day 24 of @almost-a-class-act's War Is Helloween prompts!
Character A turns up wearing a Halloween costume that Character B is extremely into, OR very scared of.
SAS: Rogue Heroes - Dr Gamal/David Stirling
David startles out of the little daydream he’d slipped into. He realises he’d been staring at Asim, more specifically at the costume he was wearing - a cheap black satin cape, with a red lining, the only evening suit David knows he owns, and a pair of cheap, goofy, plastic fangs that muffle his voice a little. He looks ridiculous. He also looks really hot, and David knows he’s been staring for far too long.
“Huh?” He says intelligently, his cheeks heating, berating himself internally. Nice going.
“The ears. They’re very cute.” Asim gently strokes a finger over one of the fluffy ears perched on David’s head. It had been a very last minute costume that he’d pulled out when Eve invited him over for a Halloween party. He’d wanted to object, but she’d told him he had to have a costume, so she’d pulled out the ears, and then, after giving him a once over, had strapped a blue dog collar round his neck too, before declaring him a presentable, very pretty, tame werewolf.
David tries not to stutter like an idiot as he thinks of something to say. “Uhh, thanks. Your…um, your cape looks cool too.”
Part of David wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole, and he’s about to turn and flee from this embarrassing encounter, when a grin stretches over the other man’s face, and David feels a little weak in the knees with the full force of that smile being aimed at him.
Asim chuckles. “Eve gave them to me. She said something a little cryptic. She said that you’d like the costume.”
“I-I…yeah, I do. You look really good in it.” A bolt of lightning would do just as well as a sinkhole.
“You look good in your costume, too, David. The ears suit you. So does the collar.” There’s a pause for a moment, the two of them considering what Asim has just said, the noise of the party washing over them, as Asim reaches up and strokes a finger over the ears again. Then, he slowly, gently, hooks a finger into the blue leather collar round David’s neck and pulls him in close. “Do you want to get out of here?”
Asim slides the finger out from beneath the collar, and then grabs David’s hand, tugging him away from the rest of the crowd, and part of David wishes Asim still had his finger hooked in the collar to tug him along.
It doesn’t matter though, because later, when they reach Asim’s flat, David gets his wish. All night long.
