Love, Like Ghosts: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations Story

tiny opening pulsed in response. Greg moaned around Adrian’s cock. The vibrations sent shockwaves up Adrian’s shaft directly into his brain. His psychokinesis reacted with a blast of energy that raised gooseflesh all over his body and wrenched his orgasm from him with such violence that his hips snapped upward and smacked Greg in the chin.
Through the pulse-pounding haze of his release, he was vaguely aware of Greg’s fingers pulling out of his ass, Greg’s hands holding his hips firmly to the bed, Greg’s skilled and determined mouth sucking him dry. Only when Adrian’s prick started to go soft did Greg finally let it slip from his lips. He rested his cheek against Adrian’s belly.
Adrian would’ve laughed if he hadn’t had his mouth full. So much for making it last. “Adrian,” Greg panted. His breath felt cool against Adrian’s wet, still-sensitive cock. “So close.”
The raw need in Greg’s voice made Adrian feel better. At least he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t keep it together for more than a few minutes tonight.
Without the distraction of Greg’s mouth on him, Adrian was free to concentrate on nothing but getting Greg off. Circling the base of Greg’s shaft with a thumb and forefinger and keeping the other hand on Greg’s butt, Adrian guided Greg’s cock deep into his throat. He swallowed around the head a couple of times—a difficult trick to learn, but worth it for the way it made Greg cry out in agonized bliss—then drew back, sucking as hard as he could.
That was all it took. Greg’s hips whip-cracked forward and he came with a low, pitiful whine, shaking all over. Adrian gagged, grasped Greg by the hipbones and pushed him up until just the head of his cock remained in Adrian’s mouth. Eyes watering, Adrian swallowed as best he could. The overflow leaked out the corners of his mouth to trickle down his neck.
He couldn’t bring himself to care. Sixty-nine, he decided, was absolutely the most brilliant invention in the known universe. He’d damn well learn how to be on the bottom and not gag, just as long as they got to do this on a regular basis.
Turning his head, he let Greg’s cock slip from his mouth and grinned. “Was it good for you?”
Greg let out a satisfied sigh. “Oh, my God. You’re such a smart-ass.”
“And you apparently wouldn’t know a direct answer if it hit you upside the head, so I’m taking that as a yes.” Adrian gave Greg’s ass a smack. “Come up here.”
“Can’t move,” came the muttered answer from the vicinity of Adrian’s groin.
“Yes, you can.” Tilting his head just so, he snagged the head of Greg’s cock very, very gently between his teeth. Greg squeaked and tried to squirm away. Adrian let go before Greg could hurt himself. “Come on, Greg.”
“Fine.” Grumbling under his breath, Greg pushed up on his hands, turned himself around and snuggled against Adrian’s chest. He grinned, gray eyes sparkling. “You look like a porn star.”
Adrian took in Greg’s flushed face, swollen lips and wildly tangled hair with amusement. “You’re one to talk.” He arched an eyebrow. “You have a little something at the corner of your mouth, just there.” Grabbing Greg’s face in both hands, Adrian pulled him close and licked off the bit of semen drying at the edge of his lip.
Greg laughed. “Man, I am not even pointing out the obvious here.” He ducked his head and lapped the stream of fluid from one side of Adrian’s neck, then the other. That task accomplished, he leaned in and shared it with Adrian in a long, lazy kiss. When they drew apart, Greg licked his lips. “Mmm. I do love make-up sex.”
Make-up sex. Adrian’s heart lurched. For a while there, he’d almost forgotten why Greg was here in the first place, and the seriousness of the fight they’d had. Now, it all came rushing back. He’d fucked up, badly, and he had to make sure it never happened again. What he had with Greg was too important to lose. Not for Lyndon, not for anyone .
Framing Greg’s face between his hands, Adrian gazed into his eyes. “It was great sex. But I don’t want to have any more reasons for make-up sex. I swear to you, right now, that I won’t hide anything else from you, ever. I screwed up, and I don’t intend to ever let that happen again.”
Something flickered in Greg’s eyes and vanished before Adrian could pin a name on it. Greg smiled, his expression warm and open. “We all fuck up sometimes, Adrian. It’s okay.” He