“We give him a show.” I moved closer, close enough to feel Hunter's breath hitch. “If that's what you want.”
“God yes,” Hunter said, and crashed his mouth against mine.
The kiss started tentative, then Hunter whimpered against my lips and I lost it. I pushed him back against the couch, settling between his legs. He was already hard, cock straining against his jeans, hips rolling up seeking friction.
“Can you feel that?” Hunter gasped as I sucked a bruise into his throat.
I could. Kris's energy wrapping around us like pure lust, amplifying everything. My normal arousal cranked to eleven. Every place Hunter touched felt electric.
“Your ghost is basically supernatural poppers,” I managed between kisses, working Hunter's shirt up to reveal his chest. Soft stomach, dark chest hair, nipples already hard.
I leaned down and took one in my mouth, sucking hard while pinching the other. Hunter practically screamed, his cock jumping in his jeans.
“Fuck! That's—I've never been this sensitive—”
“It's him,” I explained, moving to the other nipple, biting down just hard enough to mark. “He's feeding his need into us.”
The laptop keyboard clattered:
SORRY NOT ON PURPOSE JUST SO TURNED ON WATCHING
“Don't apologize,” Hunter panted, pulling me back up for another filthy kiss. “It's incredible.”
I pulled back to look at him, wrecked already just from making out. “You sure about this? Both of us?”
“Please,” Hunter said. “I need this. Need you. Both of you.”
I was leaning in for another kiss when something shifted in my peripheral vision.
“Holy fuck,” Hunter whispered.
For just a second, I could see him. Kris. Young, maybe twenty-four when he died. Blond with those ridiculous frosted tips that screamed early 2000s. Pretty face twisted with desperate longing. Watching us with eyes that held decades of lonely want.
Then he flickered out.
“Did you see—” Hunter started.
“Yeah.” My professional brain was fascinated even as my cock throbbed. “He's pulling power from our arousal. The hornier we get, the more solid he becomes.”
WANT TO TOUCH WANT TO BE TOUCHED TWENTY YEARS OF NOTHING
“Can you?” I asked. “Touch Hunter?”
The air beside Hunter shimmered. Almost a hand shape, reaching out.
“Oh!” Hunter jumped. “Cold. But I felt it. I felt you.”
HUNTER - This time the voice was audible, barely a whisper.
“Kris?” Hunter's eyes went wide.
MISSED YOU SO MUCH
“Why didn't you talk to me before?” Hunter asked.
TRIED SO HARD NEEDED CONNECTION NEEDED YOU TO KNOW I WAS HERE
The partial manifestation solidified slightly. I could make out more features—young, pretty, devoted.
