| With Friends Like These ... |
| "Well, that bodes well for the future, I'd say!"
Bob's resonant voice brought Harry out of his stunned immobility. "She kissed me. Murphy kissed me!" Bob chuckled, deep and low and sexy. "I know. And how I envy you ...!" Harry looked at Bob, a little shocked at his response. "Bob? I thought we ... I mean ... you're ... *interested* in her?" Bob's grin didn't diminish in the slightest. "Aren't you? Harry, you've always given me the impression that under the right circumstances, you would jump at the chance to jump her! Ahem!" That look was the dictionary definition of the word 'leer.' Harry was blushing again. Only this time it wasn't all nice and tingly. It was just uncomfortable. "Yeah, under the right circumstances, ... but ... not now!" He looked meaningfully at Bob. It took Bob a minute to figure out what Harry was talking about. "Oh dear! Harry, don't tell me you're a ... a *monogamist*?" "You say that like it's a bad thing!" Harry couldn't figure out whether to feel insulted or not. "Well ... not bad so much as limiting." Bob's expression softened; he realized he'd have to gentle Harry into this. "Harry, darling, what you and I share when we're together is something special, something unique in all the world. Nothing that we do with mere physical bodies can even come close to that. There is no reason to feel threatened, to feel jealous. What we have is ours for all time. Believe me." Bob had moved closer and closer to Harry as he spoke, so that at the end their bodies overlapped just a bit, his face right in front of Harry's. Blue eyes locked onto brown. And then Bob's eyes closed and he dissolved into Harry, holding him close, wrapping them both in the softness of their love. Bob guided them down into a chair. He grasped Harry's hand in his, bringing it to his lips, pressing a gentle trail of kisses along the back, up as far as he could push the sleeve, then turning it over to lick and suck gently on Harry's wrist. Harry's hand caressed his face, fingers reaching up into his hair, holding him, while he tugged on the buttons at the cuff and pushed the sleeve out of his way. As he kissed his way up the forearm, Harry's hand could reach farther and farther back, his fingers burying deep in the silky softness of Bob's hair. // God, I wish I could touch *your* hair, // Harry mused. // Looks so incredibly soft. // // Someday, my love. Believe that. We will find a way. // Bob licked at the bend in Harry's elbow, drawing a surprised gasp from his lover. // Damn, Bob! // Even Harry's mental voice was breathy with his arousal. Bob wanted to go even higher, but since Harry wasn't a contortionist, he didn't think that would be a very good idea. So instead he reversed direction, leaving a trail of kisses down Harry's arm, paused again at the wrist, before moving on to the palm. From there, he could easily suck each of Harry's fingers into his mouth in turn. He knew how much this turned Harry on, could feel it literally himself. // Damn! // Harry sighed again as Bob sucked on his fingers. Harry didn't have the world's largest vocabulary when he was occupied like this. Just picturing Bob sucking on his dick was enough to make it throb painfully in his jeans. Now that Harry was pretty well gone, Bob let go of his hand so they could ease that painful pressure. Harry moaned as Bob's hand slid over the bulge in his jeans, blocking his relief just a little longer. // Wouldn't it be lovely if she were here with us, Harry? You and I together like this. But another warm body beside us. Touching us. Touching her. // Bob opened the fly of Harry's jeans, sliding his fingers under the thin cotton boxers underneath. // Feel her hands touching us, Harry. Her mouth on our prick. // // Yessssss! // Harry sighed. Bob's mental voice was mesmerizing, drawing his already befuddled, blood-starved brain exactly where Bob wanted it. Warm fingers wrapped around Harry's dick, spreading the already copious fluid around, then grasping him firmly. God, he was so horny! He imagined Murphy down there, while Bob held him close. It felt *so* damned good ..! Bob sensed Harry's urgency, feeling it himself. He picked up the pace, pulling faster and harder as they approached their climax. Soon, both of them were moaning and sighing, breathing heavily, no room left for conscious thoughts. Harry's hips began bucking into Bob's eager hand, pushing harder, faster, until at last they came with a strangled cry. It was easily five or ten minutes before either of them felt coherent enough to attempt speech. // Damn, Bob! // Even afterwards, Harry's vocabulary was a bit repetitive. The ghost chuckled mentally, which tickled Harry. Who started laughing out loud. "Hell's bells, Bob, look what you did to my new shirt!" Harry finally gasped when he could take in enough air to speak. Bob ghosted out of his body and re-formed, considerately naked, beside Harry. Glancing down at the puddle of semen covering Harry's lower extremities, he made a face. "Oh, dear ... sorry about that. Got a bit carried away, it seems ..." His voice sounded contrite, but his face said otherwise. His eyes sparkled with barely suppressed humor. "Shall we get you out of that ... mess?" Harry scowled at his apparent insincerity, but couldn't stay mad. He just kicked his shoes off, shoved his jeans the rest of the way off, and carried them up to his bedroom. He tossed them near to the laundry pile, then shrugged out of the shirt. Checking the tag, he gave Bob a murderous look, then grinned. "You're lucky ... it's washable." The ghost sighed. Not that Harry would ever really do anything to him, he was sure of that. But he was glad the shirt could be cleaned, Harry really did look wonderful in it. Naked himself now, Harry realized that having naked Bob around was giving him ideas about round two. So he skipped the pajama pants he'd been about to reach for and instead just went over to the bed. He turned down the covers and fluffed up the pillows before crawling in, sitting up as if he had no intention of sleeping anytime soon. He killed the lights but sent a pulse of magic out to light the candles around the room. He patted the bed beside him. "Join me?" he asked with a 'come-hither' smile. How could a ghost resist? Bob quickly re-formed himself on the bed beside Harry, sitting beside him but facing the opposite direction. It wasn't often he got to see Harry naked from the outside like this, and he was enjoying every moment of it. Especially in the flickering candlelight. Harry was actually a bit surprised by how comfortable he felt sitting here in his bed with Bob, naked. He'd probably be a lot more nervous getting naked with Murphy. Which brought back their earlier discussion, and Bob's 'interesting' comments while they had been making love. Harry cocked his head to one side thoughtfully. "Bob? You were serious earlier, about Murphy?" "Quite serious." Bob wasn't sure if this was good or bad. When Harry didn't say anything for a while, he decided to jump back in. "Harry ... do you remember the first time we talked about sharing your body? You offered then to set up an evening for me, a meal and a beautiful woman. You knew that would be something I would want to experience once I had a real body again." Harry smiled softly as he remembered that first night. "Yeah, I did, didn't I?" "Harry, I won't apologize for being who I am. I have always been a man of ... lusty appetites, both in life and since my death. I enjoy the company of beautiful women ... and beautiful men. I always shall. That has nothing to do with what I feel for you, my love. Winnifred understood that; it was one of the many reasons I loved her so. Many times, we shared a lover, male or female, it didn't matter." Harry sighed. "I'm not Winnifred, Bob." The slightest tinge of jealousy crept into his voice. "I *know* that, Harry. I don't want you to be her. It is you I love now, don't ever think otherwise." Bob reached out, desperate to touch Harry, frustrated by his incorporeal state. Harry could see the frustration in Bob's eyes. He reached out his hand, meeting Bob's. Solid and ghostly hands came together, shared the same space. It felt cold and tingly, not warm and reassuring. But it was *their* gesture. It brought its own inner warmth. Harry smiled softly. "I know that, Bob. I guess ... I just need some time to get used to the idea. I've never thought about things this way before. And besides ..." "What, Harry?" Bob asked softly when Harry's voice trailed off. Harry chewed on his lip, not sure how to say this. "I ... care about Murphy, Bob. I always thought that maybe we might have a chance at something special. If I could just get over all my damned trust issues. I think I *could* fall in love with her. And if I'm with you, I don't want that to happen ... " "Ah." Bob didn't have an answer to that one. "And if I don't ... I wouldn't want her to think there was a chance I might ... wouldn't want to lead her on, you know?" Bob nodded. "I think I see the problem, Harry. I'm sorry... I don't want to put you into an awkward position." Harry's eyes were soft, full of compassion. "Hey, it's ok. I guess now that I think about it, I can understand why you'd want to have a real, solid, *other* human body to hold on to once in a while." Bob gave a small smile. "Well, there is that. And I certainly don't expect you to abstain on my account, Harry ... it may be months or years before we can find a way to make me a corporeal form ... if ever. I never expected you to not 'date' during that time." Harry shook his head. "I never even thought about that, Bob. Me being me, I really don't think I'd want to ... but if you want me to, I guess I could pick up the occasional date so we both could have a good time ..." // He really would do that just for me! // Harry's willingness to share his body, to indulge Bob's whims, never ceased to amaze him. More than anything other than the sheer, visceral knowledge of it when they were joined, it was this that told Bob just how much Harry loved him. Bob leaned closer, his hand ghosting over Harry's face. "I do love you, Harry. And I thank you for all you have done, and are willing to do ... and I do so wish I could kiss you properly ...." That not being possible, at least at the moment, Bob slipped inside, holding Harry close. Harry's body had recovered sufficiently to immediately respond to Bob's loving presence. Fully naked now, Bob's hands ran over Harry's chest, feeling the warm solidity of it. His fingernails flicked at Harry's nipples, turning the soft nubs into tight, hard lumps. Harry moaned softly at the unaccustomed attention. // You like that, Harry? // somehow, Bob's voice managed to sound even sexier than usual. "Oh, yeah," Harry sighed, forgetting he could use his mental voice. // mmmmm ... // Bob purred back at him as he continued his assault. The nice thing about this shared body was that he felt exactly what Harry was feeling, could back off when things were getting too intense. After a while, he moved his hands lower, caressing gently over Harry's belly. Harry shifted slightly, spreading his legs, inviting more. Bob complied eagerly, although not quite as Harry intended. His hands caressed Harry's thighs, the sensitive fold where the leg joins the body, everywhere but where Harry really wanted it. Harry moaned as Bob's fingers probed further and further down, back, past his balls, teasing at his opening. He scrunched down, trying to give Bob a better angle. // Oh, you do like that, don't you my love? // Bob's voice sounded like molasses, thick and rich and sweet ... "Do it, Bob ... like you did before ... with the candle ... " Harry managed to gasp out. Never one to deny Harry anything he desired, Bob eagerly complied. Once again tapping into Harry's magic, he reached out and called one of the long, tapered candles to him. // If we keep this up, my love, you're going to need to buy more candles ... // Harry smiled at the laughter in Bob's voice. "Have to go to a sex shop and get something a little more ... substantial." // Sex Shop???!!! // Bob's eagerness nearly exploded Harry's head. // Why didn't you tell me there was such a thing? // Harry groaned, realizing that he had just created a monster. But right now, he didn't want to talk about it. "Later, Bob ... please!" The somewhat strangled tone of Harry's voice convinced Bob to hold that discussion for later. For the moment, he returned his attention to Harry's beautiful body, one long finger gently circling the tight pucker. Harry's whimper confirmed his choice of activity. After making sure the flame was completely out, Bob gently inserted the tip of the candle, working it in slowly. The wax was slippery enough not to need a lubricant. Harry moaned softly as he pushed it further and further in with short, quick thrusts. Once he had it buried deep inside Harry, he turned his attention to their weeping cock. He couldn't suppress a moan himself as he took it in hand, spreading around the wetness, then gripping it firmly. Imagining what it would feel like if it were buried deep inside Harry's backside instead of that infernal candle; so tight and hot. He gripped himself tighter, knowing Harry felt it too. "God, Bob!" Harry gasped out. It felt like the ghost was strangling his cock. He felt the hand around him heating up, as a glow of magic enveloped hand and cock. Bob began rhythmically squeezing his gluteal muscles, bearing down on the candle buried inside. Somehow it all transformed into feeling like the real thing, their dick buried in a hot, tight channel, their ass filled with hot flesh. "Oh, shit!" Harry cried out again as the orgasm swept over him. His body jerked spasmodically as contractions shook him, this time expelling the candle. When it was over, he lay there gasping, feeling a warm sense of completion. Bob rode out the wave of sensation, reveling in every moment. He'd almost forgotten how he used to be able to enhance things. It had been incredible. // Harry? // he finally asked softly. // You all right? // He felt Harry's contentment. // Yeah, // came the sleepy answer. // You? // // Never better! // Bob ran his hands up Harry's arms in a part-caress, part-embrace. He wasn't at all surprised when Harry's head bent down to kiss his hand. A rush of tenderness overtook him. He reached out with their magic and called one of the t-shirts in Harry's dirty laundry pile to him, used it to wipe up their mess so Harry wouldn't have to get out of bed. "Mm ... thanks." Harry murmured as Bob gently cleaned him up. It would be so much nicer if they did manage to give him his own body someday. Then they could snuggle close in the afterglow. "Hey ... did you find anything on that word, what was it? Tsu �something?" Harry asked sleepily. Bob chuckled. // Tsukata. Nothing solid yet. A reference or two that might indicate a legend. Asian languages are so hard to translate. // "You'll get it. You can figure out any of that stuff. Bloody genius, that's what you are." Harry mumbled. // Harry, you're making me blush. I've just had an awfully long time to practice. // Harry giggled. // least it's you blushing for a change ... // He seemed to find that very amusing. Bob reached out, caught Harry's hand, brought it to his lips. // You're getting very silly, my love. Rest now. // Harry sighed and kissed Bob's hand in return. "Love you." // And I you, my dearest. Now sleep. // Harry squirmed around, rolling onto his side, slipping under the covers. It was only a few moments before Bob appeared beside him, watching over him with a tender smile. continue to Chapter 3 Send me some Feedback Back to my Dresden Home page Back to the Jade Palace Home Disclaimer: I don't own them, just borrowing them for fun, not profit. |
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