Love, Like Ghosts: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations Story

anymore?”
“Okay, sure.” Scooting closer, Greg planted a gentle kiss on Adrian’s lips. “It’s so cute how you’re embarrassed by your natural talent.”
“Shut up.” Adrian gave Greg’s butt a smack. “Not everyone has a natural talent they can be proud of.” He ran an invisible hand over the palm print he’d left on Greg’s rear and wondered if he’d ever be able to openly share that part of himself with Greg. He’d certainly never shared it with anyone else. Had never believed he’d be close enough to anyone outside his family to trust them with his greatest secret.
“Mmmm.” Greg wiggled his ass against Adrian’s corporeal hand. “Speaking of which, I’m auditioning for the lead in the school production of Sweeney Todd week after next, will you come with me?”
Surprised, Adrian nodded. “Of course.”
“Great. Thanks.” Greg snuggled close, tucking his head beneath Adrian’s chin. “I just need the moral support, you know? I mean, I think I’m perfect for the part, acting-wise, but I’m nervous about having to sing. I know my voice isn’t the greatest. I’ve been working with a voice coach, and I’ve been practicing a lot , but still. I’m really nervous.”
Adrian nuzzled Greg’s hair. “I’ve heard you sing a couple of times. You sounded fine to me.” It was true. Adrian had no idea what was involved in the role Greg was trying out for, but from what little he’d heard he saw no reason to think Greg couldn’t do it. And he knew for a fact Greg was a fantastic actor.
“Thanks.” Greg kissed Adrian’s throat. The tip of his tongue dug into the hollow at the base, then traced the pulse point. “You know what, I think we’d better get dressed and go back to the party before I have to molest you again.”
Adrian swallowed. Already, desire had his cock filling again. “I think you’re right.”
Lifting his head, Greg covered Adrian’s mouth with his. The kiss went deeper this time, and it was all Adrian could do to keep himself from shoving Greg’s thighs apart and gulping his cock whole.
Greg broke the kiss an endless time later. He stood and held his hands down to Adrian. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Adrian let Greg haul him to his feet. They dressed in silence. Adrian tossed the used condom in the trashcan in the corner, then turned the futon over so the semen stain wouldn’t show. Greg laughed, but didn’t argue. They left the little room hand in hand and returned to the party, to the inevitable ribbing of their friends.
It took Adrian nearly an hour to notice that the random power surges he’d been living with for the past couple of weeks appeared to have vanished, and he felt far more in control of his psychokinesis than he had at any time since he first met Greg.
The revelation made him smile. He didn’t need a scientific reason to have sex, but it sure didn’t hurt.

Chapter Ten
    The next afternoon, Adrian took advantage of the hectic post-haunted-house clean-up at Groome Castle to slip away and visit the tower room. It had been far too long since he’d felt Lyndon’s presence in his mind. He missed it. Besides, he’d made a promise to himself—and to Lyndon—to solve the mystery of Lyndon’s disappearance and bring peace to his restless spirit. Adrian couldn’t even begin to do that unless he made an attempt to reconnect with Lyndon’s ghost.
    Rain had rolled in that morning, shrouding the tower in watery gray gloom. Adrian chuckled as he walked into the room. The place had never really looked haunted to him until now.
Of course, it didn’t feel haunted at the moment, which could be a problem. He wouldn’t have very long before Greg figured out he wasn’t anywhere downstairs and came looking for him. Not that he minded being found, especially if it meant a kiss like the one he’d gotten at Greg’s dorm when he went to pick him up earlier.
The thought of it started a hot glow deep in Adrian’s belly. He pushed the memory of Greg’s mouth and hands and warm, pliant body ruthlessly to the back of his brain. Being found by Greg might be very nice indeed, but instinct told him that if Greg found him here it would be decidedly less than nice.
A brief surge of guilt made his stomach roll. Sneaking away like this without telling Greg where he’d been felt a lot like lying.
But it isn’t. Not really. Do you know every single place he goes every day? Of course not. And he doesn’t have to know every place you go either. You’re just dating, you