Justin had always found it beyond silly, but figured most people pretended to find the costumes at a Halloween party scary. Scary in an “Oh my, it’s a monster, isn’t that gruesome” kind of way, not usually in an “I’m afraid I’ll never get this image out of my head, can someone get me an ice pick” kind of way. The Liberty Diner Halloween party had crossed the line into that kind of scary. In fact, this was the scariest Halloween party Justin had ever been to. Everywhere he looked were bizarre caricatures of his friends, and even though it made him cringe, he couldn’t prevent himself from turning to see who entered each time the diner door opened. This time it was Michael, wearing the bleach-blond hip-hop look Ted had tried for a while a few years ago, followed by Ben in a very Emmetesque mesh-and-leather ensemble, which, not surprisingly, looked quite good on him. Justin watched as they joined Emmett, Ted, and Deb, who were waiting for the others to arrive. The whole group started talking at once, exclaiming over each other’s ingenuity and resourcefulness in coming up with their costumes, and explaining how they had come up with their own. He covered his face with his hands. Justin was feeling more in need of an ice pick as the night went on.
As much as the costumes were freaking him out, Justin kept quiet. He didn’t particularly want to draw attention to, and have to take shit for, how easy his costume for Ben had been. A pair of boots, jeans, glasses, and a scholarly tweed jacket and - poof! instant professor - although the shoulder pads he’d borrowed from Molly’s football jock boyfriend were a bit of a pain in the ass.
Justin was dying to see Brian. For various reasons he was always dying to see Brian, but this time it was because he couldn’t wait to see Brian’s costume. What twist had that devious mind come up with? Brian had drawn Justin’s name, but had refused to tell him what he would be wearing. Justin had wondered briefly if he’d settle for a tight t-shirt and cargos. However, seeing as Brian had never settled for anything in all the time Justin had known him, he was pretty sure Brian would be showing up in something amazing. Still, he knew Brian wouldn’t be caught dead parading around in something like the silver shorts and wings from Justin’s go-go boy days, so his anticipation grew as he watched the door.
Most of the diner’s employees and their guests had arrived, and the party was in full swing. Emmett had launched into the tale of his search for a Dumpling-like kilt when Deb wandered over and pulled Justin aside. “Well, I see his majesty is late as usual. He better fucking come.” One meticulously painted fingernail stabbed in front of Justin’s face. “Everyone else made it - well, except Carl, but that was a police emergency. I hate that he didn’t get to wear the club clothes I found for him.” The regret in Deb’s voice was sincere. “I found them at that new shop for bears, ‘Bearly Dressed’... What was I saying? Oh yeah.” The finger was once again pointed at Justin, “Your worse half better fucking show up!”
Justin was cut off before he could respond.
“Deb, Brian wouldn’t dare not show up. After all, it was his dare that made you come up with this masquerade idea.” Ted, who made the world’s most hideous woman, in a red curly wig and button-laden vest, had obviously had his fill of being reminded of his own worst fashion disaster and had come to add his two cents. “You would have just suggested we all dress as circus clowns or something if he hadn’t challenged you to come up with characters that nobody had ever dressed up as for Halloween. He knew you wouldn’t be able to resist the lure of getting Brian Kinney into some silly costume if you met his challenge. So now we all get the joy of dressing up as, and mocking, our most beloved friends…and Brian.”
Justin was mesmerized by how Ted’s yellow plastic ball earrings swung furiously as he spoke, but he managed to pull his attention back to Deb and interject, “He told me he’d be coming straight from work.” Setting the earrings dancing once again, Ted assured them, “He was still there when I left, but he wasn’t in costume, unless Justin has spent some time as a label queen ad man that none of us knows about.” Before Justin had a chance to reassure Deb further that Brian was, indeed, going to show up, he heard the door to the diner open. Looking up to see if it was Brian, Justin froze.
Shit! Is it wrong to want to fuck yourself?
Brian felt like a fucking idiot. He couldn’t believe he had backed himself into this corner. “Ah, fuck it,” he thought. “I might look ridiculous, but I’m still hot!” Brain adjusted the necktie and rolled his shoulders. There was not much he could do about the itchy-ass blazer. His tailor had done what he could, but there was only so much material to work with, and a jacket that had once fit Justin so well was never going to fit Brian perfectly. He had considered just having the pathetic little crest sewn onto a decent blazer, but had decided to go with authenticity instead. Besides, after all the hours of fun he’d had with Justin in this thing, he had a certain amount of affection for it. Still, even if he had to do this stupid fucking dress-up, he wanted to look good. He had drawn the line at coloring his hair. Looking at Michael’s horrific white-blond dye job, Brian could only congratulate himself on avoiding that particular trap. The temporary blond highlights would suffice.
As he looked around, Brian had to laugh at the past fashion faux-pas coming back to haunt his friends. Shaking his head, Brian wondered derisively what he had been thinking when he’d thought this would be funny. It really was just pathetic. Really pathetic. But, as he looked past Emmett’s replay of Michael’s tragic Dumpling ensemble, he spied Justin looking amazingly hot in Ben’s usual garb. Mmm, very bookish. Catching the look in Justin’s eyes, it was apparent that he appreciated Brian’s costume, too. Brian watched as Justin came toward him, purpose in every step. He chuckled softly. Professor Taylor, it seems, is having naughty thoughts about his student. I knew this was the right costume.
Michael was grinning as he walked up and gripped Brian’s arm. “I would never have thought you could fit...” Michael’s grasp loosened, and his words dropped off, as Justin grabbed Brian’s other arm and dragged him, not unwillingly, toward the men’s room. As the door closed behind them, Brian heard bursts of raucous laughter from inside the diner.
“So, I take it you like my costume?” Brian’s patently false look of innocent curiosity was accompanied by batting eyelashes.
Ignoring Brian’s teasing, Justin traced the crest on the dark blue fabric with slightly trembling fingers. “Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right now? How many times I jerked off thinking about you wearing this uniform?” Justin chuckled. His voice, while a little strained, also held a hint of nostalgia. “My favorite fantasy was of you as a new student and me corrupting you. We always ended up playing hooky and fucking in a utility closet or under the bleachers, but it always, always had you in this uniform… Shit! Let’s go home.” The nostalgia gave way to the onslaught of desperate lust.
“But what about the party, Justin? If the teachers find out we left, we’ll be in big trouble,” Brian teased. Beyond rolling his eyes, Justin’s only response was to use his chest to press Brian to the back of the door, one hand tangling in blond-tipped hair as his lips and tongue devoured Brian’s mouth, the other turning the thumb lock on the door. “Fuck the party” was ground out against already reddening lips. Then those lips were caressed with an agile tongue and a softly murmured “Better than my fantasy.”
Later, once they had sucked each other’s brains out through their dicks and their costumes were restored to order, Justin leaned in for one last lingering kiss, but was stopped by a hand to his chest. Brian grinned and pushed Justin back, and as he opened the men’s room door and began to walk through it he turned and put his head back around the edge of the door. “Now, now, let’s go see what other tricks and treats are to be had this Halloween.” Brian turned and walked back out to the party, knowing that Justin was only steps behind. And, considering that the lust in Justin’s gaze hadn’t dimmed at all since spotting him, Brian was pretty sure that his night as schoolboy Kinney was going to be more treats than tricks.