Tawson doubled down on his efforts. One hand moved to play with their balls. They were drawn up tight against their body, a sure sign they were about to come. Tawson bobbed his head, giving them every trick he knew.
“Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck. I’m coming. I’m going to come.” Tawson loved how vocal Vic was when they were close. The first spurts of cum hit Tawson’s tongue and he swallowed. He tightened his lips around Vic’s cock, sucking every drop from them. Their legs were shaking and they mumbled, “Too sensitive,” when Tawson finally pulled off.
Tawson stood back up, taking his own cock in his hand. He wasn’t too far behind. He spun Vic around, taking their hands and holding them against the wall. “Color?”
“Green,” Vic whimpered. Tawson crowded behind them,pressing his cock against their ass, teasing their crack. “Please.”
“I’m not fucking you,” Tawson said. He knew Vic understood his stance on that. “But I am going to come all over this pretty ass of yours. Can I do that?”
“Yes. Please, Tawson.”
Tawson let one hand go and spit onto his palm. He wrapped his hand around his dick and then dribbled more spit on Vic’s ass. Vic arched their back, giving all the access Tawson could want. He guided the head of his cock to the top of their ass and thrusted his hips. The glide was a little dry, but it wasn’t painful. He moved his hands, one wrapping around Vic’s stomach so he was glued to their back with no space between them. The other went to Vic’s hair. He tugged lightly, the goal wasn’t to hurt them. His lips pressed against their skin, tongue lathing over the spot. He kissed, licked, and sucked on their neck all while thrusting his cock between Vic’s cheeks.
“I’m so close, Princess.” His voice was low. He chased the feeling of his orgasm, reveled in the feel of Vic’s skin encasing his cock. “Oh fuck, baby. Your body is amazing.”
“I want you to come on me,” Vic panted. “Get me all dirty and then clean me up.”
Tawson looked down between their bodies, the sight giving him that last push to his orgasm. He gasped and stilled his hips, watching the way his cum pulsed from his slit and landed on Vic’s creamy skin. “Fuck, baby. You are… Something else.”
“That was hot,” Vic said. “I definitely think you just unlocked a new thing for me.”
Tawson tried to focus as Vic turned around and smiled up at him. Their arms wrapped around his neck and they kissed him deeply. “What is that, baby?”
“You pushing me up against the closest thing and taking what you want.”
“Well, I’ll have to oblige that more often.” Tawson kissed them quickly with a smile. “But we’ve wasted enough water. Let’s get cleaned up.”
Chapter Sixteen
~ Vic ~
Halloween was upon them.
The Queer club had gone all out for their spot on the trick-or-treating for local kids. The theme was Pumpkin Smash. They had a six foot table with a black and orange tablecloth. Ryan, a fashion designer in the club, and Trinity, his older, awesome aunt, taught a few people to sew and they cut and stitched felt pumpkin faces onto the fabric. Vic tried to help, but sewing wasn’t going to be a new hobby for them. They would stick to the word searches and Sudoku games they loved.
Another student supplied a strand of LED lights that alternated between orange and red. They even had a kiddie pool filled with water and tiny, plastic pumpkins floating. It’d taken nearly an hour to cut the holes and sand down the rough edges for them to turn it into a mimic of the child’s fishing game. Each pumpkin had a tennis ball hidden inside that told them how many pieces of candy they could grab from the bowls. It was a cute idea and Vic was more than excited to watch the kids come through and play.
Callie, the president of the club and the head of the design team, proposed that they dress up as a group. Which is how they landed on Toy Story. And how Vic and Tawson were ‘roped’ into being Woody and Buzz Lightyear. Callie was dressing as Bo Peep and Rachel, the VP, was going as Jesse. A few of the other members of the group said they’d stop by planned to dress – in one way or another- as the little alien characters.
It wouldn’t be the first time that Vic had gone as Woody for Halloween and they were excited to bring it back in such a fun way. Plus, Buzz and Woody meant Vic and Tawson would be able to stand next to each other most of the night. It wouldn’t be weird if they took photos in public.
“You are way too excited for tonight,” Joe commented from the edge of Vic’s bed. Vic was looking at themselves in the mirror, phone in hand to snap a picture, turning this way and that to admire themselves from all the angles. The picture was mostly of their backside. The costume was form fitting, which accentuated all of Vic’s assets. They didn’t bother giving the not-so-innocent look they wanted to because they never shared their faces in photos.
“Do you remember how many years I went as a Toy Story character for Halloween?”
“Oh yeah and this has nothing to do with your secret lover being your cartoon best friend all night.”
Vic glared at Joe but didn’t deny it. They’d been thinking the same thing. Joe laughed and stood up. Between his classes and work, he hadn’t had time to join any clubs this semester. But he was still attending with Vic and already volunteered to help out if needed.
“I’m actually excited to see you two together tonight.” Joewalked over to the closet and opened the door. The final touch for Vic’s costume was hung safely on the door. The cowboy hat. An authentic one becauseno kid of Patrick Lawson’s will be caught wearing a cheap hat.Their dad took them to a family friend that made hats for a living and now Vic was the proud owner of an authentic cowboy hat.
That would probably sit on a shelf or hang from a hook for who-knows-how-long. Joe went basic for tonight, minimal effort. He’d bought a Jack Skellington onesie, hood included. It was a couple of inches too long on him, but it looked comfortable. The night was supposed to be cool enough that none of them would get sweaty.
Vic moved to the small vanity next to the closet. They bought it for themselves two weeks ago. The mirror was rimmed with bright lights, the white finish practically glowing. It most likely wouldn’t last long looking so clean and organized. Vic smiled down at the contents on the table. They flipped the lights on and picked up the blush palette. Tawson picked it up for them the last time he went to the store. He’d picked up both of their costumes as well. Vic smiled to themselves when they realized there was probably a reason the costume was just tight enough on them.
“What’s that for?” Joe asked. He leaned against the wall next to the vanity. Vic laughed at their best friend, at the contradiction of the onesie while he wore the cowboy hat.
In all honestly, Vic was using this night to experiment a little. To try wearing a little bit of makeup for the first time. “Woody has those blushing cheeks,” Vic explained. “I’m going to attempt to recreate that.”
