With Halloween only days away, dad went out and bought some candy to fill the bowl next to the front door with... though, Steve came over today at noon so I stole it and now we're in my room eating it.

"Truth or dare?" I asked him.

"Truth," he answered immediately.

"What's your favorite kinda candy?"

"That's a tough one," he replied. "See, I love 5th Avenue bars and Chick-O-Sticks... but I think Candy Rods have to be my all time favorite."

"Really? Why?" I wondered.

"I don't know, I guess because they last the longest and come in so many flavors."

"Oh," I smirked at him. "I thought it was because you like sucking on rod shaped things." His mouth dropped like he didn't expect me to go that far with it. "Either way, my favorite has to be Sky Bars."

"Uhm..." he paused. "Yea, I like those too," he smiled. "So, uh, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Do you have a celebrity crush?" he questioned.

I chuckled. "Definitely. A few, actually... My number one used to be Rita Hayworth but, well, recently, it's been Montgomery Clift."

"Oh, damn, okay," he replied.

"You?"

"God, I mean, Montgomery's hot, but he's not really my type, if I have one," he paused. "Maybe Errol Flynn."

"Ooo, I didn't even think of him," I smiled. "Truth or dare?"

"God, truth," he mumbled.

"Baby, never picking dare," I joked.

"Well, I will after you will."

"Fair enough," I agreed. "Ever have a crush on a teacher?"

"Yea, I think so," he told me. "A few years ago, 8th grade, I got this pit in my stomach every time Mr. Barnham would call on me or talk to me or even look at me and I had no idea why... I thought I was going insane."

"I thought he was hot too, don't worry," I assured him. "Though, I didn't know what it was at the time either. Followup truth, but when did you know?"

"That I was-"

"Yea."

"For sure? On the balcony," he said. "In those minutes that felt like hours before you kissed me, I couldn't stop thinking about wanting to do that very thing, but I kept fighting it because I wasn't sure of you would've felt the same," he looked back up at me from the floor. "And, you?"

"Probably a month ago, when you had me over for dinner and Sarah made those killer mashed potatoes... I couldn't stop watching you lick that damned spoon," I admitted. "Hell, good thing we were at that table for another half hour because I was kinda hard under the table for a solid ten minutes."

"No way," he laughed.

"God, yes," I covered my face. "It was terrible, I was so embarrassed... but, you know, at least I figured out what that feeling was that I kept getting when I was around you."

"Good point," he smiled. "Now, then, truth or dare?"

"Dare," I looked him right in the face.

"You literally gave me warning about this and I still can't think of anything good," he looked around to try and pick something out of his thought strings. "I dare you to eat your least favorite candy."

"Fuck," I mumbled. "I hate caramel cubes with a passion, damnit Steve," I popped one into my mouth and made the most disgusted face, trying not to laugh as he started to.

"Why do you hate them so much?"

"Because they're strong and too sweet and take eight hundred years to dissolve in my mouth- you know what, fuck it-" I swallowed the whole thing.

"Did you just swallow it whole?" he wondered, his eyes wide.

"You bet your ass I did, that shit's nasty," I replied. "Truth or dare."

"I wanna say truth, but we made a deal so, dare," he decided.

"Good choice," I commented, getting up. I went into my closet and grabbed a scarf from the winter bin and threw it at him. "I dare you to blindfold yourself and make out with an ice cube for thirty seconds. I'll be right back with the ice."

When I got back he looked up at me like he was scared shitless. "Buck, how the Hell did you come up with that- and how am I supposed to-"

"You'll figure it out," I smiled as he blushed.

"Fine," he put the scarf over his eyes and waited.

"Can you see me?"

"No."

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"I can't see you, how should I know?"

"Okay, good," I replied. "Here," I crawled over to him and placed the cube into his hand. "Begin, I'll watch the clock."

"Fuck," he put the ice onto his mouth and started to kiss it, and it started melting really fast. I couldn't take my eyes away, either, as the water dripped down his neck and wet his shirt.

I took my finger and wiped his skin of the dampness and then immediately pushed his hand away, taking the ice into my own hand.

Without even thinking next, I moved my hand out of the way and put my mouth in its place, sucking the ice cube into my mouth and planting my lips onto his.

We swished the cold, rapidly melting ice between our mouths for a moment before it disappeared completely. I continued to kiss him for a moment more before pulling back entirely.

He yanked the scarf away from his eyes and eyeballed me, trying to see what I was up to next.

I reached into the jar at my left and pulled out a candy rod.

"Blue's my favorite," he commented, noticing I held a blue one in hand.

I unwrapped it and put it in my mouth. "Come get it."

He exhaled and pounced on me, laying me down onto the ground and pulling the candy from my mouth. I wrapped my hands around his legs and pulled him down onto me, and he knew what to do from there.

I felt his hips moving and I'll be damned if we weren't both already hard. I kissed him deeper, slipping my tongue into his mouth to retrieve the candy that was making our lips sticky with sugar.

His lips pulled back from mine ever-so-slightly as he continued to move his hips, only faster now. I wanted him back, but he wouldn't give. Fine.

I slipped my hand into his pants after undoing the zipper and button and played with the elastic waistband just enough to get him thinking about mine.

Lips met lips yet again, but my hand remained in his pants and now travelled underneath his underwear. He moaned into my mouth as the candy dissolved entirely, both of us forgetting about it as soon as it had gone.

My hand wrapped around his... well.

He stopped everything and looked into my eyes. I pumped once and he trembled above me, so I flipped him over and god on top of him. My lips met his and I went on moving my hand at an increasing rate.

"Mmm," he mumbled into my lips. "Buck, I-" he flinched breathlessly. "You gotta... stop, I- I'm gonna-"

"I want you to," I looked him straight in the eyes.

"Y- fuck," his eyes closed. I used my hand to move his shirt out of the way and touch his abdomen while I was at it.

He groaned into my mouth as I felt his body go limp beneath me. I plucked my lips from his and looked down to watch the white ribbons pour out onto his skin.

When he came to, his face was red as a tomato and... I think he was embarrassed.

"What?" I wondered, out of breath.

"Nothing, I just-" he reached up and grabbed my face, pulling me back down for another kiss.

"Mmm," I hummed in delight. "You know, maybe we should be a little more careful about how loud we are."

"Shit, your dad and Rebecca are home aren't they?"

"Yea," I chuckled. "It's okay though, I'm sure they didn't hear."

"What if they did?"

"It was well worth it."