Love, Like Ghosts: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations Story

familiar psychokinetic energy began to spark along his spine. By the time he pulled back, he was fully hard again and Greg had gone back to moaning and seesawing his hips.
“All right,” Adrian whispered, watching Greg’s face. “I won’t hold back. Promise you’ll tell me if you want me to get control again.”
Greg blinked a few times, then nodded. “Promise.”
Bracing himself on his elbows, Adrian shut his eyes and concentrated. He’d never deliberately dropped all the careful controls he’d built over the years. It was harder than he’d thought it would be.
Finally, he pictured his restraint of his power as a giant hand. He imagined the fingers unfolding, the palm opening and his psychokinesis bursting out like a flock of birds.
The effect was instantaneous. The familiar sensation prickled over Adrian’s skin, magnified to a nearpainful intensity. He let out a cry. Greg echoed it, his back arching off the bed. His hole clamped down on Adrian’s cock, and it was all Adrian could do to keep himself from coming right then.
“Oh fuck,” Greg gasped, his thighs shaking. “Fuck, ’s good.”
“Y…you like it? Oh, God.” Adrian ducked his head and started pounding into Greg as hard as he could when another wave of energy hit him. He couldn’t help it. He felt dizzy and breathless with the urge to move , to fuck with everything in him. And God it felt good to just let go and do it. “Okay?”
Greg nodded. “’M okay. Close.”
Something blunt scraped across Adrian’s lower belly. After a moment, he realized it was Greg’s hand, trapped between their bodies, moving hard and fast on his cock.
Knowing that Greg not only wasn’t hurt, but got off on the jolt, killed the last of Adrian’s qualms. Burying his face in the curve of Greg’s neck, he drove his cock into Greg’s ass in a punishing rhythm.
His power swirled over and around and through him like a drug, and God, it felt incredible. Through the rush of blood in his ears, Adrian heard books tumble from the shelf near his bed. An electric current buzzed and sparked all over his skin. Invisible fingers pinched, scratched, yanked his hair, toyed with his balls. The smell of male sex rode the air like a powerful perfume, much stronger than it should have been. In the lust-ridden haze of his brain, Adrian wondered if Greg felt it too, and what he thought of it if he did.
As if in answer to Adrian’s half-thought question, Greg moaned, his free hand clutching at Adrian’s back. “Oh. God. Coming, oh, oh fuck !”
His body shook, his ass rippling around Adrian’s cock. Warm, slippery fluid spread between his belly and Greg’s, and the feel of it was one sensation too many. Adrian came with a keening cry, his cock buried deep in Greg’s body and Greg’s scent all around him. He sought Greg’s mouth and claimed a messy but passionate kiss while his release thumped through him.
After a blissful eternity, the floaty feeling began to fade from Adrian’s head as he came down from his orgasmic high. Allowing his softened cock to slip from Greg’s hole, he broke the kiss and rolled sideways, pulling Greg into his arms. He cast a glance around his apartment. Books littered the floor near the bookshelf, all his cabinets stood open and his comforter had somehow ended up on the other side of the room, but there didn’t seem to be any major damage.
Turning back to Greg, Adrian studied him with a critical eye. He looked to be completely unharmed, and Adrian knew that he himself wasn’t hurt. “You okay?”
“Mmmmm.” Greg propped his chin on Adrian’s chest and gazed at him with half-closed eyes and a sated smile. “I am beyond okay. I am fucking drunk with goddamn well-fucked.”
Adrian laughed. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
“Sure it does. It means you and your awesome mojo fucked me upside down and sideways and I love it.” The smile widened to a goofy grin. “We are so doing that again.”
Looking into Greg’s contented face, Adrian felt the burden he’d carried for the last ten years fall from his shoulders. I let go. I let my psychokinesis have free rein, during sex of all times, and nothing terrible happened. Greg’s okay.
Relief made Adrian bold. Laying a hand on Greg’s cheek, he finally found the courage to say the words he’d held inside for far too long. “I love you, Greg.”
Greg looked startled for a moment, then his face lit up brighter than the winter sunshine pouring through the window. “That’s good,