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Twas the night

Alex hurridly put the finishing touches to his costume as he heard the doorbell ring downstairs. He knew who it was, his boyfriend Chris come to pick him up so the two of them could do trick or treating round the neighbourhood. His parents had told him he was too old, but he didn’t care, he was coming up on eighteen now, it would probably be the last year he got to do it.

He’d taken care with his costume, spending weeks finding the bits and pieces for both him and for Chris. They had decided to have a themed Halloween with their costumes, Chris dressed as a corpse groom, Alex his corpse bride. He’d had some issues with wearing a dress, but some how the other boy had managed to talk him into it. Anyway, with the long wig and heavy makeup, no one would know it was him anyway.

Alex tripped down the stairs on the high heeled shoes, almost falling on his face but catching himself just in time on the banister. When he pulled open the door, Chris was standing there with a huge grin on his made-up face, holding out a hollow, plastic pumpkin with a handle.

“Here you go,” he said, handing the pumpkin to Alex. It was a bucket for him to collect his candy in- a ritual item that they used every year. After they’d been out, they would go to Chris’s house and sort out their takings, usually stuffing themselves before they fell asleep.

“You look beautiful, baby,” Chris told his boyfriend, standing back to inspect him and smiling when the other did a twirl for him. They’d managed to find an old wedding dress at a charity store, one that didn’t look half bad on Alex’s slender frame, and they’d made some modifications, ripping it here or there, streaking dirt over it to give it that authentic look. His wig was long and black, framing his face with long bangs and hanging down his back. He thought it looked odd, especially since Alex’s normal hair was short and blond.

Still, he couldn’t deny just how sexy he thought the boy looked in his getup.

Chris himself wore an old suit that had been his father’s. Once they’d obtained permission, they’d gone about ruining it in the same fashion as Alex’s dress and with his own make up to make his face pale, he really looked the part.

He reached up to brush his long, brown bangs out of his eyes for the hundredth time and smiled at Alex.

“Ready to go?”

When the blond nodded, Chris held out his arm for the other to take and lead him out the front door. The street was littered with children running back and forth, some in little groups on their own, some with parents, but all shouting, screaming and demanding candy. Alex couldn’t help but laugh as a tiny devil and an equally tiny angel ran past them with huge buckets of candy in their arms.

There were going to be many parents having to deal with hyper children that night.

It was hard not to trip over the kids as they made their way down the sidewalk. They were literally everywhere, and being children, they liked to stand right in the way.

Chris was being a proper gentlemen, helping Alex when he lost his footing on the high heels, guiding him around puddles left by the day’s rain and even opening the gates for him as they made their way to the houses. But it wasn’t due to his costume, and the two playing their own parts at Halloween, it was just Chris. He was thoughtful and caring, two of many qualities that had drawn Alex to him in the first place.

By the time they got halfway down the street, the amount of children was dwindling. It was starting to get late and most of the parents decided it was time to take them home to bed, leaving the older kids and the teenagers with an almost empty street. There weren’t many other people their age out trick or treating that night, which they didn’t mind as it meant more candy for them.

While it was true that Chris was a gentleman, that night he seemed to have a case of ‘wandering hand’. Many times his hand would ‘accidentally’ wander down to slide over Alex’s butt or caress his hip softly when he thought no one was looking. Not that Alex minded, but the touching, the closeness was beginning to give him a problem.

He practically ran out of the last house, pulling Chris round the corner into a dark, empty alleyway. Buckets of candy were dropped as Alex suddenly attacked his lover, winding arms around his neck and kissing him deeply.

The brunette grinned against his boyfriend’s lips, trailing his hands down his slender waist to grasp his hips lightly. He’d reached the goal he’d aimed for with his teasing caresses, knowing Alex was a lusty creature and would pounce on him at the first opportunity.

“Something wrong, baby?” Chris asked teasingly when the blond pulled back and he just got a growl in response while slender fingers began working on the buttons of his jacket. He glanced up and down the alleyway, wondering if it was the best place to be taking his clothes off, but there was no one in sight.

The brunette moved to assist Alex in removing his clothes and soon his shirt joined his jacket draped over their buckets on the ground. By then, he was getting aroused and it was hard to stop himself just pouncing on Alex and having him right then. He just thought they were going to fool around a little then go home, but apparently, the blond had other ideas.

Alex attacked his lover’s mouth once more, while his hands fumbled with the skirts of the dress he wore. He pulled away just long enough to snag his underwear and tugged the fabric down his slim hips to slide off over his feet. When he dropped them onto the pile of clothing, he shot Chris a lusty look.

“Fuck me.”

The brunette just stared at him for a few moments, shocked by his sudden forwardness. They’d never done anything in public before…beyond a little fumbling in the movie theatre, the whole thing began to feel deliciously naughty. He was completely hard as he watched Alex pull off his underwear, caught up with thoughts of tugging the dress up and taking him deeply. He made up his mind to encourage the other to wear skirts more often.

“You sure, baby?” he forced himself to ask as his hands fumbled with the button on his pants. It gave way eventually and he tugged the zipper down to release his aching hardness with a contented sigh. Alex just nodded in response, hiking up the skirts of the dress to above his waist and revealing his equally hard cock. He shot Chris a look.

“Do you even have to ask?”

“I didn’t bring any lube…” Chris sighed. He hated taking the blond without any lube, he didn’t want to hurt him. Alex surprised him, however, by pulling a small tube out of some unseen compartment in his outfit.

The brunette took the tube with strong hands, pressing his lover back against the wall and bending down to kiss him. He was almost a foot taller than Alex, something he really loved when the blond had to stand on tiptoes to kiss him.

“Well if you’re sure,” he murmured, pressing Alex’s legs apart and sliding between them. He wasn’t surprised when the blond shifted to wrap slim legs around his waist, his weight now supported between him and the wall. The dress was an annoyance, bunching up between them and getting in the way, but he would put up with it.

He gifted the boy with another deep kiss as he squeezed a little lube onto his fingers. The tube was handed to Alex as he moved his hand down to the blond’s backside, grasping his hip with his other hand as his finger circled that willing entrance.

The boy broke away with a gasp as Chris began to press a finger into him, head lolling back against the wall and eyes sliding closed in pleasure. He was achingly hard, tempted to tell his lover to just forget the lube and fuck him dry, but he knew he wouldn’t do that. He had to settle for waiting patiently as first one finger, then two slid inside of him.

“Doing okay baby?” Chris asked, leaning to press a kiss on each closed eyelid as he scissored his fingers inside the boy. He got only a moan in response, an urge to go faster and he complied, sliding the third finger in to really stretch him out.

When he eventually withdrew his fingers, Alex let out a soft moan of disappointment. Chris took the tube again, squeezing out more lube to reach down and cover his own cock thoroughly. He wouldn’t risk hurting the other, not in a million years.

By the time he was done, Alex was moaning in urgency, rubbing against him as much as the position he was in would allow.

“So impatient,” he whispered as he reached to grasp his cock, positioning the head at his boyfriend’s entrance. He pressed another soft kiss to willing lips as he began to push inside, swallowing the gasped whimper eagerly.

No matter how many times they had sex, Alex was always tight. They did it as much as they could, but even after so much preparation, he found it hard to push himself inside without hurting the boy. It was hard to resist thrusting inside with one push, with the impossibly tight heat surrounding him and he had to constantly remind himself to slow down. Not that Alex seemed to care. He just urged Chris to go faster, not caring if he got hurt or not.

Alex was moaning constantly by the time he was fully seated inside him, lips parted, eyes closed and head thrown back like some erotic dream. Chris grasped his hips, burying his face in the crook of his lover’s shoulder as he pulled out almost all the way only to thrust back in again slowly. Fucking the boy was his favourite thing to do, and he did it as often as he could. He loved the way Alex would grip him so beautifully, the tightness closing around him and making him almost come on the spot. He kept his first thrusts deliberately slow, not wanting to lose control so early.

“Harder,” Alex panted, fingers digging into the brunette’s bare shoulders. “Fuck me harder...faster…please.”

It wasn’t unusual for Alex to beg him and he could never resist. His hold tightened on slender hips as he increased his pace, thrusting hard into the other’s body, hard enough to jerk his body against the wall with every push. The blond would probably end up with a number of scratches on his back, but at that point, neither of them cared.

Chris slammed back into the blond, pulling a loud moan from his lips and he suddenly froze. There were footsteps out on the road, a mere ten metres from where they stood, more than one person from the sound of it. As they passed the alley, Chris was thankful that they were in the shadows, and the other people couldn’t see them without venturing down a few steps into the darkness.

The group paused, four or five teens, stopping to look in each other’s buckets and bags of candy. Chris was going to wait for them to move but Alex had other ideas. He used the wall to lever his body up, then let himself drop back down onto his boyfriend’s cock. He bit his lip to hold back a moan then repeated the action, fucking himself while Chris looked on with some shock.

Eventually the group moved on and the brunette grinned, leaning down closer to Alex and nipping at his bottom lip.

“I didn’t know you were such a naughty boy,” he whispered, resuming his thrusts into the willing body. “I’m gunna…ah…have to remember this for the next time…we see a movie. Get you to give me head in the back row.”

“Yes…” Alex hissed in answer, “Get on my knees, where anyone…anyone can see me…and suck your…ah…your perfect cock.”

Chris growled, giving the boy a particularly hard thrust. “I’d like that baby.”

A few minutes later, he decided the position wasn’t good enough. It was nice, but it was awkward for him to just let go and fuck Alex like he wanted to. The boy moaned as he pulled out, grabbing his arms in an attempt to stop him, but Chris just laughed, lowering slender legs to the ground.

“Turn around, put your palms on the wall.”

Alex did as he was told, his dress caught around his hips so his backside was displayed so temptingly. He was expecting Chris to slide back into him again, hands were placed on his hips and he heard the sound of the other moving. The next thing he knew, something hot and slick was being pressed against him.

Fingers pressed into his body along with Chris’s tongue and the brunette’s other hand moved to wrap around his cock, pumping slowly.

“Oh…Chris…oh….oh…God,” he panted, almost lost in the sensations, his body tingling all over. When Chris’s finger pressed against that spot inside him, he cried out, arching his back, his hands slipping against the wall. He only just caught himself in time and rested his elbows on the wall, feeling his orgasm building up.

When he was just teetering on the edge, Chris suddenly withdrew and stood up. Hands grasped his hips once more as the brunette slid his aching cock back inside, pausing just for a moment before he began thrusting once more.

“I want us to come together baby,” Chris told him, leaning over his back to nip at his ear. The boy could feel his own orgasm building and he increased his pace, jabbing Alex’s prostate almost every stroke.

It was just a few moments later when the blond lost it. His body tightened impossibly and he threw his head back, a moan escaping his lips as he came, spurting up onto the wall in front of him. The tightness was too much for Chris and he followed mere seconds later, holding Alex’s hips tight enough to bruise as he fell into orgasm, filling his boyfriend with his hot seed.

Neither of them moved for a few moments. Chris leaned against the blond’s back, panting heavily, but he eventually shifted backwards, his limp cock sliding out of his boyfriend. He fished a tissue out of his pants pocket to clean both of them up and discarded it behind one of the bins in the alleyway. Chris then bent to collect his clothing, slipping his shirt and jacket back on.

When he spied Alex’s underwear, he snatched them up quickly, stuffing them into his pocket, despite the blond’s look.

“I like the idea that you get to spend the rest of the night going commando,” Chris grinned, watching Alex move away from the wall, pulling his dress back down over his hips. “Who knows…maybe when we get home, I’ll just take you aside and lift your skirt and just fuck you again.”

Alex laughed, bending down to gather the candy that had spilled from the buckets before picking both of them up. Chris’s arm slid round his shoulders as they left the alley, making their way back down the street.

“You know what, baby?” the brunette asked as they walked, waiting until Alex turned to him before pressing a soft kiss on his lips. “You should wear skirts more often.”

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