Love, Like Ghosts: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations Story

time Greg’s mouth found his.
When the kiss broke, Greg stepped back enough to meet Adrian’s gaze with his. “I’m sorry too. But that’s all over. We hurt each other, we’ve moved on, and it’s all in the past now.” Taking Adrian’s hand, he walked backward toward the bathroom door. “Come on. Let’s go to bed and fuck ’til we drop, then we can order pizza.”
Happiness bubbled up in Adrian’s chest. He laughed. “Sounds like a perfect plan to me.”
“I know. I’m a genius that way.” Greg reached behind him with his free hand, felt for the door and opened it. In the cooler air of the main room, he shivered. “Wow. It’s cold. You need to turn up the heat in here.”
“I’m about to.” Pulling his hand from Greg’s grip, Adrian dove forward and swooped Greg into his arms.
Greg yelped in surprise. “Hey, be careful!”
“What, afraid I’m gonna hurt you?”
“No, dumbass, I’m afraid you’re gonna hurt yourself. I’m not exactly a delicate flower here.” Greg let out an oof, then snickered when Adrian dropped him on the bed. “Caveman.”
“You bring it out in me.”
“Yeah? What else do I bring out in you?”
The wicked smile on Greg’s face brought Adrian’s cock from half-mast to diamond hard in two heartbeats. Climbing onto the bed, Adrian nestled between Greg’s open thighs and rocked his hips. Greg moaned, and a shiver of excitement ran up Adrian’s spine. “You make me want to try things I’ve never tried before.” He kissed Greg’s lips. Did it again, because it tasted so damn good. “I guess that means you bring out the adventurer in me.”
The warm light which always made Adrian’s heart beat faster rose in Greg’s eyes. Without a word, he buried both hands in Adrian’s hair and angled his head to kiss him deep.
As usual, the feel of Greg’s bare skin against his, the strong legs winding around his waist and the long fingers cradling his skull, kicked Adrian’s psychokinesis into overdrive. He tamped it down with an effort. After four months, he had gotten much better at keeping his gift under control, but it was never easy.
Several glorious minutes later, Greg tore his mouth from Adrian’s. “Shit. Are you using your mojo on me?”
Adrian frowned, trying to think past the waves of lust thumping through him. “My mojo?”
“Yeah. You know, your moving stuff with your mind thing.” Letting his legs fall away from Adrian’s waist, Greg slipped both hands down to squeeze his ass. “I could come just from kissing and humping. That can’t be normal for a suave and worldly guy like me.”
“Actually, I think that sort of thing is perfectly normal for guys our age, no matter how suave and worldly they might be.” Adrian arched an eyebrow at the flushed and grinning naked man underneath him. “But yeah, my ‘mojo’, as you call it, was acting up. It always does when we’re together. I can control it, but it doesn’t really go away. It does make for an enhanced experience, though.”
The fire that flared to life in Greg’s eyes created an answering heat in Adrian’s belly. Greg extended one arm toward the bedside table, rummaged through the drawer and emerged with a tube of lube, which he handed to Adrian. He didn’t say anything. There was no need.
Sitting back on his knees, Adrian opened the lube. He squeezed some onto his fingers, then reached down behind Greg’s balls, slick fingertips sliding into the crease of his ass. Greg lifted his legs and spread himself open with both hands, staring straight into Adrian’s eyes the whole time.
God, the way he looks at me. Like he wants to eat me alive. It was almost enough to make Adrian feel like he could come without ever being touched. He clamped his free hand around the base of his cock and started counting backward from one hundred by sevens in his head until his belly stopped tightening and the pressure in his balls eased.
Biting his lip, he pressed two lubed fingers deep into Greg’s ass. He pumped and twisted to spread the slick stuff around both inside and out. Greg moaned. One hand went to his cock, curling around the shaft. His thumb caressed the flare of the glans, but otherwise his hand didn’t move. Almost as if he wanted to wait for Adrian to be inside him before he started getting himself off. Adrian found it oddly sweet.
When his fingers penetrated deep enough to nail Greg’s gland, Greg let out a sharp, desperate cry. “Ah! Jesus, just…I know you like to finger my ass, but