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  They curled their heads to watch their shafts slip and slide. Both cocks were shiny with pre-cum. Wyatt captured Keegan’s lips in long sloppy kisses.

  Wyatt thrust and rolled his hips, keeping their cocks together as they frotted. The pressure lifted and released to create all kinds of sensations. A multitude of sounds slipped from both of them. Wyatt angled his cock along a different line, and repeated the heavy pressured motion.

  Keegan dug his fingers into Wyatt’s hip and ground back. Heavy breaths escaped while his body responded to the frottage. When Wyatt lifted his hips again, Keegan wrapped his fingers around their shafts, using the lube and pre-cum as slick, and jacked them together. He couldn’t quite get his fingers around both girths, but it was enough to keep things going.

  Wyatt kept up the thrust to match Keegan’s responses. He bent over to capture Keegan’s lips.

  Keegan spread his legs wider for a better fit between them. He bent one knee to brace his body and hold them in place. He slid the fingers of his free hand into Wyatt’s hair. They exchanged more sloppy kisses, full of tongue and nips.

  They rubbed, undulated and rolled together. They shifted positions to find new spots. Keegan arched closer to jack their shafts. Neither one let up on the kissing. They altered their positions, adjusting constantly for a different feeling and pressure.

  Wyatt lifted and dropped until he could rub his shaft over Keegan’s sac. Keegan moaned into Wyatt’s mouth and chased after him to keep kissing. Keegan dug his fingers into Wyatt’s ass. Wyatt thrust and undulated to keep their shafts together.

  They separated enough to pay attention to the rest of their bodies to lick on nipples, nuzzle hot spots, and discover all the sensitive points. They found ways to make each other pull in a sharp breath, moan or cry out with pleasure.

  Keegan let all restraints loose. He came hard. His cock spurted ropes of creamy cum, covering their bellies. Soon, Wyatt shouted his name. He added his release to the mess. They dragged out their orgasms until they became too sensitive. Their kisses slowed into a lingering motion.

  With a few more kisses, Wyatt pushed away from Keegan. “Lemme clean us up. I’ll heat brunch.”

  “Which is now a late lunch,” Keegan said. He stretched his arms over his head but didn’t otherwise move. Lazy after he’d come, he enjoyed the feeling.

  “Either way, I’m going to take care of you today. Cleaning up. Food. Nap. More sex. I have plans.” Wyatt kissed him again then walked away.

  Keegan could get used to this type of treatment.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Halloween had arrived. Wyatt couldn’t stop dancing. This was the best day of the year. He loved Halloween.

  Thanks to all the progress he’d made on the mascot after delivering the Southern Charm projects, he managed to leave the studio early to meet Collin at the house. He hit a button to dial a familiar number and held the phone between his ear and shoulder. He moved around to gather the costumes.

  “Hi, Wyatt, I’m on my way. I promise. Got tied up in a staff meeting. Sheriff didn’t need me on call,” Keegan said.

  “Just making sure. Countdown is under five hours.”

  “Are you going to bounce and squeal like Samuel?”

  “What? No, I’m far more dignified and manly.” Wyatt flexed his arms, though Keegan couldn’t see. “Grr.”

  Keegan laughed.

  “See you soon,” Wyatt said.

  “Bye, crazy man,” Keegan said.

  Wyatt finished the call and set the phone on the table. “Collin! Where’s the box of—”

  “Makeup?” Collin walked out of his hallway with a box in his hands. “Why did you put it in the extra room if you’re going to forget doing it?”

  “That’s why I have you.” Wyatt took the box from Collin then set it on the table. “Keegan’s on his way. We’ll get something to eat and start getting ready.”

  “Did he call you insane? If he didn’t, I am!” Collin called over his shoulder. He disappeared into his room.

  “You can’t hide in there all night,” Wyatt called back.

  * * * *

  By the time Keegan arrived at the house, Wyatt had taken full command. He got all of them in padding and in the signature suits. Only these suits were tattered, ragged and soon to be splashed with muck and blood. He spent an hour applying his ratty Moe wig, facial gel appliances and most of the makeup. He would touch things up before they left.

  “Keegan, get on the stool first,” he said and Keegan hopped up.

  “What’s next, oh master and creator?” Keegan asked. His jaw dropped when he took in Wyatt’s appearance. “Holy shit, that’s creepy as hell. How did you do that?”

  “Practice. Told you, I love Halloween. I’ve done facial appliances and makeup for years. Some of the other guys come over so I can finish their costumes with the right makeup.” Wyatt held out the cap. “Tug this over your hair and get in all the stray pieces.”

  Keegan took the cap and pulled it on his head. He used the mirrors to tuck in all the stray pieces.

  “Stay facing the mirror so I can glue this bald cap and wig in place,” Wyatt said. With care and precision, he took the time necessary to place the larger pieces and used a latex glue to secure the edges around Keegan’s hairline. He shifted it just a touch until Keegan had the perfect receding hairline and crazy curls like Larry.

  “Turn and face me for the rest. You can check yourself out when I finish,” Wyatt said.

  Keegan spun around. “Sheesh. Now I know what happens if I start losing my hair. Scary,” he said.

  They laughed together.

  Wyatt prepared the multiple gel appliances on a tray near him. He already had the makeup spread in the order he needed everything. Soon, he got down to the business of turning Keegan into a zombie Larry.

  “Why do I have to be the bald guy?” Collin asked.

  “Cause you’re the youngest and I laid out the orders. You’re playing Curly. Now pull the hairnet over your hair and start working on the bald cap. Make sure all of your hair is underneath and out of sight.”

  Collin grumbled. He sat on a chair set in front of a mirror.

  “You’re being plain evil,” Keegan said.

  “Ahh. I love being an uncle,” Wyatt said. “Okay. Zombie time. We put the gel and conditioner in the hair to make it stringy, greasy and nasty. Though the traditional white zombie contacts would be awesome, I wouldn’t push either of you to go so far. You’re a partial zombie, not all the way gone. How’s that?”

  “Thank you.”

  “Can you see without the glasses?”

  “Yes, I prefer using them, but I can walk around with you. Don’t make me look at anything too far or too close. Regular distance I’m good.”

  “Perfect. Now we need to apply some of these gel appliances.” Wyatt chose four different pieces to alter Keegan’s face.

  “Do you know how to apply these?”

  “Yup. Learned from a makeup artist a few years ago. If I didn’t create this type of art, I would have become a special effects makeup artist. It’s kick-ass stuff. Now, hold still so I can glue these down.”

  Taking care, Wyatt glued the edges of each appliance to Keegan’s face and neck. He blended the edges and sealed everything with latex. He kicked his stool away, finding it easier to stand and move around Keegan. Then he worked with a series of red and black paints. It took time, but he painted in each bite wound and added a touch of gel blood. Changing over to face paints, Wyatt started with a creamy white base around Keegan’s face, neck and ears. He added some to where the wig created a bald pattern for Larry’s hair. He shaded Keegan’s eye sockets with brown. With watered down paint and a thin brush, he painted squiggly lines all over his face and neck. It slowly created a purple mottled appearance.

  Wyatt took a step back and studied his work.

  Keegan blinked and stared back. “Am I creepy looking? Do I match you?”

  “You’re getting there.” Wyatt touched up a few more lines.

/>   “Damn, that is epic,” Collin said.

  “You’ll be in the chair next,” Wyatt said. He picked up a brush and tapped it in a watered down mix of white, gray and brown paints. “Close your eyes.” When Keegan closed them, Wyatt flicked the bristles with his fingers to give the skin a stippling effect and add depth. “Keep them closed for a bit.” He went in with more brown and purple around the hairline, eyes, nose and lips. Careful to not go too heavy, he stepped back to check his work and adjust things as needed. He repeated the process on Keegan’s forearms and hands to complete his appearance. He glued some opaque nails to alter Keegan’s fingers and added color.

  “You put fake nails on me,” Keegan said.

  “Yup.”

  “Fake nails.”

  “Relax. They’ll come off,” Wyatt said. “Now comes the gore part of being a zombie.”

  “The ick factor,” Keegan said.

  “Yup.” Wyatt added red and black to the various bite wounds, sealing them with latex to keep them shiny and ’fresh’ looking. With gel blood, then stippled watered red paint around the surrounding skin, he stepped back once more to check over his lover.

  “Well? Am I a zombie?” Keegan asked.

  “Oh, shit! Epic! This freaking rocks. Okay, now I love this idea,” Collin said.

  “And here you didn’t trust me,” Wyatt said.

  “It was a truly wacky idea.”

  “But brilliant.”

  “Yeah. Yeah,” Collin said.

  Wyatt picked up a setting spray and spritzed all over Keegan’s head, neck, forearms and his hands. For a final effect, he touched up the bites with blood, smeared Vaseline on the raised edges to highlight them. Then he gave Keegan a cup with dark brown food coloring mixed in grape juice. “Swish it around a bit and swallow. It’s safe.”

  “Ick,” Keegan said. He took a sip, swished and gargled. Unable to swallow, no matter what Wyatt said, he spat it back in the cup.

  “Lovely.”

  “Tastes nasty.” Keegan moved his mouth and gave his head a sharp shake. “What is that stuff?”

  “Nothing much, but it’ll color your teeth.”

  “What?”

  “It’ll brush off. I promise. Pull your lips back,” Wyatt said and Keegan pulled a fierce face. “Okay. Zombie Larry is done. Close your eyes so I can turn you around.”

  Keegan closed his eyes and let Wyatt spin him on the stool.

  “Open.”

  “Holy shit! I don’t recognize myself,” Keegan said when he leaned closer to check out everything.

  “Not bad, huh?” Wyatt asked.

  “You’re amazing.”

  “Eeh, I do try. Get up and don’t smear anything. We’ll do the touches on our clothes last. Collin, butt on the stool,” Wyatt said.

  Soon as Keegan left the stool and dropped in a different chair, Collin sat in place.

  “Gonna watch?” Wyatt asked Keegan.

  “This is so out of my league, but I want to see how you do it,” Keegan said.

  “Can you hand over what I need? It’ll go faster.”

  “Sure.”

  With Keegan’s help, Wyatt worked faster once he’d adjusted and secured the full bald cap. He did the same with the gel appliances on Collin’s face. He kept the same appearance across all three of them. A half hour later, a zombie Curly appeared in the mirror.

  Collin hopped off the stool. “Holy shit! Epic!”

  Wyatt closed up all the makeup and glue bottles. He turned his attention to their clothes, added rips, gel blood, rubbed handfuls of dirt and brown powder in places and gave them a general dusty, nasty appearance as if the Stooges had recently climbed out of their graves. Instead of hitting and bopping one another, they took bites.

  With all the makeup finished, he coached them into performing zombie shambles and movements. They worked on the familiar Stooges noises, reactions and general craziness. Collin actually did a pretty decent Curly laugh and voice.

  “Are we ready to prowl Shore Breeze and bring them the Zombie Stooges?” he asked his team.

  With everything done, Wyatt tucked his wallet and keys in pockets and led the Stooges to his car. He parked in one of the open lots and they walked toward the festival. Once they hit the outer limits, they slid into character and shambled in like the Zombie Stooges to everyone’s delight and calls.

  “Mommy! Mommy!” one fairy princess screamed and ran from them.

  “Oops,” Collin whispered to Wyatt. “Guess it worked.”

  “Guess so,” Wyatt said.

  Keegan chuckled under his breath.

  “Oh, damn, look at the Avengers team.” Collin bounced on his toes and pointed.

  “Hey, no bouncing on toes. We’re zombies.” Wyatt nudged his nephew. “Back in character.”

  Collin dismissed his wave with a hand and tugged them closer toward the team of Marvel superheroes.

  “What Avengers? Oh, there they are,” Keegan said in between squints to deal with his eyesight.

  “I tucked your glasses in your inside jacket pocket. You can put them on so you’re not walking into things. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Wyatt took Keegan’s hand and they followed Collin. “We’ll get back in character when the judges come around for the contest.”

  “Thank you,” Keegan said. He tugged the metal-framed glasses out then slid them carefully on his face and around the facial applications. He blinked and stared at the group in front of them. “Wow.”

  “I can’t believe you made me do this,” the ‘Nick Fury’ said. He stood to the side and crossed his arms over his chest.

  “At least you can see where you’re going,” Iron Man said.

  “Out of one eye and without my glasses,” Nick replied.

  Wyatt couldn’t help but chuckle at the group.

  “Awesome costumes, guys. I believe the Stooges visited The Walking Dead cast,” Captain America said and gave them two thumbs up.

  “Appreciate it, Captain. Who came up with all this?” Wyatt asked.

  “Me,” Black Widow said.

  No wait. Wyatt stopped his thought and looked closer. That’s a he!

  The Widow tossed back his red hair and smiled.

  Wyatt checked out the long legs encased in black leather and boots. He lifted his gaze and studied the familiar smile. “Samuel?”

  Samuel nodded. “What do you think? Aren’t I a badass?” He took up one of Black Widow’s poses with a gun he pulled from a thigh holster.

  “Impressive,” Wyatt said.

  “Please. He didn’t have many options. He’s the only one who could squeeze his ass into the pants,” Sully deadpanned. He tapped Thor’s big hammer against one hand.

  “You make a mighty Thor, Sully,” Wyatt said and checked out a pouting Nick Fury. “What’s wrong, Chandler? I love the coat.”

  “I rather be stuffed in a hazmat suit,” Chandler said. He wiggled his black-gloved hands.

  “You’re doing great, honey,” Sully reassured his lover. He lowered his voice to a silky tone and added, “You know I’ll help you wash off any potential germs later tonight.”

  Chandler lifted his gaze at his mighty Thor and beamed a smile at him.

  “Who’s the rest of the gang?” Keegan asked.

  Samuel pointed to the others. “As Wyatt figured out, Sully is our mighty Thor with Chandler as our leader, Nick Fury. Our Captain America is my honey, Dakota.” He sent air kisses to the captain. “Our fabulous Iron Man and Tony Stark is none other than Mal.”

  “Mal?” Wyatt asked.

  Iron Man flipped up the front faceplate and Mal grinned. “Isn’t this so damn cool?”

  “What about the crazy hippie or clown costume?”

  “Been there. Done that. This is so much better. Other than not being able to see at times,” Mal said. “Look who got to be my big green guy.”

  Hulk waved.

  “Reece?” Wyatt asked.

  “I’m the tallest of the group, so Samuel stuffed me into this costume,” Reece said. “I would
have been a better forest nymph or zombie, but no, I had to be a doctor with a bad temper and radiation.”

  “Don’t be mad, you fill out the suit in such a fine way,” Mal said. He blinked in an adoring fashion at Reece before he giggled.

  Wyatt counted off the Avengers. “Hey, where’s Hawkeye?”

  “Here, I’m here behind the big guys,” Hawkeye called out. He appeared between Thor and Hulk. He was dressed in the signature black and red costume with the long jacket, pants and boots. A full bow and quiver rested across his back. He even had the hand gauntlets.

  “Is that you, Dorian? Damn, you’re looking fine,” Wyatt said.

  “You’re creepy,” Dorian said. “I planned on being Arrow, but Samuel suggested this set instead. I like Hawkeye, he’s damn cool.”

  Wyatt turned to see both Keegan’s and Collin’s eyes about bug out of their heads. They weren’t the first to look away from the Avengers. Mal dropped his jaw in shock. Sully whistled low in appreciation.

  “Yeah, yeah, ham it up. Last time you’re gonna see this,” the hunky Roman Gladiator said.

  “Holy shit! Robin!” Wyatt said. He gave the gladiator a long perusal from his sandals, up the long bare legs, to the Roman-style kilt, shoulder strap with an armored shield and a red cloak that almost swept the ground. A sword hung in a sheath against his hip. A pair of arm bands and wrist guards completed the look. Someone had styled Robin’s hair in loose curls.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Robin said again. He glared over at the smiling Roman Caesar next to him. “Really? Why did you have to do this to me, Beau?”

  The Emperor Caesar wore a simple white robe with a crushed velvet purple shoulder drape along with a belt and leather sandals with laces wrapped up his lower legs. A golden laurel leaf crown rested upon his head. While his legs were on display, they didn’t quite compare to Robin. “I told you it would be out of your comfort zone,” Beau said in his delicious British accent. He pointed a finger at his gladiator. “He wanted to dress up as a Hawaii Five-O cop. Even if it could have been hunky, it was boring and predictable.”