Chapter Eighteen
BLAINE waved as Jason pulled up with Flynn in the passenger seat. Flynn was enjoying his part-time job at Jason’s company, running numbers and doing statistics for upper management. Blaine thought it sounded like hell, but money was money, and they didn’t need help at the farm stand from Halloween through the spring.
Harvest goofiness was in full swing at the farm—a huge corn maze out back while apple cider, pumpkins, and tons of different local candies filled the little store. Soon they’d have to switch to Christmas and even shorter hours, and Blaine’d be in the barns with Dad more often than not, shoring things up and doing maintenance on the tractors.
It was weird how life went on outside of ghosts.
They’d taken everything they had (and didn’t have) on the Eugene Thurston Memorial Hospital and turned it into a forty-minute video, using the story of Christian and David as the show’s anchor, and sent it to Jason’s producer friend/acquaintance. Now they were in wait-and-see mode.
Flynn popped out of the car and came over to give Blaine a quick, easy kiss. “Hey, babe.”
“Hey, love. How was work?” He waved to Jason. “You coming in?”
“Can’t! Have a meeting. I’ll call later.”
Flynn waved Jason off, and they watched as he turned the car around and headed back toward the city.
“Work was great. How about here?” Flynn asked as they headed inside.
“Been slow, but that’s par for the course. The weather’s beautiful, and tomorrow it’ll be busy with the corn maze and all. Apple cider?”
“Yes, please. Especially if there’s apple fritters or something to have with it. And I’m not working tomorrow. Can I help with the corn maze? It sounds like fun.” Flynn ran his hand through his hair, the loose curls needing a cut.
“There’s some muffins left. The fritters go fast, but we’ll have some in the morning, and yes, please. That would be amazing—the extra hand and the company.”
“Cool.” Flynn stopped him before he got to the kitchen, turning him so they could kiss. It was nice and easy, almost lazy. There was a promise of passion in it, though, need that had been banked all day long.
They had discovered that their lives meshed easily. Even Mom and Dad adored Flynn. Hell, they loved having tech support on call.
It was good that the passion had continued even when the spectral weirdnesses had disappeared. Their connection hadn’t been only because of the ghosts or the fact that both their birthdays had been the same day Christian and David died. Thank God. That would have totally sucked.
“You’re thinking hard, honey,” Flynn murmured, and Blaine flushed, cheeks going hot.
One of Flynn’s eyebrows went up. “Now I’m really curious.”
“Just thinking about how good it is. You and me, I mean.”
“Oh.” Flynn grinned and wrapped his arms around Blaine’s waist, rubbing their middles together. “Yeah, it is, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. Totally. I worried, you know, about the whole ghost thing.”
“You were worried that’s the only reason I was into you?” Flynn asked, hands sliding down to cup Blaine’s ass and pull his groin in tighter against Flynn’s.
“A little at first.” Oh. Oh, that felt nice.
Flynn kissed him again, tongue lingering in his mouth before he pulled back. “And now?”
“Now I don’t care why we got together. I love you.”
“Oh, that was the right answer.” Flynn kissed him again, harder this time. Then he rested their foreheads together.
“You wanna go home so I can show you just how much I love you too?”
“Help me close up and we can get there faster.”
“Just tell me what veggies and fruit I can toss around and I’ll be double-time quick.”
“Mostly it’s just putting the cider away and closing up.”
“I know how to put the cider away.” Flynn got to work, and if Blaine wasn’t mistaken, there was a little extra wiggle to his walk.
“Can you pour us both some to take home?” He closed the windows and gathered the deposit.
“Sure.” Flynn grabbed a couple of large mason jars and filled them with cider before continuing to put things away.
Together they managed, no sweat, and soon they were riding the four-wheeler up toward the farm. Flynn was snugged up behind Blaine, cock pressing hard against his ass as Flynn held on tight, arms wrapped around him.
“You’re having a good day, love!”
Flynn’s bright laughter carried to him, and Flynn squeezed him tighter. “I am now.”
So amazing—the crisp, cool air, the scent of the apples and cider on the air, the pressure of Flynn behind him. Blaine almost did a lap around the farm to keep on enjoying it, but he wanted to get home even more, the promise in Flynn’s hard cock too inviting to resist.
They parked the four-wheeler in the garage, then headed inside, arm in arm, Flynn carrying the basket with the jars of cider in it. Flynn set it down on the coffee table and waggled his eyebrows. “Come upstairs. I want you like whoa.”
“I’m totally into whoa, Flynn.”
Flynn laughed again, grabbed his hand, and tugged him upstairs. “Man, I laugh more with you than I ever have in my life.”
“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” Blaine figured it had to be. “You, me, the guys—it’s all good.”
“It’s amazing.” Flynn kissed him once they’d made it to the top of the stairs. “But I’ve got to tell you, I’m not talking about the guys right now. Just you and me.”
“Just you and me, huh? I like that, being us.”
“I do too.” Flynn grabbed his shirt and tugged him into the bedroom. Then Flynn took Blaine’s shirt off him, hands sliding on his chest. “I like it a lot.”
“I like you.” Blaine worked Flynn’s belt open, popped his fly.
Flynn laughed once more, trying to suck in his belly at the same time, which totally didn’t work and started him laughing even harder. “Me too. You, I mean. I like.”
“You and me likey-likey,” Blaine teased, then cracked up.
“Good thing we don’t need to talk to make love,” Flynn noted when he’d finally stopped cackling. He tugged at Blaine’s jeans, doing a better job of getting them undone and off than Blaine had done with Flynn’s. “Or we’d be in trouble.”
“We managed to do this possessed and hurt and….” Blaine moaned as his fingers brushed the tip of Flynn’s cock.
Flynn gasped softly, bucking toward him. “No talk of the other guys. No ghosts or possession talk either. Not when you’ve got your hand on my cock.”
“I love how you feel in my hand. Have I said?” He stroked, base to tip.
“N-no, I can’t say as you h-have.” Flynn whimpered softly.
“I love touching you, getting you off.”
“I love it when you do that too.”
He kept rubbing, petting Flynn, making his lover need.
“Babe…,” Flynn groaned and pushed closer to him. “Don’t stop, ’kay?”
“I promise. I promise you. I won’t stop.”
“Good.” Flynn hauled him in for another kiss, hands curling against Blaine’s skin. The kisses made Blaine’s eyes roll, made his balls draw up until they ached.
Flynn grabbed hold of his ass, and Blaine swore he could feel each digit as they squeezed him.
He moaned into their kiss, his fingers dragging over Flynn’s delicate skin. Flynn’s fingers tightened, and Blaine pushed into another delicious kiss. Flynn began to hump up into his touch, drive into his closed fist.
Panting moans filled his mouth, Flynn riding his hand faster, liquid heat easing the way. Flynn’s fingers dug into his ass, tighter and tighter as he worked Flynn’s cock.
“Tell me you’ll make love to me, Flynn.”
“Uh-huh. Yes. Gonna do it.” Flynn pulled him closer, panting hard.
“Good.” Okay, he was having a ball. “I want it. I want you, good and hard.”
Flynn whimpered, cock getting even more rigid in Blaine’s hand. He swooped down and wrapped his lips around Flynn’s cockhead.
“Blaine!” Flynn shouted it loudly.
Yeah. Yeah, he felt like a stud.
Flynn sawed his hips, gently pushing his cock deeper into Blaine’s mouth, and Blaine opened up, taking more, taking inch after inch. Flynn’s noises got louder and louder as his orgasm got close. Blaine grabbed Flynn’s hips and dragged them tighter together.
Blaine regretted it for a second, but only for a second, when Flynn cried out again and spunk poured down Blaine’s throat, hot and salty. Flynn would get it back up—if not now, then after supper.
He kept sucking, cleaning Flynn gently as his lover panted, petting Blaine’s head clumsily.
Blaine let his eyes close, let himself just float, head bobbing.
“Oh God. Keeping me hard.”
That was sort of the point, wasn’t it?
“Come on, babe. Bed. I want you.”
He let Flynn’s cock slip from his lips, kissing its tip on the way out. Flynn whimpered for him, a shiver working its way through the lovely body.
“Pretty man.” Blaine knew he was being goofy, but he was a dude in love, and he felt like a million bucks.
“Not as pretty as you.” Flynn stroked his cheek, then took a step backward. “Come on. We need to get horizontal.”
“Uh-huh.”
He stood there watching Flynn, who pulled the covers back and crooked his finger.
“Mmm.” Flynn grabbed hold of him and tugged him down onto the bed so he was covering Flynn’s warm body. Blaine tumbled hard, getting the wind knocked out of him.
Flynn wrapped around him, laughing as they kissed again. Blaine’s cock bumped against Flynn’s belly, nudging the warm skin. Flynn’s laughter faded into a moan, his strong body bucking beneath Blaine.
“Touch me. Fuck me, huh? Please?”
“Yes.” Flynn reached for the lube off the side table, running his free hand along Blaine’s spine. He spread, straddling Flynn’s thighs.
Humming, Flynn moved his fingers along Blaine’s crack to tease the wrinkled little hole. They were hot, the touch just right.
“Want me to ride you?” Blaine asked, taking a kiss between each word.
“Oh….” Flynn’s eyes crossed. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“’Kay. Get me ready for you.”
“Yeah.” Flynn splurted lube onto his fingers, then reached around Blaine again, fingers slick this time as they ran along his crack and then his hole. Blaine leaned down, ass up in the air, wiggling a little.
“Eager bunny,” Flynn murmured, still sliding his fingers back and forth.
“I want you. It’s like an ache.”
“Let me kiss it better.” Flynn pushed a finger into him, breaching his body.
“Oh….” He arched and took it, hips rolling.
Flynn groaned and pushed his finger deeper. God, Flynn made him a little dizzy, made him more than a little breathless.
Flynn fucked him for a few moments with just the one finger; then he pushed a second finger in with it.
“Mm. More, lover. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” Flynn pressed his fingers deep, and they glanced off Blaine’s gland, lighting him up from the inside.
He climbed the headboard, driving himself down onto Flynn’s fingers over and over. At some point, Flynn added another finger, working him with three, stretching him good and wide.
Blaine’s eyelids fluttered, his heart hiccupping. Good. Good. God.
Flynn yanked his fingers away. “I need to be in you now, babe. Please. Get me a condom.”
“Uh-huh.” He leaned over and snagged one, tore off the cover, and rolled it over Flynn’s cock.
Flynn opened and closed his hands, panting harshly. Blaine loved this—the way Flynn responded and wanted him.
“Come on, babe. Straddle my legs and take me in.” Flynn reached for him and made grabby hands.
“Uh-huh.” Blaine knelt up and then rubbed the tip of Flynn’s cock against his hole, teasing them both.
Flynn’s immediate groan made him feel a hundred feet tall. He bore down, taking Flynn in deep, one inch at a time.
“Blaine. Oh damn. So tight. Love it when you ride me.”
It was all he could do to nod, moan, and agree. The pressure inside him was too big for anything else.
Flynn found his asscheeks again, fingers digging in and beginning to drive him up and down. They moved together, sweat popping up on Flynn’s skin, making it shine. Blaine braced himself on Flynn’s chest, his rhythm strong and steady as he bounced on Flynn’s cock.
Flynn watched him, gaze running over his whole body, eyes alight.
“H-hey. Hey. Harder.”
Flynn’s knees came up behind him, and he knew Flynn was digging his heels into the mattress. A moment later, Flynn fucked up into him, hard.
“Jesus!” He sat up, rocking fast, his cock dripping on Flynn’s belly.
Like those drops called to Flynn, he wrapped a hand around Blaine’s cock. Every time Flynn thrust, it sent Blaine’s cock through the tunnel of his hand. Blaine’s toes curled hard, his entire body responding to the touch.
“So hot, babe.” Flynn squeezed Blaine’s cock tighter and began to drag his hand along its smooth length.
“Uhn.” That had to count as a response, right? It was all Blaine had.
Flynn brought him down for another kiss, changing the angle of Flynn’s cock inside him. Not deep enough, but a different sensation, which was welcome. He tightened his internal muscles around Flynn’s prick, working it madly for a second.
“Fuck! Oh God!” Flynn jacked him base to tip, working him hard and making him gasp, drawing his need up to the very edge.
“Come on, come on,” muttered Flynn, hips pushing up hard and fast, each word accompanied by a panting gasp.
“Come….” Blaine was going to. He was so close.
“Uh-huh.” Flynn got a good pump in, the tip of his cock banging up against Blaine’s gland pretty hard, sending lightning shooting through him, and he spurted, spraying heat over Flynn’s hard belly.
Blaine’s ass squeezed down on Flynn’s cock again, making his lover cry out and buck a few more times. Then he leaned forward, resting on Flynn’s chest.
Flynn ran his fingers along Blaine’s spine again, all the way down to where they were still connected.
“Oh.” He blinked slowly and squeezed Flynn’s cock.
Flynn shivered, then sighed. “I should come out. I love how you feel around me, though.”
“Love you too.”
Flynn smiled and nodded. “Yes. Love you.” With another soft sigh, Flynn pulled out, and Blaine shifted off him so he could deal with the condom. Then they settled together close.
“You think we could talk about going exclusive, Flynn? Barebacking, maybe?”
“Oh wow. I’ve never done that with anyone. As for exclusive—you’re the only one for me, babe. I mean, forever.”
“Forever, huh? You… you mean it?” Blaine had never thought in terms of always, not about anything.
“I do. I can feel it every time I look at you. Or think about you. Or talk to you.”
Blaine didn’t have the right words, so he just held on, squeezing Flynn tight. Flynn moaned for him, nuzzling.
Then the doorbell rang, and Flynn groaned.
“No way….” They were very busy being naked.
The banging started next. “I know you’re in there, guys! Come on and let me in before I break down the door,” Jason shouted.
“Hold on to your nuts!” Blaine called back. “Just a second!”
“Damn. I thought he had something to do?” Flynn grumbled, then took a kiss, pressing their mouths together and going for it.
Jason could wait a second more.
Their lips parted slowly, and Flynn smiled at him “Love you, Blaine.”
“I love you. Like permanent, forever, long-term-partner kind of love.”
Flynn’s smile grew brilliant.
“Guys!” The banging started again.
“Jesus Christ! I’m coming!” Asshole.
Blaine grabbed his pants and tugged them on, stumbling shirtless down the stairs.
He hadn’t reached the door yet when Flynn caught up with him and tossed him a T-shirt. “Can’t have anyone ogling my man.”
“Thanks, babe.”
“You two quit canoodling!”
“Canoodling?” Flynn cracked right up.
“I swear to God I’m going to kick this door down.”
That only made Flynn laugh harder.
“What’s with the standing out here banging on the door?” Will’s voice chimed in.
What the heck was going on?
“They won’t let me in!”
A stronger pounding started. “Let us in.”
Now it was Jase who was cackling. “Let us in by our chinnie-chin-chins.”
Darnell’s voice finished it. “Or we’ll huff and we’ll puff and blow your house down.”
“Christ. You guys better have brought pizza!” Blaine unlocked the door.
All three of them tumbled in, Jase with a bag, Will with a two-four, and Darnell with three boxes of pizza. Oh good.
Flynn led the way to the living room. “I thought you were busy tonight, Jase?”
Jason shook his head. “I mean, yes, I was, but I’m done with that meeting, and that’s why I wanted everyone here.”
“Yeah, he wouldn’t tell us a thing,” Darnell noted. “Kept saying when we got here. Well, now we’re all here, man. What’s up?”
“Sit. Everyone. Sit.”
They all sat, grumbling and elbowing each other as all four of them crammed themselves onto the couch facing Jason.
Jase regarded them, smiling. But he didn’t say anything.
“Don’t make me hurt you,” growled Will.
Chuckling, Jase opened the bag he had carried in and pulled out a bottle of champagne. “You guys have glasses?”
“Tell us, already,” Flynn insisted. “You interrupted a great moment, and I want to know why.”
“I was speaking to Bob Cheering, the television producer I told you about.”
“The one you sent the Eugene Thurston Memorial Hospital tape to,” Flynn specified.
“That’s the one.”
“And?”
Jase just grinned and popped the cork on the champagne.
Blaine looked at his best friend, his heart crawling up in his throat. “No shit, man? They picked us up?”
Jase nodded, laughing as Flynn fist pumped the air and Will jumped up to grab Jase around the waist and lift him right off the ground, almost spilling the champagne. Darnell whooped, the sound incredibly loud.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Guys! We did it!” Blaine leaned over to Flynn and kissed him hard. “We did it!”
Flynn grabbed his head and kissed him back. Long and hard. Long enough the guys started catcalling and shouting out “Get a room.”
Laughing, Flynn let him go. “We did it.”
“We did.”
“Glasses,” Jase said. “Come on, Blaine, man. Glasses.”
Flynn goosed him as he got up, all happy smiles and a wicked twinkle in his eyes.
Blaine hurried to the kitchen and grabbed five glasses. They weren’t champagne flutes, but it didn’t matter. They didn’t have champagne lives.
The guys were all laughing and cheering when he got back, the air electric with excitement.
He held the glasses, Jase poured, and then they all stood and held up their drinks.
“We did it.” Will was all grins.
Darnell just hooted again, holding his glass high.
“Way to go, everyone,” Flynn said, looking them each in the eye.
“To us! To the Supernatural Explorers! Five gay ghost hunters!”
They all clinked glasses and drank the champagne down. Flynn looked over at Blaine, a light shining in his eyes.
They’d done it. It had taken all of them, but they’d done it.
“So what exactly does this mean?” Flynn asked.
“It means they want a dozen more shows. It means enough money to make those shows. It means we’re going to premiere in June for the summer season.”
Blaine sat, still holding Flynn’s hand. He needed to tell his folks.
“Oh my God! That’s amazing. A dozen shows? With the money up front to make them? That’s amazing,” Flynn said again.
“We’ll have to be frugal, but yeah. Yeah. All we have to do is make our shows.” Jason looked over, eyes twinkling. “And if you could arrange another possession, Blaine, that would totally rock.”
“No way!” Flynn shook his head. “Not happening. Not even pretend.”
“Are you sure, man? They loved that in the previews….”
“You all willing to take your turns?” Flynn asked.
Oh, nice one. Blaine snorted, knowing full well that the guys considered him the front man.
“Right. He’s the face of the outfit. They love your look, by the way. Love your story.” Jase nodded, grinning like a fool. “They want us to focus on LGBT stories, spirits.”
“Rock on. That’s great. It means we’ll get to be ourselves. And of course they love Blaine’s look. What’s not to love?” Flynn touched his cheek, eyes warm.
“God help us and save us from newlyweds.” Darnell poured himself a second glass of champagne and drained it. “Ahh. Now let’s eat.”
“I hope you got all our favorites,” Flynn said, beginning to open the various pizza boxes. “Oh, green olive and sausage. You rock.”
They all settled with their slices and their beers—champagne was all well and good, but pizza needed beer. Flynn leaned against Blaine, right where he belonged.
They were doing it. Them. All together.
Blaine looked up and saw a woman standing behind Flynn, smiling, her eyes the same as her son’s.
Yeah. Yeah, okay. They were totally doing this.