Steve watched hungrily as Darren's tongue curled inside the Reese's' Peanut Butter Cup and brought the filling back into his mouth, making smacking noises with his lips as he tasted the flavor.

Steve wanted to taste the flavor as well, but not the candy's flavor.

Feeling the others eyes, Darren looked up and his ears reddened considerably. He extended his hand, holding out the candy bag. “Want one?” he asked.

Steve shook his head, smiling. “I'm lactose intolerant, remember?”

Darren flushed again, realizing his mistake, and nodded.

It was Halloween night, and the two young men were sitting in the living room of their small flat, rotting their teeth with candy and watching both old and new horror flicks to pass the time. For the last three hours, both Salem's Lot and Darkness Falls had entered the VHS system.

“Let's do something more gory now,” Darren had suggested.

Now, Steve was both amused and pleased to watch Darren chew mindlessly on his candy while John told Jeff in Saw III that he could either forgive him or take revenge, resulting in Jeff picking up a circular saw and saying “I forgive you” before slashing John's throat. Steve enjoyed men with strong stomachs who could handle gore, let alone eat during a horror movie.

On the subject of stomachs, Steve glanced down, his eyes caressing the flesh that showed just below the trim of Darren's clothes.

Darren noticed. He shifted uncomfortably, pulling his Cinema Bizarre t-shirt further down to cover his belt, but Steve only smiled. Indeed, Darren had gained a bit of weight in the past year, but it only made his body shape more pronounced, more soft, more cuddly. More fuckable.

Steve moved forward, determined to snag a kiss, but Darren was self-conscious and grumpy now.

He moved further down the couch and away.

Lunging forward, Steve pounced on him with a grunt and the two boys wrestled playfully until Steve was in Darren's place with Londoner in his lap.

Darren grinned, panting, red-faced and triumphant. “I win.”

But Steve shook his head and sat up, pressing his lips to the others in a delicate kiss. He winked. “I win.”

Darren's eyebrows rose high on his forehead. “Really, now?”

“Yeah, really.”

“You're sitting on my Reese's.”

“Shit.”