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Entry tags: | 2007 halloween contest, trick or treat |
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
Title: The Lion Tamer
Author: tweedygal. Beta’ed by
catcayman. This started out as three drabbles. I tried to make it into a ficlet, but instead it became five drabbles.
Category: Trick or Treat
I.
"I'll do it."
"But Brian, you said you wanted to spend more time with him and I thought this would --"
"Lindsay!" Brian interrupted. "Listen to me -- are you listening?"
"Yes. I'm listening."
"I said I'll take Gus trick-or-treating."
"Really? Are you sure?"
Brian sighed. "Didn't I just say I would? It's what you wanted, so spare me the surprised mommy act. What's Gus' costume?"
"He's wearing his lion costume from the play. He loves that thing."
As she hung up the phone, Lindsay shook her head in disbelief. Even after all these years, Brian could still surprise her.
II.
Lindsay opened the door. Brian was dressed in a white shirt, tight black pants tucked into knee-length black boots and a black top hat. He held a small blue chair in one hand and had a short whip tucked under his other arm.
He grinned at Lindsay. "I hear you have a lion that needs taming."
Linds, for the second time that day, shook her head in disbelief.
"You look adorable."
Just then, Gus came barreling down the stairs, screaming, "Daddy!" Following Gus, Melanie stopped short and stared, mouth agape.
Brian, who now had Gus wrapped around his ankles, laughed.
III.
"It's worth it all to see the look on your face right now, Mel," Brian smirked.
"Fuck off, Brian."
"Would you two stop sniping for just one night? Think about your son!" said Lindsay. Brian and Melanie both shrugged and glared at each other.
"Daddy!" interjected Gus. "Are you a lion tamer?"
"I am, Sonny Boy."
"Cool, 'cause guess what? I'm a scary lion!" Gus growled and shook his mane. His parents laughed.
Lindsay said, "Just an hour, Brian. We'll be back from the benefit by then and we can have cookies and cocoa and take pictures."
"Sounds ridiculously domestic."
IV.
Exhausted, Brian leaned on the doorbell. Lindsay opened the door to find Gus asleep on Brian's shoulder. His cheeks were flushed and he clutched his bag of candy tightly.
Brian looked as if he been out all night. His shirt was untucked; his chair was long gone. The whip stuck out of his back pocket and a smear of some sort of candy, purple and sticky , ran down his sleeve.
"Have fun?" Lindsay asked.
"Gus did," Brian answered abruptly. "I need a hot shower and something stiff."
"Want me to spike your cocoa?"
"That'll do 'til Justin gets here."
V.
"Boo!"
Justin walked up the steps. Seeing Brian's disheveled state, he asked, "What happened to you?"
"Hurricane Gus. He almost wore me out."
"Really? He's just a kid!"
"You try filling him with sugar and walking 10 blocks," Brian said. "Besides, I said almost."
Brian handed Gus to Lindsay, pulling Justin to him. Justin sniffed and said, "Mmmm. You smell like grape."
"I taste even better. Let's go home so I can take you trick-or-treating. You don't even need a costume."
"Will you give me something good to eat?"
Brian kissed and sucked at Justin's neck. "Damn right I will."