Love, Like Ghosts: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations Story

warm and scented with the Kahlua cake they’d shared for dessert. Fighting off the urge to taste it straight from Greg’s tongue took everything Adrian had. He licked his own lips instead, wishing he could kiss Greg again and do it right this time. Take it slow. Savor the feel and smell and taste of him.
“Okay,” Greg whispered at last. His hands dropped to Adrian’s chest and moved sideways to fist in his jacket. “But if you won’t go to bed with me tonight, the least you can do is kiss me again.”
Adrian couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. Opening his eyes, he drew back enough to smile at Greg’s frown. “You read my mind.”
The corners of Greg’s mouth turned up. “So get on with it, Casanova.”
Maybe it was because he was prepared for his body’s reaction. But this time, when Greg’s mouth opened under his and their tongues slid together, the power that surged through Adrian’s body no longer felt overwhelming. His heart still thumped too fast, his limbs still shook and his cock still felt full enough to burst, but he was able to disperse the excess energy harmlessly into the ground at his feet. He buried both hands in Greg’s hair and drank in the sweet taste of his mouth, his tiny whimpers, the way he clung to Adrian as if he’d fall down otherwise.
It was never like this with Christian, Adrian thought, dazed, as he and Greg pulled apart several long, glorious minutes later. He stared into Greg’s eyes, feeling as lust-drunk as Greg looked. “Wow.”
“Oh, yeah. Wow.” Greg fell forward with a groan, leaning against Adrian’s chest. “I can’t walk.”
Adrian rested his cheek against Greg’s head, hugged him close and breathed in his scent. Just for a minute. Just a minute won’t hurt. “I know I’m amazing and all, but surely I’m not that good.”
“You only think you’re joking.” Pushing himself upright again, Greg looped his arm around Adrian’s waist. “Come on, Magic Man. Since you’ve incapacitated me, the least you can do is walk me up the steps to the door.”
“Oh. Of course.” Adrian gladly wrapped his arm around Greg’s shoulders. They emerged from the shadows and started up the steps. “Magic Man?”
“It’s your new nickname.”
“It is?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Okay.” Adrian paused to give Greg a chance to explain. When no explanation seemed forthcoming, he decided to ask. “Why?”
Greg shot him a sly smile as they reached the door of the dorm. “No one’s ever kissed me quite like that. It must be magic. Therefore, you are now Magic Man.”
“Oh.” Not knowing whether to be pleased that he’d affected Greg so strongly or scared that Greg had unknowingly hit so close to the truth, Adrian tried to cover his conflicted feelings with a smile. “I’m really glad you asked me out tonight, Greg. It was…wonderful. And I’d love to see you again. I mean, I know we see each other every day at Groome Castle, but I’d like to go out with you again.”
“I knew what you meant.” Greg smiled, his face alight with happiness. “Of course we’re going out again. You can’t kiss a guy like that and not keep going out with him.”
Adrian’s heart lurched. He knew his grin looked goofy as hell, but he couldn’t help it. He took Greg’s hand in his. “So, what’s good for you? We’ve got the haunted house every night this weekend, but we could do something Saturday afternoon if you want.”
“Oh my God, I know the perfect thing! Sandy’s sorority’s putting on a hayride for charity, you want to go?” Greg sidled closer. His eyes sparkled with excitement. “They’re gonna have hot chocolate and everything, and we should be back in plenty of time to get to Groome Castle.”
Adrian nodded in spite of the hard knot that formed in his belly at the thought of spending several hours in a hay wagon with a bunch of strangers. It would be fine as long as he was with Greg. “Sure. It sounds like fun.”
“Fantastic. I’ll get the details and let you know all about it tomorrow night.” Beaming, Greg leaned forward and gave Adrian a quick peck on the lips. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you.”
Adrian let Greg slide out of his embrace and stood watching until the dorm door closed behind him, then turned and made his way down the steps and out to the sidewalk. His lips still tingled where Greg had kissed him.
Oh, my God. Those kisses.
Adrian lifted his face into the cold wind. It felt good. It focused his mind and eased his arousal to a bearable