Costumes

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“Oh my God! Jordan, you gotta see this.”

Jordan chuckled to himself, smiling broadly. Still so impulsive. One of the things he loved the most about his boyfriend. He lowered his lashes, thinking of Bennie’s creativity in bed that morning. It took all his willpower not to moan as he thought of Bennie’s lips on his body, hot mouth sliding over his dick…

“Jordan!”

Jordan glanced one more time at the stained glass window set high in the oak door facing him. Such an odd door. Placed in the middle of the west wall of the attic, it led nowhere as far as he could tell. He tried the handle again. Locked. But unless there was a balcony he hadn’t noticed from the outside of the house, one would step right into space

The thought unsettled him, though he couldn’t say why, exactly. He turned, peering across the room through the dust motes dancing in the air, and sucked in a breath as his dread increased. Sunlight streamed through the tinted glass of the octagonal window behind him, splashing a rainbow of color over Bennie’s face: yellow, green, blue, with a slash of blood red across his tender throat. Jordan drew a shaky breath. “What is it, hon?”

Bennie waved him over, and the movement caused the red to center on his heart. “Come see what’s in this trunk! Our old Halloween costumes.”

Jordan swallowed the panic tightening his throat and shook off the irrational fear. It was merely the light playing tricks. He’d been reading too many horror stories. Just because Bennie’s aunt had died in the house…He didn’t believe in ghosts. No fucking way. Still, he hurried to Bennie’s side and slipped an arm around his waist.

“Which ones?” he asked, looking down into the musty trunk.

“All of them, as far as I can tell.” Bennie started pulling out wigs and hats and scarves, a pirate shirt and werewolf mask. “Remember this one?” he asked, and giggled as he held up a pink tutu.

“Oh God, yes. I thought your father was going to have a seizure. We were what, ten?” Jordan rubbed the frilly skirt between his fingers. He’d grown up in the house next to the Ramsey family, and he and Bennie were as close as brothers. Closer, when at fourteen they discovered it was more fun to sleep in the same bed than separate.

Bennie flashed him a look, light blue eyes dancing with mischief. Jordan’s heartbeat quickened. Bennie’s hair fell in reddish blond ringlets around his impish face. A few freckles brushed his cheeks and Jordan bent his head and licked them. He’d teased Bennie as a child that he’d wash them away one day with his tongue. One night in Jordan’s room, Bennie had shown him where his other freckles were. Now Jordan could never taste these ones without wanting the others.

Bennie quirked a brow. “Think it will still fit me?”

Jordan’s hungry gaze traveled the slender body of his lover. “You’ve filled out some,” he murmured, purposefully lingering on the provocative bulge in Bennie’s snug jeans.

Pretty color tinged Bennie’s cheeks. “Let’s find out,” he invited and pulled his tee shirt over his head. He wiggled out of his jeans and Jordan chuckled as he tied the tutu around his hips.

“Your underwear’s showing,” he pointed out.

Bennie looked at the blue cotton peeking from under the edge of the pink fluff. “Easily fixed,” he declared, and Jordan almost choked when he slipped off the boxers. Bennie had grown in the past nine years and the tutu stopped shy of covering his balls.

“Fuck,” Jordan whispered, his dick instantly hard. He reached to cup Bennie’s luscious sac, but Bennie skipped out of reach, laughing over his shoulder as he fled across the room. He did several surprisingly good pirouettes along the way, and Jordan made a strangled noise in his throat and started after him at the flash of his delicious ass. Bennie struck a casual pose against an old dresser, leaning on a hip, but nibbled his lips, a sure sign he was as aroused as Jordan.

When he reached him, Jordan gripped the back of Bennie’s head to hold him in place and plundered his mouth, sucking the sweetness off his tongue. Bennie thrust his hips and Jordan lowered his hands to grip his firm ass and lift him onto the dresser. He laughed, seeing Bennie’s swollen cock tangled in the layers of tulle.

“This is a problem,” he murmured, and kneaded Bennie’s balls, loving his groan. He leaned down and gently bit Bennie’s dick, savoring his helpless gasps as he continued nibbling up to the tip.

A sudden crash on the floor made Bennie yelp, and Jordan jumped back as the discordant notes of an old song filled the air.