"I can't believe I let you talk me into this." Rodney adjusts his hat and mask, frowning. "And why do you get to wear black?"

John tugged at the front of his shirt, flicking off imaginary lint. "Because black is totally my color."

"Oh, and white looks so good on me. I look like I work in a clean room."

"Come on, Rodney," John whines. "If you do this for me, I'll give you a blowjob when we get home."

Rodney looks at him speculatively. "The good kind?" he asks. "The kind where you're on your knees on the floor and have two fingers in my ass and you let me fuck your mouth?"

"Yes," John says. "That kind. You can even pull my hair if you want."

Rodney glares at John from under the brim of his hat. "And then you'll prop yourself up at the head of the bed and jerk off for me?" He could see the blush on John's neck, climbing toward his cheeks.

"Okay," John says quietly. "But only if we win the costume contest." He holds his arm out, elbow crooked. "Shall we, White Spy?"

"Okay, Black Spy," Rodney huffed. "But we better win."