Page 81 of The King of Halloween
Here it comes.
Raj flipped around in Adam’s lap. He let go of the man, bracing for the“This has been fun, but I’ve got a long day tomorrow. Maybe we can hook up some other time.”The warm body against his slipped away. For a second, Adam almost reached for him, as if he were afraid of letting go.
Of being alone.
As if a monster had any state other than soul-rotting loneliness.
The movie clicked off, and Adam looked up. His head pounded, and he struggled to see through the dark light. Raj pressed his palm on top of Adam’s chest, just over his heart, and asked, “One more?”
Smiling like an idiot, Adam caught the VHS tape.He started to pull it free in order to switch the movie. “Sounds—?”
Raj swept up his body and kissed him.
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THE STEADY HEARTBEAT behind him, the heat of the body cushioning his, and the scent of mischief and masculinity kept trying to pull Raj down into a heavy sleep. He’d never seen the flick he picked at random, but it was hard to focus. There was something about a genie in a monkey that made a toy store turn evil. Also, Merlin was there.
He shouldn’t be imposing on Adam like this. No doubt he had a long day ahead of him with both his store and Halloween duties that seemed to never end.
An idea struck Raj of the two of them come November first—in little more than their underwear—camped under blankets, recuperating from Halloween. The only exertion allowed was for sex and ordering DoorDash. It sounded perfect. Just being together, breathing in the calm after the storm, and finding peace in each other’s arms.
But that would be too selfish of Raj to ask for. He was drowning in debt, the leak growing with every day. And if he reached out to Adam, he’d pull the man under with him.
“Oh, you’ll like this next bit.” Adam jostled him into an awake and focused state.
One of the rocking horses that’d eaten a man whole started to whinny. Its puppet mouth opened on two rows of terrifyingly human teeth flecked with blood. Just as it rocked back and forth, advancing on the heroes, a rocket shot in from the side. Raj expected a flash of white, but the shot lingered, and the whole puppet exploded. Meat and strings splattered into the walls and the camera in gory detail that they’d never be able to do today.
“Wow. Did they use…? Yes, that’s spray insulation foam to make the intestines. Mix some epoxy with red dye, and you can really make them gleam.” The silence caused Raj to turn and find Adam smiling at him with a strange amount of pride.
“You’re just so dorky.”
Oh.
“I love it. The way you light up while talking about this stuff. It’s…well, frankly, it makes me want to throw your ankles over my shoulders.”
“Really?” Raj squeaked. His previous lovers would put up with his diatribes on old VFX, but they’d never like him for it.
Adam bent lower, his teeth brushing against Raj’s ear. He swept his palm under the blanket and gripped onto Raj’s thigh. Kneading the muscle and spreading it farther apart, Adam whispered, “The couch can vibrate.”
“That so?” Raj countered, tossing his head back against Adam’s patient chest. He kept teasing Raj’s one thigh, grinding Raj’s ass back onto his lap to show off the rising main event. With his other palm, Adam traced down Raj’s chest. He had to hear the rising drums of his heart, but kept trailing down.
“Tell me more about fake intestines.” Adam nuzzled his neck, then strained his fingers down the middle of Raj’s body.
“Well, if it’s a static shot, then there’s no need to worry about rubberiness. Intestines need to have the texture of a tentacle, and be just as wet, so… Oh!”
That wayward palm slipped straight down Raj’s tenting erection under his waistband. One by one, Adam circled his fingers around Raj’s cock. Cupping below his balls, Adam whispered, “And…?”
It got very hard to think as Adam began to tug on Raj’s skin. “There’s, you want to use… Holy hell.”
Teeth nibbled on Raj’s ear. “Use what?” Adam whispered. He pried Raj’s thigh farther apart, causing Raj to slide until his ass nestled right on top of Adam’s throbbing bulge. The teasing fingers slipped off Raj’s cock, and he was able to think just as Adam undid the button on his pants.
The zipper gave way, his cock springing for fresh air. A chill zapped through him before the heat of Adam’s palm cupped against his shaft. “Latex!” Raj shouted.
With that, the teasing hand let go. “If you insist.” He started to reach back, but impatience took hold of Raj.
“No!” Raj grabbed Adam’s hand and returned it to his cock. “That’s what they use to make realistic intestines. Latex. Oh, fuck, yes!”
