Haunt Me Then: A Ghost Story

by Adam Charles

  They walked to the bedroom slower than Heath had imagined they would. They held hands as if they were simply taking a casual stroll, and he wondered how this felt for Malcolm. He lifted James’s hand and kissed it.

  “You can feel all of this, Malcolm?” Heath asked.

  Once they were in the bedroom, James turned to him. “He says he can feel it all. Says it’s wonderful. And you’re beautiful.”

  Heath still held James’s hand as he looked down at the floor. “You’re going to need to top. I’m too nervous.”

  James bridged the distance and released his hand before he began unbuttoning Heath’s shirt. “That’s fine. I’m almost as excited as Malcolm is to make love to you.” He pushed Heath’s shirt off his shoulders and then lifted his undershirt over his head. He caressed Heath’s shoulders and chest with the gentlest of touches. “We’re of one mind about what a beautiful man you are.”

  Heath looked up finally, pressing his lips together. “I don’t know what to say. It’s confusing talking to both of you.”

  James cupped his face in both hands. “Then we can stop talking and get in that bed.”

  Heath nodded as he toed his shoes off. He unbuckled his belt and was down to his boxers in no time. Then he sat and watched James undressing. Even as he admired James’s lean body, he wondered what Malcolm’s body had been like. It hardly mattered, yet he felt odd leaving Malcolm out. James seemed to have adjusted right away, and Heath wondered what it would be like to switch and have Malcolm inside him. The ghost had been in his head before as he masturbated, but he knew it had to be different.

  James took his glasses off and then focused his gaze on Heath. He knelt and pulled Heath’s boxers down once he was completely naked himself. James stroked Heath’s cock and then took half its length into his mouth. Just as before, everything about it was perfect. Every little lick and suck, and even the tempo, all of it was perfect. Heath moaned and ran his fingers down James’s cheek. James looked up at him, his eyes blazing with lust. He took Heath deeper, and Heath cried out.

  Soon, James began to tease him, taking him to the edge and then halting. He would pull back and simply stroke Heath. Then he pulled away from his cock altogether and pushed him into the middle of the bed. He straddled Heath and toyed with both of his nipples. Heath bit his lower lip as the hard nubs were pinched and flicked. He moaned loudly when James bent over and soothed both nipples with his mouth and his tongue in turn. Heath panted beneath James, his cock leaking and his groin aching with his need to come.

  James rained kisses over his face before backing up and kneeling between Heath’s legs. James stroked his own cock a moment before he pushed Heath’s legs to his chest. Heath took hold of them and spread himself, closing his eyes briefly as he thought about what this would mean for all of them. His channel clenched, and when he opened his eyes, he found James eyeing him with a smile on his face.

  “So beautiful,” he said, running one hand up Heath’s chest and then back down to his cock. He bypassed it and massaged Heath’s balls a few seconds before letting two fingers slide lightly over his pucker.

  “Lube is in the drawer,” Heath said.

  James got it out, but then he lay down on his stomach and ran his tongue over Heath’s pucker. He did this repeatedly until Heath groaned loudly.

  “You might make me come,” Heath whispered.

  James didn’t let up. He gave Heath the most thorough tongue fucking of his life. Heath doubted he’d need any lube at all, the way James had stretched him. James looked very pleased with himself when he got to his knees again. As he lubed his cock, he gazed down at Heath, his expression reminding Heath of Malcolm’s portrait.

  As James entered him, Heath began to tremble again. James leaned over him as he drove deeper, eventually reaching under Heath’s body so he held Heath in a tight embrace. Heath’s cock was trapped between their stomachs, and he sighed as he wrapped his legs around James.

  “I never knew anything could feel this good,” James said.

  They moved together fluidly, and Heath felt his chest clenching at the slow pace and tenderness of their lovemaking. He felt tears pricking his eyes, and he closed them, unbelievably embarrassed.

  “Look at us, please,” James said.

  Heath hesitated but felt he had no choice. James gazed at him so lovingly.

  “Malcolm wants to say something,” James said.

  Heath nodded and felt a tear slip down his cheek.

  James closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He thrust deeper as he opened his eyes.

  The words that came next were said in the softest of whispers. “Heath, I do love you. And I will always love you, even if this is our only time together.” He kissed Heath’s eyelids and wiped at his tears before kissing him again.

  Heath kissed him back as he came. James moaned into the kiss and fucked him much harder. Heath clung to him as everything fell away and blurred. James’s cry as he came was the only thing to break through. The kiss went on long after they’d both finished climaxing, and Heath flipped their positions so James was beneath him. He drew back and caressed James’s cheek.

  “That was amazing. Beautiful,” Heath whispered. “Both of you.” He brushed their lips together again, and the kiss took them.

  They cuddled close in the bed, wrapped up in each other. James tensed a bit, and then he said, “Malcolm is going, for now.”

  “Okay,” Heath said. After a few minutes, he inched back to look at James, “You okay?”

  James smiled at him. “I never imagined I’d share something so intimate with not one but two people. It was amazing. But I know it probably messed with your head.”

  “Yeah, it did, but I haven’t run away, have I?”

  James caressed Heath’s chest. “Nope. This beautiful body is still right here.” He paused. “Where it belongs.”

  Heath didn’t want to spoil what they’d just shared, but he also didn’t want James hurt somewhere down the road. “You think you’re confusing Malcolm’s feelings for your own?”

  James took a moment and said, “No. He’s in love. I’m not. But I feel like this was the first time I ever really made love to anyone. There haven’t been lots of guys, but there were enough. It was never like this. Just … enjoying touching and being touched.”

  “It was good. The best, honestly.” Heath relaxed against the pillows. “I’m exhausted, but tomorrow, can we have sex on our own? I want to feel the difference. I won’t just use you no matter how willing you are. I won’t give all my love to Malcolm and just use your body. I like you.”

  “Yeah, we can do whatever you want. But I think that the fact you care means it’s all fine. You aren’t using me. I sure as fuck don’t feel used. Sated, yes, but not used.” James kissed Heath deeply, caressing him and pulling him close. When they parted, he said, “Get some sleep so you can pound me into this mattress tomorrow.”

  Heath pulled James close, and the man was asleep in no time.

  When he felt sure James wouldn’t wake, Heath reached out with his mind. Malcolm?

  Yes?

  That was amazing.

  Malcolm chuckled. Yes, it was. There was a moment of silence. What are you feeling?

  Heath tried to calm his mind and focus. I want him to stay. I want both of you. For you to watch us make love. You inside him as he takes me. And you inside me as I thrust into him and caress his soft skin. I want to feel you close as we lay here together. I think I love you, but I think I could love him, too.

  Malcolm sighed. Then I already have what I want. He’s a sweet, kind man. A good man. He feels right. What shall we do to get him to stay with us?

  Heath stared at the ceiling and out loud whispered, “I don’t know.”

  I hurt us both by not being straightforward and honest. Open up to him. Tell him the truth.

  Everything went still, and Heath shifted to rest his cheek against the top of James’s head and then closed his eyes, feeling at peace and soon drifting off into a very sensual dream.


  Chapter Five

  Heath woke up alone, but he could hear James in the bathroom. He came into the room, still naked, a few minutes later. He set his cell phone down and took his glasses back off.

  “Good morning,” James said as he got back into bed.

  “Morning.” Heath pulled him close. “You sleep well?”

  “Yeah. Had a weird dream.”

  Heath had moved in and out of dreams of Malcolm and James, alternately dancing with and making love to each of them. He loved that they’d gone slower the night before. Dancing in James’s arms had really grounded him in what was happening somehow. “What did you dream?”

  James laughed as he rubbed his eyes. “Uh, it doesn’t really make sense, but I was looking for a tea kettle. And I was unbelievably upset that I couldn’t find it.” He laughed again. “I don’t even like tea.”

  Heath laughed, too. “Interesting.”

  James gestured to his phone. “And I had some texts back from my brother. He’ll be home tomorrow in the afternoon.” He paused and took a breath. “And just so you know, I told him you took me out to dinner. I also said I really like you and will probably go out with you again.”

  “But you didn’t tell him about any of the sex?”

  “Yeah. That cool? I want him to be prepared, but he doesn’t have to know about this yet.”

  “That’s fine. He react?”

  James nodded. “Yeah. He said you’re a good guy. Much better than my last two boyfriends, he pointed out with great ferocity.”

  “Then sounds like I have the seal of approval.” Heath pressed closer. “I’m glad.”

  They kissed slowly, and after a bit, Heath asked, “You hungry?”

  “I’ll survive until after you fuck me,” James said against his lips.

  Heath smiled and kissed him again. “Okay. Let me go to the bathroom real quick.” He scrambled out of bed and went to take a piss. As he washed his hands, he took a deep breath. The nervousness of the night before was gone, but he knew this encounter would be just as important as last night.

  Malcolm?

  Nearly thirty seconds passed before he answered. Yes?

  I’m gonna have sex with James. You can watch, but it needs to be just us. That okay?

  Heath felt a finger run down his spine, a warm presence at his back. Yes. I want you to find love with a living man more than anything. I’ll leave you alone.

  Thank you. Heath went back into his bedroom and slowly walked to the bed as he admired James. The other man was younger and leaner, and he felt so right in Heath’s arms. But what really struck Heath was the look in his eyes when he glanced up. They’d only gotten to know each other a little bit, yet he felt like James understood him.

  Heath drew the top sheet away and covered James’s body with his. They kissed for a while, caressing each other as their cocks responded and grew hard. Heath reached between them to fondle both shafts as he feathered kisses over James’s neck. When he felt how much James was leaking, Heath moved down. He kissed James’s hips and enjoyed watching the man arch and respond to him. He gazed up into James’s eyes when he took hold of the shaft and licked the head.

  Heath concentrated on sucking James, and he loved the way James sighed each time Heath took him deep. When he couldn’t wait any longer, Heath sat back on his heels and grabbed the lube. “Get on your hands and knees. Let me prep you.”

  James obeyed, turning his head to watch for a moment. Heath spread his cheeks and fingered him a moment, and then he put the lube down. He’d never been a big fan of rimming, but James had blown him away the night before, so he wanted to reciprocate. He leaned in and ran his tongue over James’s hole very softly. He spread James a bit wider to open him up and watched his hole clenching. He slid his tongue in just a bit to run it around the rim, and then he delved a bit deeper. Heath knew he wasn’t as good at this as James, but the man still cried out and reached down to stroke his cock, murmuring Heath’s name.

  Heath licked him one last time and then began to lube them both. His hand shook a bit as he lined himself up. He felt more resistance than he’d expected when he pushed in, but before long he was past the tight ring of muscle and working into James. James panted and became more vocal as they went on.

  “God, I love how thick you are,” James said when he finally managed actual words.

  “You’re so tight,” Heath said.

  “Don’t bottom that often.” He turned to look back. “But I’ll do it for you anytime.”

  Heath moaned and held to James’s hips, fucking him in longer strokes. He slowed when he came too close to the edge and withdrew. “Flip over. Want to see your face.”

  James did so hurriedly and spread himself, grabbing his knees and pulling them up to his chest. Heath kissed up his body and then took his mouth, not closing his eyes. James trembled, holding his gaze as they kissed. Heath got into position and lined himself up again. He entered James with more ease this time, and he tried to go slow.

  But he simply couldn’t. He took hold of James’s forearms and held them down as he began to fuck him with more force.

  “I can’t hold back,” he said, apologizing.

  James wrapped one leg around him and moved against him to take each thrust. “Never hold back. Love your cock.”

  Heath came first, and he reached down to pump James and bring him over, too. James’s cum burst forth just as Heath’s own climax was ending, and the sight and feel of it on his hand sent another tremor through his body. He pulled out and fell onto James, kissing him deeply and rubbing against him.

  Wordlessly, he led James to the shower and turned it on. He rubbed some of the cum into James’s skin as they waited for the water to heat up. They cleaned each other under the spray, still saying nothing. Once they were done, they just held each other, and Heath kissed James’s cheek repeatedly.

  “I want to continue this. Be your boyfriend.” James looked up. “And include Malcolm, if you think you want that.”

  Heath smiled and then chuckled. “Last night, after you fell asleep, I told him I want you to stay. I was scared we’d have to come up with a way to convince you.” He turned the water off.

  As they dried off, James looked around, as if he expected to actually see Malcolm. “Well, I’m not moving in, but I’m hooked. The drive’s a bit more than an hour, but we can do it. I can come on weekends. Or you could work from my place.” He paused. “Is Malcolm stuck here?”

  Heath nodded. “Yeah. He can’t leave the house.”

  James went to his bag and pulled some clothes out. “Then we’ll have to consider that as we move forward. You said you wouldn’t give him all your love and just use my body.” He pulled on a fresh pair of boxers. “That mean you think you love him already? Or just that you have feelings for him?”

  “I … do think I love him. The thought of leaving this house saddens me. Him being alone?” He shook his head and tossed his towel to the hamper. “The very idea bothers me. Hurts to think of it.”

  “Has he ever possessed you?”

  “Not completely. He’s spent lots of time in my head, but he’s never taken control.”

  James gave a slight smile. “It’s different. Surreal. I almost felt like I was making love with two people. Him being inside me … it’s very sensual. Comforting.”

  “Seems you really enjoyed it.”

  James nodded. “I did. I won’t deny it. And I could feel his love for you. His other emotions.” He closed his eyes and sighed. “I had no idea it was possible to feel that completely and utterly happy. When we were about to climax, and he said he loved you, I felt as if my heart might burst. His reaction to those few tears you shed…” He trailed off and shook his head.

  “Sounds like you care for him, too. Like you’ve bonded.”

  James licked his lips. “A little bit, definitely. I think you’re helping us bond. He already loves you, and you’re definitely sweeping me right off my feet.”

  Unable to think about getting dressed
, Heath crossed the room and captured James’s mouth in a deep kiss. When they broke apart, he said, “You thought this had epic love story written all over it? I’m starting to agree.” He smiled as he backed up. “If I wake up and it turns out I fell asleep reading two days ago, I’m gonna lose my shit.”

  James laughed and then pulled his jeans on. “I can see why you think this might be a dream, but I swear it’s not.”

  “Good.” Heath finally moved to get dressed and then grabbed his shoes. “I’m gonna go feed Snickerdoodle. You wanna come with?”

  “I’ll stay here and get breakfast going. Change the sheets, if you want.”

  Heath smiled as he tied his shoes. “We’ll just mess them up again, if you stay tonight.”

  “Oh yeah, I’m staying. I’ll have to go to my brother’s tomorrow, but next time, I’ll stay here. He’s not uptight about sex, but just so he doesn’t think I’m rushing.”

  Heath nodded. “That’s fine.”

  James went to the kitchen, and Heath grabbed Alan’s keys and headed over to his house. You take care of him, Malcolm.

  You can count on me, my love.

  Heath smiled and whispered, “I know I can.”

  Chapter Six

  Heath sat alone at his computer, grading as he waited for James to call. After spending two more days with his brother, James had gone home that morning. Malcolm had been quiet all day, and Heath hadn’t had much to say either. The house felt different as soon as James left, as if some of the life had gone out of it. Heath had enjoyed getting to know Alan a bit better. They’d grilled out the night he came home, and they’d watched some movies and hung out the next night. But once Alan had come back, Heath and James hadn’t been able to touch each other the way they wanted to. He’d kissed James good-bye, but not as deeply or as long as he’d wanted to. Alan seemed to approve, but Heath wished James could’ve shared his bed the entire time he was here.

  After answering a few student emails and sorting some files, Heath rubbed his eyes and stood up to stretch. “I may turn into a workaholic. Nothing else seems interesting now.”