Jason Voorhees rested his peeling forehead on the back of Freddy Krueger’s thin, scaly neck as he lined his shaft up to enter Freddy as he bit down on the scarred shoulder.

Freddy gasped and stared ahead wide-eyed.

That’s when he noticed what was on the Halloween Store shelves they were boning in.

“What the fuck?” he whispered as Jason began thrusting into him.

“Fuck… Huh, what?” Jason asked confused but didn’t stop moving. “Ugh tight… so tight…”

“Uh,” Freddy gulped, “nothing.”

The shelves were lined with boxes containing Chucky dolls.

Freddy didn’t know what to concentrate on – the ecstasy that is having Jason inside him or the grotesque doll with stitches on his face staring Freddy dead in the eye.

He tried to keep his eyes shut but that seemed to make things worse.

All the while, Jason kept pounding away completely oblivious to Freddy’s plight, his daddy noises echoing in Demetri Halloween Costume Store.

The nightmare demons mind began to race, thinking back to all the monstrous electronic toys just beyond the door of the Halloween store storage room.

He glanced over at the door, paranoia growing steadily.

“Oh, fuck,” Freddy cursed.

Jason of course assumed Freddy’s swearing was due to being pummeled by the masked hunk and proceeded to thrust deeper, spreading his thighs a bit wider for a deeper, more grisly angle.

Freddy almost yelped as Jason hit his prostate over and over again.

It helped distract him from his morbid thoughts but Jason was thrusting so hard the shelves began to shake until one of the boxes was knocked off.

“HI, I’M CHUCKY! WANNA PLAY?” the doll asked in a harsh and frightening voice as it fell out of the box.

“Ok, fuck this!” Freddy yelled, forcefully pushing Jason off.

He shoved his pants back on, grabbed his iconic shirt and stormed out of the room.

Jason was laughing hysterically at the ridiculousness of it all. “Aw, c’mon, baby! I was so close!”

“This place gives me the fucking creeps!” he yelled back. “I’ll wait outside the store, find some other way to get off!”

“You wanna help me with these blue balls?” Jason asked the doll, kidding.

He laughed again and retrieved his tattered lake clothes before joining Freddy.

“You ok?” he asked.

“Let’s just get the fuck outta here. We can finish this when we get home,” Freddy answered. “I’m not used to scary things…”

“You should’ve said something, Freddy. I don’t care where we fuck as long as you’re comfortable,” Jason said. “I’m not a monster or anything.”

“Thank you very much,” Freddy replied sarcastically. “Can we please go?”

“Really. I mean, you’re my partner in crime after all,” Jason continued.

“Partner?” Freddy asked, remembering his thoughts earlier that day about taking their bro relationship to the next level.

“Yeah, well, after all we’ve been through all these decades of Halloween’s together it seems a little childish to be calling you my boyfriend,” Jason explained, cupping Frsddy’s supple ass. “And it’s not like we ever really dated, y’know.”

Freddy eyed Jason carefully, smirking just enough for Jason to notice. “Whatever.”

Jason smiled under his mask, he knew that was code for I secretly but not so secretly feel the same way and I’m never going to admit it to you anyways.

He chuckled to himself and pulled Freddy in for a corpse kiss.

Freddy wanted to resist but who was he kidding?

There was no resisting Jason Voorhees.