“Jesus,” Hunter breathed. “How would you even know that?”
I WATCH YOU I KNOW WHAT YOU NEED WHAT YOU WANT SAW YOU FINGERING YOURSELF IN SHOWER TONIGHT WISHING FOR MORE
Hunter's face flushed, and my cock twitched.
ALWAYS WATCH WHEN YOU JERK OFF YOURE BEAUTIFUL WHEN YOU CUM THE WAY YOUR BACK ARCHES THE SOUNDS YOU MAKE
The air felt charged now. I could sense the ghost's energy shifting from defensive to pure need.
My professional detachment was completely fucked. This was the hottest haunting I'd ever encountered.
“What's your name?” I asked, trying to regain some control.
KRIS WITH A K
“Hi Kris. I'm Eli. I'm not here to hurt Hunter.” I paused, then decided on honesty. “Actually, I came here hoping to fuck himsenseless. But I'm a medium, so I can help you two communicate first.”
I KNOW I WATCHED YOU AT COFFEE SHOP YOU TIP WELL YOU STARE AT HIS ASS
Guilty as charged. “Kris, you've been cockblocking Hunter for three years. That stops tonight.”
NO PLS DONT MAKE ME LEAVE HES ALL I HAVE
“Nobody's making you leave,” Hunter said quickly, his hand finding mine on the couch. “Right, Eli?”
“Right. But you need to let Hunter get laid. I've dealt with attachment hauntings before, Kris. The ones who try to keep their person isolated? They always go bad. The spirit gets bitter, the living person gets depressed. It's a shitshow.”
The energy rippled, fear and understanding mixing.
“But the ones that work?” I continued. “Where the spirit and the living find balance? Those are beautiful. The ghost stays connected through their person's happiness, not their misery. That could be you and Hunter, if you're willing to share.”
WITH YOU?
“That was the plan,” I admitted, my cock twitching at the thought. “But maybe with all three of us.”
The lights went out. In the darkness, the laptop screen glowed:
I WANT TO WATCH
Hunter choked. “What?”
ALWAYS WATCH WHEN HUNTER JERKS OFF WHEN HE FUCKS HIS FINGERS WHEN HE MOANS EVERY TIME YOURE PERFECT THE WAY YOU BEG THE WAY YOUR HOLE CLENCHES WISHING IT WAS COCK
I'd facilitated communication with hundreds of spirits. Helped them find peace, move on. But I'd never helped a ghost negotiate a threesome.
This was definitely not in the manual.
“Kris,” I said carefully, my arousal spiking, “are you saying you want to watch Hunter and me together?”
YES PLS YES WANT TO SEE HIM GET WHAT HE NEEDS WANT TO SEE HIM FUCKED RIGHT BEEN WAITING SO LONG
Hunter's hand tightened on mine. “Is that weird? That I'm kind of into this?”
“On the weird scale?” I squeezed his fingers. “This barely registers. I once helped a spirit communicate through interpretive dance. A ghost who wants to watch his crush get railed? That's actually pretty straightforward. And hot as fuck.”
The lights came back on, dimmed to mood lighting that was definitely intentional, and the air warmed, anticipation palpable. Not just Kris's anymore, but all three of us, feeding off each other.
Hunter looked at me then, pupils blown wide, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “So what do we do?”
