Halloween Chronivac Part 03

Adam found himself thinking about Colt. The literal hulk of a man kept running through his mind. Adam had gotten himself a beer thinking that it might help a little bit. But he just couldn’t help but wonder if anything else had changed about Colt. If anything he almost seemed more like a wall flower than before. With his hefty bulky weight he seemed to command attention to himself. Allow other people to realize not to mess with him. But now, he almost seemed to try to shrink himself down and avoid getting around people at all. The added size only seemed to make that even more impossible. And with his shirtless body, people couldn’t help but stare at the dense protruding muscles all over his body.

“Go talk to him,” Tiff gave Adam a light slap to the arm.

“Who?” 

“Don’t play dumb. You’ve been staring at him all night. Not that I can blame you,” she added a purr and a bite to her bottom lip as she did so. “Though I’ve never been able to get close to him. Maybe you’ve got a chance.”

“I can’t…” His fear of commitment was starting to push through again. It just seemed too strange for him to actually go for it. He sipped the beer again and then felt a hearty slap to his back.

“You better go fucking for it,” Tiff scolded. “If you’re going to be staring at him all night you might as well at least try!” She shoved him out of his place and into the middle of the room. ‘Go!’ she mouthed, while pushing her hands forward. 

Adam was still a bit reluctant as he crossed the room. Though on some level he knew she was right. Somehow she usually was. He stood next to the big guy against the wall. “Sup?”

“Sup,” Colt responded. He wasn’t even holding a beer. It was more like he was just there to be there than to actually socialize with anyone. 

“Not much… Was painting yourself green too much work?” Adam smirked as he sipped his beer. “I mean you’re just about perfect otherwise.” He heard a light snicker from the guy next to him. Though besides that he remained silent. Adam couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward as he tried to think of something else to say. “So you still on the football team?”

“Uhh… Yeah,” Colt still didn’t make eye contact. “Do you… Do you like football?” 

“Kind of. It’s not too bad. Jack likes it more than me. But it kind of rubbed off I guess,” Adam smiled as he saw Colt’s eyes light up. 

“Right! You know Jack. I forgot about that!” Colt kept talking about a mile a minute about being on the football team. All of a sudden all he could talk about were different plays and times he was out of the field. Each one bragging about his size and strength. Though that was all Adam really enjoyed hearing. Obviously his giant muscular body could really think about as he heard about him running down other guys who were about his same size. Though with a bit more fat like how he used to have. “But coach is saying that I’m getting too big… He says I probably need to slim up or add a little bit more bulk than muscle. You think that?”

“Huh? Oh no! You can never get too big,” Adam gave him a light slap to the arm. The touch seemed to send a shock wave through Colt’s body. He froze, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Adam’s hand was only there for a second but he seemed to have connected the dots, looking at it in almost horror. “Something wrong?”

“I… I don’t know… Just something weird happened when you touched me,” Colt kept his eyes glued to Adam’s hand. 

“Yeah? Like what?” 

He went silent again and turned away. Though the ripped jeans he was wearing gave away what he was thinking. There was a clear indent running down his left leg and it was rather thick. “I’m going to go get another beer,” he muttered. He kept his eyes away from Adam as much as possible. Instead they looked outside at red and blue lights driving down the street. “Shit! Are those the cops!” he ducked down behind the couch. With his size it was clearly not doing much.

“Cops?” someone else took notice of the flashing lights and verified the two colors driving closer towards them. “Cops!” he shouted. The music shut off and the mood changed from lax party to uptight hiding session. People rushed around the dorm grabbing as much alcohol as they could hold and rushing upstairs, downstairs or out the back door. People hid wherever they could find. The cops had to park a descent ways down the street as the road was littered with cars.

“Cops?” Mick opened up his door again. His pants were still around his jeans were still around his ankles and shirt unbuttoned, showing off his toned torso. “You’ve got to be shitting me. Fucking Mr. Smith. Can’t mind his own God damn business. Fuck. Fuck. Calm. Be cool. Alright,” he moved closer to the front door waiting for the impending knock. Though in the other room he could still see Adam not the slightest bit perturbed. “You ain’t scared?” his foot tapped faster as he felt the impending amount of excuses he’d have to make up for why there were so many cars, empty solo cups and trash all over the house. 

“Nah,” Adam shrugged. He had his phone out and was busy typing away. He could see the two shadowy figures walking down the street. ‘The two police officers are members of the frat. Each in their senior year. They work as male strippers and just got off work and wanted to play a prank on Mick. One in incredibly buff while the other is toned.’

“Well that makes one of us,” Mick gave a weary smile. 

Adam leaned against the couch again, looking outside. He knew he didn’t have to be afraid as he could already see some of the changes starting to take place. 

On the outside Officer Schaffer and Officer Sanchez were walking closer and closer to the building. They could see the lights in the distance and hear the loud thumping of the bass. The second they turned the corner, all the lights in the frat house went out. “That’s the one,” Schaffer smirked. He’d been on the force for the last 30 years and knew perfectly well what to expect. Even if they were in college, that didn’t mean they were any smarter than anyone else.

“Looks like it,” Sanchez laughed. “Can’t believe this is how I’m spending my Halloween. Hell I used to be with guys like this.”

“Yeah? You? Never figured you for the dumb frat type,” Schaffer prodded at the descent belly he’d gotten since joining the force. Even though they had fitness requirements, most people didn’t pay too much attention to it. Schaffer hadn’t properly taken the exam in a while. Though with his more desk jockey job, those fitness requirements weren’t nearly as important either. Any amount of weight Sanchez might have gained, Schaffer had probably tripled it since when he started. His thick ball gut stuck a good foot out in front of him making it hard to walk in the uneven grass.

“Not dumb,” Sanchez laughed. “Just athletic.”

“Not dumb? C’mon man, jocks ain’t exactly known for bein smart. They’re known for bein strong,” Schaffer flexed his arm as he bragged. The definition in it had started to change. The heavy fat covering it up had turned more into a strong bicep while his sleeve fought back to hold it down. 

Sanchez looked at his partner again. He felt like something was off but couldn’t quite place it. It must have just been the dark. That’s why there had been so many shadows on his face. But that didn’t explain the lack of hair or why it was now brown. He shook his head. “Nah man, coach would be pissed if I were too dumb. Gotta get those A’s sometime. Makes coach real happy.”

“Fuck that. School’s for chumps,” Schaffer scoffed.

“You’re in school!” Sanchez nearly shouted. He was instantly shushed by Schaffer as they were getting closer and closer. Despite Schaffer’s size he was incredibly quick and wrapped his thick arm around his back and hand over his mouth. 

“C’mon you’ll ruin the prank!” he hissed in his partner’s ear. Suddenly the closeness sent off a new sensation Schaffer hadn’t really thought about. Suddenly he was acutely aware of ever part of Sanchez’s toned muscular body. Sure they had been working together for the past few years but that was always just work. A hand slowly started to run down the other man’s side but then he quickly backed off.

“Then the fuck you here for?” Sanchez growled back. They were still a yard away, completely stopped from their forward momentum. 

“Cause my parents wanted me to go. And they thought I could do something with football but obviously I’m not good enough. Couldn’t even make fucking first string,” Schaffer pouted. His heavy shoulders sagged.

“Bruh…”

“Don’t bruh me! I’m doing fine. Stripping’s going good. I’m doing fine!”

“You can’t strip forever!” Sanchez scolded. “What are you not going to graduate?”

“No I am.”

“Really?”

“Y-yeah,” Schaffer looked off. “Most likely…”

“Damn it dude… What class are you failing?” 

“Business and Administration… I don’t fucking get it…”

“That one? Fuck dude! I slept through that and still got an A.”

“Hashtag humblebrag,” Schaffer pouted. He crossed his arms over his barreled chest. 

“Bruh… I can help.”

Schaffer rolled his eyes. “Yeah?” he muttered under his breath.

“Yeah man,” Sanchez moved closer. “Gives us more time together too. Not just at work.” His hand slid down the Schaffer’s black police pants and gave a light squeeze. Despite spending just as much time in the gym as him, he always somehow managed to keep his hands nice and soft. 

“What are you saying?” Schaffer sputtered it out but didn’t back away. He felt his bubbly ass squeezed and gave a weary smirk.

“C’mon man. We’re partners. What if we were more outside of work too? I see the way you look at me. I think some of the girls notice too,” he gave him a light punch to the arm. “C’mon, what do ya say?”

“Fuck yeah!” Schaffer caught himself as he realized he was being loud. He leaned his bulkier muscles down over Sanchez and gave him a light kiss. They couldn’t last too long or the prank wouldn’t make any sense. Both walked to the door and Schaffer banged on it hard. “Open up it’s the police,” his deep voice bellowed.