Hating Game [BoyxBoy]

"You save the last dance for me."

Chapter 10: “You save the last dance for me.”

It was Halloween!

Everyone was excitedly getting ready for the evening, with costumes and everything. Kent Hawthorne was sitting by the mirror, fixing his makeup. He was apparently dressed up as the Joker, while Railings was dressed as a centuries-old vampire.

“You look fabulous!” Hawthorne exclaimed, watching as Railings turned around with a chuckle, flexing his black cloak.

“No one is as good as me, right?” Railings grinned, “I should remind all the girls that I'm taken and my partner is a very jealous person.”

Hawthorne snorted, glancing at Railings. “Who is jealous? Do you perhaps have a partner, Luned?”

“Why of course I have a partner. My partner is beautiful and I wish to gatekeep him to have him all by myself.” A twisted smile settled across his handsome face.

Hawthorne rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. “You mean that mysterious, dashing partner who’s always stealing the last slice of pizza?”

“Indeed, the very one who insists on hogging all the blankets,” Railings shot back, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Ah, well, he sounds like a real handful,” Hawthorne said, standing up and brushing a speck of glitter off Railings' shoulder. “But I suppose he's worth it.”

Railings pulled Hawthorne closer, wrapping an arm around his waist. “More than worth it. And might I say, Mr. Joker, you are looking dangerously charming tonight. Should I be worried about you turning heads?”

Hawthorne laughed, leaning in to press a light kiss on Railings' cheek. “Only if you think they can compete with a centuries-old vampire.”

“Let them try,” Railings murmured, kissing him back. “I’ll just have to remind them, and you, who you belong to.”

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s embrace, before Hawthorne pulled back with a teasing grin. “So, what’s the plan? Scare some kids, win the costume contest, and then head back home to watch horror movies?”

Railings raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. “You forgot the part where we steal all the good candy from the trick-or-treaters.”

“Of course,” Hawthorne laughed. “The only disappointing thing is that I won't spend time with you.

“Sneaking away is the only plan.” Railings confirm. “Let's only spend an hour there, alright?”

“Alright.”

Sealing Hawthorne's lips with his, their kiss was soft and slow. Like they were walking on eggshells while hanging on to time, never wanting time to go on. Hawthorne gasped breathless, pulling away from the kiss but he was still in Railings' arms.

“Rosemarie is waiting for me,” Hawthorne half-whispered, still a little drowsy from the kiss.

“Do you have to go with her?” Railings asked, a hint of jealousy creeping into his voice.

Hawthorne smiled innocently. “She's a friend from my hometown. It's only natural that I go with her.”

“Mmmmh,” Railings grumbled, clearly not pleased. “Do not tell me you're jealous.” Hawthorne chuckled, “Oh come on, look, I'm already bent like this. Do you think I'll want to play for the other team?”

Railings laughed, his jealousy melting away. “I suppose not. But can you blame me for wanting to keep you all to myself?”

Hawthorne wrapped his arms around Railings' neck, their foreheads touching. “No, I can’t blame you at all. I’d be the same if the roles were reversed.”