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Lightning streaked through the mid afternoon sky. Donnie sighed heavily, as he looked up, and shook his head. "Just my luck, getting caught in this mess." The twenty-five year old law student took a minute to get ready for the mad dash to the parking garage across the street. Currently, luck was with him, because just as he entered the stairwell, rain began cascading from the clouds above. As he sat in his car, the young college man pulled his phone from the glove box of his trusty Honda civic. Once it powered up, Donnie quickly went through his message apps, and checked for voicemails. With that taken care of, he started the car, and headed to the house he shared with Connor, his lover, and best friend from childhood.
"What do you mean the venue's been reserved? I gave you people a check three months ago." Connor's mood was quickly worsening. The day started out ok, and went downhill from there. "You're sure there's nothing you can do? There's not one banquet room available?" Under his breath, the curly haired blonde furiously cursed the unhelpful associate he'd been dealing with for the past hour. "I'm telling you now, I expect a full refund on my desk at the beginning of the week. In fact, you should've already issued me a refund, considering the length of time your screwed up company kept me waiting." Connor was ready to reach through the phone and choke the hell outta the little twerp on the other end of the phone. "Fine, if that's the quickest your company can act, then I've got no choice. However, I'll be giving a very scathing review, as well as putting a call in to my lawyer if that check is more than two days later than your quoted time frame. And I do have this whole exchange recorded." As soon as the call was ended, Connor grabbed his jacket, keys, wallet, turned out the lights, and began his trek home.
Connor pulled into the driveway, and exited his car. He'd only unlocked the door, when he saw Donnie's car pulled in. Despite the day he'd had, the sight of his best friend and lover brought a huge smile to the sullen man.
"Hey sexy, you look like hell." Donnie quipped. After locking his car door, the future lawyer gasped and suddenly found himself wrapped in a bear hug by an exasperated Connor.
"Babe, you have no idea. It's been a total day from hell, I just wanna order some pizza, have a drink, and spend some cuddle time with the sexiest man alive." Connor released Donnie from his embrace, and followed him inside.
"When did you meet Anderson Cooper? Does he like threesomes?" Before he knew what was happening, Donnie was pinned face down on the floor, and quickly reduced to a wriggling mass of ticklishness.
"A threesome with Cooper, really?" Connor's nimble fingers rapidly kneaded between his helpless love's ticklish ribs.
"What? He's hot and looks like he'd be fun to play with. I think he's ticklish too." Donnie's boisterous laughter echoed off the walls of the renovated two story Victorian the couple owned. The sound of shoes kicking against the hardwood floor joined the tickle induced laughter.
"Hmm, I think these sexy feet of yours need a bit of tickling. Don't you? Especially, after that comment you just made." Conner chuckled as he turned around, faced his victim's flailing legs, and began kneading the back of his lover's extremely ticklish thighs.
"I GIVE!!! I TAKE IT BACK." Donnie's submission came screeching out the second he felt Connor's firm grip on his squirming ankle.
"You're the most adorable guy ever born. I love you." Conner got to his feet, and extended his hand to help his still giggling lover off the floor.
"You're a sexy tickle monster." As soon as he was standing, Donnie wrapped his arms around Connor, and the two shared a lengthy passionate kiss.
After slipping their shoes off, Donnie and Connor went to their bedroom to get into more comfortable clothes. Donnie traded his jeans and polo shirt for a red tank top, grey basketball shorts, and slipped his now bare feet into his black slippers. Connor's outfit was very similar, except he'd chosen a black tank top, green shorts, and just decided to stay in his thin black ankle socks.
"Hey, is this Maxie?" Donnie asked while he went about fixing himself and Connor a stiff beam and Pepsi.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. This is Maxie."
"Maxie, it's Don. How's it going tonight?"
"A little slow, but it's still early yet. You and Con want the usual?" The pizzeria owner asked as he shuffled through some receipts laying on the counter.
`Yeah, and can you add an order of mozzarella sticks, fried mushrooms, and that garlic ranch dressing?"
"Sure thing, I'll have it there in about 20 minutes."
"Thanks bro, you're amazing."
"Hey, what are big brother's for? By the way both you and Connor are expected for family night next Saturday. No exceptions, or excuses. I'm not above having your nephews tickle the shit outta both of you."
Donnie chuckled into the receiver. "Ok! Ok, we'll be there. No need to threaten us with nephew tickles. Although, don't forget, they're easily bribed, not to mention their loyalties are easily changed. Tickle them anywhere, especially their feet, and they go from being teens to helpless six year old boys in no time"
"Don't remind me. I got the hell tickled outta me the other morning cause I forgot to take them shopping for their new game system."
"Give our love to the boys and Brie."
"You got it baby bro. I love you both."
"Love ya too Maxie." Donnie smiled, and after hanging up the phone, and brought the drink to Connor.
"Let me guess, we're gonna be attacked by the tickling teen wonders of West Main St. if we don't show up next weekend."
Donnie lifted Connors legs, melted into the sofa, and placed his lover's feet in his lap. He took a sip, and nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, and apparently, the boys tickled him cause he forgot to take them to get their new game system."
"We're really lucky. Not everyone has the loving, supportive family we do." Conner happily sighed after setting his glass on the coffee table. He closed his eyes and let the magic of Donnie's gentle foot massage take his troubles away.
"I know babe, they've always been there for us ever since I can remember." Donnie paused the loving massage he was administering to his weary lover to take a sip of his drink.
Connor softly chuckled and slightly wiggled his sock clad toes. "You remember when Maxie just about beat that one guy to death after he'd cornered me in the school cafeteria?" I remember how pissed our bro was." The memory had both guys wiping their tears. "Ya know, that was the day Maxie took me aside at the house, and told me with no hesitation that he had two baby bro's to look after. He also let me know he'd tickle the hell outta me if I was ever bullied and didn't let him know." The sudden feeling of Donnie's fingertips lightly tracing lines up and down the center of Connor's curved arch caused the blonde to squirm and softly giggle.
"I do remember that. Maxie was always our biggest supporter, and tickler." Donnie looked over and lovingly smiled at Connor's ticklish reaction. "I also love your sexy ticklish feet babe." A grinning Donnie leaned down, and very gently nibbled the tips of his lover's wiggling toes.
Immediately, Connor's giggling increased to high pitched squeals as he tried curling his toes to escape the playful nibbles. "Hey not that. It tickles."
"I know, that's why I'm doing it baby. That and you're too cute when you're being tickled." Donnie slipped the thin ankle socks from the pair of soft delicious feet in his lap. He slightly leaned over, inhaled deeply, and let the intoxicating aroma fill his eagerly waiting nostrils. He was about to start kissing each plump toe, when the doorbell interrupted them. "You stay here sweet baby, I'll get the door." Donnie smiled, kissed each of Connor's big toes, then went to get the food.
Connor turned on the TV, and moved the magazines off the coffee table. He then got plates, grabbed two beers, and returned to his place on the sofa. Donnie filled the plates, placed the boxes on the bottom shelf of the table, then stretched out with his now bare feet in Connors lap, and Connors in his. The boys must've been feeling a bit playful, because after a mischievous smirk one ran the edge of his bottle lightly up and down the center of the other's soles. The room was filled with soft boyish chuckles and squeals.
"This is nice." Connor said as he relaxed against the arm of the sofa.
"Yeah, it is. So, ya wanna tell me about your day, or do I have to wait and tickle it outta you in bed?" Donnie took a sip of beer and popped a fried mushroom in his mouth.
"Oh please, you don't need a reason to do that." Connor chuckled before taking a bite of his mozzarella stick dipped in ranch dressing.
"I know baby, I just thought it'd be fun to use as a threat, or promise."
"You know the place I reserved for that major party I've been working on?"
Donnie's head was adorably cocked to the side as he scrolled through his memory. "Yeah, The Birtch House. What about it?"
Connor grinned and blew a kiss at his lover. "You're too cute when you do your mental scroll. Anyhoo, I sent them a reservation check two months ago, and they still booked every room. I was on the phone with the most idiotic twerp today. They're gonna send me my check back. I threatened them with legal action if the check was even two days later than the delivery date I was given."
"Damn, no wonder you were so frazzled this evening."
Donnie and Connor worked together cleaning up and putting the left overs away. After fixing themselves a cup of hot apple cider, the couple went back to relaxing by the TV. The two were in the middle of snuggling and playfully tickling each other when a commercial snagged Connor's attention. He jerked forward so quickly, Donnie's body fell sideways against Connor's back.
"Hey what gives baby boy?" Donnie mumbled into the bare skin against his face.
"Shh hold up love." Connor grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.
"Are you in need of a truly one of a kind haunted experience? Then I've got the perfect location for you."
Connor quickly reached for a pen and notepad, then sat at ready to jot down the address and phone number he was sure to appear on the screen.
"For the best place this Halloween, call us here at Silverfeather Manor. We've got the most ghoulish but friendly staff on hand ready to tickle your every fancy. We're conveniently located a few minutes off Highway 19. If you call now, we'll give you a special half off discount. This discount is really a scream. So come on down to the haunted manor on the hill for a magical night that'll leave you howling with laughter."
Connor jotted down the address and phone number, then he and Donnie locked up for the night.