(25th installment)
warning...adult content
Maxy wanted to hear Ghost sing all his songs from the tape, but Ghost refused. That was over and done with, he said. Feeling a little disappointed, Maxy, nevertheless, showed Ghost their set list, mostly covers of 80's rock bands, and a few tries at originals. This was a different genre than Ghost was used to, his and Steve's sound more of a laid back, southern rock, and of course all of Ghost's original songs. But, Ghost had heard most of these songs that Maxy was including, and he had no trouble making them his own, adding a few different words, and asking Maxy to slow down the tempo, or speed it up.
The practice went well, and they were scheduled to play the next night. Maxy invited Ghost to his small bungalow, and so they took off, waving to the girl as they left. At the house that Maxy rented, they had a few beers, and talked for hours. It was a little awkward for Ghost, though. He was trying to figure out this person he'd just met. He was good looking in a goth sort of way, but he got the feeling it was mostly an act. The long, straight, black hair, the black clothes he wore, and the stage makeup he wore, that Ghost had seen in a poster at the coffee place, looked fake.
He could also see into Maxy's mind and heart. He was uncomfortable doing this, but images and thoughts kept coming...not all of them matching up with his words. He seemed all good time party boy on the outside, but looking deeper, it seemed to Ghost, that Maxy was a calculating, serious schemer; someone who had everything planned out, and would go to great lengths to see that his ideas and plans would happen. Not evil, just determined to get his way, no matter what. Ghost's inner radar sent up red flags...but, he thought he could handle whatever came about...after all, he had his early warning system.
But, he misjudged Maxy's obsessive determination to make Ghost fall in love with him. Maxy was fascinated and intrigued by the pale, blond boy that he was now sharing his house with. He'd never seen anyone like Ghost before.
Yeah, the goth kids here in L. A. painted their faces pale, and the surfer crowd had lots of blondes, but they all were tanned underneath the posing...even himself. This southern boy was a natural. He had something about him that seemed to glow, seemed very ethereal. He was drawn to his very being by something invisible, and of course his voice...his voice...he could drown in it. He wanted him. He wanted him the second he saw him. He wanted him in every way possible...and he would have him, he vowed. But, he had to go easy, and not frighten Ghost away. He was a nervous, magical being, and might disappear into the ether, just as he'd appeared. So, Maxy and Ghost began their singing partnership, and slowly began their love affair.
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Maxy and Ghost were an instant hit with the coffee shop crowd, and eventually played other venues around L. A. They both enjoyed it. Ghost wrote new songs and sang old 80's ones, and his voice drew everyone in. His past life with Steve was put way back in his memories, for awhile at least, and Maxy helped him forget his pain of that time. He showered Ghost with attention...praising him, adoring him, giving him gifts, and showing him love the best he knew how...to keep Ghost near, and to keep Ghost his...forever.
Ghost put away the voices in his head, for awhile. He needed to be loved...that's all he'd ever, ever needed. It had not come easily in his life so far, but he hoped this time it was for real. At first it was...on both sides. Their first time was on a dark, stormy night, not long after they met. . They were scheduled to play an outdoor set, but it got cancelled because of the storm.
They'd had to make a run for it, carrying guitars and microphones, and anything else they could carry, through pouring rain and crashing lightning. They were completely soaked by the time they unloaded the car at the house. Slipping, and giggling, and falling over each other in the hurry to get inside, something just clicked between them. A storm of a different kind was taking over them. They lay on the floor where they'd fallen, catching their breath, tangled limbs, wet strands of blond and black hair co-mingling in a jumble, as they lay close together in their heap of equipment.
Maxy turned his head toward Ghost, reached up with a damp hand, pulling Ghost's face to his. He tentatively kissed Ghost's raindrop spattered lips...and Ghost kissed him back.
"Oh, Ghost, I've wanted to do this forever," Maxy sighed.
Ghost nodded and whispered, "I think I've wanted you to do this forever."
They made their way to Maxy's bedroom, stripping off their wet clothes, if not quite all of their inhibitions. They lay among the blankets, and tentatively stroked and caressed each other. As their breathing became faster, their kisses warmer and deeper, Ghost moaned deep in his throat at the pleasure Maxy was giving him. Maxy's heart swelled with love for this magical creature called Ghost, this not quite innocent being with light surrounding him, yet a thread of sadness running through his life. Their bodies were growing more insistant, more demanding with sexual tension that might snap any second, and when Ghost breathed into Maxy's ear the words, "Now, Maxy, now," he claimed Ghost as his own.
It was different than either had ever felt before, as if some powerful force had taken over their bodies and minds, and melded them together. They had no control over the feelings, as wave after wave of pleasure bathed over them.
Then as the ultimate, intimate release took over their heightened senses, Ghost's subconscious shot an image of Steve, his true love, into his mind, and he called out Steve's name, then began sobbing.
He had no idea if he'd spoken aloud or if it was in a dream state. He cried for him and Steve, and he cried for his and Maxy's love, too...and what would become of himself now.
Maxy's euphoria continued, as he murmured Ghost's name and stroked Ghost's pale hair, kissed his forehead, and those sky blue eyes full of tears. He tried to soothe the sobbing boy, that still lay under him, not knowing why he cried. Had he heard Ghost call out Steve's name? He wasn't sure, but he was as sure as he could be, that Ghost would soon forget Steve. He would make sure of that. Ghost was his now, and he would do anything to keep him.
As they fell asleep in each other's arms, the storm outside abated, and it grew quiet. Only the dark of night knew what dreams and plans the two were having. One was being guided by the very essence of his psyche, and his God given heritage...the other by his greed and lust.
Next installment coming soon!
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