Ghost of You and Me

Ghost of Me and You

What am I supposed to do
With all these blues
Haunting me everywhere
No matter what I do
Watching the candle flicker out
In the evening glow I can't let go
When will the night be over
I didn't mean to fall in love with you
And baby there's a name
For what you put me through
It isn't love, it's robbery
I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me
Seen a lot of broken hearts
Go sailing by Phantom ships lost at sea
And one of them is mine
Raising my glass I sing a toast to the midnight sky
I wonder why
The stars don't seem to guide me
I didn't mean to fall in love with you
And baby there's a name
For what you put me through
It isn't love, it's robbery I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me
The ghost of you and me
When will it set me free
I hear the voices call
Following footsteps down the hall
Trying to save what's left
Of my heart and soul
Watching the candle flicker out In the evening glow
I can't let go
When will the night be over
I didn't mean to fall in love with you
And baby there's a name
For what you put me through It isn't love, it's robbery
I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me

^ ^ ^ ^ He poured the glass of wine and set the empty bottle to the side. The wind howled outside his bedroom window -- the impending storm making it’s presence known. Raising the goblet to his lips, he sipped the bitter drink. His hands shivered from the chill in the air -- the warmth of the alcohol failing to chase the cold away. JC stood from his window-seat and walked out of the bedroom. The bedroom they had shared not so long ago. He was haunted by the memories. The kisses, the soft words whispered in passion, the low moans of lust and pleasure. They surrounded him here. Yet he couldn’t make himself leave. The first break in almost two months and he was right back where it all started.

*Flashback*

He caught his gaze from across the room. Intense -- like he could see right into his thoughts. Lance returned the smile and shifted in his seat, trying to concentrate on the meeting. But he could still feel his eyes on him. The heat from those deep blue orbs made him flush. The end of the meeting was called and Lance rushed out of the room -- in urgent need of fresh air. How could just a single look ignite such a rush of emotions? With just a glance, he had made Lance want to jump over the table, slam him up against the wall and take him right there in front of everyone. Lance couldn’t afford to be so careless. Too many people stood to get hurt if anyone found out about their relationship.

^ ^ ^ ^ Lance unlocked the door and walked in the empty house. Not needing to bother flipping on the lights, he threw his keys on the table and climbed the stairs leading to the bedroom. He ripped his shirt off and discarded it in the floor. He stretched his tired arms. Newly defined muscles rippled across his abdomen and back. He walked into the bathroom and turned the knobs to the shower, letting the steam fill the room. Leaning up against the sink, Lance ran his hands over his worn face. The grueling rehearsal schedule was taking its toll. But most of the weariness was the cause of longing. The aching feelings he’d been trying so hard to deny he was harboring.

His muscles screamed as the almost boiling water pounded out of the sprayer. Lance leaned his head back, letting the water run over his face.

“Need some help?” Lance jumped out of his sleepy daze.

“What are you doing here?”

Justin grinned lazily. “Relax. He’s still at the studio. You know how he is. We’ve got plenty of time.”

He knew it was wrong. He knew he should tell him to leave. But when he felt the lips on his neck, all reasoning was washed down the drain. Lance leaned back into him, shivering as Justin sucked his earlobe through his teeth, nibbling slightly.

“You like that huh?” Justin released the lobe and traveled down his neck, leaving wet kisses across his broad shoulders. His hand reached around to stroke Lance’s abdomen -- his thumb tracing the small trail of fine hair. He licked his way down the curve of his spine, bending at the knees so he was eye-level with Lance’s round, full ass. Justin reached his hands between Lance’s legs to cup his balls.

Gently he kneaded them -- causing Lance let go of a string of obscenities. Lance braced his hands on the walls of the shower -- his knees trembling. His cock jerked with excitement in response to Justin’s soft hands wrapping around its base.

Slowly, Justin stroke up to the tip and slid back down -- all the while gently squeezing his balls. He could feel his release building up in him. His breathing short and erratic -- his eyes shut tight with sensation.

Then his hands were gone.

Lance’s eyes popped open at the sudden loss of touch. He looked over his shoulder to see Justin grinning at him. Justin placed a hand on his back and slightly pushed him forward. He ran his hands down over his back and then spread his cheeks. Justin looked Lance in the eyes as he slowly sucked his middle finger in his mouth and then slid it inside him.

Lance jerked from the intrusion -- uncomfortable from the new sensation but Justin persisted, sliding in a bit more. He ran a soothing hand over Lance’s back and felt him begin to relax. Sliding his finger in and out, he built up a steady rhythm. Adding one finger and then another till he thought he was ready.

Justin placed the tip of his cock against Lance and steadily pushed his way in -- waiting a few seconds to keep from losing himself too soon. His loose hips began to move back and forth in trained movements. Justin shut his eyes tight as pleasure surged through him.

So tight.

He reached a hand around and began to jack Lance off in rhythm to his thrusting.

Lance’s vision was blurred, water poured from the spout covering his face. His arms grew weak as he tried in vain to hold himself away from the shower wall. Justin rubbed his thumb over the tip of his dick and pushed Lance over the edge. Spurt after spurt of cum shot out -- falling in the running water to be washed down the drain. Justin grabbed his hips and slammed Lance’s weak body back against him. Losing himself in his carnal bliss. He leaned forward and rested his cheek against Lance’s back -- the water, now cool, spraying off their sweat dripping bodies.

^ ^ ^ ^ JC sat in the dark car and watched through the rain-covered windshield as Justin backed out of the driveway. His heart weighed heavily in his chest and the lump in his throat made breathing an obstacle. The possibility of what was going on was hard enough to digest. Knowing the truth was ripping him apart. His stomach was raw almost as though he had swallowed a box of razors. His eyes burned from the tears and his lips quivered in pain. Rage and sadness fought a war inside him to see who would overcome. Trembling fingers reached out and started the car. The wipers sprung to life. He flipped his headlights on so Lance would see them as he pulled into the drive.

Quietly, he climbed the stairs. His legs, filled with lead, could barely carry him. JC stood outside the door to their bedroom. He could smell the sex in the air. He wiped away the last of the tears before opening the door. Lance pulled the covers tighter around him as he rolled on his side. He heard JC’s deep breaths and his heart sank.

The bed shifted under his weight as JC sat down on his side of the bed. His shoulders hunched over, he clasped his hands in his lap to keep them from shaking.

“I want you to leave.”

Thunder rolled outside and the window glowed for a split second as lightening struck. Lance swallowed hard-- his eyes welling up. In silence, he climbed out of bed and retrieved his discarded shirt and jeans. He grabbed his overnight bag from the closet and with numb fingers began to throw in whatever was in reach. His head was pounding -- pulsing behind his eyes. Not able to fit another article, he zipped the bag and finally turned to see JC. Their eyes met for the first time. Both glassy, both remorseful, both full with pain.

“I never wanted to hurt you.” Lance waited for some sort of acknowledgment in his gaze but only the hurt, lost look peered at him. JC stood and walked to the bay window and curled up on the ledge. He leaned his warm face against the cool pane of glass. His body began to shake as the tears broke through, flooding his flushed cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say before turning and walking silently out the door.

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