Sugar High
“But Steve, we told her a month
ago we’d take her!” Brian crossed his arms and pouted.
“I know that and I’m sorry. Emily’s mum wants her new boyfriend to
take her. She thinks it would be a good chance for them to bond.”
“She’s just gonna dump the bloke in a week anyway! This isn’t fair,
Emily asked US personally to take her trick or treating!” Brian plopped onto
the sofa in a huff, grimacing as his green and gold fairy wings poked into his
back.
Steve sighed and rubbed his face. “I know I know I KNOW! I’ve
said I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do about it. Now would you please get
out of here before my date comes over?”
Brian stood up, adjusting the barely there metallic green skirt on his hips.
“Fine!” He looked over at Stefan, who had refused to dress up for the
occasion. “Let’s go somewhere we’ll be appreciated.” Flipping
down his feather covered mask he strode from the apartment.
Stef just shrugged, his body looking even more lanky in the black jeans and
turtleneck. “We’ll call you tomorrow or something.” He gave
Steve a quick hug before rushing out to find Brian. He was curled up on
the bus stop bench, swinging his legs and staring at the ground. Stef
walked up behind him and gentley rubbed his shoulders. “Emm adores you,
Brian. So does her mum. Don’t take it personally.”
“It’s not really that,” he said with a deep sigh. He looked up,
green eyes blinking from behind his mask. “When my mom found Jesus she
made me stop celebrating Halloween and I missed out on the last couple of years
that I could have actually gone trick or treating.” He shrugged his
shoulders, kicking a Pepsi can that was rolling by. “I guess I was so
excited tonight because it was sort of like... reclaiming my childhood.”
Stef moved his hands to encircle Brian’s chest, holding him close and kissing
the top of his head. “Maybe we can take her next year.”
“Fuck that!” Brian jumped up and shook open the plastic Harry Potter
bag he’d brought for her. “I’m not waiting!” He grabbed
Stef’s hand and dragged him down the street. Running up to a little blue
and white house, he knocked on the door. “Trick or treat!”
A middle aged brunette woman answered, her arms weighted down by a huge bowl of
candy. “Ohh, what a lovely little girl! How old are you? 11?
12?”
“28,” Brian grinned and held out his bag.
The woman laughed and dug into her bowl of goodies. “What a joker.
Here, I’ll put in one for you and one for your daddy.” She gave
Stef a sexy wink, which made him shift uncomfortably. Brian grabbed his
hand and ran to the next house before the lady had time to drop her phone number
in as well.
Stef shuffled along grumbling, “Your father, hmmph. You’re older than
I am!”
Brian pulled out one of the mini candy bars and handed it to him. “Here
daddy, chocolate will make you feel better.”
Stefan tore open the wrapper, pouting until he got the chocolate into his mouth.
“Oooo, nuget!”
They went from house to house, covering half of London it seemed. For once
Stef was complaining his feet hurt before Brian was. Brian dragged him
around until it’d gotten so late no one would answer their door anymore.
In his cute little fairy dress and the big mask covering half his face,
Brian had no trouble passing for a pre-teen female and managed to get his bag
filled almost to the top.
Bursting into Brian’s flat in a fit of giggles, they ran straight to the
bedroom and overturned the candy bag on his huge four-poster bed. Mars
bars, jawbreakers, bubblegum, and a ton of other treats spilled across the satin
comforter. Brian plopped down and started separating things into
categories. “Smarties go here. Reese’s cups over here. A
box of raisons!? Ick, I hate those health food junkies, they ruin Halloween!
I mean, if you’re not gonna give out candy, at least give out something
useful like condoms or those little bottles of alcohol you get on air planes.
Ooooo a full size 3 Musketeers bar!” He started bouncing up and down,
ripping off the shiny silver wrapper.
“Look at you. You’ve got melted chocolate all over,” Stef scolded,
taking Brian’s hand to lick the smudges off his fingertips.
“That’s not a very fatherly way to clean up your daughter,” Brian winked.
“If you make even one ‘Who’s your daddy’ joke, I’m leaving.”
Pulling Brian off the bed, he pinned him back against a bedpost, both of them
giddy on a sugar high from the candy they’d already consumed. He started
licking the chocolate from Brian’s lips and cheek, feeling the soft mask brush
against his eyelids. Brian moaned and his legs snapped open on reflex,
giving Stef access to pull off his glittery green pantyhose. The mask and
dress were quickly thrown to the floor but when Brian started unhooking the
wings, Stef put a hand over his to stop him. “Leave them on. It’s
sexy.” He kissed and licked down Brian’s chest, slicking it with his
mouth. He laid him back on the bed, positioning him so his head and
shoulders hung off the edge, keeping the wings from being crushed. Grabbing
the pile of pixie stixs Brian had made, he tore the tops off all of them and
poured the different colored powders over the fairy’s glistening torso. The
sugars blended together into a psychedelic tapestry over his pale skin.
Starting at the top of Brian’s chest, he followed the indent of flesh that ran
between his pecks and down to his belly button, lapping up the sugary candy
covering it. He moved to a nipple, swirling his tongue through the green
and blue mixture sweetening it.
Taking a step back, Stefan stripped off his turtleneck to reveal a little silver
chain connecting his nipple rings. “Where’d you get that?” Brian
asked, sitting up to examine it closer.
“I got it free with my new piercing.” He flicked out his tongue to show off
the blue barbell through it.
Brain squealed and got up on his knees, pulling him close. “Oh please,
please, PLEASE tell me that’s healed up and ready to be used!”
“Only one way to find out,” Stef clicked the ball against his teeth and
shucked off his pants. He stood Brian up against the bedpost at the foot
of the bed, stretching his arms up to attach them to the leather cuffs that were
bolted to the post. He started licking down his chest again, both of them
moaning as Stefan slid teasingly slow down the smaller man’s body. Brian
was twisting in his bonds, writhing against the polished wood behind him, when
suddenly Stefan screamed. “Oh my god! Don’t move!”
Brian’s eyes flew open. “What is it baby. Ow! What the
fuck are you doing!?”
“Um, hun, we’ve got a problem.” Stef gave him a sheepish grin.
“It seems that my nipple chain is tangled up in your pubic hair.”
“WHAT!?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll fix it!”
Stef started trying to untangle himself but every movement either pulled his
nipples painfully or tugged at Brian’s pubes. He tried taking out the
piercing but the clasps in the tension rings were too tight for him to undo by
himself. After about ten minutes the smaller man was sick of the abuse.
“Just uncuff me and I’ll do it!” Stef tried to get up but he
could only reach the top of Brian’s head, not even close to the cuffs. Brian
growled in frustration, “Grab your pants, get your cell phone, and call Steve
to bring over a pair of scissors and cut us free.”
“No way! We’d never hear the end of it. Just give me a minute to
figure this out.” He grabbed one of the mini Twix bars from the bed and
started eating.
“Stef darling,” Brian said with mock sweetness, “I don’t think this is
the best time for a candy break!”
“Sugar helps me think.” He finished that off and moved to another
treat but 3 Laffy Taffies, 2 M&M bags, and 5 Sweet Tarts later he still had
no clue how to get them free. He reached for a Snickers bar but before he
could eat it he noticed the wrapper was split. Pulling out the chocolate
bar and breaking it apart he found a razor blade stuck inside of it. “This is
repulsive! What sort of sicko gives a little girl something like this?”
Brian kicked him lightly to get his attention. “You can use it to cut us
free.” He sucked in his stomach and held perfectly still as Stefan ran
the blade across his pubes. They finally got separated and Brian let out a
huge sigh of relief before bending his head down to inspect the damage. “Oh
great, now I have a bald spot in TWO places!” Stef stumbled to his feet
and got Brian uncuffed. The singer pressed his Pixie Stix covered chest to
Stef and licked his earlobe. “Now then, where were we?”
“I think I ate too much candy,” Stef pouted, holding onto his stomach and
running toward the bathroom.
Brian grumbled and sat on the bed, idly rummaging through his stash. “Ooo,
Skittles!”