Free Winter Ball by Amy Lane

chocolate, and she gave it to her little brother, who was sitting down at the sidewalk in a stroller.)
    When Richie got tired of that, he answered the door and roared, and Skipper handed out the candy bars anyway, but that didn’t last long. Richie needed to be active, and apparently chasing kids was its own awesome sport.
    One mom with zombie makeup and a blood-soaked pink bathrobe laughed appreciatively as she balanced a squirming little zombie on her hip.
    “Your boyfriend’s really good with kids,” she said, laughing, and she turned away with her wiggling kid before Skipper could reply.
    What would he say? That Richie wasn’t his boyfriend? That they weren’t “that” way? Because they were that way, and Skipper wouldn’t mind if they were boyfriends.
    But what? He was just going to bring that up? Stop Richie as he chased some high school kids through Skipper’s yard and tell him, “Hey, I think you and me, it’s more than a weekend thing or some fucking when you’re staying over for video games. It’s real. We’re boyfriends. Is that okay?”
    Richie trotted back up to the porch, still laughing as he tore the mask off his face. “I think I put the fear of God in those little bastards!” he crowed. “They’re not coming back for a triple helping of candy—not on my watch!”
    Skip wanted to laugh with him—he did! But all he could think was I want to kiss him! I want to throw my arm over his shoulder and ask him if he wants a triple helping of candy, and hear him laugh dirty! I want—
    “Skip, anything wrong?” Richie asked. Skipper fumbled for words and Richie started going through the candy bowl in his arms. “Oh, hey! You still got massive quantities of Almond Joy—excellent! Those are my favorites!”
    Skip said, “Yeah, I got lots left over. It’s nine o’clock—you think anyone else is coming by?”
    Richie looked out into the gentle little neighborhood. Most of the porch lights were still on, and they could see flocks of children moving like starlings from porch to porch. “I’d say wait until ten.” He yawned. “I’ll be ready to go to bed by then anyway.” He leered up at Skip. “Gotta get my fun in before the weekend’s over, you know?”
    Skip nodded unhappily. He thought about saying it, then decided against it and was completely horrified when it came out of his mouth anyway:
    “I wish you didn’t have to go home.”
    Richie didn’t look horrified—he looked sad.
    “Yeah, me too.” They’d locked Hazel in the bathroom, so they were standing in a lighted doorway. The whole world could see them. And Richie grinned up at him and tapped his cheek gently with a knuckle. “You think I want to leave a place that serves cold pizza for breakfast and has Almond Joys?”
    Skip rolled his eyes and grinned, and they went back inside to watch Insidious: Chapter 3 before the next round of kids came by.

Naked Limbs and Fallen Leaves
     
     
    THAT NIGHT they did the thing again, but something was different. It was like they’d gotten some of the “Right the fuck now!” out of the way and they could go slower. Skipper was gentle with Richie when he knew Richie was about to come, pulling back and letting Richie’s cock flop out of his mouth and cool in the air. Richie drew Skipper’s blow job out a little, slowing down when Skipper warned him, and moved so Skip could stroke him off while Richie was deepthroating Skip.
    They turned off the lights this time, because both of them were tired, and Richie said he’d eaten too much chocolate to do the butt thing. It didn’t matter. The sexual contact, the explosion of orgasm behind Skip’s eyes, Richie’s little whimper as he buried his face in Skip’s thigh—all of it made for the perfect day.
    But the next day they had to get up early. Their morning was a flurried game of “I got next!” in Skip’s tiny bathroom. One of them shaved while the other one shit, and one of them showered while the other one shaved. They ended up