Ghost

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It was like making love to a ghost. Satisfying, but in a distant way.

“Y’ know, y’ look beautiful, jus’ like one of them story book heroes. Sometimes I imagine wha’cha gunna look like in a few years, make m’ mouth water. Y’ll let y’ hair grow out a bit, all broad shoulders and blonde curls and baby blues eyes.” A soft breath across his ear that made him shiver. “Mm, I love y’ baby blues.”

He opened his eyes at that, didn’t try to see anything, just to let his lover see them. He smiled at the chuckle he heard, a soft touch of leather across his ear. “Y’know me too well, babe.”

He nodded and shifted, settling more comfortably on his back.

“Close y’r eyes. All the way.” He did as he was told. “Imagine, I’m sitting on your stomach, over that belt, holdin’ onto y’ with m’ knees.”

He did, he could feel that light weight across his body, the sharp bones that inevitably dug into his stomach, but he didn’t mind them, didn’t mind them at all.

“I love the way y’ colour when I’m turnin’ y’ on. That hot flush against y’r cheeks. Weird thinkin’ of y’ with pink cheeks, ‘cause everythin’ abou’cha in m’ mind is blue and greens. Except when y’ like this. Then y’ got those red cheeks.”

He groaned, wanted his lover to talk about something other than colours. The other laughed and took the hint.

“My hands press against your chest, under y’r shirt. Up, jus’ a little, y’r stomach’s hot to touch. M’ hands are always that little colder than y’ like, enough to make y’r skin tense.”

He followed the path, his own hands too warm but he could imagine the feel of cold fingers dragging over his skin in place of his own, reaching up to stroke.

“Further, ‘n’ I’ll jus’ flick, jus’ how y’r like. Jus’ the back o’ the nail, teasin’. Jus’ like y’r doin’ now. Then, I’ll pinch, hard.”

He did it, arched slightly as the not quite pain ran straight to his groin. Let out a shuddering breath.

“I’ll rock on y’r hips, just shuffle enough to make y’ whimper, press down on y’. Slide a hand down y’r side, rake nails ‘cross that too pale skin. Like that.”

He dragged his nails, short and broken off, until he hit his pants. Paused, then moved his hand across, pushing the palm down like his lover’s teasing thrusts against him.

“Mm, jus’ like that. Short. Sharp. Stop. I’ll shuffle back, dragging myself down you until I’m sittin’ over y’r thighs. Take off y’r shirt.”

He sat up enough to do so, dropping back into the soft pillows.

“I wanna lick you so bad, over y’r chest, down to y’r navel, bathe it, can y’ feel me, tracin’ my tongue over y’r skin?”

He moaned, he could, he could feel that slick tongue, teasing over him, darting over his navel, thrusting and then swiping, moving on.

“Lower, m’ fingers tugging, sliding down under y’r belt. Brushin’ over y’r skin, almost touchin’, almost...”

It was agony to obey, to slide his fingers into the belt of his pants, spread them to that he didn’t touch the pulsing head of his erection. He shivered, his hips twitched, his lover chuckled slightly. “Y’r so hot.”

Only this, his lover – even if it was just his voice – could get like this. Wanton. Writhing. Wanting.

“Y’ want it... want m’ fingers, m’ mouth, me, all over you.” That purr... the hoarse purr that made that made the otherwise familiar voice husky. The rasp of arousal. “Touch y’rself f’r me. Fingers tight, teasin’ over the head, ‘round, like that, down, give y’rself more, feel me slidin’ up against y’.”

He did, eyes tightly closed now, twisting as he pumped himself. He arched, toes curling in the sheets, pinching his chest hard as he stroked his engorged cock.

“Come f’r me, Jak.”

He choked, his muscles going tight as he came, heat covering his fingers. His breath caught in his throat as he pumped helplessly into his hand, trembling with release.

He sank bonelessly into the bed, still shivering. He opened his eyes, blinking as he saw his lover disappear into the bathroom, closing them before he came out again.

Wet cloth rubbed over his stomach, his groin, the blanket tugged up over his chest. He sighed as he felt a a small weight on his chest.

“Y’ ‘kay, Jak?”

He nodded, then opened his eye to look at Dax, questioning if he was all right.

“Yeah. Jus’ ‘cause I... I still like watchin’ y’. Despite stuff. Y’r sexy. An’ mine. Y’ still mine, Jak?”

He looked at Dax, worried eyes staring down at him. Smiled softly and leant up to kiss him gently, tucking a hand behind him to pull his lover down onto his chest.

“Yeah, ‘kay, sleep time.” Head on his breast bone. “Love y’ too, Jak.”

Jak softly carded his fingers through Daxter’s fur and didn’t miss having his lover’s naked body tangled with his own, heated, cooling, sweat damp hair tickling his chin and shoulders.

He could imagine it, even as he felt Daxter’s heartbeat, hammering against his chest. Could feel the memory of their sated bodies together.

Like a ghost.