Drabble - Lilacs

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Lilacs - The House on Elm Street

"I'm not going in there," Gene said, crossing his arms across his chest and glaring at his stepbrother slash boyfriend.

Teddy had on mirrored sunglasses, but Gene could tell he was rolling his eyes anyway. "You're a baby."

"I think I was the one calling you baby, last night," Gene retorted, desperate to distract.

"Whatever you say, honey," Teddy replied in that prissy tone of voice he knew Gene hated. Honestly, why was he in a vaguely incestual relationship with a guy who knew all the ways to drive him crazy?

Teddy gave him a shove. "Dude, it's just a house. Stop being a pussy."

"Fuck you," Gene said, digging in his heels and refusing to budge an inch more. "Do you see that house? If I was holding a book on haunted houses right this instant, that house would be in it. Do you see what street we're on? Elm Street. Thank god we're not asleep, or we'd be dead."

"Oh, my god, you are the world' biggest wimp. Honestly, Gene, grow up. The house is not haunted."

"Yeah, and the tower wasn't haunted either. Screw you. I'm not going in."

"We have to go in," Teddy said with slow, careful patience. "We made an appointment to see the room. It's a good neighborhood, affordable, close to school, and that bar down the street was sporting rainbows. If you do not find your balls and put them back on, the only attention you'll be getting for the rest of the semester is self-service. Do I make myself clear?"

Heaving a long sigh, knowing Teddy would not actually go a full semester without giving him sex but would go long enough to make life quite miserable indeed, Gene finally trudged up the walkway and climbed the steps -- oh man they creaked just like in spooky houses -- and knocked on the door.

He jumped when he heard a cat meow, and glared at the evil black cat which jumped down from where it had been hiding on the porch swing.

An attempt to turn and leave, however, was only meant with a Very Displeased Teddy.

Sighing again to express just how much he was suffering for love and a cheap apartment, Gene turned and knocked.

The door creaked open slowly, and the sun was too bright for him to see clearly inside. All he really got was a vague image of an old woman -- and a waft of insanely cold air that brought back things he preferred not to think about.

He turned to flee, but Teddy yanked his arm, and pinched his ass hard. "It's the AC, you dumbas," He hissed, then turned and smiled at the nice-looking older woman who stepped outside to greet them. "We called earlier, ma'am. I'm Teddy, this is Gene."

"Yes, dears, come right inside." The woman continued chatting, Teddy keeping up easily.

Gene let him, relaxing a bit as the coldness proved to be just the AC as Teddy had said, but didn't let go of Teddy's hand until they shook hands before leaving.

"See?" Teddy said. "Perfectly harmless."

"I'm still looking it up on the ghost sights tonight when we get home," Gene muttered.

Teddy shook his head, eyes rolling behind his glasses. "You are the world's biggest baby."

"Oh, yeah, and you faced the ghosts oh so very bravely."

"Come on, baby, I'll buy you ice cream for being a good boy."

"Screw that," Gene said. "If I've been a good boy, I want to lick the ice cream off you."

Teddy shivered, but continued to try for nonchalance. "Maybe. If mom and dad aren't home."

"Oh, god, don't say that. I really hate when you bring up the whole kinda-sorta incest thing."

Teddy grinned, and reached out to pinch his ass again, this time in a playful way. "Come on, little brother, let's go get you some ice cream."

"Assole," Gene muttered. "I'm only a month younger." But he only swatted Teddy's ass lightly in return, and went along agreebaly for ice cream. Because he'd braved the stupid haunted house, and nothing was better than Teddy a la mode.