Thor and The Computer Nerd - A Short Halloween Love Story

It's Halloween and Ethan is at the end of his rope, having to attend a costume party with his best friend, Rain, whom he has loved forever. Will a night of misunderstandings be the undoing of their long time friendship or is a night of costumed mischief just what the pair needs to realize their true feelings?

Copyright 2103 JC Wallace

 

 

 



Holy Shit.

Ethan tried to close his mouth, hoping drool wasn’t coursing down his chin, trying to stop staring, willing his cock to stand down, cease and desist. Damn. Damn. Damn. It wasn’t working. He turned away from the sight of his roommate, Rain. He didn’t know how much longer he could do this. How much longer could he handle living with the man of his wet dreams, the man who occupied his every waking thought and slept across the hall from him—in the nude.

“Shit. Is it that bad?” Rain asked, looking down at the barely there costume he wore.

Ahh, so much skin!

Ethan turned back around. Rain wasn’t built or muscle bound. No, he was miles of smooth, naturally hairless olive skin. And that Thor costume with its tiny red speedo, metal armbands and chest plate, topped off by the red cape, was nothing short of an erection waiting to happen. Shit. Everyone at the party was going to be all over Rain. Everyone except Ethan.

“It’s really cool. I’m just surprised by the choice,” Ethan said, trying to keep the lusty gravel out of his voice. Rain was a horror film fanatic and generally chose some evil entity to emulate. Last year, he went retro as Pinhead from Hellraiser. “That’s costume is definitely not from a horror film.”

He shrugged. “Just something different.” Rain grinned wide, his brown eyes sparkling. Recently, he’d dyed his brown hair blond, which set off the dark tone of his skin. “Hey, your costume rocks as well.”

Ethan snorted not bothering to answer. A computer nerd. A big leap but that’s what he got for waiting until the last minute.

“Let’s go.” Ethan practically groaned, while thinking let’s get this over with.

 

The costume party was in full swing when Ethan pulled into the parking lot of the warehouse. Their software company, SPEC Effects, which specialized in special effects, had rented the location for their Halloween extravaganza. This wasn’t just any old costume party. SPEC Effects had built a haunted house set, complete with high tech 3D special effects, inside of the massive structure. At SPEC, Ethan was part of the Research and Development Department, while Rain was head of the Marketing. Rain’s job was to meet with the film and TV execs who utilized their services. Ethan’s job was to sit in a small, cramped office all day and dream up the products for Rain and his posse to push. Very glamorous.

Loud rock music pulsed through the metal walls of the building and colored light flashed in the windows. Rain jumped up and down, rubbing his hands together in his excitement. His wide grin and twitchiness punctuated his excitement. “This is going to be awesome!”

Ethan smirked. He loved Rain’s constant state of excitement. “You’ve been through the haunted house how many times now?”

Rain seemed to ponder a number then shook his head. “A shit load of times, but it’s never the same. You spec tech guys are awesome. I would kill to be able to do half the shit you do.”

They did do some cool shit like the haunted house, which had been open to the public for over a month. Entrance fees had raised over fifty-thousand dollars earmarked for donation to local charities. Tonight, however, was by special invite-only. Ethan had yet to enter the haunted house when it was operational, even though he’d supervised setting up some of the special effects. Ethan was pretty sure Rain had been through the haunted house every day for the last month. Employees got in for free.

Ethan followed Rain, and luckily, Rain’s cape covered his tight ass in those red speedos. Once inside, Rain would disappear, schmoozing execs and flirting with both girls and the guys (because he was bi). Ethan was full-on gay. Despite Rain being bi, he’d never hinted at any interest in Ethan other than their friendship. Best friends since college, they were now closing in on thirty and still living the bachelor life together. They made good money and could have afforded to live separately, but Ethan wanted to be with Rain, even if it was in a platonic relationship. Ethan figured Rain was waiting to meet someone before he moved out. That thought squeezed tight around Ethan’s heart and flooded him with panic. He’d never survive.

The minute they were through the door, the lights and sounds and massive number of people overwhelmed Ethan. Of course, what freaked Ethan out just ramped up Rain’s excitement. Wound tighter than a coil, Ethan had always been amazed that Rain didn’t fly apart once he let loose. Rain could have a good time at a marketing seminar. Yawn.

An arm draped over Ethan’s shoulders and Rain pressed tight against his side. Adding to Ethan’s perpetual torture was Rain’s touchy-feely nature. His hands were constantly on Ethan, as if he needed the physical connection. That might have been a good sign except Rain pretty much touched everyone.

Rain tilted his head up—he was about three inches shorter than Ethan’s six feet—and whispered in Ethan’s ear, “You ready for a trip through the haunted house?”

The heat of Rain’s breath against Ethan’s skin sent a shudder down his spine. Ethan closed his eyes, exhaling deeply. Yeah, tomorrow he would start looking for an apartment. If he moved out, then maybe Rain would find someone. If Rain was unavailable, then Ethan could move on—alone. The wave of sorrow that crashed into Ethan knocked the breath from him.

Ethan shook his head and pulled to go toward the bar. “Need a drink.” Five or six shots should do it.

Rain released Ethan and followed him as they wove through the crowd of costumed partiers. Most greeted Rain, some Ethan, but Ethan could only nod. Alcohol was his goal. He rarely drank liquor, but tonight called for something strong.

“Corona and a shot of anything off the top shelf.”  Ethan slapped two twenties on the bar.

The cute, shirtless bartender raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Oh, and whatever he wants,” Ethan said, pointing at Rain who was already chatting up a playboy bunny. So original.

The minute the shot hit the bar, Ethan had it in his hand, and threw it back. He coughed and sputtered as the liquid burned his throat. What the fuck was that? Gasoline? He wiped at the tears forming at the corners of his eyes. The dark and studly bartender smirked and immediately filled the shot glass again. Those dark eyes were gorgeous, but why was he staring at Ethan? Probably thinking Ethan’s costume was stupid. Yup. Ethan couldn’t argue with that.

“Salute,” Ethan said and threw back the second shot, bracing his hands on the bar as the liquid burned down into his stomach. When the bartender tried to pour another, Ethan managed to raise his hand.

The wide, straight, white-toothed smile from the bartender was kind of freaking Ethan out. Setting down the bottle, the bartender stretched a hand across the bar.

“Dick.”

Ethan gagged. “Excuse me?”

The man gave him a mischievous grin as if he’d expected the reaction. “Name’s Dick.”

Ethan reached out and took the man’s hand. Dick’s dark eyes were intense and his firm grasp held Ethan longer than two men shaking hands should.

Did he just rub a thumb over the back of my hand?

A throat clearing startled Ethan, and he pulled his hand away. Rain looked between the bartender and Ethan, brow furrowed, jaw jutted defiantly. Ethan grabbed his beer and nearly dropped it as Rain caught his arm and pulled him into the crowd. Ethan complied, knowing it was better to let Rain lead him wherever than to protest. He’d end up losing anyway.

Near the back of the warehouse was an area roped off with booths and tables for employees of their company. Ethan was glad to be free of the crowd of strangers. Rain released Ethan as Fred from Marketing stopped to talk. Ethan took the opportunity to escape the searing heat of Rain’s touch and he flopped gratefully next to his coworker, Michelle. She was dressed as a convict in an orange jumpsuit with a set of handcuffs dangling from one of her wrists. Sitting next to her was her husband, Jeff, in a cop uniform. Very authentic considering he was a cop.

“Ethan!” Michelle placed a kiss on his cheek. “About time you showed up.”

Ethan nodded. “Great costumes.”

Jeff grinned. “Came here straight from work. Didn’t even have to change. You too?”

Michelle barked out a laugh. “Yeah, real original, Ethan.”

Ethan was about to mention that Jeff’s uniform wasn’t very imaginative either, but it still better than his own.

He shrugged. “You know Halloween isn’t my thing.”

Ethan sipped his beer, stealing glances at Rain as he talked in an animated fashion with Fred. His hand came out to rest on Fred’s shoulder, and Ethan flinched with the reminder that touches from Rain meant nothing but friendship.

When Ethan turned back to Michelle, the look of pity on her face nearly undid the control over his emotions. He forced a smile. Don’t say it, he willed her mentally.

“When are you going to tell him?”

Ethan pursed his lips then chugged the rest of his beer. As a waitress passed their table, he snagged her and lifted his bottle and two fingers. He tried to convey with his eyes his need for her to return quickly.

“Tell who what?”

Michelle laid a hand on his thigh. “Come on Ethan. Quit it with the dumb shit. Just tell him.”

Ethan avoided her eyes. She didn’t understand. If he told Rain how he felt, told Rain he’d been in love with him since sophomore year in college, then he’d Ethan lose as his best friend. That thought churned the alcohol in his stomach.

The waitress returned and dropped off his beers but he no longer wanted them.

Ethan shook his head. “I’m going to get my own place. Time for me to get out there on my own.”

“Aww, sweetie. What happened?”

God, she was like a dog with a fucking bone. Time to bury it and forget it.

“Nothing happened. I’m going to be thirty and I’m still living like a college guy. I was actually thinking about buying a condo, you know, grown-up shit.”

He knew his forced, thin smile was pathetic.

“So, you’re going to choose the chicken shit route. Maybe that’s what you should have dressed up as for Halloween.”

She was pissed at him, but what could he do? He was between a rock and a fucking hard place, and nothing was going to change that. His options sucked big time. It was friendship or nothing. He chose friendship.

“Ouch,” Ethan and Jeff both said at the same time.

“Shut up,” Michelle told her husband, but the loving touch on his arm belied her vehement words. Jeff leaned down and whispered something into her ear and she giggled. Great. Now they were shoving their love down Ethan’s throat.

The music continued to blare and the crowd continued to grow. Ethan turned his focus on the costumes. When you worked in the special effects industry, costumes tended to be authentic. Many of these people had endured hours in a makeup chair to pull off their alter egos. And Ethan had dressed as if he’d come straight from the office. He knew he should have stayed home.

The tempo of the music slowed, and Michelle dragged a reluctant Jeff onto the nearby dance floor. As if fate wanted to kick him harder, Ethan spied Rain with a scantily clad woman wrapped tightly around him as they swayed to the music. Her head rested against his shoulder and she ran her hands up and down his back. The woman was all about Rain at that moment. Rain had his arms around her waist, but his attention seemed to be off somewhere else. Ethan found himself seething with jealousy. He desperately wanted to be the one in Rain’s arms, pushed up hard against that lithe body, their heat combining, hands searching and groping, cheeks rubbing, lips touching, tongues tangling...Thank God, he was pushed up under the table so his hard-on was hidden.

Ethan continued staring at Rain, unconscious of the fact that he was doing so, lost in the steady beat of the music as he imagined swaying with Rain. His vision tunneled until Rain’s face, relaxed and content, was all he could see. If he were dancing with Rain...if only...He imagined Rain reaching up, his hand snaking around Ethan’s neck and pulling him down until their lips nearly met. With a whisper, Rain would say, “I have wanted to kiss you forever.” And without pretense or contemplation, their lips would meet, soft and gentle at first, but quickly growing in intensity, turning frantic with the need and desire and passion they’d so long denied themselves. Ethan’s breath caught as he closed his eyes against the rush of emotions and physical sensations assaulting his mind and body. As if being consumed by the actual kiss, his lips tingled.

When Ethan opened his eyes, Rain was staring straight at him, eyes like laser sights boring into him. Ethan jumped, knocking the table, his beer toppling and spilling, but Ethan didn’t stop. It was as if Rain had looked inside of him, had read his mind, and now he knew Ethan’s deepest, most intimate secrets.

Ethan plowed through the crowd, his chest constricting, the breath stolen from his lungs. He needed to get out, needed air, but the crowd kept pushing in on him. The panic threatened to take over and a scream rose in his throat, threatening to explode into the air. Just get to the door. Just as he was ready to give up, the red glow of the exit sign caught his attention.

With one last fight through the bodies, he crashed out the door at the back of the warehouse. It wasn’t the front door, but it would do. The door slammed behind him leaving him in the darkness of the alleyway. The muffled sound of music was a blessing but his ears still thrummed from the excessive noise. That’s why he didn’t hear the person sneaking up behind him. When a hand hit his shoulder, Ethan screamed and spun around.

“Oh shit. Take it easy.”

Dick. The bartender.

“What the fuck, man? What’s up with sneaking up on me?”

Ethan was yelling and pacing and could have won an Oscar for overreacting, but he couldn’t care less. Why shouldn’t he spread the suckiness of his life around?

The man pushed his hands into the pockets of his skin-tight black jeans. He’d pulled on a leather jacket, but beneath he was still shirtless. His hair blond hair was shorn close to the scalp. He was definitely a gym rat and in great shape. Ethan thought vaguely that a body like that should excite him more.

“Sorry. I saw you come out so...”

Ethan stopped pacing. “You followed me.”

The man nodded.

“Why?”

The corner of his thin mouth quirked. “Because I think you’re hot.”

The bark of laughter from Ethan filled the night air. “Good one.”

The crest-fallen look on the man’s face was actually distressing.

“I’m sorry.” Ethan ran his hands over his hair, grasping it and tugging on it. “I’m having a crappy night. Well, week. Actually, let’s just round it up to twenty-nine years.”

The stress made his heart race, knotting his gut and clenching his jaw. He couldn’t go on like this. He was going to have a heart attack or stroke out before sbhe was thirty.

Dick leaned back against the metal wall. “Fight with your boyfriend?”

“Who?”

Dick shrugged his shoulders. “Thor.”

“Thor—Rain is my best friend. My roommate. Not my boyfriend.” Ethan sighed and sank back against the wall next to Dick.

The tempo of the music thrummed through the metal, sending vibrations through Ethan’s back and along his nerves and it was oddly calming.

“But you wish he was.”

No sense in lying. “You’re a very perceptive man.”

“Then why isn’t he your boyfriend? If he wants you and you want him, what’s the problem?” Dick asked.

Ethan wished it were true. “You got half of that right. I want him, but he doesn’t want me.”

Dick turned to face Ethan. “You so sure about that? When I was holding your hand, the look on his face pretty much told me to back the fuck off.”

Ethan dipped his head. “He’s just overprotective. He doesn’t want me.” The words barely made it past his lips.

“Listen, I know it’s none of my business, and I’m pretty much cock-blocking myself here but...” Ethan looked up and saw an open sincerity on in Dick’s expression. “That look on his face...I had someone who looked at me like that once, but I didn’t see it, denied it was there because I couldn’t believe it was true. By the time I took the chance, it was too late and now he’s with someone else.” He turned and stared off into the darkness, his face pinched with the pain still pulsing beneath the surface. Ethan felt for the man. “Don’t wait. Even if he rejects you, at least you’ll know that you tried, that you didn’t just sit back and let someone have what you could have had.”

Fuck. Ethan stared out into the same darkness as Dick. Instead of seeing pain and rejection, he tried to see hope and happiness. Could he take that chance? Could be put his heart out there in the hopes it would be accepted and not shattered by rejection? It was the scariest thing he’d ever contemplated doing. The scariest thing he’d ever decided to do.

“You’re right. Eight years, I’ve stood back and watched, waiting for my heart to get stomped on. And why? What has it gotten me? Nothing.” He’d let fear of loss rule his life. Now, he was going to go after what he wanted. If Rain didn’t want him, then so be it. Either way, he would have his answer tonight.

Ethan walked past Dick and grabbed the door handle then stopped. Looking to Dick, he hesitated. He couldn’t just leave him out here.

Dick waved a hand. “Go and get your man. I’m good. Hope it works out.”

Ethan nodded. “Thanks, man. For everything.”

Dick gave him a tight smile and looked away.

 

The music and the hot, stale air pushed at Ethan as he stepped inside, but he moved onward. The voices were louder, people drunker, happier, and Ethan actually smiled. Reaching the employee area, he found Michelle back at their table with Jeff. His hat was off and his tie gone and from the rumpled appearance of his uniform and their red, swollen faces, Ethan was sure they’d been making out somewhere.

“Ethan, where’ve you been? Rain has been looking for you,” Michelle said.

“I’m looking for him, too,” Ethan said, his smile splitting his face wide.

She raised a hand to her mouth. “Oh, my God. You’re going to tell him aren’t you?” Her eyes were suddenly shiny and her lip trembled. She had to be drunk.

Ethan grinned. “Do you know where he is?”

Michelle nodded, but no words came from her mouth. He’d stolen her ability to speak.

“The haunted house. He said if we saw you to send you there,” Jeff said wrapping an arm around his wife.

“Thanks,” he said and rushed off towards the entrance to the house.

In his head, he tried to work out what he would say and, how he would approach Rain. Should he just walk up and kiss him, or start with some casual conversation? He barely noticed the bodies he pushed past, ignored the shouts and anyone who called his name, and as he passed a small area next to the entrance to the haunted house, he almost missed the red cape. When he turned around, Rain was facing the wall, his back to Ethan.

Ethan almost called out his name, almost approached, until he saw the female hands appear around his neck and the rise and fall of his head as he kissed the woman. Ethan froze, his heart dropping, falling and crashing to the floor. Like a train wreck, he couldn’t look away even though each passing second destroyed his soul. He willed Rain to turn around just so he could see the pain he was causing Ethan. But Rain was too into the brunette with the long red painted nails.

Move. Close your eyes. Do something!

But Ethan didn’t move. He had his answer from Rain. Ethan was leaving the party, packing and moving out so he could get on with his life—after he hid in a corner and cried his eyes out.

As he raced into the haunted house, he ignored the girl handing out the 3D glasses. Screams and shrieks, howling wind and loud booming noise filled the air as 3D images tried to fly off the screens, but without the glasses, they were useless. Ethan ducked as bats and other fake flying creatures swooped at his head. From other rooms came the screams and laughter of people already inside. Ethan ignored them as he passed from room to room, trying not to scream himself when anything jumped out or flew at him.

He had no clue where he was going. The place looked so different in the dark, but he kept his determination as the panic threatened to encroach. Turn after turn, he raced through the rooms and soon he was lost. Twelve rooms and he couldn’t find his fucking way. He ducked down and sat in a darkened corner. He was hard to see and the few people straggling through, laughing, screaming, and having a good time, ignored him. When was the last time he’d had a good time? He was wrapped up in Rain like an unhealthy obsession. He probably needed professional help.

Someone entered the room and paused. They were dressed in black from head to toe with a hood over their head. When they turned, Ethan saw the hockey mask. Jason Voorhees. Maybe he would stab Ethan and put him out of his misery. Spotting Ethan, the man or woman, stepped forward and crouched down. Ethan was glad he hadn’t started crying—yet.

“You okay, man?” the muffled voice asked. Definitely a man.

Ethan waved him off. “I’m fine.”

He really wanted to be alone and sighed when “Jason” sat next to him. “If you have a knife, could you just off me now?”

A chuckle. “That bad?”

“Yeah, that bad,” Ethan confirmed.

“Girl trouble?”

Ethan barked out a laugh. Rain would love being called a girl. “Wrong gender.”

“Ah, guy trouble. Is it the cute bartender I saw you talking with earlier? He was really into you.”

A smile quirked Ethan’s lips. Even strangers had seen what Ethan hadn’t. He shook his head. “Um...no offense, but I don’t even know you.”

“Maybe you should tell him,” the man insisted, ignoring Ethan’s comment.

“I don’t think it’s any of your business,” Ethan said, his annoyance with the man growing.

Ethan rose and so did the man. Ethan tried to step around him, but was blocked by the Jason wannabe.

“Listen, I really don’t know what your issue is, but go find another house to haunt,” Ethan said though gritted teeth.

"Why won’t you tell him? Are you chicken?”

Ethan pushed at the man’s chest. “Get the hell away from me!”

The man pushed back. “No. Make me.”

What? “Make you?” Ethan seethed.

“Yeah, and while you’re at it why don’t you man up and tell the guy?”

God, this was so stupid! He was fighting with some stranger wearing a hockey mask. He couldn’t even punch him in the face. “It’s none of your business if I tell Rain anything!”

The words had come out before he could stop them.

The man stepped back and slowly pulled off his mask. “Tell me what?”

“Mother fucker!” Ethan lunged at Rain and grabbed him by the shoulders. “You tricked me!”

“Pissed you off, too,” he said, which only fueled Ethan’s fire.

“How did you change so fast? You were out there mauling a girl not ten minutes ago! Why don’t you just go back and find her?”

“What are you so pissed off about?” Rain asked tossing the mask across the room.

Ethan turned away searching for the fortitude to speak. This was so fucked up that he couldn’t just say what he wanted.

He turned and blurted out, “I’m jealous, okay?” You were dancing with that girl and then kissing that other girl. I’m sick of seeing it. I want to be the girl.”

Rain’s eyebrows rose comically. “You want to be a girl?”

“What?” Ethan sighed with frustration and threw his hands up.

“What do you mean what? Ethan, you said you wanted to be the girl. So I’m assuming your trying to tell me that you’re transgender or something.”

Ethan clenched his fists, ready to punch anything. “I’m not transgender. You’re not listening.”

Rain crossed his arms over his chest. “I am listening. You’re not making any sense as usual.”

Ethan clenched his jaw, the pressure in his chest growing. “What’s that supposed to mean, Rain?”

Rain lifted his chin defiantly. “You talk in circles and half the time I can’t follow. You say shit and retract it and then say something else, and I’m tired of not knowing where I stand with you.”

Ethan stepped forward, breath heaving from his chest. Forget confessing love. They were going to have a knockdown, drag out fight. At least then, he’d feel better. “You’re the one who’s confusing! You’re always touching me, and hanging on me, and it’s driving absolutely crazy. Eight years of driving me out of my mind. No wonder I make no sense. You’re driving me over the edge. And then I have to see you kissing girls.”

“I think you’re doing a good enough job of driving yourself over the edge. You don’t need any help from me. And I wasn’t kissing a girl! I spent the last half hour searching this godforsaken haunted house for you!”

Ethan’s anger grew and, of course, he wasn’t listening. What the fuck did Rain think he was doing blaming Ethan for everything? “The only thing I’ve ever tried to be was your friend.”

“Maybe that’s not enough. Did you ever think of that? Did you ever wonder why I’m always touching you? Why I can’t keep my hands off you? I fucking love you, and you keep pushing me away!”

Without stopping to consider the words, Ethan grabbed hold of Rain’s black shirt. Yanking their faces close together, Ethan gritted out. “I love you too, asshole.”

Heavy breathing, eyes wide, they glared at one another until their words sank in through the thick anger hanging in the air between them.

“Fuck,” Ethan muttered and pushed Rain against the wall. He sealed his mouth over Rain’s lips.

Oh God, Oh God, he was kissing Rain. And his lips...his lips were both soft and hard at the same time. When Rain’s tongue entered Ethan’s mouth the anger dissipated. In seconds, Ethan was flying on the sweet taste of that mouth he’d lusted after for so long.

Ethan pushed hard against Rain’s chest. When he broke away from the kiss, Ethan’s lips brushed over Rain’s jaw. Ethan pushed his erection into Rain’s hip. “Does this feel like I want to be with a girl?”

Ethan continued across Rain’s jaw, nipping and soothing. Rain pushed back. His erection was solid and fucking huge.

“I said you wanted to be a girl, not be with a girl... I think—“

Ethan bit hard into the skin of Rain’s neck to shut him up. “Ouch....oh...oh, shit.”  Ethan sucked beneath Rain’s ear. “Please...please.”

Begging. Was there anything hotter than that? “Please, what?” Ethan whispered.

“I need you to touch me. Need your hands on me,” Rain declared breathlessly.

“Wanted to touch you for a long time.” Ethan agreed, pushing his hand down the front of Rain’s sweats. Rain’s cock was leaking all over the inside of his boxers.

“W-why...didn’t you tell me?” Rain asked, his panting louder than his voice.

Ethan pulled back, looking into those brown eyes he’d fallen in love with so long ago. “I was afraid I’d lose you, afraid you’d no longer want to be my friend.”

“You’re a jackass.”

Ethan raised his eyebrows. “If I’m a jackass then so are you for not telling me.”

Rain smirked. “Couple of jackasses who deserve one another.”

Ethan couldn’t agree more. He squeezed the head of Rain’s dick. Rain’s drawn out moan mixed in with the screams and the whistling wind. Ethan wanted Rain here and now, but anyone could see them.

As if reading Ethan’s mind, Rain grasped his hand, and led Ethan around the large screen projecting the 3D images. Rain opened a hidden door, and they were in a small space between the rooms where the techs had hidden the miles of wires and cables. Immediately, Rain had Ethan pinned to the wall, sucking on his neck, biting on his chin, licking at his lips.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, honey.” Rain promised in a husky, low voice that made Ethan’s toes curl. He pulled Ethan into another kiss, sending Ethan’s head spinning.

Rain dropped to his knees and had Ethan’s pants around his knees and his dick in his mouth before Ethan could protest. Ethan wanted to suck Rain off, but if his best friend was this impatient...

“Hell, Rain. Your mouth,” Ethan moaned, running his hands over Rain’s head.

Rain sucked on the head, licked at the sides, and then gently took Ethan’s balls into his mouth. They tightened with the pleasure and Ethan wanted to pinch himself in case he was dreaming. Better not. He might wake up.

Looking down, his eyes met with Rain’s and Ethan hissed as Rain shoved Ethan’s entire cock deep into his mouth. Ethan pushed his hips forward.

Rain was on his knees, sucking Ethan off, and, oh God, Rain loved Ethan back. How could life suck so bad one minute and be so wonderful the next?

Ethan grabbed ont Rain’s shirt and yanked him up from the floor, needing to kiss Rain again. Pushing him back, Ethan sought out Rain’s lips and sank into the heat, into the love of the man. Fuck, he’d been ready to leave this man, had almost lost him, because Ethan was a coward. He’d never let him go again.

Ethan pulled back and ran a hand down the side of Rain’s cheek. “Buy a condo with me?”

Rain chuckled and cocked an eyebrow. “Is that some kind of new code for fuck me?”

Ethan frowned then smirked. “No. I mean, yes, I want to fuck the minute I get you home, but I want us to find a place to live that’s ours. I want a home. You and me.”

Ethan waited for the reply, waited for Rain to tell him this was all a mistake, but Rain nodded. “Yes. But right now, this,” Rain bucked his hips forward and his cock painted a line of precum over Ethan’s hip. “I don’t think I can wait to get home. We have to do something about this, now.”

 “My pleasure,” Ethan growled.

Ethan grabbed both of their cocks and stroked them together, pulling hard and long. The friction, the feel of their dicks rubbing felt fantastic. Rain’s head fell back against the wall with a thud. His mouth was slack and the whimpers were intoxicating. Ethan bent down and sucked at the base of his neck. Rain’s hands grasped at Ethan’s biceps and he bucked into Ethan’s hand.

“Uh, Ethan...gonna...cum.” The moan spurred Ethan to suck harder, and pull on their shafts faster. “Yesssss!” Rain hissed and Ethan broke away to watch as cum shot from Rain’s cock.

When Ethan looked up, Rain kissed him hard and deep then pushed Ethan’s hand from their cocks. Palm wet with his cum, Rain set a furious pace of stroking Ethan’s cock. The feel of his hand was glorious and Ethan was right there, ready to give Rain the gift of his pleasure. Rain didn’t break the kiss and when Ethan’s balls surged and he finally came, Rain’s mouth muffled his whimpers and moans. The tingle zipped along his nerves with one of the most powerful orgasms he’d ever had. His legs shook and he struggled to stay upright, and when Rain wrapped his arms tight around Ethan’s middle, Ethan sagged against him.

Finally, they broke the kiss. The noises of the haunted house swirled around them, but Ethan barely noticed. Every sense—sight, smell, hearing, touch—as always,  was dedicated to this man. They finally broke apart, pulling up their pants and righting their clothes.

“I’m still mad at you for tricking me,” Ethan finally said.

Rain snorted. “That grin on your face makes me think you’re not as mad as you claim to be.”

Ethan tried to suppress his smile. “Hey, why did you change your costume anyway? And why did you want me to meet you here?”

Rain frowned in confusion. “Josh Rainer wanted to impress some girl he saw and asked me to switch costumes. You know what a big Jason fan I am. And maybe you’ve had too much to drink if you don’t remember asking me to meet you here?”

“I’m not drunk, and I didn’t ask you to meet me here.”

“Yes, you did,” Rain insisted.

“I think I’d remember something like that.”

Rain shook his head. “You told Michelle to tell me to meet you here. She said you had something to tell me.”

Michelle! “I think we were set up. She told me that you wanted me to meet you here.”

Rain laughed. “Yeah, sounds like she instigated the whole thing.”

“But why didn’t you tell me it was you?”

Rain’s smile faded and he shifted in Ethan’s arms. “Because you looked so upset and whenever I ask you what’s wrong you always say nothing. I thought maybe you’d tell me this time if you didn’t know it was me. You never let me in. I always thought it was because you didn’t want me to get close to you. That’s why I never told you that I wanted you.”

Ethan let his forehead rest against Rain’s and sighed. “You’re right. I was protecting myself. I didn’t think you’d ever want someone like me.”

Rain smacked Ethan in the head. “Moron.”

“Owww,” Ethan whimpered.

“That was to knock some sense into you.”

“I think it worked,” Ethan grinned and placed a sweet and gentle kiss on Rain’s lips. “Now what?”

Rain grinned. “Now you take this princess home because I’m going to turn into a pumpkin at midnight.”

Ethan was about to agree, but smiled instead and said, “I have a better idea.”

He grasped Rain’s hand and led him from their hiding spot and with Rain’s help they exited the haunted house without getting lost. The party was still going full swing, the tempo of the music fast, but that didn’t stop Ethan. He held tight to Rain’s hand as he pulled him through the crowds and onto the dance floor.

“Dance with me,” he whispered into Rain’s ear and wrapped his arms around Rain's shoulders.

Rain leaned up and whispered back, “Any time, honey.”

Rain wrapped his arms around Ethan’s waist. A shiver worked its way through Ethan as he rested his head on Rain’s shoulders. Ethan ran his hands over Rain’s back. They swayed slowly despite the fast beat, garnering odd looks from those around them, but Ethan didn’t care.

He caught sight of Michelle and Jeff sitting at their table, clapping and whistling. Fred gave them a thumbs up. Ethan closed his eyes and pulled Rain closer as Rain ran his hands over Ethan’s ass. Dancing with Rain was better than he’d even imagined.

God, he was such a sap when he was in love. 

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A Special thanks to Raine O'Tierney for reading and editing and cheerleading!!