Page 68 of The King of Halloween
“Oh, no. Your sleeve.” He dove for Adam, taking his hand, then tugging the shirt sleeve down. “It’s stained. Here you are dressed to…” Raj took in Adam, and he gulped. “…fuck, and I force you to do manual labor.”
How many men in tattered jeans and t-shirts had given him shit for leaving his shirts in the bathroom to steam? And here was a man falling apart because of a little grease?
“Believe me.” Adam undid the button on his suit jacket. He rounded harder on Raj while leering at him. After opening all three, he slipped his coat off, then reached for his sleeves. “This is how I dress for manual labor.”
Raj backed into the chickenwire fence with a shocked yelp, but he kept staring into Adam’s eyes. Adam finished rolling his sleeves to his elbows and slammed a palm right beside Raj’s head. His fingers plunged through the gaps in the wire as he leaned into Raj.
With his lips nearly skimming Raj’s crimson cheek, Adam said, “The hard, sweaty, go-all-night kind.”
Red hands enveloped his head, pulling Adam down into a kiss. The two fools in lust started to roll, denting the chicken wire with their bodies as they went. Adam ran his palm down Raj’s chest, fighting to get to the buttons, but they wouldn’t go. As Raj wound up on the outside, he shook his hair back, grabbed the front of his shirt, and tore it off.
“Velcro,” he panted, tossing the fake dickie aside before he plunged to Adam. Growing more devilish, Raj raked his nails down Adam’s chest. His lips parted, a groan rising from his balls about to expel into Raj’s mouth. Then an errant nail in the fence snagged on his pants, and Adam had to step away.
“I’m afraid this is not,” he said and took his time undoing each button while giving Raj the best eye fuck of his life. Adam took his time, enjoying the torture gnarling his demon’s face. One of the horns hung upside down after their passionate embrace. Plink, plink, each button gave way until…
“Oh my god, just finish already!”
“Are you sure you want it to end—? Whoa!”
Raj grabbed both ends of Adam’s shirt and hauled him close. As they kissed, Raj tore off the shirt, leaving Adam halfway exposed in the haunted house. A low moan rattled in Adam’s ear as Raj scooped his palm down the hard dents and flat terrains bearing little muscle. Every touch caused a guttural cry of pleasure. Raj’s moans bore a whiff of words, but most of it came out as “ohthisismyendplease.”
Rubbing his mouth up and down Raj’s neck, Adam didn’t care about the makeup staining his face. Every little gasp was worth it as he kissed, nuzzled, and nipped his way to finding Raj’s ‘holy’ spots. Round about when his tongue bit just behind Raj’s ear, the man slammed a hand to the back of Adam’s head and pinned him there.
The teddy bear became a grizzly with that touch. Every grunt and moan was fuel to his already raging fire. If Adam so much as glanced his trapped cock against Raj’s thigh, he’d swear his pants would catch on fire. God, he needed him. God, he wanted him.
God, he ached for him.
Adam reached to pull off the ringleader topcoat, missing whatever Raj was up to, until his waist jerked closer. Then the unmistakable pull of the zipper dunked his head under ice water.
“Wait.” Fuck, his first instinct to a man grabbing for his cock was to dance back.
“What?” Raj stared at him like he was about to either get very sad or very angry.
Adam tried to find a way to work sense into his brain. His nostrils flared, and all he could smell was that damn myrrh he’d licked off of Raj’s neck. Brushing his fingers over his lips, he sniffed deeper, and his dick grew three sizes.
“Is this room safe?” Adam asked, then winced. He’d blown him in a costume department where anyone could have wandered by.
“I don’t think anyone will walk in, but we could head back to my…place.” Raj looked like that was the last thing he wanted. And, frankly, it was Adam’s, too.
This is so stupid. Walk away. Just…right now. Walk down that road like a tin man with a lead pipe and forget any of this happened.
Forget the gorgeous, panting man, with dark eyes behind nerdy glasses, and hands that could crush my head.
Adam tore at his hair, hopefully coming off as crazy instead of a cocktease. He felt like a bit of both in the moment. “Here’s the thing, I…”
Have to get up early for a meeting.
Need to feed a cat, not mine, but a cat somewhere in the world.
“I…” Adam’s panicked pacing came to a stop. “I like you, maybe more than I should. But there’s something you should know before we…if we’re going to be more. Does that make sense?”
Raj winced, reeling in the convoluted mess of trauma and conflicted emotions that Adam slapped him with. “You’re not gonna tell me you’re a serial killer, right?”
“No.” Adam chuckled, though there had been a few brats he’d been tempted by in the past. “Look at me.” He drew a hand down his body as he raised his head like a blue-blooded Duke. “I’m posh. I dress like someone who makes problems disappear for royalty. A drama queen. Thinner than slender man with a love of fine colognes and expensive skin care.”
Raj blinked at him. “Is this supposed to be news?”
“I’m a twink.” He used to hate that label, but he came to embrace it in a way. At least it lets people know what to expect up front, right until the bedroom. “But I don’t like to be thrown around, humiliated, slapped, and tied up while someone tries to break my back.”
