Page 82 of The King of Halloween
Adam slipped his thumb up the frenulum, then circled it over the slit in Raj’s cock. A warm wetness trailed after his finger, and Raj looked down. Pearls of pre-cum dripped free. Adam used every drop on him.
“Tell me more.” Adam locked an arm around Raj, pulling him back against him. He nibbled on Raj’s ear while pumping his shaft with a hard fist. The tight fit caused Raj to whimper, and Adam reached under his balls.
“Squibs,” Raj cried out the second a thumb massaged his taint. “People don’t use squibs anymore. It’s all fake.”
“Fascinating.” Adam’s moans punctuated the roll of his hips. He kept thrusting against Raj’s ass while pinning him back. Raj was at a precarious angle. If Adam let go, he’d flop to the floor. But Adam would never. He was too busy jerking him off.
More. He needed more. Anything. Raj tried to think about his intern days. What he’d learned, or read about after. But the second a fact bobbed up, Adam would clench his hand tighter, then tug back on Raj’s crown.Don’t think about the hand around your cock. Or the other arm trapping you against him. Or the cock that made you see stars jerking against your ass, and how all you have to do is pull your pants down to fall into the sky again.
A scream kept him from erupting all over Adam’s fist. The found family in the movie was fighting off the murderous giant teddy bear with a golf club and a bat. The girl swung, but as this was from the eighties, it was little more than a love tap. The bear swatted at her and, in the edit, deep gouges appeared across her needlessly exposed stomach. No CG, no dots, no motion capture. Just good old-fashioned latex appliances and makeup.
“I wanted to know how,” Raj said.
“Hmm?” Adam slowed and started to tease the tips of his fingers up Raj’s pulsing and about-to-blow cock.
“It’s… It’s why. Why I got into horror. I n-n-needed to know how they did it. How they made a dinosaur. How they could get a hobby horse to explode into squelching guts. I need…”
“Yes?” Adam swerved the tip of his finger over Raj’s tip, shattering his failsafes into a rain of glass.
“I need to come. Please. Please let me…”
“Oh, there’s no need to beg, my sweet.”
The hard clamp to his cock was relief from the torture of going without. Adam worked his hand up and down Raj’s staff. He grazed his teeth on Raj’s neck, then breathed in his ear. “Not until I tell you to.”
“Yes! Yes! I’m…” A series of random vowels erupted from Raj’s lips. He bucked his hips up, meeting Adam’s fist. It stuck his cock clear out of the fist as he sprayed thick semen up his own chest. The climax wrecked him, shuddering his whole body.
All the while, Adam kept stroking his balls and holding him tight while whispering in his ear, “Good boy.”
Raj’s muscles turned to jelly, and the meager force that’d kept him on the couch gave out. It was Adam who had to let go of the still-dribbling cock in order to catch and help him up. As he did, the cum dripped down Raj’s chest and around his stomach. Adam drew his finger to catch as much as possible.
It dribbled across the whole side of his hand. Staring Raj in the eye, Adam sucked on his finger, then licked off every inch of Raj. “Sweet,” he moaned, but Raj’s brain was sparking with too much fire to understand if Adam meant the semen or him. Maybe both?
Still panting, Raj tried to reach over and touch Adam on his hip without either sinking into the couch or falling off. It was a challenge. At least Adam was willing to meet him halfway.
“What about you?” Raj asked.
“Oh, I think you know what I want.” Adam curved his palm over one of Raj’s asscheeks, then his eyes flashed with a warning for him to hold on for dear life.
Thunder pounded through Raj’s veins. It wasn’t nerves—not entirely nerves—but a throbbing need to feel Adam inside of him. To watch him come as he had in the electric chair. “Horror.” Raj put all his weight on one palm and toyed with Adam’s buttons using the other. As he worked past the third button, he asked, “Did you get into it because of your dad’s shop?”
A hand grabbed Raj’s wrist. Surprised, he looked up to find Adam pale, his eyes staring a mile down the road.
“No,” he whispered. Adam drew his fingers up the back of Raj’s and planted Raj’s palm to his warm and naked chest. “I spent so much of my life being wrong. Built differently than anyone else. Grown men feared me. Women turned their children away. I knew I was a monster.”
Adam’s stricken gaze flickered to the screen. “Then I found them. Monsters, like me. Chased from their homes. Denied love. Told that they’re wrong and don’t belong with people. Sometimes, I’d stop the movie before the mob got their torches and pitchforks. When the monster had enacted his due revenge. Live in that moment, share it for a minute. Accept that if they already feared me, I should give them something to be afraid of.”
Wow.
A heavy breath shook Adam’s willowy chest below Raj’s hand. He nearly shifted away, but Adam held him tighter. His mile-long stare winnowed back down to focus only on Raj. Those shockingly silver eyes flickered from the TV screen.
Adam swung an arm around the back of Raj’s head. He pulled him close until Raj sat in his lap. Tears hung in Adam’s eyes, but his lips hardened into a smile. “They want us to be monsters. So let’s be monsters…together.”
They kissed, falling into one another without a care for the mob, for what was decent, or holy, or the stains on the leather couch. Their naked bodies bathed in the light of Frankenstein’s revenge.
?
First, there was the scent of brown butter. Then, the crackle of something landing in said butter. Raj popped open an eye, certain he was dreaming, and found himself swaddled in all of the blankets on a massive king bed.
