Happy Halloween
by Aimless
Everything had to be just right. It wouldn’t be long before Ken got back from the park from soccer practice with the kids he coached. It wasn’t easy to find the things he needed but with some perseverance and some internet shopping he had managed. It all started several weeks ago at the beginning of October. One night as they lay curled up in bed together talking Ken had recalled some of his fond memories of the orphanage he had been brought up in. The sister running the place had celebrated Halloween every year for the children. She decorated the place and had a party with candy and games. Omi wanted to surprise his lover and put his own personal touches on this American holiday.
So after finding out a few things about Halloween via his computer Omi had spent the afternoon decorating his room. Black and orange crepe paper draped the bed and a fat orange pumpkin sat on the bedside table. Carving it had actually been fun and it sat grinning cheerfully at him. Stuck on every available surface were dozens of votive candles in the same colors as the streamers. The glow from the candles and the decorations made the room look very festive. The young man looked around and laughed delightedly. This was going to be so much fun. Omi added the last few touches and got into bed to wait for his lover to get home. The last surprise was Ken’s confession to a fondness for a certain kind of candy. Omi made sure to have plenty of the stuff on hand because it was to play a major role in tonight’s surprise. He could hardly contain his delight as he heard the familiar footsteps on the stairs.
Omi arranged himself and lay partially reclined on the soft mattress. The door opened and Ken stepped in. His eyes widened at the decorated room and he dropped his duffle bag to the floor in shock. The blond chibi on the bed could not stop his giggles at the pole axed _expression the brunette wore. Ken’s face changed from astonished to predatory as he looked at the scene spread before him.
The blond lay nude on the bed wearing nothing but strings and strings of black licorice laces. Omi looked like some kind of candy store fetish come to life. Ken still had presence of mind enough to kick the door shut as he walked over to the bed.
Omi smiled up at Ken wickedly. “Trick or treat Ken-kun?” He whispered seductively.
“Oh treat… definitely treat.” Ken whispered back as he shed his clothes and climbed onto the bed.