Helluvaween by Kimberly Gardner

©2008 Kimberly Gardner, all rights reserved.

Tim leaned over the table and bounced the quarter off the back of his hand. The coin hit the side of the glass–clink–and dropped to the table’s sticky surface.

“Shit man,” Tim’s roommate yelled over the pounding beat of the music, ” you fucking suck at this game, Landis. Now drink up.” He laughed and everyone gathered around the table joined in.

Everyone except Chris.

“Fuck you, asshole,” Tim said, but he was laughing right along with the others. Picking up the glass, he downed the spiked apple cider in a single, long swallow. He thumped the empty back down on the table and Chris saw his chance.

He bumped Tim’s shoulder. “C’mon babe, let’s get out of here.”

Tim turned bleary blue eyes to his boyfriend of four months. “I’m just getting warmed up, Chrisy.” He gave Chris a lopsided grin and tried to wink but ended up closing both eyes and scrunching up his nose instead.

Chris forced a laugh. “I’d say you’re more than warmed up.” He slid his arm around Tim’s waist and tugged him away from the table.

No one seemed to notice them going, or if they did no one cared. They left the dorm where the party was still in high gear, Tim leaning heavily on Chris’s arm, the two of them weaving a little since Chris himself wasn’t entirely sober.

Chilly autumn air slapped Chris’s heated face. It felt good after the overly warm dormitory packed with gyrating sweaty bodies. Chris inhaled deeply. The warm weight of his lover’s slim form against his side felt good as they made their way across campus toward Tim’s dorm.

Tim’s head lolled against Chris’s shoulder and Chris tugged his lover a little closer. Fallen leaves crunched under their feet and the air held that distinctive autumn scent, a little bitter, and fragrant with the coming change of season. Somewhere there was a fireplace burning, Chris could smell the smoke and the smell made him a little nostalgic for the bonfires of the summer.

The two of them had been dating since fourth of July and all summer it had been great. But now that they were both back at their respective colleges, time and distance seemed to be taking a toll on the relationship.

Miraculously they reached Tim’s dorm without incident. Through the front door and past the dorm attendant, Chris kept Tim moving and prayed he wouldn’t pass out before Chris got him up the stairs.

“Whoa!” Tim stumbled against Chris, his keys clattering to the hall floor.

Chris staggered under his lover’s slight weight, the two of them nearly tumbling backward down the steps.

Tim laughed like a lunatic and clutched Chris. “Jesus shit man, I am so drunk.”

Chris tightened his arm around Tim’s waist and took most of the smaller man’s weight. “I noticed.” He dropped a light kiss on Tim’s lips. “I told you that spiked apple cider was deadly.”

Tim shook his head. Slender arms wrapped around Chris and Tim pulled his head down for a longer kiss tasting of apples and whatever they’d used to spike the cider. “Nah, it was the quarters game that did me in. I should know not to play drinking games with those guys. They kill me every time.” He caught Chris’s lower lip between his teeth and tugged. “God, I fucking love your mouth, Chrisy. Love kissing you.”

Chris’s heart gave a funny little flip in his chest. He pulled Tim closer and took his mouth in a longer, much deeper kiss.

Tim moaned into Chris’s mouth and molded himself against his lover’s body. Even through the layers of ruffles under Tim’s ballerina skirt, Chris could feel the hard length of Tim’s cock pushing against his thigh.

Blood surged in to Chris’s dick. His head swam.

From the landing above them someone let out a wolf-whistle. “Hey, will you two get a room?”

Tim looked up, squinting into the shadows. “Already got a room, asshole.”

“Then use it, man.” There was male laughter then the sound of a door banging shut.

Tim laughed. “That’s Patterson. He really is an asshole.”

Releasing his lover, Chris stooped and picked up the key and handed it back to Tim.

Tim clutched the key. He circled the knob twice, the key jittering all around the keyhole. “Fuck.”

Chris steadied Tim’s hand while he slid the key home. As he pushed open the door he nuzzled Tim’s ear. “Okay babe?”

Tim nodded and careened into the room. “You bet. Never better.”

Tim would be out the minute he hit the bed, no doubt about that.
Chris suppressed a sigh. Look like he wouldn’t be getting any tonight.

Chris pasted on a grin. “I hope you can aim your cock better than that key, babe.” He nipped Tim’s earlobe. “Otherwise you’re liable to be sticking it in my ear.”

Tim giggled. He wrapped his arms around Chris and kissed him. “Why don’t you top this time?”

Chris ran his hands down the slick satin of Tim’s costume. Mmm, he loved Tim’s body. All those long lean muscles encased in that slippery sexy material.

“Why don’t I just suck you off? You can come in my mouth.”

Tim rested his head on Chris’s shoulder. “Want to fuck.” He slid his hands under Chris’s shirt. “But I think I’m too drunk to top.”

“I think you’re too drunk to fuck.”

“Never too drunk to fuck. Not with you anyway.” Tim molded their bodies together and began to hump Chris’s leg. “I swear, you are so fucking hot, Chrisy.” Tim’s hands found his skin and Chris shivered. “You think I’m hot, babe?”

Chris laughed. “Are you kidding? You’re the hottest thing ever.”

“Even in pink ruffles?” Tim’s hand slid down the back of Chris’s jeans.

“Especially in pink ruffles,” Chris teased. “It’s a good look for you. I like it. Makes me so horny.”
He slipped his hands under the layers of ruffles under Tim’s skirt and found his lover’s firm little ass. He squeezed a double handful eliciting a squeak from Tim. “So hot. So tight. So sexy.” He rubbed their noses together. “You make me so fucking hard, Timmy.”

Tim let the tip of one finger tease Chris’s crease and circle his entrance. Tim’s lips brushed Chris’s ear. “Sweet talker. You keep saying stuff like that you’re going to make me come in my panties.”

“Can’t have that, can we? Not when you should be coming in my mouth instead.” Chris tumbled his lover back on the narrow bed and pushed up the frilly skirt. Yanking down the lacy thong that was hardly big enough to hold Tim’s package, Chris found the hot, silky skin of Tim’s erection with his lips.

If this was going to be their last time together, he was damn well going to make it memorable. Timmy was never going to forget him.

He mouthed Tim’s cock, sliding his lips along the heated length while he rolled Tim’s balls between his fingers.

Tim groaned, hips shifting restlessly on the mattress. Fingers fisted in Chris’s hair. “Ah, babe, please? You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”

Chris raised his head and grinned up at Tim. “Isn’t that the whole point?”

He licked a line up Tim’s shaft, and Probed the slit with his tongue, tasting the salty sweetness of pre-cum.

God, he was going to miss Tim.

“Chris, wait.” Tim yanked on his hair, pulling his head back up and staring down at him over a sea of pink ruffles. His face was serious even with his cheeks flushed and his eyes dark with need and something else.

“I haven’t been with anybody else,” Tim said. “Not all summer. Not since school started. Not since I met you.”

Chris’s heart did that little stutter-step again as the weight of Tim’s words sank in. His mouth was suddenly dry. He licked his lips.
“I haven’t either,” Chris said very quietly. “haven’t wanted to.”

They both fell silent.

Chris rested his cheek against Tim’s thigh and buried his nose in the curls at the base of Tim’s cock. Inhaling his lover’s now-familiar scent Chris rolled the words around in his mouth, the words he wanted to give to Tim.

But rather than speak he slid his lips down over the head of Tim’s cock, swallowing him down to the root.

This he could do. Cock sucking was easy. Just sex. As for speaking those words, he wasn’t so sure he could do that.

Chris set up a steady rhythm, sucking and swirling his tongue around the length, tracing the big vein on each upstroke then swallowing around the head when he took Tim deep. He concentrated, putting everything he couldn’t say into his actions.

Tim writhed and moaned, words and noises spilling from his lips in an indistinct jumble. Once again he yanked hard on Chris’s hair.

“Gonna come. Chris, oh god. Do it. Finish me.”

Reaching down Chris wrapped a hand around his own neglected cock and pumped, fisting his length and swiping his thumb over the head as he doubled his effort on his lover’s dick.

Tim cried out, his cock swelling and pulsing against Chris’s tongue. Chris’s mouth filled with cum and he swallowed convulsively, Tim’s flavor bringing on his own orgasm. Chris’s balls pulled tight and sparks raced along his spine. Warm wetness spilled over his fingers as he drew out the last of Tim’s climax along with his own.

Letting his lover’s spent cock slip from his lips, Chris crawled up Tim’s body and brought their lips together.

“Mmm,” Tim hummed with approval, sucking Chris’s tongue into his mouth before breaking the kiss. “You taste good.”

“I taste like you.” Chris took another brief kiss.

He started to roll off Tim. His lover held him still, slender arms going tight around Chris. “Don’t move. Just stay here a minute.”

“I feel like I’m squashing you.” Chris rubbed his cheek against Tim’s.

“I have to tell you something,” Tim said.

Oh shit. Here it comes. Tim was breaking up with him.

Chris shut his eyes. “What?”

There was an unbearable beat of silence during which Chris died a thousand times. He was on the verge of telling Tim to just say it and get it over with when his lover spoke.

“I think I love you, Chrisy.”

Chris opened his mouth, but Tim wasn’t finished.

“Don’t say anything. I know it’s dumb and I probably shouldn’t have told you.” A pause and Tim pulled in an audible breath. “You don’t have to say it back. I just … well, I just–”

A huge wave of relief swept through Chris and he shut Tim up the only way he knew. He sealed their lips together in a hard kiss.

“I love you too,” Chris said, raising his head and holding Tim’s gaze with his.

“Yeah?”

“yeah.” He rested his forehead against Tim’s. “You scared the shit out of me. I thought we were breaking up.”

“Not hardly.” Tim laughed. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy, Chrisy.” He nipped at Chris’s jaw. “You aren’t that lucky.”

Chris hummed noncommittally. Secretly he thought he was just about the luckiest guy ever.

As he drifted off to sleep, Chris let his thoughts turn to Thanksgiving. Tomorrow he would ask Tim to come home with him. This year was promising to be the best holiday season in a long time. Maybe ever.

Written by Kimberly Gardner

As early as the seventh grade, Kimberly remembers slashing her favorite rockstars and reading romance. So it’s not surprising that her two passions, romance and putting pretty boys with other pretty boys, should come together in her writing. Moliere said, “Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, then for a few close friends, then for money.” Kimberly is delighted to finally be doing it for money.
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