by Sean Michael
He breathed a sigh of relief when Will started the engine and they drove away from the hospital.
He swore the shadows followed them all the way down the driveway, and he didn’t let go of Blaine. He thought it said a lot that Blaine made no move to pull away from him either.
He didn’t really start to relax until they were back on the highway and almost home.
Chapter Seven
THE guys left while Blaine was inside tossing his cookies, and by the time he’d taken a shower and brushed his teeth, Flynn was standing in his room with two steaming cups of fragrant tea.
“Thought this might go down nicely.”
“Yeah. Yeah, thank you.”
Flynn sat on his bed. “It’s peppermint. Should be easy on your stomach.” Flynn looked at home in his room.
“You rock.” Blaine sat next to Flynn, took the cup, and sipped. “I’m sorry about that.”
Flynn shook his head. “It’s okay. That was some freaky shit going on back there, and you were right in the middle of it.”
“Yeah. Truly. I mean, that was intense.” Way more intense than he’d experienced before.
“Have you ever felt anything like it?” Flynn asked, hand on Blaine’s thigh.
“No. I don’t remember much. Just nausea and being cold.”
“You were saying stuff. And talking to someone. And it was like the ghosts were in you. It sounds silly now, but it felt like you were possessed or something.” Flynn shrugged. “I told you it was silly. I don’t know. Can we talk about something else?”
“Sure, why not? We can talk about all the things, right?” Blaine needed some downtime, something chill.
“Yeah. Yeah, so what do you do in your spare time?” Tell me about yourself.
“Bad movies. I mean bad movies. The worse they are, the happier I am.”
“Yeah?” Blaine drank more tea and let himself lean against Flynn. “I have a TV in here.”
“Oh yeah? Netflix has a lot of bad movies on it, and I have an account.” Flynn grinned. “We could lie in bed and watch… if it’s okay that I’m kind of co-opting your bed.”
“It’s more than okay. We can be lazy and spend the evening in bed like schlubs.” That sounded like more fun than he’d had in months.
“I like it.” Flynn smiled at him. “I like you.”
“Thank you.” Thank God tomorrow was a day off.
Flynn got up and grabbed all the pillows, then set them up at the head of the bed in a pile for them to lie against. “Ta-da!”
“Let me grab the remotes.” Blaine dug through the nightstand, then tossed them over.
“So there’s one for the TV and one for the cable box, and this last one is for the Blu-Ray, and that’s where you get your Netflix?” Flynn perused the buttons as he asked.
“Yep. One day I’ll get one of those master mega things, but for now, this works.” Hell, he was grateful for satellite in the barn. Dad had laughed his ass off when they’d installed it.
He needed the Wi-Fi, though, for the ghost hunting. The internet was their friend. And it wasn’t like he was out at clubs and parties every night. He didn’t really consider it a luxury.
“Okay, let’s see what bad movies we can find.” Flynn already had the remotes figured out and was busy running them.
“I love a man who knows his way around technology.”
Flynn grinned. “Then I’m your man.” There was something a little extra in Flynn’s eyes that said he wasn’t really joking.
Blaine let it drop, because it was time to be logical, time to ride the fact that they enjoyed each other’s company.
Flynn found them something called Babylon A.D. “This has the added bonus of being a Vin Diesel film. He could read me the phone book and I’d be drooling.”
“Oh yeah. He’s got the voice, huh?”
“Uh-huh. There’s something sexy about a man who can rock the bald too. It’s not for everyone, but he wears it well.” Flynn shifted, leaned against him.
“I don’t think I could do it. I like my hair.”
“God no. It would totally change your whole vibe. The long hair suits you.”
It felt good knowing that Flynn had looked, that he had an opinion on the matter.
“Thanks.” Blaine inhaled, filling his lungs, then exhaled, letting the breath relax him.
The movie was entertaining, and Vin Diesel was easy on the eyes. Better than that was the heavy, warm weight of Flynn lying against him.
The tension from earlier today began to ease, began to lift from his shoulders. It helped that Flynn didn’t start asking him questions. In fact, they hadn’t talked about it at all since they’d gotten home and Flynn had hustled him inside, telling the guys to go get some sleep; they could meet up Monday or Tuesday to look at what they had and discuss the day’s work.
He didn’t want to talk about it right now, or think about it. He dozed, blinking nice and slow. He wasn’t sure what happened during the last half of the movie, but all of a sudden the credits were rolling and Flynn was nuzzling into his neck, breath warm on his skin.
“Mmm.” He pulled the blankets up higher, covering them.
“You feeling up to a little fun?” Flynn asked. “Getting reacquainted?”
“Something slow and lazy and fuzzy?”
“Yeah, yeah. Exactly.” Flynn smiled and licked at his lower lip, all smiles, a happy sensuality shining in his eyes.
Blaine reached out, wrapped his fingers around Flynn’s hip, and petted him in lazy circles. Flynn hummed at his touch and pushed closer.
“Why didn’t we strip before lying down?” Flynn asked, fiddling with the bottom of Blaine’s T-shirt to get to skin.
“We were being classy?” Blaine tried.
Flynn giggled, the sound light and easy, surprising out of such a strong body. “Classy. I love it.”
“Uh-huh. Classy. You and me, classy ghost discoverers.”
“I like it. I’m not sure how we make out classily, though. It’s inherently messy and unclassy.” Flynn had found the skin of Blaine’s belly and stroked gently, fingertips dancing on his abs.
“I’m pretty sure that classy making out would be fun, but I think we should just make out like us.”
“Do we have a style already?” Flynn asked, eyes twinkling.
Blaine thought maybe they did. Slow and easy, sweet and happy.
“We will after this time, right? Two times is a pattern.”
“Works for me. I hope we’re good at it.”
“At making out?” From what he remembered from their session before, he thought they were pretty damn decent at it.
“Yeah. I want our style to be awesome.” Flynn grinned at him. “Like, outstanding.”
“Well, if it’s not, it means more practice.”
“Oh yeah. Yeah. Good point.” Flynn laughed and kissed him, the lovely sound filling Blaine’s mouth.
He found himself laughing back, pushing right into the kiss and going with it.
Flynn’s laughter slowly faded as their kiss deepened, soft little moans sounding in its place. Flynn was warm and sensual, body moving fluidly, and Blaine was so glad to be awake, to be alive and home and not in that hospital.
This was so much better it wasn’t even funny.
Flynn got Blaine’s shirt pushed up to his underarms, and his fingers wandered across Blaine’s chest until they found his right nipple. Then they stayed there, rubbing gently. He loved how Flynn touched him, like the man knew him, understood him.
Flynn shifted to lie next to him, then began opening his jeans, tugging at the button, then pulling down the zipper, fingers protecting his cock, which was filling, demanding attention.
“Oh.” Flynn gasped softly as he touched Blaine’s cock. “God, I want to suck you.”
“I…. Yeah? I’m all over that.” As in totally.
“Cool.” Flynn wriggled down beneath the covers and tugged Blaine’s jeans downward.
They got caught up on his legs, Flynn finally g
iving up on them.
“Let’s… come on. Let’s strip down. We have all night.”
“Yeah? Okay. Just a second.” Flynn’s nose slid along his cock, and he could hear him breathing in deeply. Then Flynn took a quick lick before popping up from under the covers. “Okay. Undressing. You’re very distracting, and things are, like, stuck. So….”
Flynn climbed out of bed and pulled off his T-shirt, then tugged off his jeans and his underwear, getting naked. Flynn was tall and had great muscles. Nothing gun-showy or anything like that, but enough definition to be pretty damn hot.
“I like that.” Blaine could explore for a long few minutes, no question.
“You like what?” Flynn asked, moving closer.
“The way you look. All lean and needy.”
“Oh.” Flynn’s cheeks colored a little, but he smiled and came closer. “Your turn.”
“Right.” Hell, he’d forgotten he wasn’t naked already.
Smiling, Flynn tugged off Blaine’s T-shirt, then yanked his jeans the rest of the way down, his underwear going with it. “Oh. Better. God, I like what I see. A whole lot.”
Blaine flexed and posed. He looked like a guy who worked a physical job, kept himself clean, and took care of himself. He wasn’t anything to sneeze at.
Flynn’s eyes lit up, and he climbed onto the bed and began to explore Blaine’s body, fingertips sliding down his chest and leaving trails of pure tingles.
Groaning, Flynn leaned in and licked at Blaine’s right nipple, then wrapped his lips around it and sucked.
Thank God for oral lovers. Blaine arched under Flynn and pressed up into that hungry mouth. Flynn didn’t abandon his touches, but the tingling strokes faded into the background as Flynn’s mouth drove him crazy.
He groaned, trying to touch back, but he couldn’t figure out how to make his hands work. Flynn seemed happy with soft petting on his head, each moan of approval making Blaine’s nipple vibrate between Flynn’s lips.
“God, that feels insane. So good.”
“I won’t stop, then.” Smiling, Flynn rubbed his lips back and forth across Blaine’s nipple.
“Don’t stop. Please.” Blaine moaned deep in his chest, the tension beginning to build in his balls.
“I won’t stop. You taste too good.”
Oh. Tasting. “Want to suck you. We could sixty-nine, get each other off.”
He felt Flynn’s smile on his skin, then heard it in Flynn’s voice. “I love the way you think.”
“Come on, then, before I get distracted.”
Flynn laughed, but he turned around, lying next to Blaine with his cock right there at Blaine’s mouth. Before he could get it between his lips, Flynn’s mouth closed over his cock. He twisted his neck, lips parted as he searched for the tip of Flynn’s erection. It brushed his lips, and then he caught hold of it, causing Flynn to cry out around Blaine’s cock.
Go him for not being a greedy jackass.
Flynn’s suction increased, his head bobbing slowly, taking more and more of Blaine in. He flicked Flynn, somehow knowing that he loved pressure around the tip, at the slit. Flynn groaned, hips pushing, sending his hard cock deeper into Blaine’s mouth.
Blaine wrapped his fingers around the base, controlling the thrust and giving Flynn everything, sensation all along his prick.
Flynn pulled off Blaine’s cock to moan and cry out, “Oh God!” Then Flynn took the head of Blaine’s cock back in, sucking hard.
Blaine’s toes curled, and he redoubled his efforts, wanting to make Flynn fly. Every sweet cry translated to vibrations around his cock that settled in his balls. Then Flynn took a move right out of Blaine’s playbook, tongue-slapping the top of his cock.
Together they were going to drive each other out of their minds. No question. He’d never had a lover he wanted so much.
Flynn kept sucking and slapping, then cupped Blaine’s balls and rolled them gently.
Blaine lifted his head, swallowing hard, taking more of Flynn’s cock than he had before, throat clenching around the tip. Flynn’s suction increased, became stronger but also wilder, telling Blaine he was doing something right.
Flynn grabbed hold of his hip in one hand and played with his balls with the other, both hands clumsy now.
Tentatively, carefully, he tapped Flynn’s hole, teasing it, waiting for his response. Flynn pushed his cock deeper again, and his low cry was muffled by Blaine’s cock.
Hell yes. He repeated the rhythm—suck, tap, swallow; suck, tap, swallow. Soon the suction on his cock became softer, Flynn’s focus clearly shot. The whimpers that vibrated his prick got louder, though, and came more often.
That felt so fucking good. So fucking hot. And he pulled harder, sucked harder.
Flynn pulled off. “Blaine! Blaine! Oh God. Soon.”
He nodded and pulled Flynn in deep, swallowing hard as he eased one finger into Flynn’s hole. Seed splashed on his tongue and flowed into his mouth. Flynn tasted good—salty and bitter and clean. He approved.
Blaine gentled his suction as soon as Flynn’s thrusts slowed, easing his lips back.
“Oh God. That was amazing. Thank you. Oh! Sorry, sorry, I came off. Sorry.” Flynn’s lips came back onto his cock, sliding along his flesh.
“Uhn….” That was a good enough answer, right?
Flynn didn’t seem at all put out by his lack of anything else to say, finding a good rhythm right away, sucking him like a master.
Blaine whimpered and tossed his head. “Don’t stop.”
Flynn made a noise, and the suction increased; he didn’t stop. Thank God.
Blaine’s balls ached, his cock throbbing on Flynn’s tongue. Flynn rolled his balls again, a little more focused now, really manipulating them. Flynn was more focused with his tongue too, using it to play Blaine’s slit.
That was… perfect. Perfect, like they’d been loving each other for years, not minutes.
Flynn kept it up, and Blaine’s orgasm drew closer, his ability to think disappearing as the waves of pleasure pushed everything else aside.
“Gonna.” That was all the warning he got out before he was shooting, coming hard.
Flynn didn’t miss a beat, swallowing again and again. Blaine could feel Flynn’s throat closing around the tip of his cockhead.
That was all he could bear, all he could take, and his balls emptied themselves in a rush.
Flynn licked him clean, humming and sucking gently before coming off and slowly kissing his way up Blaine’s body. Flynn stopped at his navel, licked around it, then inside it. As he continued, he stopped to kiss each nipple, lips warm, the touches so gentle.
“Hey.” Blaine couldn’t stop smiling.
“Hey.” Flynn rested heavily against him and brought their lips together. The kiss was lazy, sloppy even, but it was easy and sexy, and Blaine could taste himself in Flynn’s mouth, knew Flynn could taste himself in Blaine’s. And that was pretty damn sexy.
His energy was returning, his balance back. They continued to kiss, touching base with their lips again and again. Then Flynn put his head on Blaine’s shoulder and snuggled up close. “I hope we can do that again.”
“Maybe after supper, huh? We can throw a couple frozen pizzas in the oven.”
“That sounds nice and easy. Which is perfect.” Flynn grinned. “Pizza and another bad movie to mock?”
“Hell to the yeah.” Oh, he felt hip now.
Flynn laughed, crawled out of bed, and stretched, giving him an amazing view. “I’ll go put the pizzas in?”
“Yeah, and I’ll pick another movie. There’s sausage, pepperoni, meat lovers, and cheese. I’ll take whatever.”
“Ooh, sausage.” Flynn waggled his eyebrows before grabbing his jeans and pulling them on commando.
“Careful with that zipper, now.”
Flynn chuckled. “My mini-me thanks you for your concern.”
“Your mini-me is on my to-do list.” Wait. Was that dorky?
“You should make it a daily to-do.” Flynn’s
cheeks had color, but his eyes were twinkling.
“A repeating task, huh?”
“Yep. That would be a good idea. I think.”
“I approve. Seriously.” It felt fucking good to have his dorkitude taken as something funny, not stupid.
“Cool. I’ll get those pizzas in the oven.” Flynn’s gaze lingered until he was gone.
Huh. Okay. Okay, this was cool. It was. Unexpected, but cool.
He went through the movies, looking for something that Flynn would consider the right kind of bad.
Oh, Psycho Beach Party. Perfect.
By the time he had the movie set up, Flynn was back, cuddling with him. “Twenty minutes to food.”
“I picked a super silly one for us.”
“Cool. You wanna wait until the pizza is ready before we start it? We could… uh. You know, do stuff.”
“You mean neck?”
“That’s the one.” Flynn grinned.
“Rock on. I’ll start.” He pounced and nuzzled right into Flynn’s neck, blowing a raspberry straight off.
Flynn’s laughter echoed around the room; then Flynn pushed him down and tickled his belly, making him cackle.
They rolled together, laughing and rubbing and sharing kisses. It felt natural and right. Like the easiest roommate ever.
“Not just a roommate.”
It wasn’t an internal thought; the words whispered through his bedroom.
He stilled. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Flynn asked, head popping up from his neck. Flynn looked around, then back at him. “What?”
“Nothing. I thought I heard a whisper. Must have been the wind.”
“Yeah? You sure your barn isn’t haunted?” Flynn asked, clearly teasing.
“Pretty damn sure, yeah.” Dork.
“Maybe the ghost hitched a ride with us from the hospital.” Flynn made a face. “Okay, pretend I didn’t say that.”
“I’ve never had that happen, you know.”
“What?” Flynn asked, resting his hands on Blaine’s chest and his chin on his hands.