Costumes

“Oh my God! Jordan, you gotta see this.” Jordan chuckled to himself, smiling broadly. Still so impulsive. One of the things he loved the most about his boyfriend. He lowered his lashes, thinking of Bennie’s creativity in bed that morning. It took all his willpower not to moan as he thought of Bennie’s lips on his body, hot mouth sliding over his d**k… “Jordan!” Jordan glanced one more time at the stained glass window set high in the oak door facing him. Such an odd door. Placed in the middle of the west wall of the attic, it led nowhere as far as he could tell. He tried the handle again. Locked. But unless there was a balcony he hadn’t noticed from the outside of the house, one would step right into space. The thought unsettled him, though he couldn’t say why, exactly. He turned, peering across the room through the dust motes dancing in the air, and sucked in a breath as his dread increased. Sunlight streamed through the tinted glass of the octagonal window behind him, splashing a rainbow of color over Bennie’s face: yellow, green, blue, with a s***h of blood red across his tender throat. Jordan drew a shaky breath. “What is it, hon?” Bennie waved him over, and the movement caused the red to center on his heart. “Come see what’s in this trunk! Our old Halloween costumes.” Jordan swallowed the panic tightening his throat and shook off the irrational fear. It was merely the light playing tricks. He’d been reading too many horror stories. Just because Bennie’s aunt had died in the house…He didn’t believe in ghosts. No f*****g way. Still, he hurried to Bennie’s side and slipped an arm around his waist. “Which ones?” he asked, looking down into the musty trunk. “All of them, as far as I can tell.” Bennie started pulling out wigs and hats and scarves, a pirate shirt and werewolf mask. “Remember this one?” he asked, and giggled as he held up a pink tutu. “Oh God, yes. I thought your father was going to have a seizure. We were what, ten?” Jordan rubbed the frilly skirt between his fingers. He’d grown up in the house next to the Ramsey family, and he and Bennie were as close as brothers. Closer, when at fourteen they discovered it was more fun to sleep in the same bed than separate. Bennie flashed him a look, light blue eyes dancing with mischief. Jordan’s heartbeat quickened. Bennie’s hair fell in reddish blond ringlets around his impish face. A few freckles brushed his cheeks and Jordan bent his head and licked them. He’d teased Bennie as a child that he’d wash them away one day with his tongue. One night in Jordan’s room, Bennie had shown him where his other freckles were. Now Jordan could never taste these ones without wanting the others. Bennie quirked a brow. “Think it will still fit me?” Jordan’s hungry gaze traveled the slender body of his lover. “You’ve filled out some,” he murmured, purposefully lingering on the provocative bulge in Bennie’s snug jeans. Pretty color tinged Bennie’s cheeks. “Let’s find out,” he invited and pulled his tee shirt over his head. He wiggled out of his jeans and Jordan chuckled as he tied the tutu around his hips. “Your underwear’s showing,” he pointed out. Bennie looked at the blue cotton peeking from under the edge of the pink fluff. “Easily fixed,” he declared, and Jordan almost choked when he slipped off the boxers. Bennie had grown in the past nine years and the tutu stopped shy of covering his balls. “f**k,” Jordan whispered, his d**k instantly hard. He reached to cup Bennie’s luscious sac, but Bennie skipped out of reach, laughing over his shoulder as he fled across the room. He did several surprisingly good pirouettes along the way, and Jordan made a strangled noise in his throat and started after him at the flash of his delicious ass. Bennie struck a casual pose against an old dresser, leaning on a hip, but nibbled his lips, a sure sign he was as aroused as Jordan. When he reached him, Jordan gripped the back of Bennie’s head to hold him in place and plundered his mouth, sucking the sweetness off his tongue. Bennie thrust his hips and Jordan lowered his hands to grip his firm ass and lift him onto the dresser. He laughed, seeing Bennie’s swollen c**k tangled in the layers of tulle. “This is a problem,” he murmured, and kneaded Bennie’s balls, loving his groan. He leaned down and gently bit Bennie’s d**k, savoring his helpless gasps as he continued nibbling up to the tip. A sudden crash on the floor made Bennie yelp, and Jordan jumped back as the discordant notes of an old song filled the air. Bennie’s smile was sheepish. “Sorry. Knocked it off the shelf.” They looked at the broken music box at Jordan’s feet, somehow still playing its haunting melody. Bennie’s face brightened. “Oh, something pretty.” He jumped off the dresser and retrieved a gold chain from the splinters. Jordan stared at the old fashioned skeleton key in Bennie’s hand, and for some unknown reason a shiver ran through him. “Put it down. I’m not through with you,” he coaxed. Bennie seemed captivated by the keepsake, his gaze slightly dazed when Jordan shook his arm. Blinking his eyes into focus, Bennie gave him a brilliant smile and slipped the gold chain over his neck, the black metal key resting obscenely against his leanly muscled chest. Jordan wanted to rip it off him. “You’ll have to catch me,” Bennie teased, backing away with a twirl of the pink tutu, giving Jordan another splendid view of his ass as he trotted away. Muttering a curse, Jordan gave chase. Bennie dodged behind furniture and boxes, avoiding Jordan several times before being caught in a dimly lit corner. “You’ll pay now,” Jordan threatened between kisses, then made Bennie face the wall and spread his legs. Christ! Bennie was f*****g hot. Jordan cupped his firm ass, spreading his cheeks open to expose his hole. Jordan went to his knees, eager as ever for a taste. He teased Bennie’s opening with the tip of his tongue until he whimpered, then licked and sucked the tangy treat in earnest until Bennie bucked and shivered in his hands, his moans growing needy. Jordan wished he’d brought lube with him. “Go on, f**k me,” Bennie groaned, but Jordan shook his head. Bennie didn’t mind a little pain, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he got the hole as wet as he could then stood. Quickly undoing his pants, he then plastered himself against Bennie’s warm body and slid his stiff c**k along the slick cleft, nudging his balls. Bennie grunted and shifted his stance, gripping his own c**k. They rocked together, Jordan gasping as he rutted while Bennie jerked himself off, moaning his own bliss. Too good. The delicious friction on his c**k and tantalizing scratch of the tutu on his skin was too much for Jordan, and he shouted as he came, barely able to hold Bennie up as his lean body shuddered against him. Bennie came with the strangled cry Jordan loved to wring from him. Panting together, Bennie seemed to recover first and eased Jordan off him. Turning, he twined his arms around Jordan’s neck and leaned against him, Jordan’s heart swelling at the fondness and laughter in his face. “That was amazing,” Bennie enthused, giving him a lingering kiss. The rough fabric of the tutu tickled Jordan’s c**k and balls until he felt himself growing hard again. “Want to see what other costumes fit?” he asked hopefully, and his heart jumped at Bennie’s approving grin. Jordan cupped Bennie’s chin, gently ran a thumb over his slightly swollen lips. “You’re so f*****g hot,” he murmured, and lingered over another kiss, running a finger along Bennie’s collarbone, drawing in his scent, the heat of his slim body. Jordan trailed his fingers lower, and jumped back with a startled cry as cold metal burned his fingertips. He stared at Bennie in shock, watched his lover’s eyes widen in surprise.  “What happened?” Bennie asked in confusion. Jordan gestured. “The key. It’s not cold on your skin?” “No.” Bennie lifted the key on its fine chain, studying it. “It’s just a key,” he said with a shrug. “Come on, let’s check out the costumes.” He let the key fall against his chest, and Jordan could swear he heard a dull thump and echo in the attic. No, just his imagination, he assured himself, and knelt at the steamer trunk with Bennie as he pulled out another costume, giggling as the spangled jacket caught the sunlight. “Hey, did you steal that from my mom?” Jordan protested, reaching for it. “You were supposed to give that back.” Bennie didn’t seem to hear him, his eyes as bright as the glittering garment, and in a moment Jordan climbed to his feet. “I’m going to make a sandwich. Want anything?” Bennie continued to ignore him and Jordan shook his head and made his way downstairs. What had gotten into Bennie? They were just clothes, for f**k’s sake.