Love, Like Ghosts: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations Story

right now I want your cock in me so bad I could die .” Greg unfolded one leg, rested his foot on Adrian’s shoulder and used muscles made strong by hours on the stage to urge Adrian closer. “C’mon, Adrian. Fuck me.”
The need in his voice intensified the hot ache in Adrian’s groin. Pulling his fingers from Greg’s hole, Adrian managed to coat his cock with lube in spite of Greg adding the other leg to the fight to get him horizontal. He tossed the half-empty tube over the side of the bed just in time to keep it from being trapped as he finally gave in and let Greg yank their bodies flush against one another.
“You’re awfully impatient today,” Adrian observed, attempting to wriggle into position without rubbing all the lube off his prick. “Anyone would think I didn’t take care of your needs.”
In response, Greg bit his neck. “Too much talking. Fuck me.”
Adrian snickered. “Trying.”
Propping himself on one elbow, he bent his right hip just enough to get his hand in the space. He grabbed hold of his cock, fumbled with it a moment, finally got it aimed in the right direction and slid home.
They let out identical groans. For what felt like the hundredth time in the last few weeks, Adrian thanked whatever deities existed for long-term monogamy and reliable disease testing, because fucking Greg bare felt incredible. If he had his way, they would never use a condom again.
Greg’s thighs tightened around Adrian. One heel dug hard into Adrian’s lower back. Bare toes wove into his still-wet hair and pulled so hard his eyes watered. Wincing, he dislodged Greg’s leg from his shoulder. The overly enthusiastic toes wrenched free of his hair. Probably took a few strands with them, he figured. For some reason, the thought made him smile.
The smile dissolved into a heartfelt moan when Greg’s pelvis tilted upward, creating a mind-melting friction against his cock. Greg’s ankle hooked over his other one across Adrian’s back. “Adrian. God, please. Move.”
Greg’s hips rocked, back and forth, and Adrian’s vision blurred with the force of the energy pulse that hit him. Curling his forearms beneath Greg’s shoulders, he dug his knees into the mattress and set up a firm, steady rhythm. Forceful enough to satisfy Greg—who liked to be fucked hard and deep—but slow enough for Adrian to keep control of his powers. He felt himself trembling on the edge already. Not close to orgasm, but to losing his grip on his psychokinesis. The strength of it still took him by surprise sometimes, when he and Greg were together like this.
A tender caress on his cheeks brought his attention into sharp focus on Greg’s face. Greg’s smile was dazed, but his eyes glinted with the determination Adrian had come to both adore and dread. “Don’t.”
Adrian shook his head. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t hold back.”
“I’m not.” Adrian gave a hard thrust to prove his point, and grinned when Greg’s back arched and his eyelids fluttered. “I know how you like it. I never hold back with you.”
“Not…what I meant.” Visibly gathering himself, Greg lifted his body up enough to kiss Adrian’s lips. “Your mojo. I can feel it. I want to know what it’s like to feel all of it.” He stroked Adrian’s hair, his jaw, ran a thumb over his lower lip. “Don’t hold back. Let it go.”
Whatever Adrian had expected, that wasn’t it. If it weren’t for the undulating grip of Greg’s insides on his prick, he would’ve gone soft. He shook his head. “No. I can’t. It’s too dangerous. If I don’t control it, you might get hurt.”
Like I hurt you before. Only so much worse, because I won’t be in control anymore.
As good as it would feel to give himself up completely to the experience of making love with Greg, he couldn’t do it. Couldn’t risk it. If he did and anything happened to Greg, he’d never forgive himself.
Greg framed Adrian’s face between his hands and stared into his eyes. “Don’t be afraid, Adrian. You won’t hurt me.”
Adrian swallowed. “If I’m not in control, I might.”
“You won’t. Your subconscious mind won’t let you.” That look , the one Adrian knew but feared to name, shone in Greg’s eyes. “I trust you.”
I trust you. They weren’t the three words Adrian most wanted to hear, but they reverberated in his soul anyway. Bending forward, he hid the tightness in his throat behind a slow, searching kiss.
He didn’t stop until his flagging arousal recovered and the