Halloween Special - Chasing Tail – Preview (Patreon)

Author’s note: I know Halloween comes tomorrow, but Sundays are reserved for Hungry Heart, so I decided to hand you a little gift a little earlier. I thought a lot about what special treat I should prepare for this Halloween, and then it struck me that there is someone very much interested in costumes and parties that I also love a lot already present in one of my works in progress. This story will be multi-chaptered, it will come after Good Guys Don’t Date Bad Boys – so a bit far into the future, please don’t hate me – and it will feature Rusty taking center stage, and, of course, his very own love interest.

So, this is sort of a first chapter, although I might change things around before I get to start working on the full story for real. I hope you’ll find it a nice Halloween treat!

How Far Does That Zipper Go?

“Cool choice, bro.” Rusty accepted what had to be the tenth slap on the back since he had walked through the door and barely managed about ten steps inside. “The makeup is like, wow. You look just like the guy.”

Rusty only grunted in reply, and the guy whose name he didn’t even remember moved to the next celebrity walking through the door. There was not a bigger celebrity than him on the entire campus at Sunny Hill, but still, he was generous and didn’t mind sharing the perks of fame with others.

Too bad, though, that the reputation of being the king of hookups and everything else didn’t come with a cure for a specific affliction he had felt himself suffering from lately.

A curvy blonde dressed in what was supposed to be a sexy spider costume smiled at him from under her mask. Rusty smiled back, but then, he remembered. He didn’t hook up with the same person twice. She leaned against him. “Hi, Rusty, I almost failed to recognize you!” She talked in a high-pitched voice to cover the bass making the house shake. “You look so cool!”

Well, flattery wouldn’t get her anywhere, Rusty decided. “You look sexy,” he replied. “John from the lacrosse team thinks so, too.” He pointed to the unknowing victim. “I just heard him bragging to his buddies that he’s so gonna get you tonight.”

“He did?” She got closer, making Rusty realize that her eyes were a bit cross. Maybe she needed glasses.

“Totally,” he confirmed.

“But I’d rather spend some more time with you,” she insisted, pressing her generous chest against his elbow.

“Sorry, sis, I’m on a spider-free diet,” he joked and pushed her gently away from him, but firmly enough to make a point.

Maybe she was a bit cross-eyed and easy, but she wasn’t stupid. She straightened up right away, gave him a deadly stare, and turned on her heels with a huff. Without mistake, she stormed off into the direction of John from the lacrosse team. The guy should be grateful, Rusty thought and shrugged. The girl was a riot in bed.

Only that tonight, he wasn’t interested in anything like that. Tonight, he wanted something different, or maybe nothing at all. For the moment, like the king that he was, he should find an adequate throne and plopped down on it so that he could inspect at leisure the loyal subjects frolicking about, all dressed to impress.

***

“I don’t think I can do this.” Matty dug his heels into the ground, hoping that would be enough to convince Zoey they would be better marching back to their dorm, getting out of those stupid costumes, and forgetting about silly Halloween parties.

Zoey, however, was insanely strong for her small frame. She pushed him from behind. “Yes, you can.”

“I’m already sweaty and miserable in this,” Matty complained. “Isn’t it punishment enough?” He honestly didn’t need any more torture on top of everything, such as watching Rusty Parker, his crush for the last three years, hooking up with yet another random girl.

“No.” Zoey seemed pretty adamant about it all. “I told you. I have it on good authority that he likes this type of thing. You need to put yourself out there, Matty,” she said sternly. “How else can he ever notice you?”

The thing was, Matty was totally fine with Rusty Parker not noticing him. After three years and a few months, he was used to being ignored by his crush. But how could he explain that to Zoey, who, the moment she found out from Xpress that Rusty liked cat boys, decided that Matty needed to put on a stupid costume and head over to an equally stupid party?

“Zoey, he likes girls. I really think Xpress pulled this little piece of info you’re so invested in right out of their asses.”

Zoey appeared completely deaf to his reasoning. “Stop being so shy. Look, if you’re still invisible to him after tonight, I’ll keep my mouth shut forever. But you’ll also have to do something.”

“Like what?”

“Like finally deciding that three years is a bit too long for a crush and that investing your energies into finding an attainable guy is a much better choice for your sanity and wellbeing.”

He surely didn’t feel any sane or in a state of wellbeing, sweating like crazy in that neoprene suit. “Okay,” he murmured. “You’re right. If nothing happens tonight, I promise I’ll wean myself off Rusty Parker.”

“Good. That’s the spirit.” Zoey stopped him, pinched his cheeks, and then took out her chapstick to give his lips a little more of that rosy tint.

“Is it really necessary?” he complained.

“Strawberry-flavored,” Zoey replied. “No one resists.”

“Yeah. Right,” Matty said under his breath. “How do I look?”

Zoey pushed him at arm’s length, and even though she had always been his friend, Matty felt suddenly self-conscious under her stare. And quite naked in that suit gluing to his body like a second skin. Why had he accepted to do this again?

“Sexy,” she said. “Now go get him.”

There was no moment like the present, as they said. Matty sucked in a breath and followed Zoey into the party house.

***

Rusty slid on the couch into a comfortable position, his head back and resting against the plushy material. From his vantage point, he could stare at everyone through his eyelashes without letting them know they were inspected, measured, and severely criticized for their choice of costumes. So far, Rusty couldn’t say he was impressed. Nurses, zombies, and superheroes notwithstanding, no one appeared to have thought of breaking the mold a little. Sure, he was a fan of cosplay events and whatnot, and this was just a Halloween party, but people should put more effort into pretending that they were somebody else.

Like him. He was an expert at that, and he wanted to find a kindred soul each time he went to such a party. But it was all too clear that these people couldn’t appreciate the power of a costume. The ability to turn into someone else while carefully hiding your real self, that was an art.

Sexy girls shook their booties in front of him time and again, and yet, he stood there, unmoved. If he focused enough, he could feel the makeup turning dry on his cheeks, pinching his skin in places. The slight discomfort reminded him of the disguise he was wearing tonight, one for which at least another dozen people complimented him only throughout the last half an hour.

A bit of booze would take the edge of boredom off, he decided, and he was about to abandon his seat of power when a couple made headway through the sea of bodies to reach the living room and walk toward the punch bowl.

Interesting, Rusty thought, as he took in the girl’s red and black costume. However, while she appeared to pull that look quite well, his whole attention was immediately stolen by her companion.

The boy was willowy, which made him perfect for the costume he was wearing. Rusty’s credo was that any cosplayer worth their salt should attempt disguises that fit their body types the most. In this case, everything was spot on; the long legs, the tiny waist, the proportionately broader shoulders, and of course…

The perky butt adorned by a long tail. The guy turned for a moment and wrapped it around his forearm so that it didn’t get in the way.

Hmm, but the attitude was lacking, Rusty decided. This dude rocked the cat boy look well, but he was shy and moved about like he was inconveniencing others. Still, the costume was nice.

The girl grabbed two cups of punch, but when she turned, she managed to splash them against the dude’s chest. They both laughed, and the girl grabbed some paper towels to wipe her companion.

Rusty smiled as the girl grabbed the little bell and pulled the zipper down, revealing a smooth chest. The guy batted her hands again and pulled back the zipper, hiding the milky skin.

Rusty’s smile turned into a grin. Just how low did that zipper go? He would have to find out.

***

“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry,” Zoey said while stifling her laughter.

“Yeah, sure you are. Are you trying to make me perform some kind of weird striptease? We barely walked in.”

“Yes, I know. But you need to act fast. You know how quickly he gets snatched. We might be already late.”

Matty half-hoped that was the case and that tonight would go without any incidences involving him and Rusty Parker. The rational part of him was well aware that the guy didn’t even know someone like Matty to be alive and attending the same college. Throughout the three years of college that had already passed, they had barely exchanged a dozen words, and that counting the ‘hi, is this seat taken?’ at the start of freshman year.

The not-so-rational part of him nurtured hopes, silly, stupid, impossible hopes. Clearly, if his grandkids ever asked about his crazy time in college, Matty would only talk about having a hopeless crash for its entire duration. And not having any real fun.

If he thought about it, his crash made absolutely no sense whatsoever. Leaving aside the fact that Rusty Parker was straight, nothing really recommended him for someone like Matty. He took everything lightly, where Matty was nothing but serious about everything. He struggled through college, barely making it, while Matty was an ace student. Not to mention, his reputation was that of a very kinky, naughty person. Considering that, buttoned-up Matty – who was also still a virgin at twenty-one years of age – basically stood at the other end of the spectrum.

“I need to go to the bathroom and take the smell of punch out of this,” he said. “I’d rather not pay the extra fee for taking it back in such a sorry state.”

“I wiped you well,” Zoey protested but couldn’t stop him from heading quickly for the stairs.

Besides the costume giving him a hard time, the blond wig made his head feel hot. The only thing Matty liked about it was the eye mask that, indeed, made him feel strangely protected from everyone else. He could hide behind it, and it was all that mattered.

***

Very few people knew what Rusty was capable of when he put his stubborn mind to it. Maddox had told him at least ten times that his ability to focus was amazing, while Kane insisted that he should use it for good and learn something useful for the future. Only that Rusty didn’t care about the future that much. It felt constricting, suffocating just to pay it a moment of his time.

The present was always much more appealing, he thought as he pushed himself to his feet and followed the sexy cat boy up the stairs. The tail wiggled in front of him, making him smile. If he reached for it, he might make the cat boy lose his balance, and he would have no choice but to land right in Rusty’s arms.

But no, there were too many people going up and down the stairs, and Rusty wasn’t the kind to rush things when he could bring them where he wanted them with proper planning. He waited at the top of the stairs and watched the cat boy disappearing into the bathroom at the end of the hallway. He would wait for a bit, and then he’d find just how far down that zipper went.

***

Matty let out a sigh of relief, seeing that this bathroom had yet to be assaulted by couples trying to hook up in all the impossible places in the house. Maybe the party was still in its early stages. He turned on the faucet and soaked a paper towel to begin wiping his costume. In her so-called frenzy to help him, Zoey had managed to spread some punch on his skin, too, so Matty pulled down the zipper so that he could properly wash his chest, now sticky and unpleasant.

“Nice,” he heard someone commenting from behind.

Surprised, he pivoted on his heels and looked at the intruder. He almost took a step back at the sight of the clownish face but quickly recovered. Even under that heavy makeup, those handsome features belonged, without mistake, to a single person, the same who had monopolized his dreams, nightly or wide-eyed, for the last three years.

Matty lost his voice and just watched as Rusty locked the door behind him and then turned to face him. The guy took two steps to reach him. And then, like it was completely normal, he grabbed the bell that served as a zipper puller and dragged it down to Matty’s belly button.

He stared in disbelief as Rusty continued to insist in an effort to make the zipper go farther than that.

“W-what are you doing?” he stammered.

Rusty huffed in annoyance. “This is supposed to go lower than this.”

“What?” Clearly, his vocabulary had been drastically reduced.

“It doesn’t matter,” Rusty replied.

Matty squealed as firm hands wrapped around his waist, rough thumbs sliding over his belly. “A-ah,” he barely managed.

“Hmm. Have you been a cat boy for long?” Rusty asked.

“A cat boy?”

Rusty laughed while his hands continued to wander, and Matty did nothing to stop him. His breath was getting deeper, harsher, and he bit on his bottom lip.

“Clearly, not for long. You’re too shy,” Rusty whispered. “Mind if I play with you a little?”

“Play?” Matty asked, confused.

Another low, sexy chuckle was the answer. “Stop me at any moment if you think I’m molesting you right now.”

Nothing of that felt like molesting, which was crazy, for sure. No, it felt like all his dreams wrapped into one, the only exception being that in them, Matty wasn’t dressed like a cat boy, and Rusty didn’t wear strange clothes and a clown’s makeup. In a way, it did feel like a dream, a peculiar and psychedelic one, but still just as exciting.

Rusty’s hands stopped right under Matty’s armpits, curious thumbs a breath away from his nipples. “Well? Will you let me?”

He didn’t even know what he was agreeing to, but his answer could only be one. “Yes,” he whispered.

The next moment, he groaned as Rusty brushed against his nipples, making all his body taut with sudden pleasure.

A bang on the door made them freeze.

“Fuck off!” Rusty growled. “My turf!”

Matty thought this was a good moment to shake the guy off and run, but his body was of a different mind. Rusty leaned in and sniffed his chapstick. “Strawberries?”

“Yes,” Matty replied in a meek voice.

“Can I have a taste?”

“Yes.” His voice was as tiny as a grain of sand.

Rusty stuck out his tongue and began to lick his lips delicately, tracing their shape slowly. All the while, he continued to play with Matty’s chest, tugging at the nipples, making them hard and perky.

Matty let his jaw slack, enjoying the strange kiss. Rusty pulled back. “I shouldn’t have put on so much makeup. I wish I could have kissed you properly. I bet your mouth tastes even better than this.”

“I don’t mind,” Matty babbled.

“Hmm. I’m not sure if it’s safe for ingestion. But I can do this.”

Matty gasped as Rusty wrapped his arms around him and began to tease the side of his neck with his tongue and lips.

It was official. He was making out with Rusty Parker at a party inside a bathroom. The straight, current king of hookups, Rusty Parker. Matty whimpered helplessly as his entire body reacted at Rusty’s gentle attack on his neck. Girls who had slept with the guy always said he was amazing in bed. Matty was as far from a bed as he could be right now, but he could vouch that Rusty was, indeed, amazing in everything he did.

“What’s this?” Rusty murmured teasingly as he felt the front of Matty’s crotch. “Are you happy to see me?”

Oh, yes. Oh, yes, he was. “N-ngh,” he let out.

Rusty began to move his hand against Matty’s concealed erection. “Your cock feels nice like this,” he teased some more.

It did, oh, it did, but maybe a little too nice? Rusty suddenly grabbed Matty’s ass with his other hand, digging his fingers deep into the neoprene-clad buttock.

Matty gripped Rusty by the lapels of his weird-ass suit and closed his eyes tightly. No, he shouldn’t be doing this. No, it was too much. He was making a fool of himself!

Hands made into fists, he barely held himself upright, panting and moaning.

“Are you coming?” Rusty whispered. “Fuck, only from this?”

Matty didn’t get to answer. His cock got the better of him, and he felt it shooting, inside the costume, only from that teasing. The tears of shame followed soon after.

“Wow,” Rusty said in a hush full of wonder. “Had no idea guys our age could still be so sensitive.”

“Shut up,” Matty mumbled and pushed himself away.

Fuck, fuck, this was bad. The reality of the situation came crashing down on him all of a sudden. With trembling fingers, he pulled the zipper, hoping that it would magically go up, up, up, over his head, making him disappear inside that stupid costume.

“Hey,” Rusty called for him. “What’s the hurry?”

He needed to get out of there. Rusty drawled the words like he was making fun of him. He was making fun of him!

A strong arm wrapped around his waist, and Matty recoiled.

“What’s the matter?” Rusty sounded wary now.

“I should go,” Matty said stiffly.

He turned on his heels and yelped when he was pulled back by the tail.

“Not so fast,” Rusty purred into his ear. “How about showing me again just how sensitive you are?”

Matty pushed against the other, and Rusty let go. For a moment, they stared at each other like two enemies. Rusty looked pretty scary now with that makeup and really pissed.

“Dude, chill,” Rusty began and made a move.

Matty didn’t wait to see what the guy’s intentions were. He swung one arm around to keep him away and managed to graze Rusty’s cheek with his fake claws.

“Ouch!” Rusty exclaimed and grabbed his cheek. “You know how to scratch after all!”

Matty stared in horror at the other, but only for a moment. He dashed out of the bathroom, hoping that the shock would hold Rusty in place long enough for him to make a run for it.

“Wait,” Rusty called after him, but Matty managed to push a couple coming in against the door just to block Rusty and then rushed toward the window.

One thing not many people knew about him was that he knew how to jump. Really well.

***

Rusty hurried to the open window, only to witness the cat boy scurrying off over the lawn. He considered the distance to the ground and grimaced. That was one crazy cat boy, he thought with a grin and caressed his scratched cheek. He had the attitude, after all.

Hmm, suddenly, things were looking up. He’d make it a mission to find this dude. His lips had tasted amazing, and his whimpers had been the cutest while coming in his tight costume. Rusty sighed. The boy shouldn’t have run like that. Rusty had only wanted the guy to return the favor and give him a hand, too. It wasn’t like he was delving into the gay that deep that fast.

Although, he considered while he remembered the distinct pleasant feeling of grabbing the cat boy’s ass, he could be convinced. Clearly, the masked stranger had been more than willing to let Rusty play with him.

He shrugged and moved away from the window, whistling, hands in his pockets. His cock would have to go through the party without any proper attention, for the simple reason that he didn’t want anyone to touch his longtime friend unless they were a certain cat boy.

***

“Why did you disappear like that?” Zoey scolded him the moment they saw each other the next day. “For the record, you missed a lot.”

“What? Rusty Parker hooking up with the entire cheerleading team?” Matty still felt shaken after the night before. He had decided not to return the costume and pay for it whatever the full price was. After hours of rubbing it with various cleaning products, his paranoia had decided that he couldn’t give it back, not in good conscience, with particles of his cum embedded into the material.

Now, the suit was safely tucked away in his closet, and it would remain there until Matty decided on a proper method to destroy it for good. As a witness of his shameful experience, it deserved some adequate respect.

“No. Actually, he was a one-man-show all night. Gosh, the guy is an energy bomb, I’m telling you. And the best part? He didn’t hook up at all,” Zoey continued excitedly.

He hadn’t? Maybe he was too busy plotting revenge for that scratch on his cheek. Matty felt chilly all of a sudden. “Zoey, can you keep a secret?”

“Sure,” his friend offered with a broad smile.

“Tell no one I was at the party as a cat boy, okay? No one else besides you and I knows, right?”

“Right,” Zoey admitted, although her face told that she was puzzled by his request. “Why?”

“I can’t tell you. But it’s a matter of life and death, okay?”

Zoey nodded. “My lips are sealed.”

She was a great friend. That meant that Matty would survive senior year.

***

“What’s that supposed to represent?” Kane leaned over his shoulder and stared intently.

Rusty pursed his lips as he examined his handiwork. Too bad his drawing skills were shit. But the idea was there, and anyone with info on the guy would get it.

Dex walked in and snatched the paper from under Rusty’s nose. “Have you seen this guy?” he recited out loud. “What’s this? A squirrel?”

“It’s a cat boy, asshole,” Rusty said with emphasis. “Can’t you see the ears? And the tail?”

“Why are you searching for a cat boy? And where? Here, on campus?”

“Yes,” Rusty replied. “He’s basically my Cinderella.”

He could tell Dex and Kane were exchanging curious glances over his head. “What? Is Maddox the only guy in this house allowed to have the gay?”

“Do you have the gay?” Kane asked.

“I might. Need to check.”

“With some random cat boy?”

“He’s not random,” Rusty insisted.

“What’s with the Cinderella thing? Did he leave something behind? Like his tail?” Kane joked.

“No, but he gave me this,” Rusty said and pointed at his cheek.

Dex grabbed his chin and examined the scratch, while Kane did the same. “What did you do?”

“I gave him some very pleasant memories,” Rusty replied promptly.

“And he scratched your cheek,” Kane said slowly.

Rusty shrugged. “Cats are like that. What do you know? You’re both dog people.”

“For very good reasons,” Dex concluded. “C’mon, Kane, let’s leave Rusty to his new chasing tail hobbies.”

“Not so fast.” Rusty grabbed both his friends. “Make some copies and spread them around. I really need to see this guy again.”

Author’s note: This story will occur during the boys’ senior year, so after GGDDBB finishes. As you can see, I didn’t mention Maddox and Jonathan much because I don’t want to spoil the fun of reading their story.

That said, I wish you a freakish – in a good, Rusty-level good way – Halloween!