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- Simon? Simoon?
From a kitchen to a living room there was no one. And John definitely not going to the basement, nope. Enough Halloween horrors have been seen for that decision. For October they've made spooky evenings. They watched horrors, some psychological, but maybe they're too old for it. If you got the good one, you know it. The tension, the lights, hell, even the pressure from the disturbing plot. After the best ones, John still used a flashlight going downstairs. No way other than upstairs it is then.
- Cummoan, big dog, we're getting late!
No, they didn't. But soon they would if he won't come out. Simon just said he's gonna get his Halloween costume and they're ready to go. John was already dressed up in his: crop top and shorts with a whistle on his neck. A little silly look, but thought he was still in good form plus for his age, and not against showing off a little. Especially, when near Simon. It would be perfect for the evening. A little cold, but there's always sacrifices. When in a relationship, their passion only increased since they could openly show affection without a doubt. If someone had problem with it -- two veterans surely can give them a hint why that's a bad idea.
Now, Simon was upstairs for half an hour, that made John uneasy. No sound was since, even a peep. For someone being silent death for enemies before, now was pretty clumsy in the house. As a result, something falling or elbows knocking against the wall was background noise for long time. Not the eere silence there was instead. No steps, no bed groan. Nothing.
Steps squeaked under John's pace. Too much spilled tea for poor wood. Countless dreamless night, when they both got tea, since coffee would make it worse, in full darkness looking at the night sky. At least they got carpet for stairs, so his socks met soft fabric instead of cold floors. Photos and small paintings decorated their walls all over the house. A lot hung on the right on stairs. Worn photo paper with friends, and unfortunately, part of them were KIA. Everyone still kept in contact with their families, helping as they could, and having small meetings in nice places from time to time. They're good people. As for the memory and pride for the lost soldiers, there was sheuron or something to associate with them clipped on the frames. Just before the highest step, something appeared in front of John's nose. Deep in thought, he couldn't identify it quickly.
Skull looked right at him. And too close. If John was three years younger, he'd swing left arm right in the middle. The white stripes under it finally made sense. Scraped, blood stains and dirt seeped too deep into fabric. But still recognisable. Like a trade mark from the past. A last thing terrorists saw before seeing God themself. John shaked stupor away.
- Screaming melting Jesus, ye scared me, Si.
He got too comfortable in this house. How could you keep alert in it, when it's so cosy? Only in basement. That's a no go place.
Brown eyes only smiled on it. Crown feet formed around them. That surely kicked nostalgia in. Only his chest was lighter without the west and confessed feeling towards someone special. He wanted to kick his feet and giggle with merriness.
- Big dog?
- Nau yer mor like a half.
- Still remember it.
- My favourite.
- You have a bad taste.
They get closer to each other. Simon looped his arms around Johnny's waist. Like magnetised, they got as close as they could, nothing could get between them.
- But i pick my man well.
Their lips moved closer when the distance disappeared. John wanted to make Simon's lips red and swollen with kisses. They knocked teeth in equal fight, biting, kissing, and licking. Tongues weren't safe either. Nasty bites on them sting, which added more gasoline in the fire. Gradually, it came to slow pace, exploring each others mouths like in first time. Fully stopped, they looked in the eyes, getting their breath from the kiss.
- So, what's with the mask and scaring daylights of me?
Simon's big hands stayed on his waist to keep minimal possible distance between them.
- Just thought some use for this old thing. Looks like it's not a bad Halloween costume after all.
- Christ, you fecked me in it. Spare my pants.
- Does it turn you on, Johnny?
- Ye knae it does, bastard.
Simon picked up his phone from back pocket on jeans. Typed something in record time and threw it somewhere behind without checking an answer. The screen definitely cracked, but John left it out of his mind, when it's already full with all possible positions they could be instead of just standing.
- Now we have a free evening.
- Ye nuts? What about bar and all?
- Canceled.
- Jesus, love ye.
He smooched near Simon's puffy lips.
- I lov you too, my love.