Trick or Treat

Title: Trick or Treat Part One
Words: 5385
Main Characters: Tarja Trellis, Léon Andres
Warnings: disturbing humor, explicit sex between males, bad language, my crappy attemps at using spanish endearments

"You know that you have to celebrate Halloween as long as you live here with me right Tarj?" León whispered into my ear, his lanky body pressing into the back of my body, warm skin almost scalding me with its heat. I imagined that if I turned my head, that my roommate's dark brown eyes would be scalding with their intensity. "I already picked up a costume for you from Maman's store. You're going to love it!"

I rolled my eyes even though Léon couldn't see my face and went back to what I had been doing before my handsome roommate had come in the kitchen: fixing a nice thick stew for my Hispanic boyfriend to have for work.

"I didn't promise you anything Léon," I reminded him gently, chopping a radish into rough slices and tossing them into the bubbling pot on the stove. "When you told me of your plans I flat out ignored you. I have no intention of dressing up like a hooker just to satisfy your sick need to get me almost naked."

"But-" I cut off Léon's slightly offended-sounding protest by turning around and pressing the flat of my knife to his open mouth.

"Shush Léon," I whispered, suddenly becoming very aware of the way that Léon's muscular body fit against my own, slightly leaner frame. "I didn't say that I wouldn't wear the costume. After all, Maman made it special for me right?"

Maman is Léon's wonderfully open minded grandmother. A survivor of Hurricane Katrina back in 2006, Maman had come up to where Léon and his family lived near the town of Lawrence, Massachusetts and she's been there ever since. Maman was the reason why Léon and I had moved in together, why the two of us were able to meet and start living together.

Needing to make a decent amount of money to take care of herself and help out Léon's family, Maman soon started her own costume shop, a throwback to the store that she used to work at in the French Quarter when she was a young girl.

"What did Maman make for me?" I asked, moving the knife aside so that Léon could speak without worrying that I would accidentally cut him with the knife's blade. I moved my arm back at an awkward angle and let the knife drop onto my cutting board. It made a noisy clattering sound and for a second I wondered if maybe I should have turned to steady the knife lest it send my ingredients flying all over the countertop.

Léon's hands closed around my hipbones and I forgot for a second why I was even in the kitchen. I peeked up at him through the lace of my eyelashes, feeling a coy smile curving up the corners of my lips.

Léon always had a weakness for my smile. Or at least that's what he said when I asked him.

"Your smile is so cute," Léon whispered, lowering his head so that our faces were less than a few inches apart. "I can't help but think about you all of the time, even when I'm at work and my boss is telling me to concentrate and get my shit together before somebody gets hurt."

He was so close that I could feel his warm breath fanning over my cheeks as well as an attractive day's growth of stubble that was spread over Léon's angular jaw.

I blushed, trying to resist my natural urge to kiss Léon.

"You need to shave hun," I murmured, my head swimming as Léon stepped even closer into my field of vision. "You look like a hobo..." I let my words trailed off since I expected Léon to glare at me or make some kind of immature comment.

All that the larger man did was press his body closer into mine and smile down at me. One of his hands wound up on my hip, the tips of his fingers burning my skin with the feeling of him so close to me.

"I thought you liked the hobo look. Was I wrong?"

I shook my head and rose up onto my tiptoes, rubbing my cheek against Léon’s rough jaw as if I was a cat scent marking its owner. His stubble was scratchy against my skin, a gentle burn that made my skin tingle.

I kissed Léon on the cheek quickly. “Mmmm. I like you when you’re all rough and stubbly,” I purred, flicking my tongue over the tip of Léon’s nose before pulling away and turning back to the stove. “But I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. You’d better not plan on dressing up as a hobo for Halloween!”

Léon chuckled lowly and patted my shoulder gently before leaning down and dropping a series of kisses over my bare shoulders. “Don’t worry querido,” he whispered in his husky voice, “What I have planned for us to wear is much better.”

My fingers clenched around the knife handle as I rough chopped some carrots and onions and tossed those too into the merrily bubbling soup pot. Léon’s nearness was just too distracting and I squirmed slowly as my roommate (and boyfriend) pressed the heat of his slowly rising erection into my backside.

“Stop it Léon,” I whined, smacking at his hand with the hand that wasn’t holding the knife in a death-grip. “I don’t want the soup to burn!”

“I won’t let it burn,” Léon promised, his quick fingers working at the ties to my apron and letting the plaid fabric slide to the floor. “I just want to taste you before I leave...”

Léon pressed a kiss to the back of my ear as he undid the ties of my sweatpants and slid his hand down into the front, ignoring my half-hearted pleas for him to stop. Léon cupped me through my underwear, curling his fingers around my half-hard penis and pulling at the slick flesh until I moaned his name and slumped back against him as my knees gave out.

“Please Léon,” I whispered, my voice needy in tone as I tugged at the strong bands of his fingers as they dared to delve under the waistband of my grey boxer-briefs. “You have to go to work in less than an hour, that’s not even enough time for us to have sex.” Léon kissed the back of my neck, gently rubbing his stubbly cheeks over my sensitive skin and making me giggle at the ticklish sensation.

Léon wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me tight against his body and keeping me from squirming away. With his free hand, Léon cupped my chin in his hand and turned my head so that he could press our lips together.

“Calm down querido,” Léon murmured lowly once he had pulled away from the kiss. “I haven’t taken the time to appreciate you lately. I won’t be late for work and you won’t burn the soup. Stop worrying!”

I gave into Léon’s husky entreaties with a soft sigh, turning around and rising up on the tips of my toes so that I could kiss my boyfriend properly.

“Fine Léon,” I grumbled, burying my head in the crook of Léon’s thick neck and nipping at his darkly tanned skin. “But if my soup burns then you’re going to go hungry tonight.”

Léon shrugged. I could feel the play of his strong muscles against my skin and I shivered as I remembered how those muscles felt once Léon had started to fuck me. A quick kiss and a sharp, stinging nip to my shoulder made my breath hitch.

“Mmm I doubt it,” he purred, his accent becoming stronger as his voice deepened with lust. “You love me too much to let me go hungry.”

I blushed because I knew that he was right.

Léon tipped my chin up and pressed our lips together again, this time using more pressure to make me sigh and open my mouth slightly. His tongue slid into my mouth gently, knowing by now to go slow unless he wanted to get bitten.

His tongue moved against mine slowly, trying to coax me into kissing him back without forcing me to do so.

I really don’t like kissing. I mean...I like kissing Léon but I honestly have never found anything attractive about having someone else’s tongue in my mouth.

“No more kissing please,” I whispered, pushing Léon away gently so that I could look into his chocolate colored eyes. “I want you inside of me-”

Léon cut me off with a fierce kiss that made my penis twitch and I felt my cockhead slide over the now-soaked fabric of my underwear. When he pulled away from my lips, all I could do was blink up at him stupidly and clench my fingers in his sleeves.

“Let me think about it for a second,” Léon purred teasingly, stroking his fingers over my cheek and drawing them away before I could part my lips and draw them into my mouth. “Maybe I should let you get back to cooking. After all, I work a double tonight and I would hate to waste your good food.”

I growled under my breath and reached out to pull Léon closer so that I could kiss him. But Léon merely batted my hands aside and moved to stand on the opposite side of the kitchen, leaning lightly on the marble countertop and smirking at me.

“Finish cooking love,” Léon whispered in his husky voice, “I’ll take care of you before I leave. I promise.” My jaw dropped and I blinked over at my lover, sure that shock was evident in my dark brown eyes. “You’re serious? You won’t fuck me or tease me or anything?”

Léon’s responding smile was purely evil and he hooked his fingers in the bottom of his thin white tee-shirt, pulling the fabric up slowly and revealing his flat stomach to my hungry eyes. “Fuck you: Not yet. Tease you: Of course.” He whipped the shirt off in a seamless move that looked so graceful and sensual that I had to wipe a drop of drool from the corner of my mouth.

I wanted to fuck Léon. I wanted nothing more than to curl my fingers around the waistband of my sweatpants and pull the soft fabric down so that Léon could see how much I wanted to be with him.

“Léon...” I found myself whispering throatily, my fingers closing loosely around the knife’s stainless steel handle. “You’re so mean to me-”

“Hurry up querido,” Léon hissed, his voice suddenly impatient. “The sooner you finish with dinner, the sooner I can play with you.”

I turned my attention back to the pot that was bubbling away on the stove as well as to the ingredients that I had yet to finish slicing up. There were still several potatoes waiting to be peeled and sliced thanks to my distraction in the form of Léon’s leanly muscled body.

“You distracted me!” I squawked, waving the knife in the air once or twice before returning to my task. “You suck!”

Léon chuckled darkly and I whipped around to glare at him.

“What?”

“You know exactly how much I suck now don’t you?” Léon grinned, exposing rather sharp canine teeth. “Don’t you like having my mouth around you?” I felt myself blush and I licked my lips as I struggled not to respond.

Those poor potatoes were getting some very rough treatment I realized, staring down at the neat mass of steaming hot potatoes. I dumped them into the pot, sucking in a hissed breath as some of the boiling hot liquid splashed over my fingers and scalded me.

“Oh oww,” I breathed, quickly turning around and heading for the sink. “I hate burns like this. What if I get a blister?”

Léon raised one eyebrow and took my hand in one of his, lifting it up to his face so that he could peer at the raw and red patch of skin. “It’s not as bad as you think it is sweetie.” He turned one of the taps on the sink and gently slid my hand underneath the flow of running water. “You probably won’t get a blister but you’ll probably be red for a little while.”

Léon held my hand under the cool water until the bright red glare of my skin lessened somewhat and the pain died down to a manageable tingling sensation that caused my fingers to cramp on and off.

“Are you finished yet?” Léon asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against his body. “I can’t wait for you any longer...”

I nodded against Léon’s chest and then reluctantly pulled away from my lover’s warm embrace to go back to the stove and turn the burner down to low.

“It’ll be fine for now,” I murmured lowly, still facing the stove as I had yet to work up the nerve to turn around and face the hunger that I knew had to be evident in Léon’s dark brown eyes.

“Good.”

Léon crooked one finger at me and I crossed over to his side within seconds. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his warm body, kissing me hungrily and making sure that I couldn’t pull away as his strong fingers loosely grasped the waistband of my pants and tugged them down until they were just above my knees.

“Step out of them,” Léon murmured, hunger darkening his already dark eyes, “I want to see your bare skin for once...” I found myself obeying him and I stepped out of my sweats, kicking them aside before turning back to my older lover.

I was nearly nude, dressed only in my skimpy underpants and a sweet smile for my lover. And for the first time in months, I felt comfortable in my near nudity.

“Do you have to work?” I whined, burying my face in the crook of Léon’s strongly corded neck and tracing a random pattern over the bare skin of his side with my right hand. “Can’t you stay at home with me?”

I knew that I was being too needy, but I couldn’t help the whine that crept into my voice as I was wracked with longing. I craved Léon’s touch so much sometimes that I couldn’t keep it from showing on my face and in my actions.

Léon shook his head and gently tilted my head up so that our eyes could meet. “I would if I could,” he admitted lowly, pressing the pad of his thumb against my parted lips. “But I have to finish the blueprint for my father’s more demanding clients before they withdraw their protection from our firm.”

Léon’s father was the owner of a construction/architecture firm that had held a monopoly on the city’s government contracts from the late 1960s. That prosperity had caught the eye of one of the city’s most notable mobsters and they had been threatening my almost father-in-law’s business for the past couple of decades.

“Is it Colin again?” I asked softly, not wanting to ruin the mood but confident that it was something that I could salvage once I had gotten my answers. “I know that he hates you because I chose you over him, but he pr-” Léon cut me off by covering my mouth with his large hand.

“Colin’s in jail.” He stated simply, “His second in command, French, wants me to work on a house for his parent’s retirement gift and who am I to refuse?”

My eyes widened and I blinked up at him.

“Frenchy got promoted?” I said in a surprised sounding whisper. “I didn’t think that he would ever move up in the ranks after he helped me get away from Colin.”

Léon kissed me hard after that, pressing our lips together and coaxing me into opening my mouth and accepting the insistent push of his tongue into my mouth. He pressed the palm of his hand into the small of my back, urging me to arch my back so that more of my bare skin could come into contact with his.

When we separated, I whimpered my lover’s name softly and pressed the palms of my hands against his chest. “Can we go in the living room?” I asked him, wanting a more comfortable place to relax and be pampered by my larger lover. We had tried to have sex in the kitchen before, but something embarrassing and/or painful always happened.

The last time that we had sex in the kitchen, I had reached for something to hold onto while Léon made love to me. Instead of grabbing the countertop or even the handle for the oven door, my fingers had closed around a butcher knife.

Trust me when I say that nearly having your hand sliced in two does wonders to kill the mood. I ended up having to get twenty stitches in the front of my hand alone and I was so doped up on pain-killers that I couldn’t even have a wet dream if I wanted to.

Léon took my hand gently, snapping me out of my thoughts. “I thought that we could give the kitchen one more chance...”

He kissed me on the cheek and then, without waiting for me to give in or tell him no, he swung me around and set me down atop a low counter-top near the sink.

“Do you mind?” The look in Léon’s dark eyes was sincere and honest. If I had said that I wanted to go somewhere else, I knew that he would have helped me down off of the counter in a heartbeat. “I know how kitchen sex usually ends for us but I’d really like to give it a second chance...if you’re up to it that is.”

Without really thinking about it, I raised my hand and cupped Léon’s stubbly cheek. “No Léon,” I whispered softly, “I don’t mind if we stay in here. I just want to be with you...”

He kissed me again, softer than before but still I could feel the pressure of his desire rushing over me. “You’re so sweet Tarja,” he murmured against my lips, “Mhm...Spread your legs for me a little bit. I want to touch your pretty cock so much that it hurts.”

My hand, the one that was still on Léon’s rough cheek, slid up to touch the slightly damp strands of hair that were always hanging in front of my lover’s eyes. Léon smiled wolfishly up at me and turned so that he could press his lips to the palm of my hand in a chaste but tender kiss. A spike of lust worked its way up my spine and made my eyes widen. My lover knew just how to make me feel weak at the knees and by the way that his dark eyes glinted with amusement and hunger, I knew that I was in for a night of passion, pleasure, and torment.

The though alone made my cock twitch against the front of my boxer-briefs.

“Please Léon,” I whispered in a lust-roughened tone of voice. “I want you-No,” I cut myself off mid-sentence and forced myself to look into my lover’s eyes without flinching. “I need you.” Léon’s responding smile was fierce and hungry and just so damn real that I realized, not for the first time, why I loved him so much.

Léon didn’t kiss me. He leaned in close and cupped my ass, pulling me towards the edge of the counter and forcing (helping) me to spread my legs and wrap them around his lean waist.

He just held me in the cradle of his arms, not kissing me, not pressing his erection into mine (although I wanted him to).

We stood like that for what could have only been a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity to me.

“Please Léon,” I said softly, trying hard not to ruin the mood. “I want-“

RIIIIIIIIIING!

The loud ringing of the cordless phone that was near the stove did more to ruin the mood than my words ever could. Léon and I parted quickly, our cheeks flushed and our eyes filled with mingled guilt and desire.

The phone rang again, the sound seeming louder than it had been before, and Léon pulled away from me completely. “I should get that,” he murmured, “It might be my supervisor or my father. I’m sorry but I have to take this.”

With that Léon took up the shrilly ringing phone and wandered out of the kitchen and into the living room with it in his fingers. I sat there on the counter for a few seconds more, staring at my lover’s muscular frame as he paced back and forth around the couch.

“Fuck!” I hissed, pressing the heel of my hand against the near painful evidence of my arousal in a vain attempt to will it away.

I wanted nothing more than to walk over to Léon and fucking demand that he fuck me senseless before he left for work, but I wasn’t that kind of boy. Instead I hopped down off of the counter and pulled my pants back on, wincing as the fabric rubbed over my erection and my cock jumped at the slight sensation.

“The food’ll be on the counter when you’re ready to go,” I called out, my voice loud enough for Léon to hear even though he was in the living room. “I’ll be upstairs if you need me.”

Léon’s only response was a busy wave of his hand as he paced around the couch another time and I rolled my eyes before heading upstairs to my room, well the room that Léon and I shared at any rate.

I had been awake all day cleaning and cooking for Léon and since I wasn’t going to get laid...What was the point in me staying awake?

***

I didn’t see Léon again until the next morning. My alarm clock, an adorable duck shaped clock that Léon’s Maman had bought for me for my first Christmas in Massachusetts, started its incessant quacking at the unbelievably early hour of 7 AM.

“Oh fuck,” I grumbled, swatting gently at the duck as I tried to turn off the alarm without either breaking it or falling out of bed. Too bad for me that gravity wasn’t on my side.

I fell out of our bed in a flailing tangle of tan skin and silken sheets, a loud cry escaping my lips. My blanket was wrapped around my legs and tangled around my body and one of my arms was trapped awkwardly in the mess of sheets and pillows.

Above me on the nightstand my alarm’s quacking grew to a shrill noise that made me grit my teeth and not for the first time, I wished for a hammer to shut that thing up.

“Tarja sweetie,” Léon’s voice was faint but I could hear the worry in it from where I sat on the floor of our room. “Are you alright? I heard you cry out and-”

Léon trailed off and I knew that he had made it into our room. He stood near the foot of the bed, almost naked with a towel knotted around his waist and slung so low that I could see where the trail of hair of Léon's flat stomach dipped down to his groin.

“Aww sweetie what happened? Did your little alarm clock scare you?” Léon may have wanted to seem all comforting and sensitive, but the trembles of laughter in his voice betrayed him and his urge to laugh.

What a sight I must have been, a grown man lying on the floor all tangled up in brightly colored blankets while a childish duck alarm clock blared over head.

I pouted up at my lover, pushing my bottom lip out almost subconsciously. “It didn’t scare me.” I bit out, my tone a little angry and more than a little chagrinned. “I didn’t want to get out of bed and I just fell out of it.”

Léon didn’t bother to hold back his laughter after I admitted that and peals of deep-throated laughter filled our sunny bedroom.

“You’re too cute baby,” Léon announced almost proudly, dropping to his knees beside me and gently helping me out of my makeshift prison. “I love it when you end up in situations like this, it makes me fall in love with you a little more each time” He kissed me all over, pressing me down into the blankets and covering my face with chaste kisses that made me giggle at the ticklish sensation.

Within no time those chaste kisses soon turned passionate and I gasped into my lover’s open mouth as his callused fingers slipped under the night shirt that I had pulled on to sleep in and traced a burning path over my skin. “Uhhn...Oh Léon,” I breathed, my breath shaky as I sucked in my stomach to get away from Léon’s curious fingers. “Please don’t tease me like that. I can’t stand it!”

Léon’s eyes sparkled with mirth and he grinned at me through the stray curls of hair that covered his handsome face.

“You know that you like it querido,” Léon murmured, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my underpants and pulling them down my thighs to just barely above my knees. “You know that you like being teased like that. It makes your pretty cock so hard just thinking about it.”

I felt my cheeks heat up at that and I lowered my gaze so that I wouldn’t have to stare up into that handsome face.

“I don’t care if I do like it,” I bit out, my voice low with a hint of a whine creeping in, “You left me alone last night and I was so fucking horny! You know that I don't like it when you do that to me."

Léon frowned slightly and leaned into me, pressing every inch of his body into mine as his hands crept across the sides of my stomach. "I didn't mean to leave you alone," he murmured, “I had a job to finish and my dad was being an asshole again. I'm sorry that I couldn't fuck you, but that's why I'm here, to make it up to you."

He wrapped his long fingers around the slick skin of my cock, pulling on it slowly until it twitched in his hand. I cried out softly and raked my nails up the nape of his neck to curl in his dark hair, urging him to kiss me again. Léon faltered just a bit, unused to me showing how much I wanted him to kiss me.

But he recovered sooner than I thought he would, pinning me underneath his strong body and rocking the bulge of his uncut erection against the soft skin of my inner thigh. "I have the day off today," Léon managed to say between gasps for air and soft grunts of pleasure. "Maybe after I fuck you senseless, we could...I don't know, go get fitted for our costumes or something."

I whimpered and opened my mouth to agree with my lover but Léon pressed a hungry kiss against my lips and proceeded to wipe every ounce of rational thought from my mind. I was reduced to a puddle of need and desire that left me writhing underneath Léon's muscular body and clawing at his bare shoulders in an attempt to draw my lover closer.

Léon pulled my briefs off completely and sent them flying to the opposite side of the room to land on top of my ducky clock, the soft fabric muffling my clock's incessant quacking.

"Open up for me querido," Léon purred, pushing my legs apart with his strong body so that he could settle in between them while leering down at me. "Don't you want me inside of you?" I blushed at that. Léon knows how easily embarrassed I am even when no other people are around to hear, but he still persists in trying to talk dirty to me.

His hands cupped my head gently, tracing his thumbs over my cheekbones languidly until I relaxed enough to let him settle in completely against my body.

His hips rocked against me slowly, creating a rhythm that made my knees weak and my jaw slacken as he tried to fuck me through his towel. "Please Léon," I breathed, wrapping my legs around Léon's trim waist and locking my ankles against the small of his back."I need you to fuck me before I just go insane." My voice cracked halfway through my sentence and Léon smirked down at me the best that he could while he was practically humping my thighs. "Do you think that you can take it dry?" he asked of me as his fingers tapped a nervous staccato on my cheekbones. "I don't remember where we put the lube but I don't want to leave you to go look for it..."

Léon trailed off when growled at him and he stopped the maddening little movements of his hips.

"Fuck me Léon," I demanded, my voice angry as my hands undid the intricate knot that was the only thing keeping my Léon from being bare before me. "You know how much I can take and you know to stop when I say so. So either fuck me or get off of me so that I can go jack off or something!"

Léon's dark eyes narrowed and he pressed the blunt tip of his cock into my entrance, pushing against the muscles until he could slide in effortlessly inside of me. Léon's cock was big, but I was used to the slight burn that came from having my lover push inside of me whenever I was impatient. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath, and I found myself preening at the outward display of how I had affected my lover.

Léon fucked me hard and fast, pinning me between the rug and his hard, strong body as he thrust in and out of my ass. "Fuck Tarj..." Léon managed to growl out between tightly controlled grunts of pleasure, “You’re so fucking tight..." He lifted one of my legs to rest atop his shoulder, the right one, and used the tiny gap that was created in order to press himself closer to me.

The blunt head of his cock stabbed mercilessly at my prostate, sending waves of pleasure up my spine that were strong enough to curl my toes and make my eyes roll back into my head.

I was close, and Léon knew it.

My breath was coming in short, stifled pants and my eyes still weren't interested in doing anything but staring up at the inside of my head. With every thrust of Léon's powerful hips, my flushed cock was pressed between our bellies, rubbing to a maddening rhythm over the smooth skin of my lover's six-pack.

My orgasm, when it came, was stronger than any that I had had in the past few weeks. My entire body went limp against the carpet as my cock swelled and jerked against my belly, splattering mw with my own seed and causing my ass to tighten around Léon's cock as it continued to stretch me out.

My vision whited out for a second and my entire world was lost in a blinding rush of light and sensation as Léon came inside of me.

After the pleasure that Léon had given me, I swore in what few brain cells were cooperating, that I would never pitch a bitch fit if Léon left me high and dry for work. Not when it led to mind-melting orgasms the next time we were alone.