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IT'S FANG-TASTIC!
Title: Halloween in Subtext

Author testdog65 aka Ellen

Category: Trick or Treat

A/N: Thank you to xie_xie_xie for her awesome beta skills!



It was late, and the loft was dark except for a single work light over my desk. Tension radiated from my shoulders, and I was about to call it a night when the phone rang. My tension eased when I glanced at the number.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Bad timing?”

“No, just finishing up a mountain of paperwork dumped on me by one Theodore Schmidt.”

“Sounds scintillating.”

“Maybe for Ted. I’m starting to think he actually gets off on tax statements, IRS schedules and quarterly filings.”

“Scary thought.”

“You have no idea.”

“Speaking of scary, you have any big, bad plans for Halloween tricking and treating?”

“Gee, Justin. I thought I’d dress up as Tinkerbelle and hand out condoms at Babylon. What the fuck?” I shifted the phone to my other ear. “You know I don’t do that shit.”

Justin laughed. “Too bad. The image of you dressed as Tinkerbelle is kinda hot.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I think I’ll avoid all of the costume-bedecked fags this year and stay in. How about you? Halloween in New York is sure to provide you with some interesting tricks and treats.”

“Maybe. I have this project that I’m working on, though so I probably won’t have a chance to partake of the festivities.”

“Christ, when did we turn into a couple of boring old stiffs?”

“One man’s boring is another man’s busy and successful. And speaking of stiff…”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that one. It really had been too easy. I shifted the phone again and got up from the computer where I’d been trying to work before Justin’s call. As I made my way up the steps to the bedroom, I continued, “Speaking of, is there something you needed help with?”

“You might say that.” Justin’s voice had dropped in volume, and I could hear the desire in his words. “Think you could give me a hand?” I heard the rustle of fabric in the background and imagined Justin lying in the middle of his unmade bed, naked and hard, but not touching himself until I said go.

“I might be able to arrange that. Where are you?” I sat down on my own bed and leaned back against the pillows.

“My apartment.” I rolled my eyes at that.

“You know, you still suck at phone sex,” I said, trying to keep the exasperation out of my voice. “You’re supposed to set the scene. Tell me that you’re naked and panting on the bed, waiting for me to get you off.”

“I’m naked and panting on the bed, waiting for you to get me off.” Little shit. I didn’t dignify that with a response.

When he continued, his voice was quieter and suddenly serious. “I’m lying here, in my room, listening to the sounds of the street outside my window. It’s raining and dark, and I wish you were lying next to me so I could feel your skin against mine and see your face. My eyes are closed so that when you talk to me, I can’t see that you’re not here.”

Fuck. I swallowed but didn’t say anything.

“Brian?”

“Yeah, I’m here. Just… getting comfortable.” I leaned further into the pillows to make it true, and then continued. “Spread your legs a little for me, and bring your knees up. Use your hand to rub against the inside of your thigh.”

I heard more rustling and then the sound of Justin’s deep exhale.

“Now move your hand up… slowly. Use just your fingertips and run them along that space where your thigh curves into your hip.” The place where I like to mark you.

I could hear Justin’s breathing pick up a little. I closed my own eyes.

“What next, Brian? Tell me.”

“Run the palm of your hand over your hip, across your stomach and up to your chest.”

Justin sighed. “I’m pretending it’s you. Don’t stop.”

“Up to your nipple now. The one you had pierced. Play with it. Lightly, the way you like.” I waited a minute, just listening to Justin breathe. “Now the other one. A little harder this time.” Justin groaned, and I moved my own hand down to cup my cock where it was hard inside my jeans. I didn’t unzip them, though. There’d be time for that later. Right now, I just wanted to concentrate on Justin.

“Slide your hand back down, slowly, over your chest, your stomach, but don’t touch your cock. Not yet. Let your hand hover over it. Feel the heat from your palm, think about how I’m going to touch you.” Justin groaned again, this time in frustration. I waited a minute before continuing, letting the anticipation build.

“OK, just one fingertip, Justin. Run it from your balls to the head, lightly and then circle the ridge. Are you leaking?” I knew he was.

“Uh huh.” His response was breathy and filled with need.

“Good. Touch your finger to your slit and then bring it to your lips. Taste yourself.”

I heard him moan around his finger, and I could taste the salty flavor of his precome on my tongue.

“Get your finger wet. Really wet. You know what’s next.” I had to adjust my position as my pants got uncomfortably tight. I allowed my hand to play over my cock while Justin did as instructed.

“That’s good. Move your hand down to your hole.” I waited. “Did you do it?”

“Yeah, Brian. Tell me, please.” He sounded close to desperate. He must have been half way there before he even called.

“Move your finger around the outside. Put pressure against your hole, but don’t push inside yet.” I heard him gasp, and I licked my lips at the sound.

“It feels like… right before you fuck me. When you press against me, that pause you take, right before you push into me. It feels like that. I’m imagining it’s that.” I could hear him panting between his words as he struggled to wait for my next direction.

“You can push it inside now. All the way in. Don’t stop. Keep going until it’s buried.” His groan told me that he was doing it, and the grunt at the end let me know that he’d found his prostate.

“That’s it. Right there. Push against it a little. Steady pressure, the way you like it.”

His panting was louder, and I imagined the look on his face, how it glazes over whenever I hit that spot inside of him. It’s such a rush to see it happen, and he’s such a whore for the feeling. I let him enjoy it for a minute.

“You’re gonna need your other hand, Justin.” I waited and listened to the rustling as he adjusted to hold the phone to his ear with his shoulder.

“I need to touch my cock, Brian. Please. I’m so hard.” I felt my own cock twitch.

“Not yet. Move your hand to your balls. Lift them, feel the weight of them. Imagine I’m doing it.” I loved cupping his balls. They were always firm and full, and fit perfectly in the curve of my palm. I could almost feel their weight as he moaned at the first contact. I let him fondle himself for a bit, knowing that his cock was probably throbbing at this point.

“OK, Justin. Move your hand up and wrap it around your cock.” I didn’t have to wait long before he gasped. “Tighten your fingers, give it a squeeze.” The sound he made let me know he’d done as instructed.

“You can move your hand now. Keep your fingers tight and go slow.” I heard him exhale in a rush as he finally found some relief. I continued to move my hand over the front of my jeans, but the sounds he was making had me unbuttoning and reaching in for my own cock before I even realized what I was doing.

“Feel good? Tell me. Let me hear you.”

“So good, Brian. I’m pretending it’s you… the way you like to jerk me off in the mornings… before I’m even awake. Feels amazing when you do that.”

“Move your hand faster. Use your hips to push into it.”

I had my hand around my cock, stroking in time with Justin’s breathing. So much for it being all about him. I was quiet for a few minutes, listening to the familiar sounds of Justin getting off, letting both of us just enjoy the sensations. Then I heard his breathing change a little.

“The finger that’s inside you, are you fucking yourself with it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sliding it in and… out and… uh.” I could tell he was getting close, and I suddenly wanted to be right there with him. I picked up the pace of my own hand and tried to imagine what he looked like, spread out on his bed, pale, damp skin against rumpled sheets, eyes closed, mouth open, legs spread. I felt a jolt of pleasure as the image crystallized in my mind.

Justin was moaning between panted breaths now, and the sound went straight to my cock where it dripped against my stomach.

“Keep stroking, Justin. You’re so close. So close.” He wasn’t the only one.

“Come with me, Brian. Need to hear you. Need to know…”

I didn’t try and bite back my groan as I felt my cock throb against my palm. I was breathing hard as I worked myself towards release. Justin gasped, and suddenly I was there.

“Now, Justin… come now.” And even before I was done speaking, I felt my own orgasm uncoil from inside of me, rolling out from the base of my cock where it swelled in my fist and finally spilled against my stomach. The accompanying sounds of Justin’s release came through clearly over the distance.

Neither one of us said anything for a minute as we let the last ripples of sensation subside. I knew Justin would be falling asleep soon, but I just listened to him breathe, not ready to end the call yet.

Eventually, I heard his voice, heavy with sleep and satisfaction. “I feel better now, but I still miss you.”

“Yeah. I know.” I waited a beat and then, “Me, too.”

*****

The loft was dark except for the glow of the computer screen. I had spent the last two hours studying Ted’s latest quarterly earnings projections for both Babylon and Kinnetik. Talk about a frightening way to spend Halloween. Sometimes, success can be incredibly boring.

It took a minute for the knocking to register. When it did, I stretched the kinks out of my back and made my way over to the door. I slid it open, not bothering to check who had come up unannounced.

“Trick or treat,” said Justin as he stood in the hallway, smiling.

I looked him up and down, taking in the worn khakis and faded t-shirt hidden under his gray hoodie. “I like your costume. You make a very convincing starving artist.”

Before Justin could respond, I pulled him through the door and kissed him. It was slow and deep, and went on for a long time. When he finally pulled away, he was frowning.

“Where’s the candy? I came all this way to trick-or-treat, and there’s no candy?” He was actually pouting.

I slid the door shut. “No candy, but you can give me a Halloween blowjob.” Justin seemed to consider it for a minute.

“You know, it’s just not the same as those bite-sized Snickers bars, but I guess it’ll have to do.” He sighed. Yeah, I’m sure he was feeling really put out.

“I can assure you, there’s nothing bite-sized about it,” I said as I pulled him to me. “And, you’ll enjoy it a lot more than a Snickers bar.”

He pressed his whole body against mine and then smiled as he slid to his knees.