Today I’m happy to welcome yet another “new to Coastal Magic” Featured Author, A E Via. Today is day four of our Halloween Flash Fiction Blog Event, and A E has another fun, and a little sexy, story for us.
Today’s contest entry is a little different. Rather than just leaving a general question or comment — A E has asked a question about your Halloween traditions. Be sure to chat with us about your holiday fun to be entered to win a prize pack of books & swag from many of our authors this week! (And be sure to check back on our “kickoff post” for the full schedule of participating authors. So many great stories, and each day you can enter to win!)
Here’s the image that inspired her story…
Making Scary Sexy
Genesis Godfrey and Curtis Jackson
(From the Best-Selling series: Nothing Special)
Genesis watched his boyfriend of almost two years walk back and forth while he spoke with one of his two fathers. He would stop every couple passes and run his hand through the long blond hair on top of his head.
“I know, Dad. I tried to talk to him, he’s just an evil bastard that enjoys his little bit of authority.”
Genesis had just finished pulling his shirt on when Curtis tapped him on the shoulder, handing him his cell phone. He barely refrained from rolling his eyes when he took it and left the room. He went into their den and hit the speakerphone so he could tie up his boots. “Hey.”
“What the fuck, Gen? Why’s my boy still getting the business at that school?”
“Hi Ruxs, it’s nice to hear from you too.” Genesis sighed. His boyfriend’s fathers were two badass detectives with one of the most dangerous narcotics task forces in Atlanta. Terrifying was a gross understatement to describe either of them.
“Cut the crap. I asked you to handle that prick,” Ruxs growled.
“Curtis is a grown man, Ruxs. You know he doesn’t like anyone stepping in to fight his battles. He may be smaller than us but he can handle his own business.”
“I know he can! You think I don’t know that. Curtis will keep taking the abuse because he’ll do anything for those kids. He’ll never risk losing that job. So now I want you to go and put the fear of God in that piece of shit. He’s probably doing it because he’s gay or who-the-hell-knows – I don’t give a damn. Just handle it, Genesis… without Curtis knowing.”
“Alright,” Genesis huffed, peeking around the corner to make sure Curtis was still down the hall.
“I mean it. I don’t want to hear him so upset again. Either you do it… or we’re coming to do it,” Ruxs snarled.
“No! No, no, no. I like this city. I can handle it.” Genesis didn’t need the Enforcers coming to DC. No damn way.
Genesis went back into their room and tossed Curtis’ cell phone on the bed. “I’m sorry you had a bad day today,” he whispered, coming up behind his lover and resting his chin on top of his head, massaging his tense shoulders.
“Yeah. Damnit.” Curtis leaned his head back against Genesis’ broad chest. “I don’t know why he treats me like that. I’ve never done a thing to him but he rides my ass like a goddamn horse jockey.”
Genesis chuckled at his boyfriend’s unique sense of humor. “Okay first, I don’t like that reference whatsoever, and two, it’s a volunteer job, babe. Why don’t you find another center?”
“No. I love those kids. They trust me. I can’t just walk out, Gen. I know what that feels like.” Curtis dropped down on their large bed and began pulling on his tan leather boots.
“Alright. Let’s not think about that anymore tonight. We both finally have a weekend off, let’s kick this Friday off on a more enthusiastic…” Genesis yanked Curtis to his feet, pulling him into his body, loving the way he melted into him. “…and sexier note, whatd’ya say? Just me and you out on the town, enjoying the fall weather. You love this time of year… colorful leaves, fun decorations… trick-or-treaters.”
Curtis smiled up at him. “You’re right. I sure do. Okay. Let’s do something fun.”
“You wanna go to a club or something?” Genesis ran his rough stubble across Curtis’ soft hair. “Whatever you want.”
“Ugh. No club. Someone always recognizes you and wants an autograph, then they want to spend the rest of the evening talking about football. No, thanks. You’re all mine tonight.”
Genesis was a Heisman trophy winner with the Georgia Bulldogs his senior year and was a first round NFL draft pick, but choose to take his engineering scholarship and opt for a less complicated life in DC with the love of his life. People called him insane for turning down millions, but he made a good living working for Apple and he liked coming home to his partner every night.
Walking close to each other, with his arm draped over Curtis’ shoulder, they passed decorated storefronts with standing ghost statues and door entrances encased in fake cobwebs “I used to love Halloween. We should pass out candy.”
“What?! I’m not… you can.”
“Why?” Curtis frowned.
“Because it’s on Monday night. Bears are playing. It’ll take the National Guard to get me off that couch for even a second.”
Curtis hugged him closer, using Genesis’ bulk to shield him from the brisk weather. The scary holiday was only a few days away and the city streets were full of holiday attractions. Walking past a popular DC park, Genesis looked up and read the huge banner decorated to the nines. HALLOWEEN HAYRIDE.
“Hey, let’s go in, babe. It looks fun.” Genesis was already walking up to the gate, pulling Curtis behind him, to pay the five-dollar admission. It wasn’t their first time at that particular park, but it was awesome to see it all decorated with inflatable pumpkins, carved jack-o-lanterns, ghouls hanging from trees, and glow in the dark skeletons. Genesis let Curtis stop and peruse vendors selling candy apples and fall decorations, simply enjoying his smile.
“Hayride is right here.” Curtis stood behind another couple waiting for the next small pony-drawn buggy.
Since it was dusk, there wasn’t much activity and they were able to get their own trailer. The ride was bumpy and the creepy individuals lurking in the dark forest were more entertaining than scary. Genesis let Curtis lean back against him, wrapping him up tight while they smirked at the valiant attempts to frighten them. Instead of focusing on that, he reclined and enjoyed the weather. “At least we’ll have some vacation time when we go to my brother’s wedding in a couple months. That’ll be good.”
“Yes, Jesus. I need it, too.” Curtis tilted his head up, silently asking for a kiss.
Genesis nipped and licked at Curtis’ soft pink lips, neither of them breaking to acknowledge the young woman dressed up as a witch jumping onto the side of their buggy. Rolling her eyes, she jumped down and got back in position, ready for the next one to come through.
The ride came to a stop and the driver, wearing a mummy costume, turned and told them the ride was over and pointed to a small one-story building. “You can go through the poltergeist house or cut through the haunted graveyard to exit.”
Genesis stepped down, reaching back for Curtis. The buggy pulled off and both of them stood there, staring at the small concrete path that led to an iron door between two large concrete pillars. It wasn’t the dark gray asylum-style door itself that was spooky; it was the vast amount of dead vines that cloaked it. It appeared dreary and desolate, as if the building was too ancient and unique to tear down. Clearly, it wasn’t inhabitable, it just sat out there in the middle of the old park; an abandoned structure that looked like a dwelling fit for the crypt keeper.
“Yeah, we’ll just go through the fake cemetery.” Curtis chuckled nervously.
“No. Let’s go in. I wanna know what it looks like in there. It’s all made up.” Genesis nodded toward the doors.
“I don’t think that’s made up. It looks like the Blair witch naps in there. I’ll pass.” Curtis turned in the direction of the field cleverly decorated with artificial tombstones and fake fog.
Genesis ran up to his lover and grabbed him from behind, pressing his mouth behind his ear. “You scared, baby? It’s alright, I’ll protect you.”
Curtis scoffed, “No, I’m not scared. I just think it’s stupid. I don’t wanna go in.”
“Oh, come on. We’ve paid the fee for the park. Let’s do it. Besides, I haven’t been in a haunted house since my sophomore year in college.”
“I wouldn’t tell anyone that,” Curtis deadpanned, letting Genesis pull him up the four concrete steps covered with dark orange and yellow fall leaves.
Genesis pushed open the heavy door, the sound of the metal groaning loudly. He looked back to see Curtis practically on his back. He smiled at him and winked mischievously. Since he didn’t see any more buggies approaching, Genesis closed the door behind them.
It was dark, but the deep purple and red strobe lights helped them find the crack in the blood red curtain that hung a few feet from the entrance. There was a sound machine in the corner playing loud, howling wind sounds and screaming banshees. There were no other people inside or anything jumping out at them as they surveyed the dreary interior. It was more a ghoulish art display than frightening. In the main area was a long, ten-chair dining room table, which Genesis had to admit was cool as hell. There were glowing skeletons propped in various positions in front of plates that held everything from realistic-looking depictions of guts, eyeballs, and brains, to decapitated heads and body parts. Gothic candles illuminated the exhibit and more strobe lights danced around the table. Curtis held on tight to his arms while they looked around the gruesome set-up.
“Wow, someone really put a lot of work into this,” Curtis whispered.
“I can only imagine how packed this place is on Halloween,” Genesis said, walking around the one wall into what he guessed was supposed to be the poltergeist room. As they moved, black lights flickered and ratty sheet-covered ghosts, hung from the high ceiling, dropped and ascended in quick intervals. Curtis flinched when an extremely old-fashioned turntable came to life and began playing sounds of a man moaning like he was being tortured.
“Okay, I’m done.” Curtis tapped him on his back. “That sounds disturbing.”
Genesis laughed. “I know, right. I wonder where they got that soundtrack from. This is supposed to be PG-13, I’d assume.”
Genesis spun around, walking Curtis backwards against the door that’d lead them out of the freaky house. He pushed his hard body against Curtis, talking to him in that deep, whisky drawl that he knew got his guy going. “It sounds like the moans that guy was making in the video we watched online the other night, doesn’t it.”
Curtis looked up at him, his beautiful baby blues were hard to see in the darkness, but Genesis knew they shone with amusement, and probably a little lust. “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t possibly be getting turned on right now. There’s a drooling zombie in the corner.” Curtis wrapped his arms around Genesis’ waist, pulling him closer to him.
“I don’t care where we are or what’s around, I’m always turned on with you in my arms,” Genesis whispered, gripping Curtis’ chin in his calloused hand and tilting his mouth up to his own. He didn’t waste time with timid kisses – he’d done that on the ride – now he was thirsty. With his other hand, he gripped the back of Curtis’ neck and devoured his mouth, right there amidst the fake horror scene. It all seemed to disappear for a moment, especially when Curtis’ moans mixed in with the recorded man’s. Genesis pressed his body in closer, using his brawn to keep Curtis exactly where he wanted for as long as he wanted. He was getting hard, and as much as he wanted to reach inside those well-worn jeans and make Curtis moan a little louder, he wouldn’t risk anyone catching them.
“Ohh, Genny. Hell. How do you do this to me every time?” Curtis whispered, licking at the corners of Genesis’ mouth.
“Mmm. Because you’re mine, sweetheart.” Genesis drawled, running his hand down Curtis’ back to his supple ass, giving it hard squeeze, earning him a sensual groan against his stubbled cheek.
“Let’s get the hell outta here, so you can finish what you started,” Curtis murmured.
Genesis laughed, pushing open the door. “Does Halloween bring out the freak in you, baby?”
“I think it does for everyone.” Curtis grinned slyly, stealing another quick kiss on his way past.
The End,… for now.
Hope you enjoyed this teaser of Curtis and Gen. You’ve been asking for more of them and I love to give the readers what they want. This event was so much fun to participate in, and I found it extremely entertaining that the time frame perfectly coincides with Nothing Special 5, that’s releasing on Christmas Day. Be sure to keep an eye on my website for more current information; or read the extensive excerpt at the end of my new release: The Secrets in My Scowl. You might be one of the lucky winners in my current giveaway to receive an advanced copy.
Halloween is one of my favorite days of the year. Leave a comment on what you and your special someone / or family likes to do on Halloween.