Uriah
A spooky seasonal soundtrack complemented the string of candy corn lights that the werewolf pulled at and adjusted. The smell of candy-coated apples and a fall-themed candle set the mood as the vampire on the couch nearby served as a second set of eyes for the evening’s interior design project.
“Ah, a little to the right there, Pru.”
Clad only in a fitted pair of Halloween-themed joggers with little prints of pumpkins and full moons, top Mystic Hollow University jock Pruitt Mondamin tried with all his might to overlook the pointlessness of this mundane human task. He rolled his eyes as he adjusted the indoor lights once more. “All right. Here?”
“Nope.” Black shook his head as he watched with amusement. “Back a little.”
As the changing colors of a scary movie playing on the flatscreen TV danced along Pruitt’s dimly lit condo, the vampire looked affectionately to the sleeping human nestled in his lap. Similar to his werewolf counterpart, was equal parts festive: he sported the same style of jogger sweatpants, except he had a cutesy Dracula print that shared its canvas with alternating patterns of a friendly-looking pack of bats. Lost in dreamland, Griff had dozed off some thirty minutes earlier as he snuggled into the vampire’s furry chest before sliding down between his legs.
“I know I’m the only one here who doesn’t have to eat human food, but there’s something about this terrible movie, the music, and watching you put up decorations in those tight little Halloween pants that makes this popcorn absolutely delicious,” said as he nursed a bowl of snacks the trio was sharing.
Pruitt rolled his eyes before cracking a smile. “So, does that mean you’re actually helping me, or just saying you are?”
“Oh, come on,” laughed as he slowly put his legs up on Pruitt’s coffee table. “I’m playing vampire body pillow for little witch here.”
Almost on cue, Griff adjusted himself, rolling his head out of ’s lap and wrapping himself up in a pile of nearby blankets and pillows stacked on the couch.
“Perfect timing for you to give me a hand,” Pruitt whispered.
“Drat.” shoved another handful of popcorn into his mouth as he turned his attention back to the TV. “But this is the part where the final girl gets it.”
“, you know the final girl can’t be called the final girl if she doesn’t make it,” Pruitt sighed.
“I think that’s debatable, Kibble ’n Bits,” ’s eyes didn’t leave the screen—not even to catch a reaction to the dig at his werewolf boyfriend.
“And how many times have you seen this one, anyway?”
“There’s most definitely a trope in horror where the final girl dies,” began . “Besides, the witch picked this one. Not me.” ? Speakin’ of, guess I should be quiet and try not to wake him, huh?? the vampire added as he tapped into Pruitt’s shared line of telepathic communication.
?Get your sexy undead ass over here so I can finish this. Griff makes fun of us for not celebrating ‘real people’ holidays, so I want to surprise him when he wakes up.?
?‘Real people,’ huh?? asked as he appeared before Pruitt. At first surprised by the vampire’s selective use of super-speed, the werewolf quickly dropped the end of the lights in his hands.
?First, turn around. Now, put them up here ,? suggested Pruitt as he took ’s hands and placed them above the doorway to his patio. He paused for a second to squeeze the vampire’s cold digits before backing up to check if the angle was crooked or not.
?How’s it look?? stood on the balls of his feet, angling forward.
?Hmm ,? Pruitt thought as he took some personal time to admire ’s form in his fitted pants. ? Looks like the festive joggers Griff got us make your ass look great.?
“Huh,” whispered a dumbstruck . “Well, yours, too, actually.” ? And the lights??
“Lights are good. Just hook them right above the molding.”
let the string settle on a small nail before backing up to Pruitt’s point of view. “The front view isn’t bad either,” the vampire chuckled as he admired Pruitt’s chest, abs, and bulge.
?Don’t be getting me all excited now ,? Pruitt replied as he playfully brushed his shoulders against ’s own.
?Hey, I can go multiple rounds. It’s not like the little witch will be missing out. We already took care of him once this morning.? exaggerated a shrug before quickly flicking Pruitt’s closest nipple. ? Why don’t we find out who is the real alpha here??
The duo stood tall and faced one another. The fact that they were the same exact height only seemed to exasperate their competitiveness. ended their stare-down by pressing his lips into Pruitt’s, pushing his tongue past the werewolf’s lips and purposefully rubbing their bulges against one another in the process.
“All right, fine ,” said mockingly. “Just a teaser then.”
Pruitt peered over his vampire boyfriend’s shoulder as he heard the sleeping Griff shift and shudder. “Think he’s dreaming again?”
turned back to his cozy seat on the couch just in time to witness it. Still passed out, Griff unconsciously ripped and pulled at a large decorative pillow. “Not sure, but if you want to save your T.J. Maxx purchase, you better—oh, nope . Too late.”
Pruitt and both raised a brow as their sleeping lover yanked open the stitching at the top of the pillow and began to frantically pull out a flood of synthetic polyester stuffing. With every passing second, he grabbed new fistfuls and threw them up into the air as though his life depended on it.