Halloween Party Pampering (Patreon)

I’ve always hated parties. Haruka thought to himself, staring down at the floor beneath his feet.

The sound of a crowd continued to build beneath the floorboards of Haruka’s room, the sound of laughter and music to set the mood, it was hard enough to sleep through these but to attend them? That was a whole other beast. He wasn’t often invited to parties, especially not ones hosted by his roommate, Ace Daimori, but this was a rare exception. The boy had a crush on Ace ever since he arrived at the college, so to be invited by him to his party? Talk about a dream come true.

But why did it have to be so busy…? Surely, there was a way to enjoy each other’s company outside of a party. He didn’t care for football, but he’d watch with Ace and his friends when there was a game in town. He had video games to play, why couldn’t they play those? The questions ran in his head. Maybe it had to do with being seen with Haruka, maybe that was the test…

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door, making Haruka jump instantly. A small yelp shot from his lips, turning over his shoulder to look at the door, almost expecting somebody to be there. “Hey, Haruka! You comin’?”

It was Ace, checking in on him, and Haruka’s heart fluttered briefly before looking back to the mirror he was standing in front of. He looked himself over, from the purple boots all the way to the lowered hood of the cloak. He certainly looked cute, but… he felt so exposed like this. Maybe getting a costume sized for women wasn’t the way to go. He heard the doorknob twist a bit, the metal shifting, as the wooden door creaked open to reveal a taller figure.

He stood around six feet tall, towering over Haruka, with those piercing blue eyes of his. His hair was usually fluffy, but today it was slicked back a bit, as he peeked into the room. He was dressed in a flight suit, a pair of sunglasses folded on the collar, as he gave a gentle smile to the shy boy. “Woah, that’s one hell of a costume-” He began, as Haruka turned to face him.

He couldn’t see it, under the pale moonlight, as his window captured the form of Haruka and his cosplay of Raven. The sleek, navy, tight suit paired with the pale thighs the boy had were… eyecandy to say the least. Ace felt his heartbeat skip for just a second, looking over Haruka in a mix of amazement with a hint of lust. “A-Are you some kind of… grim reaper?” Ace asked, his questioning heart jumping with joy.

Haruka quickly closed the cloak around himself, his cheeks beginning to burn a bit, as he soon pulled the hood up as well. “N-No, not re-really. I-I’m from this show-” Haruka began, stammering over nearly every word, as he tried to explain who Raven was.

Ace nodded his head, doing his best to follow along. Haruka was a bit dorky, but it was always in such a charming way to Ace. He had a passion for his interests, something that Ace admired greatly, and it certainly helped that the image he now had of Haruka was… really tantalizing. It was starting to infect the way Ace was thinking.

I don’t really… get what he’s saying but, man, he’s kind of… cute. Shit, I shouldn’t be thinking like this. I have a girlfriend! I-I’ll just ask her to dress like this when I get the chance…

“Ace! Come on man! The Jungle Juice chug is gonna get started!” Another voice called from downstairs, causing Ace to snap back to reality.

“Well, you look great! C’mon Haruka, live a little!” Ace beamed, moving closer to Haruka, causing the boy’s heart to race.

He carefully took Haruka’s hand into his own, beginning to slowly make his way downstairs, as Haruka did his best to keep himself closed off and hidden. I can’t believe this is happening, Haruka thought, h-he’s holding my hand! He’s holding my hand!

To say that Haruka was a nervous wreck would be an understatement. The boy had no clue how to handle himself in this situation, but he was happy Ace was making the effort. Slowly, one by one, Ace introduced Haruka to his friends from the team and even to some other jocks in the area. The soccer team, the baseball team, and the basketball team - Haruka began slowly getting a bit more… comfortable in his position. “I’m going to compete in a sec, so just like… wait here! Don’t go to your room or I’ll drag you down kicking and screaming, got it?” Ace teased, as Haruka nodded his head.

The hood eventually came down, as Haruka fixed his bangs, but the boy remained as distant as he could be. He wanted to hang out with Ace, his crush for years now, and he would after Ace was done with this little chugging competition. Haruka never had a drink in his hand, he was just content to enjoy the company of others, and it seemed like he was… welcomed. Ace, meanwhile, was having a bit of a moment to himself to try and get rid of the growing thoughts of Haruka. He just hoped the drink would help…

Just stop imagining him like that. It should be easy! Forget about those pillowy thighs… the soft skin… the gentle touch-

Within seconds, Ace felt the hard and bitter alcohol splash his chin and dribble down his body. “Shit! Guess I’m out! I’m gonna… grab a new shirt.” He laughed nervously, only having downed a single cup.

He was met with a bit of playful disappointment, it seemed he had a record to hold and the dirty thoughts of Haruka ended that. He could have probably downed the barrel they used to brew the mix, but that tired emo found a way to haunt him. Haruka, meanwhile, followed behind as best he could. Ace was focused on trying to get rid of these thoughts that… something clicked in him. Maybe he could just, a little, find a way to lie and blame these intrusive thoughts on the drinks. “Ace, are… you feeling okay?” Haruka asked sheepishly, his hand cautiously reaching for Ace’s own.

“Yeah! I’m fine. I’m fine, Haruka. Why don’t you… sit on the couch and just wait for me to get back down. Party should be dying down like… eventually?”

Haruka nodded his head, watching Ace climb the stairs, as he took a seat on the black fabric couch. Minutes ticked by, as Haruka looked around like a lost puppy. He was told not to go upstairs, so he didn’t. He was told to wait on the couch, and so he did. But where was Ace? He was taking longer than expected to just change a shirt. Eventually, he saw the jock return and move over to Haruka with a tint of red on his cheeks. “Ace, are you sure you’re okay…?” Haruka asked, as Ace took a knee and began to remove Haruka’s boots.

The jock watched as they began to reveal the socks that lay beneath, a sight he was all too familiar with. He knew the prizes that lay beneath the cotton prisons he held in his hands, it was only a month ago that he got his hands on them. Ever since he offered foot rubs, partly out of kindness to calm a stressed out Haruka, he couldn’t stop thinking about those soles. He wanted to have more excuses to touch them, but with Haruka now caught up with work, it was hard to find time or a good reason.

“A-Ace?!” Haruka stammered, watching the white socks get peeled off, only for his soft soles to be gripped by Ace’s hands.

The voice was muffled to Ace, as he remained silent and continued down his path. Only for a tug from Haruka’s leg to wake him back up. “I figured you’d need a massage to relax you. I know how you get in… high stress situations.” Ace answered quietly, as Haruka just tried to remain as quiet as possible.

This wasn’t anything new for the pair, Ace usually gave Haruka foot massages when he’d have panic attacks, but to have it be done publicly was… a bit overwhelming to say the least. But Haruka would power through it, not questioning Ace’s kind nature, and just chalking it up to Ace looking out for Haruka. Well, until he felt his foot get lifted up and a warm sensation pressed into the skin. “M-Mmh!!” Haruka jumped, watching as Ace began to lap at his left foot.

“A-Ace-!” Haruka whispered, hoping to get Ace’s attention.

He could feel Ace’s tongue run through each digit of his toes, run up his sole, and finally soak his heel. Haruka didn’t know what to make of this. This was the first time he’s ever had Ace do something like this, the first time he’s ever felt something like this, and the first time he’s been seen with Ace acting like this! Was this… normal? “A-Ace, yo-you’re drunk and you’re starting to cause a scene-”

Haruka’s eyes darted around, as Ace turned to sit more comfortably, and arm locked Haruka’s right foot to begin soaking that one in spit. With one foot spit shined, Haruka just had to sit and wait, hoping that this wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass. What was Ace doing?! It felt nice, sure, but it was just a wet massage at the end of the day. He wasn’t going to be able to do much about it except… let Ace tire himself out. Surely, if this was how his night was going to go… maybe it would be worth it.