(decided to post my halloween oneshots on here and on my ao3 instead of sharing the link to my shorts work everytime,,)
Ship: Moo/Delirious
Warnings: Sort of suggestive at the beginning-ish-middle (it just making out really)
Word Count: 255
"I'm home!" Brock yelled as he stepped into the house, shifting to slip out of his shoes before he began to walk around. "Jonathan?" he asked, peaking into the kitchen after he didn't see him in the dining room. He didn't go out, right? He supposed Luke could have come and gotten him so they could get some drinks. He shook that thought out as he heard a door open upstairs.
He hummed softly and moved up the stairs, though his mind started to worry as he thought about it. It was only the 29th. Halloween wasn't here yet, Jon shouldn't be doing anything stupid.
He took that back the minute he saw a figure run at him once he was in the upstairs hallway, a little yell escaping him as he was lunged at.
"Jon!" Brock squealed as he was tackled down and he looked up at his boyfriend in surprise until Jon bent down to kiss him harshly yet sweetly. It was a very shocking gesture, and it froze him for a moment. But, he began to respond. Brock struggled to keep his eyes open, his hand gripping the back of Jon's jacket and another moving to his hair. He let out a groan as he felt a hand squeeze his shoulder gently, a sign to where this was going, so he let his mouth part so John could trail his tongue inside.
Jon pulled back after another minute and then trailed to kiss at Brock’s jaw, the male under him panting lightly and shaking from excitement- it had been awhile since they’ve done this so he figured it was fair.
Then, a sharp pain struck Brock's neck when Jon bit down and he let out a yelp, along with a pained hiss. Jon pulled back hurriedly. “Fuck! Sorry, Brock,” he apologized quickly and sat up, putting his hands up in defense as Brock moved a hand to rub his neck before he shot a glare at Jon. It held no real heat of course, more of a wordless threat. “Jon. If you open that mouth and those plastic fucking vampire teeth are in I’m going to lock you out of our bedroom,” he threatened. Jon clamped his mouth shut, Brock raised a brow.
Jon quickly took off down the hallway, Brock sighed and rolled his eyes as he forced himself to stand back up.
“You do this every Halloween, Jon! Every. Halloween!” he called, but there was a fondness there. He had to give him credit for trying, after all. And, the laugh he got in response was worth the little pain in his neck.
