Love, Like Ghosts: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations Story

deeper into Greg’s body, fuck him a little bit harder. When he lifted one hand to stroke Greg’s cock, his power gave his touch an extra sizzle it didn’t ordinarily have.
He just hoped Greg would chalk up the sensation to heat of the moment and not expect it to be that good every time.
    Unless I’m this out of control every time we have sex.
He let his conscious mind dance out of reach of the uncomfortable thought and sink back into the pure pleasure of the here and now—the hot living grip of Greg’s ass on his cock, the sweet sound of Greg’s cries, the smell of their sweat-slick skin, the way their bodies slid together when they moved. He didn’t want to think right now, only feel. It had been far too long since he’d had sex, and it had never been this good before. He wanted to enjoy every single second.
Adrian had no idea how much time had passed when Greg’s moans changed pitch and his legs began to shake. “Oh, oh God, oh God, ohGodohGod…”
Opening his eyes, Adrian nipped at the back of Greg’s neck. He angled his hips to hit Greg’s gland, jerking Greg’s cock as hard and fast as he could. Come on. Come on. Let me see you come. Let me feel your ass grab my cock and squeeze it hard. Part of him wanted more than anything to actually say it, but he’d just couldn’t. It felt dirty enough to think such things inside his head. He could never bring himself to voice them out loud.
As if reading Adrian’s mind, Greg came with a great full-body shudder, sobbing Adrian’s name. Semen spilled in a warm, slippery flood over Adrian’s hand and pattered onto the futon. The feel of Greg’s insides undulating around his cock sent Adrian tumbling over the brink. He came with his prick buried deep in Greg’s ass and one hand still cupping Greg’s privates. His lips shaped a silent litany of yesyesyesyesyes against the hot, flushed skin of Greg’s back while his hips pumped out too many months’ worth of pent-up need.
When his strength gave out, Adrian cinched his arms around Greg’s waist and took him down to the futon with him as he collapsed. They lay spooned together, panting, in a silence that didn’t feel at all uncomfortable.
Neither moved until Adrian’s cock softened enough to slip from Greg’s hole. Greg snickered. “Feels weird.”
“Mm.” Rolling onto his back, Adrian removed the condom, twirled it enough to keep the semen from spilling, then placed it carefully on the floor beside the futon before resuming his former position on his side. He snaked his arm around Greg and pulled him close. “This feels nice, though.”
“Very.” Greg squirmed onto his other side, facing Adrian. He wrapped his arms around Adrian’s neck and threw a leg over his hips. A lazy, satisfied grin curved Greg’s lips. “Man, that was fantastic. Totally worth waiting for.”
Adrian smiled, his cheeks heating. “Thank you. I agree, by the way. Sex has never been anywhere near that good for me before.”
“Yeah? Cool.” Greg raked a hand through Adrian’s hair. “You did all the work, though. All I did was lie there and beg like a slut.”
Laughing, Adrian shook his head. “Stop that. You were amazing.”
Greg snorted, eyes sparkling. “Liar.”
Adrian cupped Greg’s chin in his hand. “Didn’t I just promise I’d never lie to you?” “You did.” Greg studied Adrian’s face. “How many guys have you been with? Sexually, I mean.”
Damn. Here it comes. They hadn’t discussed their sexual histories, aside from each proclaiming themselves to be disease free and agreeing to use protection anyway. In Adrian’s admittedly limited experience, most guys loved to brag about their prowess between the sheets and expected their partners to be just as experienced as themselves. Adrian knew he didn’t measure up, and he’d dreaded what might happen if Greg preferred a man with lots of notches on his bedpost.
Adrian sighed. “One.”
Greg’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “One?”
“Yes.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.” Adrian gnawed his bottom lip. “Is that a problem?”
Greg gaped at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. “No, it’s not a problem,” he gasped when he got himself under control. “I just can’t believe someone as good at sex as you are has only had one partner. You must’ve done nothing but fuck.”
“Not really, no.” Adrian hunched his shoulders, feeling his face turn bright red as Greg’s grin widened. “Can we please not talk about that