Love, Like Ghosts: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations Story

strike all that often. For the first few weeks, sure, they’d screwed constantly. Then the novelty had worn off, familiarity had set in, and they’d settled into a once or twice a week pattern more like that of a long-married couple than a pair of teenage boys.
    The experience had led Adrian to believe he simply didn’t have much of a sex drive. Aside from the mild irritation of discovering yet another way in which he was different from everyone else, it hadn’t bothered him much. He had big plans for his life, and those plans didn’t include a relationship. Not being burdened by the hormonal urges that plagued most men his age could only be a good thing.
    Then along came Greg. Greg, who could turn Adrian’s legs boneless and his cock stone hard with nothing but a single smoldering look. Every time they kissed, every time Greg’s hands slid beneath Adrian’s shirt to spread across the bare skin of his back, Adrian’s powers surged into a savage whirlwind of crackling energy. It terrified him, yet at the same time he found the feel of all that raw power pulsing inside him almost unbearably exciting.
    Unfortunately, that excitement appeared inextricably linked to Adrian’s intense sexual attraction toward Greg. And how ironic was it that he’d made up his mind to give in to his need and take Greg to bed, yet in the two weeks between the first haunted house show and today—Halloween, the day of the final show—they hadn’t had more than a few minutes alone at once?
Greg, only half joking, called it poetic justice. Adrian just called it hell.
    “Tomorrow night,” Greg declared as he and Adrian walked hand in hand to Groome Castle. “We are holing up in your apartment and spending the entire night fucking like bunnies.”
Adrian cast a furtive glance around them. “Not so loud.”
“Oh, for God’s sake, Adrian, give it a rest.” Greg shot him an irritated look. “Nobody cares, okay? Everybody is having sex. Nobody’s gonna get their panties in a wad just because somebody else is talking about the sex they want to have. Eventually.”
A planter shattered as Adrian walked past it. He clenched his jaw. Those sorts of things had been happening disturbingly often lately.
“I promised we’d…you know…when I was ready. You were fine with that. I don’t understand why this is different.”
“When you said that, you weren’t ready to have sex .” Greg enunciated the last two words far more than was strictly necessary. Adrian groaned. Greg plowed on with a determined glint in his eyes. “Now you are, and I know we could be fucking, if only life would cooperate. And that is the goddamn difference.”
Adrian sighed. “Okay, I see your point.”
“So. Tomorrow night? Your place? I’ll bring the rubbers and lube.”
Someone brushed past on Adrian’s other side. He whipped his head around, heart in his throat. Theo Smathers grinned and waved as he jogged past. “Hey, guys. See you at the castle.”
“Yeah, see you.” Adrian turned back to Greg, who wore a smug expression. “Okay, so obviously he heard you, and obviously he didn’t care. Point taken.”
“Uh-huh.” Greg elbowed Adrian in the ribs. “Answer my question.”
Adrian laughed out loud. “Yes, okay? Yes. Tomorrow night. My place. You bring the necessary…things. I’ll supply the bed.”
“Thank Christ. ” Letting go of Adrian’s hand, Greg bounded in front of him, flung both arms around his neck and planted a hard, hungry kiss right on his mouth.
Fire raced through Adrian’s veins. His arms slid around Greg’s waist, his mouth opened and his tongue sought Greg’s without his brain’s permission. It was like this every time. One touch, one kiss, and pure instinct knocked propriety and the desire for privacy sideways.
In fact, it seemed to have gotten worse lately. In the past two days, he’d come to his senses to find himself on the verge of groping Greg in public no less than three times.
And this makes four. Snatching his hand out of the back of Greg’s jean, Adrian broke the kiss and pushed Greg away. “Stop. Please. Not here.”
Greg let out a frustrated growl. “For fuck’s sake, it’s just a kiss , okay? I swear I’m not going to sully your virtue in public.”
“It’s not just a kiss,” Adrian snapped. On the porch of the house they’d just passed, a potted fern fell and broke. Scowling, Adrian stuck his hands in his pockets and stalked up the sidewalk as fast as he could go, leaving Greg scrambling in his