Page 75 of The Ghost of Ellwood
The excitement in his voice jostled the butterflies in my stomach. I would do absolutely anything to make him happy.
“I think we should get dressed and have breakfast in town,” I said, tracing circles on his smooth back. “Then, we can go anywhere you want; visit stores, go to the park. Whatever you want is yours.”
“Could we go to the cinema?” he shyly asked.
I recalled him saying before how he was sad he and I couldn’t go on a real date. The cinema was one of the things he’d mentioned. A nice dinner had been the other.
“Of course,” I answered, as my heart swelled. Something else swelled too, but I’d ignore it for now. There’d be plenty of time for sex when we got back home. “Let’s shower and get ready.”
Showering together was a bad idea, only because right when we were under the water, my arms wrapped around his waist and I kissed his neck. He emitted a moan and tilted his head back, accepting my touch.
“Do we have time to…?”
I answered him by kicking his legs apart, bracing one hand on the shower wall, and slipping a hand around his hip as I entered him. Still stretched from the night before, his body held only a little resistance.
“Yes, Ben.” Theo rested his head on the side of mine as I pounded into him. The cold I’d come to expect when inside him was nowhere to be found. Only warmth and a pleasure so intense it nearly sent me to my knees.
Neither of us lasted long.
I reached around and took hold of his uncut cock as he began to shudder around me. He was the first man I’d ever slept with who wasn’t circumcised, and I liked it. A lot. Theo whimpered and went slack in my arms as his orgasm rocked his body.
I held his weight, thrusting once, twice, three more times before jumping off that cliff with him. After, I kissed his neck, his shoulder, anywhere I could, as I regained my strength. I washed his body, taking my time as I scrubbed his more sensitive areas. The shower was intimate in all ways, emotionally and physically, and by the time we got out and dried off, I knew without a doubt I could never go back to how things were not even a week ago.
Theo and I belonged together. Other people might not understand it, but fuck them. Their opinions didn’t matter.
Although it was Halloween and Theo’s clothes could be taken for an old-timey costume, we agreed it’d be best if he didn’t stand out. We were roughly the same size, with me just a bit taller, so I let him sort through my clothes and find what he liked.
I smiled at his selection. Jeans and a hoodie with skater shoes. I’d had the shoes for years, and even though I never wore them anymore, they were nostalgic for me and I hadn’t had the heart to give them away.
“How do I look?” Theo asked, holding out his arms to show off the blue hoodie and skinny jeans.
“Very handsome,” I said, unable to stop smiling. “Like a typical nineteen year old.”
I threaded my fingers through his black hair, adding a bit of gel to style it, before fixing mine. Once we were ready, we walked downstairs and I grabbed my keys off the counter. I exited the manor and halted when I noticed Theo hadn’t followed.
I turned back to see him standing in the doorway, looking unsure. Nervous.
“It’s okay,” I said, holding out my hand.
“What if people recognize me?”
“They won’t. I don’t mean this in a bad way, but all the people who knew you are dead. I’d be genuinely shocked if anyone recognized you, and even if they do, we’ll just lie and say it’s a coincidence.”
“Very well.” Though hesitantly, he slid his hand into mine and walked outside.
“Have you left the manor on other Halloweens?” I asked, as we got into my car. I had to admit it was odd seeing Theo in the passenger’s seat.
“Only at night,” he answered, pulling out the seatbelt and studying it with curious fascination. He clicked it then glanced around the car. “Automobiles sure have changed since my time.”
“Wait until you see the movie theater,” I said with a smile, putting the car in reverse.
On the drive, I watched him from the corner of my eye. He was so alert, wanting to look at everything we passed. He also told me more stories from when he was alive.
“See that building there?” he asked, motioning to a newly built bank. “That used to be a store. The owner, a man named Jim, would give me and Harvey hard candies for free. We thought he was just being nice, but when I got older, I knew it was because of my father. The Blackwell name was like a chip on my shoulder everyone saw. I couldn’t escape it. Still can’t, I suppose.” He sighed and grew solemn. “I’ll always be Theo Blackwell, the boy who went missing all those years ago.”
“Will you ever tell me what really happened to you?”
“Yes.” Theo’s gaze shifted to mine. “Someday. I want you to know the truth. I also fear it.”
