Love, Like Ghosts: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations Story

whispered, his voice hoarse. “But I did lie to you. I deliberately hid from you what I was doing, and tried to tell myself that it wasn’t lying, it was just not telling you everything. But it was lying, because the whole point was to keep my secret from you. For you not to find out. And that was wrong, it was against everything I believe in. Worse than that, I broke my promise to you, and I am so, so sorry.” He stroked a thumb over Greg’s cheekbone. “Can you forgive me? Can you give me another chance?”
Greg let out a soft sound. His hands came up to clasp the back of Adrian’s neck. Tilting his head, he kissed Adrian in a way that signaled the end of any conversation for the night.
It wasn’t exactly the answer Adrian was looking for, but it was an answer, and he accepted it as such. He’d learned long ago that Greg communicated physically rather than verbally more often than not. If he was still angry, he wouldn’t have his tongue in Adrian’s mouth, his fingers wouldn’t be creeping into Adrian’s hair and he definitely wouldn’t be making that hungry noise in the back of his throat. Adrian opened wide for Greg and let his rising arousal wash through him.
By the time Greg broke the kiss and shoved Adrian onto his back, he was so hard it hurt. He opened his legs and moaned when Greg’s weight pressed their erections together. Greg shoved Adrian’s sweater up to his armpits. “Off.”
Adrian grasped the hem of the sweater and pulled it over his head. In the midst of wrestling it over his elbows, Greg bent and sucked Adrian’s left nipple. Adrian moaned, his back arching off the mattress. “God.”
“Mmm.” Wriggling downward, Greg mouthed the crotch of Adrian’s jeans. “These need to come off too.”
In his haste to get his shoes off, Adrian almost kicked Greg in the head. Greg laughed. Adrian yanked off his sneakers, then nudged Greg’s forehead with one sock-clad toe. “I don’t see what’s so funny.”
“You are. So anxious for me to suck your cock that you almost knock me out before I can do it.” Grinning, Greg flipped open the button on Adrian’s jeans and tugged down the zipper. “Is this what you want, Adrian?” He eased the worn denim down over Adrian’s hips, taking his underwear with it, then leaned forward and kissed the tip of his prick. “You want me to suck your cock?” Holding Adrian’s gaze, he traced his tongue under the flared head of Adrian’s glans in a slow, lazy circle. “You want me to swallow your dick all the way down? Hm? I bet you want to come in my mouth, don’t you?”
Adrian bit his lip and nodded, unable to speak. God, but it undid him when Greg talked dirty like that. He was pretty sure Greg wouldn’t consider what he’d just said particularly dirty, but Christian had never talked that way to Adrian during sex, and it excited him beyond belief.
Sitting back on his heels, Greg slid Adrian’s jeans down his thighs. Adrian lifted his legs into the air so Greg could maneuver the garment down his calves, over his ankles and off. Greg tossed the whole thing over his shoulder, then went to work on his own clothes.
Adrian sat up to help him. Between them, they got Greg’s sweatshirt off and his jeans unbuttoned. Distracted by the scent of Greg’s skin, Adrian paused to suck up a mark on his neck just below his jaw, one hand fisted in his hair and the other bumping into Greg’s as they both fumbled with his zipper.
Greg chuckled, the sound rumbling against Adrian’s lips. “Stop helping, you’re getting in the way.”
“But I want your cock.” Adrian bit Greg’s neck and grinned when he yelped.
“Move and I’ll give it to you.” Greg shoved Adrian’s hand out of the way. “Greedy bastard.”
Adrian fell back onto his elbows, legs splayed obscenely wide just for the pleasure of watching the desire ignite in Greg’s eyes. “Hurry. I…I want to suck you while you suck me.”
Greg’s eyebrows shot up. Heat flooded Adrian’s face, but he held Greg’s gaze without flinching. For all his blunt honesty in other areas, Adrian rarely talked during sex. He’d certainly never said anything as direct as what he had just now. It made him feel horribly vulnerable. But he loved the way it made Greg look at him—as if he wanted to eat him alive.
Rising onto his knees, Greg shimmied his jeans and underwear down as far as he could, then plopped onto his butt, yanked the clothes off and threw them on the floor. Naked at last, he stretched