QAF Fic: "Tricks, Treats and Tops," NC-17
Okay, so last month when joesther was here, we were in Woody's with sandstorm63 and wildsweetcool and the subject of holiday fic came up, and we all agreed Halloween fic was in order. Then on Monday I got a Halloween card from vegas_diva who is officially the only person who has ever sent me Halloween cards. So fun! I love mail. (Yes, I'm sad.) She said she wanted Halloween fic, so here it is, darling! As always, feedback will be drooled over greatly appreciated.
As Brian closed the loft door behind him, he heard the sound of excited giggles coming from the bedroom. He dumped his briefcase and coat on one of the bar stools and braced himself as he crossed the wooden floor. He hoped Justin wasn’t letting Gus play near the Armani.
“Hey, Sonny Boy,” Brian said, as he reached the top of the stairs. He stopped dead in his tracks. “What the....”
“Daddy!” Gus started to run towards him, but Justin quickly grabbed him.
“No, Gus, you can’t hug Daddy with paint all over your face. He wouldn’t like that.”
Gus looked so disappointed, and Brian crouched down in front of him. “Come here.” Gus happily lunged into his arms and Brian squeezed him as tightly as he could with Gus’ bulky costume in the way, inwardly cringing at the thought of yellow greasepaint on the shoulder of his new shirt. Oh well. He could always buy another.
“Do you know who I am, Daddy?” Gus did a pirouette and spread his arms out wide.
Brian surveyed the yellow wedge of foam that Gus was wearing, his arms and legs sticking out through holes and also clad in yellow. “You’re...” He looked up to see Justin smirking at him, arms crossed over his chest and eyebrows raised. “You’re a block of cheese?”
As Gus’ face fell, Justin rolled his eyes and mouthed something about pants. Pants? What the hell kind of pants.... “Oh, you’re the sponge!” Gus bounced up and down and clapped his hands gleefully. “Right, you’re Bill.”
“Bob! Spongebob Squarepants!” Gus shouted.
“Right, Bob. I was just testing you, Sonny Boy. You passed.” Brian kissed the top of Gus’ head and stood up, his knees creaking as he did. Christ, he was getting old.
“You never were good with names,” Justin said, a coy smile on his face.
Brian couldn’t help but laugh, and kissed Justin lightly. “When did Mel drop him off?”
“About an hour ago. Jenny was just screeching the whole time, her colic is really bad. Poor Mel.”
“Well, if anyone deserves it-”
“Brian. Come on.”
Brian relented and smiled. “All right. I’ll be good.” With Lindsay away at a gallery tour in New York, Brian had somehow agreed to take Gus out trick-or-treating. He figured this was probably the first sign of dementia.
“I got costumes for us, too,” Justin said, as he steered Gus back to the bathroom and got down on his knees to continue smearing yellow make-up on Gus’ neck.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
Brian sighed heavily. “And having known me for over four years, what in god’s name would make you think that I would ever don a costume of any kind?”
“You wore a mask at....” Justin trailed off and Brian could see the blush creeping up his neck. They never talked about it, but Brian knew that Justin still felt guilty about the whole Ian incident. Even though he shouldn’t. Brian reached down and ran his fingers through Justin’s hair, and after a few moments, Justin relaxed beneath his touch.
“Well, I think all that sun in California must have bleached your brain, because I don’t do dress-up,” Brian said, lightly.
Justin smiled. “Brian, Halloween is a High, Holy Day for our people. What kind of queer are you?”
“The kind that doesn’t dress up. Ever. For anyone.”
****
Justin tried to stifle a grin as yet another suburban mother gave Brian the once over in his form-fitting costume. The woman ohhhed and ahhhed over Gus before dropping some candy in his sack, and then they were on their way, Gus waddling ahead of them in his foam creation.
“Your costume is quite a hit with the moms,” Justin said.
Brian glared at him briefly and then said, “Well, I am unspeakably good looking. I could be wearing a potato sack and I’d still have swooning men and women in my wake.”
Justin nodded with faux sincerity. “It’s very true.”
“Don’t push it.” Brian strode up to the next door with Gus and Justin admired his ass. He did look extremely hot in the Han Solo outfit that Justin had picked up. The gun belt slung around his hips was the perfect touch, and the black vest over white shirt was a good combination for Brian. Not to mention the tight black pants.
Justin adjusted the white tunic he wore over beige pants and boots. His lightsaber hung from a belt around his waist, and he played with it idly while Gus picked up yet another chocolate bar. He was going to be bouncing off the walls for weeks at this rate.
They continued down the street, sidestepping a motley crew of ghosts, witches and various superheroes. Harried parents trailed after their kids, and for a moment Justin wondered what it would be like to have his own. He looked at Gus and Brian laughing and thought that one day, it might be pretty cool. Then he remembered Jenny screaming endlessly and thought maybe not.
“Next year we’ll have to go as Rage and J.T.,” Justin said, poking Brian in the ribs playfully.
“Only if I get to fuck you in front of all the housewives,” Brian whispered in Justin’s ear.
Justin grinned. “Goes without saying.”
When they arrived at the house a couple of hours later, Gus was exhausted, but happy. Mel had apparently got Jenny to sleep finally, and was asleep herself until Gus jumped on her to show her all his candy. She put on a big smile and let Gus dump his loot on the living room floor so she could check it all before he ate any.
Brian and Justin sat cross-legged on the floor and helped go through the assortment of chocolate bars, chips and candies.
“So, Han Solo and Luke Skywalker, eh?” Mel smiled.
“The love that dare not speak its name,” Justin said.
“I always had my suspicions about Yoda and Luke. All those hot steamy nights in Yoda’s little hut.” Brian raised his eyebrow suggestively.
Mel smirked. “I never figured you for a furrie, Brian.”
Brian opened his mouth to say something that was most likely not too flattering, but was interrupted when Gus started giving out candy to them. He stood in front of Justin with a chocolate bar in each outstretched hand.
“Say it,” he commanded.
“Please?” Justin tried.
Gus sighed in exasperation. “Noooo, say it!”
Justin looked to Mel and Brian, but they seemed just as confused. “Um, pretty please?” Gus looked at him like he was the stupidest person on earth, and finally it occurred to Justin to say, “Trick or treat?”
Gus giggled and said, “Treat!” as he handed Justin the chocolate bars. The whole routine was repeated several times with all three of them, until Jenny woke up squalling. Brian and Justin got Gus ready for bed, which included scrubbing the yellow make-up from his face, a procedure that turned out to be more trouble than Justin could have imagined.
But finally, Gus was tucked into bed and they headed back to the loft. As they passed Liberty Ave., they looked at each other.
“Woody’s?” Brian asked.
“If you really want to. I’m kinda beat, to be honest.”
“Well, if you’re too tired….”
Justin knew damn well that Brian was just as tired as he was, but he didn’t say anything. Running after a four-year-old was exhausting.
Back in the loft, Brian threw their little bag of Gus’ proffered candy down on the table. “Jesus, how is one little person that tiring?”
“I have no idea, Captain Solo.” Justin locked the door behind him and sighed.
“I think I may have to rethink this idea of spending more time with Gus. He’s going to age me prematurely,” Brian said, as he picked through the chocolate bars on the table.
“You don’t mean that.”
“Yes I do. I think I can feel a grey hair sprouting as we speak.”
Justin wound his arm around Brian’s waist from behind and kissed his cheek as he ran his other hand through Brian’s hair. “I don’t see any so far, but I’ll check again in the morning, old man.”
“You’re all heart.”
Justin popped a piece of chocolate in his mouth and rubbed Brian’s shoulders slowly. He looked down at Brian’s ass in the Han Solo pants and suddenly started to feel his second wind coming on. Amazing what sugar and tight pants could do.
Justin cleared his throat. “You want me to fuck you.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement.
Brian laughed and looked over his shoulder. “Excuse me?”
Justin peered at him intensely. “You want my cock in your ass.”
Brian shook his head and went back to poking around the candy. “Your Jedi mind tricks need work.”
Justin’s hand snaked around and cupped Brian through his pants. “Yet you’re getting hard just thinking about it.” He rubbed Brian’s growing erection lightly. The mood had changed within seconds, and Justin was still amazed sometimes at how quickly they could turn each other on.
Brian said nothing, but didn’t stay Justin’s hand.
“You know you want it,” Justin whispered as he kissed Brian’s neck, his other hand moving up to caress his chest. Brian still didn’t respond, but didn’t argue when Justin removed his vest and shirt. Justin lifted his own shirt off and pressed against Brian’s back.
He undid Brian’s pants and pulled them down over his hips, letting Brian’s cock spring free. Rubbing him leisurely, he cupped Brian’s balls and sucked on his neck, just above his collar bone, which had healed nicely. After a minute of slow exploration, Brian leaned over the table, spreading his outstretched arms before him. He still said nothing, but it was all the invitation Justin needed.
He sank to his knees and pulled Brian’s pants down a bit further. The gun belt still held them low on his hips, but Justin left it on and yanked the material down past Brian’s hole. He licked it with a long stroke. After the thousands of times they’d had sex, he knew that the best way to get his cock in Brian’s ass was to put his tongue there first.
Justin began thrusting his tongue in and out in a steady rhythm, spreading Brian’s ass apart with his hands. Brian began to breathe heavily and push back against Justin’s tongue. Justin loved rimming Brian, and he never did it for anyone else. He licked his way back up Brian’s body, moving along his spine with a smooth motion, savouring the tangy taste of his skin.
He reached into the shallow pocket of his costume, thankful that he’d put a condom and packet of lube there just in case. He’d learned long ago that it was better to be prepared when Brian was dressed in a hot outfit. Which was pretty much every day.
He undid his pants quickly and rolled the condom on. The lube package was slippery in his fingers and it went flying onto the table in front of them, landing with a plunk in the middle of the Reese’s cups and Lifesavers. Brian shot him an impatient look and stood up straight for a second while he ripped open the lube. He reached around and squeezed it into Justin’s hand and then resumed his position leaning over the table.
Justin smiled to himself and worked the lube into Brian’s ass, sliding in slowly and groaning with pleasure. He exhaled a long breath, staying still inside him. Brian rolled his head back onto Justin’s shoulder, eyes closed, and Justin nipped at the exposed length of his throat.
He started moving with shallow thrusts, taking long, deep breaths. Brian was so hot around him, and Justin felt like shouting with joy. It was always like this when he topped Brian - almost unbearably hot and tight and possibly the best sensation on earth. Second only to the feeling of Brian inside him.
He thrusted faster, gripping Brian’s hips with his hands. Brian panted softly, but it was the only sound he made. He was never noisy when Justin topped him, and Justin secretly vowed to make him squeal like a pig one day.
Brian let him do it every so often, and Justin knew that he loved it just as much as he did. He grabbed Brian’s shoulder and rammed into him harder, grunting with exertion. As his balls started to tighten, he reached around to jerk Brian’s straining cock. He pumped into him three more times and Brian came with a strangled moan.
As Justin felt Brian’s ass clamp down around him, he shuddered, and a moment later was coming hard, stars in his eyes and blood rushing in his ears. He collapsed onto Brian’s back, pressing him into the tabletop. He kissed his shoulder. “Amazing.”
“Well, you’ve gotten pretty skilled with your lightsaber, young Jedi.”
Justin couldn't help but beam at the compliment. “I did learn from the master,” he said, his fingers idly running down Brian’s side.
“True. Now get off, because the master has a Snickers bar in his ear.”
Laughing, Justin stood up and slid out of him gently. They both got cleaned up and changed into track pants before flopping down on the couch. Justin had remembered to grab the candy and they both helped themselves to more.
As Brian flicked through endless channels he groused, “I’m going to have to do an extra hour on the treadmill to burn off all this Halloween crap.”
“I already gave you a workout,” Justin said as he unwrapped a Baby Ruth.
Brian snorted. “Yeah, well-” He sat up a bit straighter and put the remote down. “A Nightmare on Elm Street is on. Haven’t seen this for years.”
“I’ve never seen it,” Justin said, swallowing a mouthful of chocolate.
Brian looked at him with disgust. “What do you mean you’ve never seen it?”
“I mean I’ve never seen it. It’s totally old and besides, I got way too scared watching horror movies when I was a kid, so I never did.” At Brian’s second look of disgust, he shrugged and laughed. “I know, I know, I was a little faggot. What can I say?”
“Well, you’re a big boy now.” Brian got up and flicked the lights off, returning with two beers.
Soon, Justin was yelling at the TV and clutching Brian's thigh. “She just told you not to fall asleep! You’re lucky you’re hot, Johnny Depp, because you’re an idiot!” He covered his face with his hand and peeped out through his fingers.
By the time they went to bed a couple of hours later, Justin was jumping at every noise and cursing Brian for making him watch the movie. He curled up on his side and was almost asleep when he heard a creak from the living room. His heart hammered in his chest and he held his breath, eyes wide open.
A moment later, Brian’s arms enveloped him and he pressed up behind Justin closely. “Go to sleep. The bogeyman’s too busy to visit tonight.”
Justin exhaled slowly and relaxed into his arms as Brian pressed a soft kiss to his neck. As he drifted off to sleep to the sounds of Brian’s quiet snores, he swore he was never watching another horror movie again.
The next night when Brian brought home The Shining and The Ring, Justin decided to switch his designer shampoo with grey hair dye.
As Brian closed the loft door behind him, he heard the sound of excited giggles coming from the bedroom. He dumped his briefcase and coat on one of the bar stools and braced himself as he crossed the wooden floor. He hoped Justin wasn’t letting Gus play near the Armani.
“Hey, Sonny Boy,” Brian said, as he reached the top of the stairs. He stopped dead in his tracks. “What the....”
“Daddy!” Gus started to run towards him, but Justin quickly grabbed him.
“No, Gus, you can’t hug Daddy with paint all over your face. He wouldn’t like that.”
Gus looked so disappointed, and Brian crouched down in front of him. “Come here.” Gus happily lunged into his arms and Brian squeezed him as tightly as he could with Gus’ bulky costume in the way, inwardly cringing at the thought of yellow greasepaint on the shoulder of his new shirt. Oh well. He could always buy another.
“Do you know who I am, Daddy?” Gus did a pirouette and spread his arms out wide.
Brian surveyed the yellow wedge of foam that Gus was wearing, his arms and legs sticking out through holes and also clad in yellow. “You’re...” He looked up to see Justin smirking at him, arms crossed over his chest and eyebrows raised. “You’re a block of cheese?”
As Gus’ face fell, Justin rolled his eyes and mouthed something about pants. Pants? What the hell kind of pants.... “Oh, you’re the sponge!” Gus bounced up and down and clapped his hands gleefully. “Right, you’re Bill.”
“Bob! Spongebob Squarepants!” Gus shouted.
“Right, Bob. I was just testing you, Sonny Boy. You passed.” Brian kissed the top of Gus’ head and stood up, his knees creaking as he did. Christ, he was getting old.
“You never were good with names,” Justin said, a coy smile on his face.
Brian couldn’t help but laugh, and kissed Justin lightly. “When did Mel drop him off?”
“About an hour ago. Jenny was just screeching the whole time, her colic is really bad. Poor Mel.”
“Well, if anyone deserves it-”
“Brian. Come on.”
Brian relented and smiled. “All right. I’ll be good.” With Lindsay away at a gallery tour in New York, Brian had somehow agreed to take Gus out trick-or-treating. He figured this was probably the first sign of dementia.
“I got costumes for us, too,” Justin said, as he steered Gus back to the bathroom and got down on his knees to continue smearing yellow make-up on Gus’ neck.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
Brian sighed heavily. “And having known me for over four years, what in god’s name would make you think that I would ever don a costume of any kind?”
“You wore a mask at....” Justin trailed off and Brian could see the blush creeping up his neck. They never talked about it, but Brian knew that Justin still felt guilty about the whole Ian incident. Even though he shouldn’t. Brian reached down and ran his fingers through Justin’s hair, and after a few moments, Justin relaxed beneath his touch.
“Well, I think all that sun in California must have bleached your brain, because I don’t do dress-up,” Brian said, lightly.
Justin smiled. “Brian, Halloween is a High, Holy Day for our people. What kind of queer are you?”
“The kind that doesn’t dress up. Ever. For anyone.”
****
Justin tried to stifle a grin as yet another suburban mother gave Brian the once over in his form-fitting costume. The woman ohhhed and ahhhed over Gus before dropping some candy in his sack, and then they were on their way, Gus waddling ahead of them in his foam creation.
“Your costume is quite a hit with the moms,” Justin said.
Brian glared at him briefly and then said, “Well, I am unspeakably good looking. I could be wearing a potato sack and I’d still have swooning men and women in my wake.”
Justin nodded with faux sincerity. “It’s very true.”
“Don’t push it.” Brian strode up to the next door with Gus and Justin admired his ass. He did look extremely hot in the Han Solo outfit that Justin had picked up. The gun belt slung around his hips was the perfect touch, and the black vest over white shirt was a good combination for Brian. Not to mention the tight black pants.
Justin adjusted the white tunic he wore over beige pants and boots. His lightsaber hung from a belt around his waist, and he played with it idly while Gus picked up yet another chocolate bar. He was going to be bouncing off the walls for weeks at this rate.
They continued down the street, sidestepping a motley crew of ghosts, witches and various superheroes. Harried parents trailed after their kids, and for a moment Justin wondered what it would be like to have his own. He looked at Gus and Brian laughing and thought that one day, it might be pretty cool. Then he remembered Jenny screaming endlessly and thought maybe not.
“Next year we’ll have to go as Rage and J.T.,” Justin said, poking Brian in the ribs playfully.
“Only if I get to fuck you in front of all the housewives,” Brian whispered in Justin’s ear.
Justin grinned. “Goes without saying.”
When they arrived at the house a couple of hours later, Gus was exhausted, but happy. Mel had apparently got Jenny to sleep finally, and was asleep herself until Gus jumped on her to show her all his candy. She put on a big smile and let Gus dump his loot on the living room floor so she could check it all before he ate any.
Brian and Justin sat cross-legged on the floor and helped go through the assortment of chocolate bars, chips and candies.
“So, Han Solo and Luke Skywalker, eh?” Mel smiled.
“The love that dare not speak its name,” Justin said.
“I always had my suspicions about Yoda and Luke. All those hot steamy nights in Yoda’s little hut.” Brian raised his eyebrow suggestively.
Mel smirked. “I never figured you for a furrie, Brian.”
Brian opened his mouth to say something that was most likely not too flattering, but was interrupted when Gus started giving out candy to them. He stood in front of Justin with a chocolate bar in each outstretched hand.
“Say it,” he commanded.
“Please?” Justin tried.
Gus sighed in exasperation. “Noooo, say it!”
Justin looked to Mel and Brian, but they seemed just as confused. “Um, pretty please?” Gus looked at him like he was the stupidest person on earth, and finally it occurred to Justin to say, “Trick or treat?”
Gus giggled and said, “Treat!” as he handed Justin the chocolate bars. The whole routine was repeated several times with all three of them, until Jenny woke up squalling. Brian and Justin got Gus ready for bed, which included scrubbing the yellow make-up from his face, a procedure that turned out to be more trouble than Justin could have imagined.
But finally, Gus was tucked into bed and they headed back to the loft. As they passed Liberty Ave., they looked at each other.
“Woody’s?” Brian asked.
“If you really want to. I’m kinda beat, to be honest.”
“Well, if you’re too tired….”
Justin knew damn well that Brian was just as tired as he was, but he didn’t say anything. Running after a four-year-old was exhausting.
Back in the loft, Brian threw their little bag of Gus’ proffered candy down on the table. “Jesus, how is one little person that tiring?”
“I have no idea, Captain Solo.” Justin locked the door behind him and sighed.
“I think I may have to rethink this idea of spending more time with Gus. He’s going to age me prematurely,” Brian said, as he picked through the chocolate bars on the table.
“You don’t mean that.”
“Yes I do. I think I can feel a grey hair sprouting as we speak.”
Justin wound his arm around Brian’s waist from behind and kissed his cheek as he ran his other hand through Brian’s hair. “I don’t see any so far, but I’ll check again in the morning, old man.”
“You’re all heart.”
Justin popped a piece of chocolate in his mouth and rubbed Brian’s shoulders slowly. He looked down at Brian’s ass in the Han Solo pants and suddenly started to feel his second wind coming on. Amazing what sugar and tight pants could do.
Justin cleared his throat. “You want me to fuck you.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement.
Brian laughed and looked over his shoulder. “Excuse me?”
Justin peered at him intensely. “You want my cock in your ass.”
Brian shook his head and went back to poking around the candy. “Your Jedi mind tricks need work.”
Justin’s hand snaked around and cupped Brian through his pants. “Yet you’re getting hard just thinking about it.” He rubbed Brian’s growing erection lightly. The mood had changed within seconds, and Justin was still amazed sometimes at how quickly they could turn each other on.
Brian said nothing, but didn’t stay Justin’s hand.
“You know you want it,” Justin whispered as he kissed Brian’s neck, his other hand moving up to caress his chest. Brian still didn’t respond, but didn’t argue when Justin removed his vest and shirt. Justin lifted his own shirt off and pressed against Brian’s back.
He undid Brian’s pants and pulled them down over his hips, letting Brian’s cock spring free. Rubbing him leisurely, he cupped Brian’s balls and sucked on his neck, just above his collar bone, which had healed nicely. After a minute of slow exploration, Brian leaned over the table, spreading his outstretched arms before him. He still said nothing, but it was all the invitation Justin needed.
He sank to his knees and pulled Brian’s pants down a bit further. The gun belt still held them low on his hips, but Justin left it on and yanked the material down past Brian’s hole. He licked it with a long stroke. After the thousands of times they’d had sex, he knew that the best way to get his cock in Brian’s ass was to put his tongue there first.
Justin began thrusting his tongue in and out in a steady rhythm, spreading Brian’s ass apart with his hands. Brian began to breathe heavily and push back against Justin’s tongue. Justin loved rimming Brian, and he never did it for anyone else. He licked his way back up Brian’s body, moving along his spine with a smooth motion, savouring the tangy taste of his skin.
He reached into the shallow pocket of his costume, thankful that he’d put a condom and packet of lube there just in case. He’d learned long ago that it was better to be prepared when Brian was dressed in a hot outfit. Which was pretty much every day.
He undid his pants quickly and rolled the condom on. The lube package was slippery in his fingers and it went flying onto the table in front of them, landing with a plunk in the middle of the Reese’s cups and Lifesavers. Brian shot him an impatient look and stood up straight for a second while he ripped open the lube. He reached around and squeezed it into Justin’s hand and then resumed his position leaning over the table.
Justin smiled to himself and worked the lube into Brian’s ass, sliding in slowly and groaning with pleasure. He exhaled a long breath, staying still inside him. Brian rolled his head back onto Justin’s shoulder, eyes closed, and Justin nipped at the exposed length of his throat.
He started moving with shallow thrusts, taking long, deep breaths. Brian was so hot around him, and Justin felt like shouting with joy. It was always like this when he topped Brian - almost unbearably hot and tight and possibly the best sensation on earth. Second only to the feeling of Brian inside him.
He thrusted faster, gripping Brian’s hips with his hands. Brian panted softly, but it was the only sound he made. He was never noisy when Justin topped him, and Justin secretly vowed to make him squeal like a pig one day.
Brian let him do it every so often, and Justin knew that he loved it just as much as he did. He grabbed Brian’s shoulder and rammed into him harder, grunting with exertion. As his balls started to tighten, he reached around to jerk Brian’s straining cock. He pumped into him three more times and Brian came with a strangled moan.
As Justin felt Brian’s ass clamp down around him, he shuddered, and a moment later was coming hard, stars in his eyes and blood rushing in his ears. He collapsed onto Brian’s back, pressing him into the tabletop. He kissed his shoulder. “Amazing.”
“Well, you’ve gotten pretty skilled with your lightsaber, young Jedi.”
Justin couldn't help but beam at the compliment. “I did learn from the master,” he said, his fingers idly running down Brian’s side.
“True. Now get off, because the master has a Snickers bar in his ear.”
Laughing, Justin stood up and slid out of him gently. They both got cleaned up and changed into track pants before flopping down on the couch. Justin had remembered to grab the candy and they both helped themselves to more.
As Brian flicked through endless channels he groused, “I’m going to have to do an extra hour on the treadmill to burn off all this Halloween crap.”
“I already gave you a workout,” Justin said as he unwrapped a Baby Ruth.
Brian snorted. “Yeah, well-” He sat up a bit straighter and put the remote down. “A Nightmare on Elm Street is on. Haven’t seen this for years.”
“I’ve never seen it,” Justin said, swallowing a mouthful of chocolate.
Brian looked at him with disgust. “What do you mean you’ve never seen it?”
“I mean I’ve never seen it. It’s totally old and besides, I got way too scared watching horror movies when I was a kid, so I never did.” At Brian’s second look of disgust, he shrugged and laughed. “I know, I know, I was a little faggot. What can I say?”
“Well, you’re a big boy now.” Brian got up and flicked the lights off, returning with two beers.
Soon, Justin was yelling at the TV and clutching Brian's thigh. “She just told you not to fall asleep! You’re lucky you’re hot, Johnny Depp, because you’re an idiot!” He covered his face with his hand and peeped out through his fingers.
By the time they went to bed a couple of hours later, Justin was jumping at every noise and cursing Brian for making him watch the movie. He curled up on his side and was almost asleep when he heard a creak from the living room. His heart hammered in his chest and he held his breath, eyes wide open.
A moment later, Brian’s arms enveloped him and he pressed up behind Justin closely. “Go to sleep. The bogeyman’s too busy to visit tonight.”
Justin exhaled slowly and relaxed into his arms as Brian pressed a soft kiss to his neck. As he drifted off to sleep to the sounds of Brian’s quiet snores, he swore he was never watching another horror movie again.
The next night when Brian brought home The Shining and The Ring, Justin decided to switch his designer shampoo with grey hair dye.