#candy corn

The last trick-or-treaters had barely made it to the end of the driveway when Steve closed the door, turning the lock and hearing the click. He leaned his shoulder against it with a tired grin and let out a long sigh.

“Think we officially ran out of candy before I ran out of patience,” he said, holding up the empty bowl like a trophy.

You laughed, kicking off your red heels and setting them by the door.

“That’s what happens when you let kids take handfuls. I’m starting to think you did it on purpose just so the candy would run out faster”

“They looked so happy,” he defended, smile softening as he stepped closer. “Besides, they liked your costume way more than mine.”

You rolled your eyes, tugging at the black off-the-shoulder top that had been clinging to your skin all night. The tight black pants, leather jacket, and big curls was pure Sandy, complete with the bright red lipstick.

Steve was the perfect Danny. The white T-shirt, the slicked-back hair and the black jacket. He looked straight out of the movie, minus the cigarette, he tried to include the cigarette into his costume but that idea was quickly rejected.

“Oh, please. Half the moms at that door were flirting with you.” You teased.

“Flirting?” He gave a low chuckle oblivious to all the mom’s efforts.

That made you laugh harder, the sound echoing off the walls of your quiet living room. The faint scent of pumpkin candles lingered in the air, and outside, the wind rattled a few leaves across the porch.

The noise between you faded into something gentler. Steve’s smile lingered, but his gaze softened, tracing the curls that had fallen from your updo. voice quieter now, “you make that costume look a lot hotter than Olivia Newton-John ever did.”

You felt your cheeks warm at that, and for a second, neither of you looked away. The tension was charged.

His fingers brushed your shoulder as he played with your loose curls, the simple touch sent a quiet shiver through you. The warmth of his hand lingered even after he pulled back. Steve hesitated— long enough for both of you to realize that something had shifted. The movie costume jokes, the laughter, all of it had led to this quiet moment where neither of you seemed sure what to do next.

Then Steve took a small step closer, locking his lips with yours.

His hand came up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing lightly against your skin. You could feel the warmth of him, the steady rhythm of his breathing as he leaned in just a little more.

The kiss deepened, slow and unrushed. His lips moved against yours. He wanted to make sure he got it right… that you wanted this as much as he did. You did. Every second of it felt right.

Your fingers found the edge of his jacket, curling into the leather as you pulled him closer. The faint scent of cologne and autumn air clung to him, Both familiar and comforting. When you tilted your head, the kiss grew hungrier, the space between you disappearing completely.

He smiled against your lips withoutbreaking the kiss. His hand slipped from your cheek to the back of your neck, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles there.

When you finally parted, your foreheads stayed pressed together, both of you breathing hard, smiling like you couldn’t stop.

Steve’s voice came out low, rough around the edges. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

Your answer was barely a whisper. “Me too.”

He laughed quietly and kissed you again, slower this time, just once more. The world outside the window was all wind and distant thunder, but here, in this small flicker of light and warmth everything felt still.

You didn’t wait for him to finish. You reached up and kissed him, soft and sure.

He froze for a heartbeat, then melted into it, his hand finding your cheek, thumb brushing the edge of your jaw. The gel in his hair had mostly given up by now, and you could feel the familiar thickness of it under your fingers. The kiss deepened once, twice, before breaking apart just long enough for him to breathe out a shaky laugh.

“do… do you want to go upstairs to my room?,” you asked nervously.

“If you want to.” He whispered.

“Yeah.” You smiled holding his hand and leading him up the stairs.

When you pushed open your bedroom door, the faint glow from the hallway spilled in first, then the soft amber light from the small lamp on your dresser. The air smelled faintly of pumpkin candles and laundry detergent.

Your room was cozy, a mix of soft blankets, books stacked on the nightstand, and fairy lights strung unevenly along the wall. The window was cracked just enough to let the cool October air drift in. The curtains swayed gently with each breeze.

Steve looked around once, smiling faintly at the posters and little Knick-knacks and decor you had.

You sat on the best and he turned back toward you, still smiling but noticably a little shy this time as the door clicked softly shut behind you.

The jacket slipped from your shoulders and landed on the floor with a quiet thud. Steve’s fingers rested against your waist while yours found the zipper of his jacket, tugging it down slowly until it fell away.

“Are you sure?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your heart pounding “I’m sure.”

His breath hitched, and then his lips were on yours again slower this time, more deliberate. Each kiss felt like an unspoken promise, each touch careful and warm. The edges of your costumes blurred away piece by piece until it was just the two of you, wrapped up in the glow of the candlelight and the soft sound of rain starting outside.

You pulled back just long enough to meet his eyes. There was something tender there was a mix of nervousness and trust. It made your chest ache in the best way.

The rest unfolded quietly, in laughter and half-whispered words, as the night drew you closer, both of you finally crossing that invisible line you’d been skirting for months.

He reached for you gently, his fingers trembling slightly as he traced the hem of your shirt. You could feel the air shift as you took it off leaving you in your red-laced bra.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were unlike anything he had ever seen.

You reached for his shirt and he quickly pulled it off and you started to unzip each other’s pants. Leaving you in your underwear.

Steve started to rub your clit through your panties as you moaned softly.

“Can I?” He asked softly.

You nodded and he removed your red laced panties leaving you completely bare.

“You’re so pretty” he mumbles while licking a stripe up your center.

You moaned softly as you continued to make out with your pussy.

he sinks one finger into you with ease, then two. worshipping your clit with his lips and tongue, and gently stroking his fingers against that spot you could never reach yourself.

you look down, he’s thrusting gently against the mattress, desperate for relief and that’s what does it for you, has you pulling his hair so hard he growls and nips your clit with his teeth, but you’re so caught up in your release it just makes you tug harder.

You tug on his boxers and he finally takes them off revealing his hard cock. You can tell nervous. it wasn’t the first time he had sex. not by a long shot. and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. but steve was known for quick hookups. This was different. You were best-friends, this was intimate. He was scared that he might hurt you or ruin your friendship

one of your hands were gripping his shoulder, the other holding the base of his cock.

“Steve?” You mumbled.

“Yeah?” He said warmly.

“I want you in me” you smiled.

He moved on top of you, over you. Eyes looking down at you with shared desperation. a shared understanding that you both needed this. needed to feel him as deep as possible. every inch, every vein you just needed to feel him as close as possible.

you could barely contain yourself. the way he was looking down at you. glossy eyes, pink lips parted and slick with spit from the kisses downstairs.

One hand helping to prod his tip at your hole while the other thumb moves to find your clit, rubbing small circles in attempt to loosen you up just a bit more. In case oral and fingering didn’t work You just whine, mouth hanging open as you squirm beneath him trying your hardest not to shove his hand away from the overstimulation. He coos, leaning down to kiss your temple.

“You’re so beautiful” he reassures you as he pushes his tip into you.

———

An hour later— You sat quietly on the edge of the bed,The room was dim except for the fairy lights, and the rain outside had settled into a steady rhythm.

Steve came back from the bathroom with a damp towel and a glass of water. “Here,” he said softly, crouching down in front of you. “You don’t have to move yet. Just breathe.”

He handed you the towel first, then the water, watching to make sure you took a sip. His expression was all concern. The same mix of protectiveness and warmth he always wore when he didn’t know what else to do.

“Hey,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your hand. “You okay?”

You nodded, a little shaky. “Yeah. Just… tired, I guess.”

He smiled faintly while cleaning you up with a damp towel “Makes sense. It’s been a long night.”

Steve stood, grabbing a shirt from your closet.

“Put this on, I’ll change the sheets okay?”

You nodded and changed your clothes.

When you were done, he came back and sat beside you, his arm slipping around your shoulders. “I love you” he whispered again, and you leaned into him, feeling the quiet steadiness of his heartbeat against your side.