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Once Alex got closer, Micah did what he had to so. He was almost worried he wouldn’t know if he had done anything, but he felt it. He took his hand out of Alex first then Elijah. The witch washed the X off the ghost’s chest then went to help the Demi-God out. “You okay?”
He felt like throwing up; he looked at Micah’s general direction, but as soon as he tried nodding his head he crashed down, falling unconscious on the floor.
“Tether, right. I knew that.” Micah looked around nervously for something to tether them. In the corner of his eye, he saw a long red ribbon bookmark from one of his spell books. He took his hand out of Alex’s chest and reached for the ribbon. He placed his hand back in Alex’s chest and began to do his best to tether them. “I need you to move closer to Elijah. I almost have it.”
Alex slowly crept forward, centimeter by centimeter. The pain was intense, but strangely, he could barely feel it anymore. Instead, all his attention was concentrated on remaining conscious. His vision was strained, all the colors cycling around him into one big blur, his stomach screaming. He blinked, slowly. Keeping his eyelids up felt like he was holding the entire world on his shoulders, but he kept on moving, mouthing as he did. “Now.”
I would have regretted not talking about it either. Oh, so are you just gonna give me a hand job with your other hand then? [he smirked at his comment and at Alex’s kiss] No problem.
[leaning in, tossing both arms around Elijah’s neck and pecking at his lips] I’m going to give you a lot more than a hand job. C’mon, we’ve got some time to kill between now and whenever Micah’s ready. We’ve got a long list to go through.
I know it is and I don’t want you to have to go through that, that’s why we should do this or look into it more. I think so and like I said I’m dead so it’s not like I can be killed. You won’t lose me, Alex. I promise. We are doing this to ensure that even more.
Alright, alright. You’re right, it’s definitely worth a shot. So, what? We go into the bathroom, turn off the lights, and say Micah’s name three times? If it is, this time don’t try to scare me by sliding your dick up the back of my shirt again. Last time I almost fell and broke it.
What? No. No trouble. Well, not too much. Man, am I talking fast I feel like I’m talking fast? If I had a real heart it would be beating hella fast. Anyways, ghost girl. No Christma Carol shit, but you will like it. I think. Yeah, you will. So like imagine if I can stay with you forever…
[Alex kinda scrunched his eyes and shook his head] Babe, babe, slow down. What are you talking about?
Alex?! Alex?! Alexandros! [Elijah looked around for Alex and as soon as he spotted him, he booked it full speed to his bae almost knocking him over when they came in contact] Bae! So, glad I found you. So listen, like listen, okay so. I was talking to this other ghost in here and I have an idea like a really good one and I think you are gonna love it. Alex!
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[Alex was rushed by Elijah, gripping on his arms so he wouldn’t fall. He had been feeling odd for the past couple of days, but he couldn’t help but slowly release a complete grin. He loved when Elijah was like this.] Two ghosts walk into a bar and plot a scheme. Sounds like trouble. You’re not going to take me to the past, the present, and future Christmases are you?
I had my mind dead set on one thing as I walked into the apartment. I wanted to forget. My failures. I failed. I fucking failed again.
I stepped into the kitchen, letting my hand prop me up on the counter as I stared dead into the floor to catch my breath. Beads of sweat and maybe even some blood rained down. I drew a long breath and finally looked back up, opening my liquor cabinet and reaching for a shiny blue bottle.
Before my fingertips could touch it, I froze. I felt him. I felt his hand on my shoulder.
“You just love popping up, don’t you?”
To that, he replied. He sounded worried, but I couldn’t really make out what he was saying; my head was still rushing. That’s when I noticed another bead of sweat escape me, hitting the cabinet. I couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit self conscious.
“I— uh, I should go take a shower...” I managed to mutter, looking down to avoid eye contact as I made my way to the bathroom. I felt like a complete failure. I didn’t want him to know... I want him to be proud of me.
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My hand stung like a bitch. My right one. A rouge lighting bolt snared it earlier, gathering enough velocity to just tear right through the skin, leaving a smoky gash that circled my palm all the way to the back of my hand.
I kneeled down, grabbing a large bandage and wrapping the center of my hand firmly. Accidents like this, unfortunately, were not uncommon. Perks to being the son of the sky god.
Finally, I stood proud, placing my door against the handle, ready to open when suddenly I could feel my forehead hit the door. I felt weak. I used my other hand to support myself. I didn’t realize how exhausted I was until now. I coughed loudly to avoid any suspicion that would arise with him. I didn’t want him to know how hard I’ve been working myself again; I couldn’t bare to see him upset right now.
I turned the handle and walked out, wearing nothing but a fresh pair of boxers and a black tee with a cartoon white ghost on the front.
Making my way back to the liquor cabinet, he beat me to it. He was sitting against the counter, smiling and shaking his head, “Hey, I don’t want you spoiling your appetite. I told you I was making lasagna tonight.”
I opened my mouth to protest but I stopped, catching the sounds of Star Wars episode five already playing in the living room. He knew me too well.
Then, I made the biggest mistake. I focused on him. On his lopsided smile and gentle eyes. I couldn’t do anything else but smile back, sigh, and say,
“Fine.”
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It was during the movie that it finally happened.
He was good at hiding how he felt, but I could feel the worried glances he’d steal when he thought I wasn’t looking. I could feel him staring at my partially burned hand.
He hovered over it with his.
“Is this okay?”
I gulped. Hard. I felt like if I looked at him right now I would cry.
“Yeah, yeah, this is okay.” I smiled. Genuinely.
He closed the gap, allowing his hand to finally meet mine. I kept my eyes firmly glued to the screen while it happened. I was afraid of what would happen if I did look at him.
My hand, however, was not so modest. It firmly locked his in, intertwining the fingers. His hands were cold, almost like placing your palm down on the inside of a cooler. My insides were the opposite. Every inch of my body lit up. Hell, I was practically glowing. Probably literally, too.
That’s when I lost control of my grin. It was growing wider and wider and I just laughed and shook my head, pretending to be fixated on the movie.
My fingers, however, were fixated on him. Each tip pressing down gently against his knuckles and my thumb gently caressing the side of his hand in slow but erratic movements.
I wanted time to freeze so I could feel that burning feelings inside of me forever.
I bit my lip and questioned how it was even possible to feel this way about somebody. It’s like the entire world could melt away but as long as he was still holding my hand, I wouldn’t care. He made me feel like nothing else mattered.
And for the one of the first times, I didn’t want to forget. I wanted to remember.
[Realizing the other was asleep caused Elijah to smile to himself. He was nervous about the fact that the male was asleep on him because of how cold he could be, but he tried his best to ignore it and pay attention to the rest of the movie]
[wraps his closest arm around Elijah’s arm as he sleeps, looking super fucking content as he slept]
Or College students. [rolls his eyes] I totally died during sex, asshole.
You totally didn’t, dumbass. Now shut up, I’m tryna watch this blonde chick get murdered right now. [Alex leaned progressively back during the movie, watching intently and laughing hard at the few corny jokes, moving slightly closer and closer to Elijah during the scarier parts. However, the long day didn’t take too long to take its toll on Alex’s body. Every second he blinked more and more frequently, trying to stay awake. However, the recent meal hadn’t helped as fatigue consumed Alex like a crashing wave and lulled him to sleep, his head falling limp on Elijah’s shoulder.]
I never said I died while in high school. I meant during sex. [rolls his eyes] Yeah, fucking right. How would you even be able to tell?
Yeah, well slasher victims are almost always high schoolers, so that’s strike number one. [picking the movie and leaning back] You didn’t die during sex, and I can tell. Now shh, the movie’s starting.
Everyone could use more Italians. [he mutters under his breath] a slasher? I can deal with that. [he laughed] That’s actually how I died. [he sits on the couch and pats the spot next to him]
You did not. First of all, you look a little too old to be a high schooler. Second of all, I can tell you didn’t die during sex. If you did, I would be able to tell. [sitting next to him] I met another ghost who died during sex and just... Woah. That dude. He was living life— except he was dead.
That’s cool. I heard the French have small dicks, unlike Italians. [also finishes his plate. He grabs both the empty plates and takes them to the sink to wash them] I think you did. Just nothing with ghosts.
Yeah, but he had a great ass. I met him at the squat rack, actually. Could use more Italians. [grins and laughs a lil cause he’s dumb and likes his own jokes] Alright, alright. Good think I’m more in the mood for a slasher anyways. I actually put off sex for the longest time in high school because I thought some psycho with a knife would cut me open the second I got my dick in.
Whatever you say, Sparky. Just don;t say I don’t care about you. [continues eating and shakes his head] Naw, it’s all good. It no different than a straight bro telling another straight boy about how good the girl he met the other night gave head. So this French dude, you still got his number or?
[raising his hand to the question, shaking his head and finishing his food before replying] Nope. He went back to France. Kinda a summer fling kinda thing, but I still like his pictures on Insta sometimes. [pushes his empty plate to the center of the table] Alright, Casper, now I get to treat you to a movie. Did I mention a horror movie earlier or...?
[shakes his head] Naw, take out all the time isn’t good for you. I mean sure on the outside you have an amazing body and work at a gym, but on the inside, your heart is probs ready to give up. [laughs] Can you maybe like try not to actually blow my mind cause the only thing of mine that I like getting blown is my dick.
[beaming, blushing slightly again and just rubbing the back of his neck] I mean, shit, thank you. But I think my heart can hold off just fine. [shrugs, nodding his head as he stuffs his face, grinning a bit] Same. There was this French dude I met once who sucked dick like a vacu— [looks up at him] Wait, sorry, is this weird for you?
Because I mean maybe it wasn’t considered hiding since no one was looking. But I was there because it was like my own space. [he shakes his head after taking a bite] Naw, men didn’t need to know how to cook. That’s what the wives were for. [smiles at Alex] Yeah, I can teach you some. Cookies in the waffle iron, that sounds amazing actually.
[trying not to fall back into childhood thoughts] Yeah... Own space. [taking another bite and nodding] Well, I don’t think I’ll have one of those any time soon... Or like, y’know, ever. So I should probably figure some shit out. [shrugs] Or I could just keep getting takeout. [laughs] Dude, some of the food hacks I’ve learned would blow your mind. And... I think I mean that literally. Like, actually be careful.
No, there isn’t. I spent a lot of time hiding under the kitchen sink as a kid. I listen to my mother give two out of three of my sisters cooking lessons, then my w— friend taught me some.
Why hiding? Your mom didn’t want to teach you. [digging into his food] Gods, this is fucking good. Y’know, I like having you around already. Maybe you can teach me some shit. All I really make is ramen and cookies in the waffle maker. But mostly I just eat the dough ‘cause fuck salmonella.
You okay, Sparky? [he sits down across from him] Chicken Piccata Pasta, thunderhead.
[grinning at him] This is awesome, man. Thanks. Where’d you learn this shit, anyways? Is there a cooking class in Hades or...?
