it landing on the floor with a dull thud and the jangle of metal hooks.
“The name’s Jacoby. You’ll want to remember that for later,” he moaned as the man nipped at his throat, “and what would yours be?”
“Zack.”
“Zack,” Jacoby repeated in a breathy sigh, letting his head fall back against the heavy oak door.
“So do you always go to random peoples houses looking for sex or what?” Zack teased, bringing himself up to eye-level with Jacoby, fingers trailing down his abs to tug at the hem of his t-shirt.
“Only the ones I know will let me in . . . such as yourself,” Jacoby laughed evilly, removing his own shirt before yanking off Zack’s, each man drooling at the sight of the others inked chest.
“Why, you always let in the strangers that come knocking?” Jacoby asked as he was pulled down the hall and into a dark room by his wrist.
“Only when I want them to fuck me,” Zack whispered seductively as he pushed Jacoby back onto his bed, the blue-eyed man biting his lip. He had no idea things would actually go as planned and found himself being turned on rapidly not only by the prospect of being buried in this strangers ass, but also the fact that he had no idea what this guy could do to him. The suspense was much more than just a thrill it was a fucking head rush.
“But anyways, enough talk,” Zack unbuttoned and pushed down his sinfully tight jeans, erection bouncing up to full mast, crawling into the bed between Jacoby’s knees “time for business.”
Skilled hands worked the buckle of Jacoby’s belt undone, ripping off the tattered jeans and black boxers, throwing them to the side of the bed. Cat-like eyes glinted evilly in the minimum light let in from the window, Zack licking his lips before pressing them to the head of Jacoby’s cock. Jacoby hissed at the sensation of warm lips and cold metal, clenching his fists, wanting more.
“Damn,” he ran his fingers through Zack’s long hair, “I like that. Never had a boy with liprings before.”
“Please!” Zack only laughed darkly, eyes glazing over and darkening in lust, “after tonight you’ll realize you’ve never had anyone like me.”
If Jacoby had planned to say anything at all, it was soon forgotten and transformed into a whine as his cock was completely engulfed into a deliciously warm heat, jaw hung slack as he watched Zack’s head bob up and down skillfully yet slowly.
“Jesus Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter in my entire life,” Jacoby moaned out, raking his fingers through Zack’s long, ravenous locks, grip tightening whenever Zack his a certain spot on his dick with that devilishly talented tongue. Jacoby’s head kicked back and banged on the headboard, body shaking in anticipation of his orgasm. Not wanting it to be over too soon, he pulled Zack off by the hair.
Zack made a noise of confusion, cocking his eyebrow and tilting his head to the side.
“Your turn,” Jacoby said, his shit eating grin punctuated as he grabbed a hold of Zack’s hips and flipped them in one swift move so Zack was laying on his front, pinning Zack’s arms by his head.
“Wh- . . . what are you doing?!” Zack asked, panicking slightly but Jacoby’s hands smoothed down his back, calming him almost instantly.
“You’ll see, sexy,” Jacoby purred, a trail of burning hot licks and nips leading down to the crack of Zack’s ass, stopping to add to the anticipation. Zack ground his hips into the sheets, desperate for any kind of friction before his eyes shot open wide, entire body seized up, and a strangled moan inadvertently escaped his throat when he felt Jacoby’s tongue tease his hole.
Several strings of incoherent thoughts and obscenities shot out from Zack’s mouth, Jacoby burying his mouth and tongue deeper into Zack’s hole, moaning at the taste, flicking the tip around the tight ring of muscles before gently nipping at the pale flesh of one of the deliciously plump globes, all working together to turn Zack into a whimpering, writhing mess.
“J- . . . . Jacoby!” Zack struggled to get out, Jacoby knowing exactly what the cry meant. He reluctantly took his mouth away and stood up on his knees.
“Condom?” was his simple question, answered with a nod, Zack’s hand shooting over to the bedside table, removing a condom and a bottle of lube from the drawer with ease, as if it were a practiced task. Jacoby couldn’t help but notice. It was actually quite a turn on. Looks like his little play thing for the night was a slut.
“Thought you said you only let strangers in when you want them to fuck you, by the looks of it you’re used to being in this position,” Jacoby barked a sinister laugh, ripping open and rolling on the condom Zack gave him and slicking it up with the cool gel.
“Yeah, so . . . maybe I get a lot of hot strangers such as yours- OH HOLY FUCK!”
Jacoby pushed his way into Zack’s hole, head lolling foreword as he let himself be consumed by the tightness, coupled with the almost unbearably mind numbing heat.
“Ohhhh, shit, you feel SO good,” Jacoby gave his twisted compliment but was being the ‘perfect gentleman’, waiting for Zack to give the signal that it was alright to pound his ass to holy hell.
Zack got impatient very soon, pushing his hips back onto Jacoby’s, to which the dominant one quite willingly obliged. He began his rhythm, slow yet deep, searching for the spot he knew would drive any man wild. Zack continued to thrust back until his body once again froze, a scream ripping through his vocal cords, followed up with a series of whimpers and moans.
“Jesus, you’re louder than a two dollar whore!” Jacoby chuckled through his own moans at how Zack contracted around him, quickening his pace, “You want it hard?”
“Yeah . . . yeah . . . please . . . hard,” Zack panted, back arching much like a cat. Jacoby smirked, mentally dubbing Zack his sex kitten.
“Alright then . . . scream for me, baby!” Jacoby commanded as his pace turned brutal, fast and deep, pounding into Zack’s spot over and over, right hand reaching around to jerk Zack off in uncoordinated movements, losing himself to mental aid of all of Zack’s noises. The boy was a whore and he loved it.
“God, I’m gonna . . . oh fuck, Jacoby!” Zack cried out loudly, hot come spilling over Jacoby’s hand and the bed sheets, some even shooting onto his chest. Jacoby could have sworn he’d stumbled into heaven somehow as Zack’s ass clenched almost too tight, ripping the orgasm right from his stomach, spilling himself into Zack’s hole, continuing with shallow thrusts just to tease Zack, licking his lips at the whimpers escaping from those pierced lips. He pulled out and fell onto the bed next to the stranger-turned-lover.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Zack sighed, trying to catch his breath while cleaning himself up with his discarded tanktop.
“You’re tellin’ me,” Jacoby laughed as he got up and pulled on his jeans and boxers, fastening the belt, “if I’d known such a hot piece of ass lived nearby I would have been over here sooner!”
“I’m glad you came by, come back any time” Zack smirked, buttoning up those oh-so-teasingly tight jeans as he walked Jacoby to the door, opening it, where the blue eyed man pulled his t-shirt back on and threw his leather jacket over his shoulders, pushing his arms through the sleeves.
“Might have to take you up on that offer sometime . . . it was fun,” Jacoby popped the collar of his leather jacket, spiked hair being gently tussled by the breeze, giving Zack a smirk of his own, one fit for Satan himself, “and really, I couldn’t go through the night without doing a little trick or treating of my own.”