Love, Like Ghosts: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations Story

much easier to say if he didn’t have to look Greg in the eye while he said it. “He told me how much he and Sam liked you, and how glad they are that we got together, but he was worried that maybe we were getting a little too serious too fast.”
Greg’s hand stilled at the back of Adrian’s neck. He didn’t say anything in response to Adrian’s confession. A cold, sick feeling curled in the pit of Adrian’s stomach. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected Greg to do, but lying there in awkward silence wasn’t it. What did it mean?
God, maybe he thinks I want to break up with him.
    Adrian rubbed his cheek against Greg’s. “I am serious about you. Very much so. But I don’t think it’s too serious at all. I think it’s just perfect.”
The tension in Greg’s back eased a little, but his silence continued unbroken, and the knot in Adrian’s gut twisted tighter. Did Greg see this thing between them in a more casual way than Adrian did? Was he going to think Adrian was too clingy now? Too needy? Would he want to break up now?
Adrian swallowed hard. The thought of Greg leaving him set off a bright spark of panic deep in his chest.
Get a hold of yourself. You know Greg’s not one for heart-to-heart talks, especially if it involves how he feels instead of how someone else feels. Don’t jump to conclusions.
Closing his eyes, Adrian nuzzled Greg’s throat. God, he smelled good. Skin and sweat and sex, with a bare hint of the musky cologne he wore still detectable some fourteen hours after he’d put it on. His body fit perfectly against Adrian’s. The faint stubble on his cheek scraped the shell of Adrian’s ear. Adrian could feel the steady thud of Greg’s heartbeat against his own. He held Greg tight and hoped it wouldn’t be the last time.
Eventually, Greg stirred in that unmistakable “I’d like to move now” way. Sighing, Adrian loosened his grip so Greg could roll over. Greg flopped onto his back and dapped a finger into the semen coating his stomach. “I guess we should go clean up.”
Okay. So we’re going to ignore this issue.
Adrian bit back the urge to roll his eyes at himself. He hadn’t even had the guts to make it an issue. All he’d said was that his dad was worried about them getting too serious too fast, and that he himself didn’t think that was so. Chances were the implications of that statement had flown right over Greg’s head.
You know that’s not true. You felt him react. He knew what you were saying, he just didn’t want to deal with it.
Adrian knew he should press the issue. He should ask Greg point-blank where he saw their relationship going. Whether it was just a casual fling to him or if he saw a future for the two of them. But his silence had killed Adrian’s courage more thoroughly than anything else could have, and Adrian knew there would be no such discussion tonight.
Forcing a playful grin, Adrian leaned over and pecked Greg on the lips. “I’ll clean you up.”
“What do you—oh!” Greg squeaked when Adrian scooted down and swiped his tongue through the rapidly gelling semen. “Fuck, that tickles.”
Adrian chuckled, his morose mood lifting with the sound of Greg’s half-stifled laughter. “You big baby.” He lapped up another salty-bitter mouthful, swallowed it and licked the residue from his lips. Greg tried to squirm away. Adrian held him down with an arm across his hips. “Be still. You don’t want to go to sleep sticky, do you?”
“No. Wait, yes!” Greg clamped his hand over his mouth just in time to muffle a burst of what sounded suspiciously like giggles. The other hand attempted in vain to keep Adrian’s tongue from digging into his navel. “OhGodpleasestop, stop, you’re killing me!”
Adrian ignored Greg’s pleas and increasingly wild thrashing long enough to clean every trace of come from his belly. When he lifted his head at last, Greg gave him an indignant, red-faced glare, but allowed Adrian to roll him over and spoon against his back without an argument. He laced his fingers through Adrian’s and pulled Adrian’s arm snug around his waist.
“If you get spooge all over my back after all that, I’m gonna kill you,” Greg muttered, wriggling his butt until it sat firmly against Adrian’s groin.
Adrian smiled. “Don’t worry. Whatever was on me either dried up or got rubbed off on the sheets.”
“Good.” Turning his head, Greg pressed a soft kiss to Adrian’s lips. “Night, Adrian.”
“Good night.”
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