Tricks

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"Are you s-sure we can trick-or-treat? We might be a l-little old..."

Mike, Jeremy, Scott, and Vincent roamed the streets of the city, pillowcases full of candy and hearts full of childlike glee. Even though Jeremy was protesting out of anxiety, he was extremely happy to be out trick-or-treating...

... with Mike.

He found himself stealing glances at the man every once in a while. Looking at his soft lips and bright blue eyes and perfect cheekbones, and he knew that somewhere under that baggy shirt was a perfect set of abs. Six, maybe eight! Maybe more. Imagine.

Of course, Jeremy could only do this once in every few minutes, for fear of being caught. But still...

"Trick or treat!" Mike shouted. Crap, Jeremy hadn't realized they were already at a house. He opened his treat bag and held it out, and the people at the door dropped some lemon-flavored candies and some chocolate bars into his bag.

"Lemon!" he shouted, admittedly a bit too excited.

"I got some Tootsie Rolls." Mike announced.

"And I got bubble gum." Scott proclaimed.

Vincent unenthusiastically added "I got a rock."

Jeremy smiled and worked up the courage to hug Mike for no good reason as they began walking. Mike hugged back. This really was a perfect night.

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