Nervously, Charlie started to ask, “Could we maybe, erm.”

“What Char?”

“Sorry, do you think I could see you, while I’m, you know.”

“Oh,” Nick paused but it went on a moment too long because Charlie was apologising again, “Sorry, forget it, this is fine.”

Nick turned quickly and took Charlie’s hand, “No sorrys, the S-word is banned. I’d like to see you too,” he smiled up at Charlie, causing the ghost to smile back.

Nick laid down on his back and placed one of the pillows at the base of his spine to prop his ass up at the best angle.

“So, erm,” Charlie started nervously, “This might not work ok, but, I erm, I’m going to try my best.”

“Charlieeee, please fuck me, I need you,” Nick begged.

“Ok, jeez you’re beggy,” Charlie teased. “So, how do you like your cocks?”

“What?” Nick asked, confused again which seemed to be his natural state around Charlie, especially before he’d had his morning cup of tea.

“Oh right, I should have mentioned that, so please don’t ask how I found this out, but I can sort of make myself your dream date, you know, down there,” Charlie nodded to his crotch bashfully, “It’s a ghost thing.”

“Oh, that’s, erm, different,” Nick stammered, “Can you, erm, just maybe, be yourself.”

Charlie nodded, not sure he could handle the emotions that were running through him. He’s sure his husband would have rather him changed into anything but himself if he was here. So to be wanted just as he is, felt so alien to him.

“Would you mind, erm, if I kept my shirt on?” Charlie asked nervously.

“You could wear a clown costume if it would make you feel comfortable lo-” Nick cut himself before he called Charlie love.

Charlie giggled again, with a snap of his fingers he was wearing just his shirt and his cock was at full mast. Nick took a moment to admire the view, “Wow Char, why would you want a different cock, you’re perfect,” before he sounded too soppy, Nick rushed to add, “Now get it in me, pleaseeee.”

Charlie pressed forward, it took all his concentration to not lose his corporeal form, but once the tip slipped with ease past Nick’s entrance both boys sighed in relief. As he slowly started to slide forward, Nick clenched around him causing him to stop abruptly.

“Char? What’s wrong?” Nick asked.

“Nick, I…I felt that.”

“Can you not normally… feel things?”

“No, I haven’t felt anything since I died,” Charlie stated, shocked at the first sensations he’d felt in years. Nick clenched his ass again and Charlie moaned Nick’s name.

Charlie started pushing in again and Nick let out a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding. “You feel so good, Char.”

Once he had bottomed out, Charlie stopped his movements to give them both a chance to get used to the new sensations they were experiencing.

“Would you kiss me?” Nick asked from his position below him. Nick had never asked a boy to kiss him before. All his hookups had been just that, a way to get the fix he needed, to feel full inside. But with Charlie, Nick wanted more; he wanted this to be special, for both of them.

“Ok,” was all Charlie said as he leaned forward and placed his lips to Nick’s. Charlie wasn’t sure what to expect, but something about being inside Nick had meant he could feel again. He wasn’t sure anymore if they were his sensations or Nick’s, but he didn’t care. It was like sparks were erupting between them.

As they were kissing, Nick thought to himself, ‘God, I need him to pound me so hard right now.’

Charlie broke the kiss, “Alright needy, I’ll pound you now.”

“How did you? Char, you can hear my thoughts!?” Nick said, embarrassed.

“Oh, I guess so,” Charlie blushed. Before he got too nervous, he pulled his cock almost all the way out and pressed in hard and fast causing Nick to moan. Nick didn’t need to say a word for Charlie to know what he needed. The two of them were as one as he built up his pace and fucked him harder and harder.

Nick was moaning and writhing beneath him in ecstasy and Charlie could feel every bit of his joy radiating through him too. He sensed Nick was close before he could hear it in his voice, Charlie kept pounding as hard as he could, his ghostly body not able to tire. With a final long guttural moan, Nick was covering his stomach in his cum.

As he did, Charlie felt Nick’s ass clench around him and Charlie wasn’t sure how but he was cumming too, filling Nick up and causing Nick to shoot even more cum onto his body. When he sensed Nick’s cock and ass were getting too sensitive, Charlie allowed his corporeal form to slip so he could become just light again. Feeling nervous again, he quickly restored his clothes and tried hard to resist the urge to run away.

When Nick caught his breath, he looked up at Charlie, “That. Was. Amazing!” Nick held out his arms for Charlie to float into them, which he willingly did. “Did you… did you cum in me?” Nick asked, feeling something leaking from his ass.

“Erm, I think so. I didn’t even know I could,” Charlie stated, not wanting to leave Nick’s arms. It had been a long time since he’d been held.

Nick felt around his ass and scooped up some of the fluid that was leaking from his ass, he pulled it up to his face and it didn’t look like anything he’d seen before. “Char, what’s this?” Nick asked.

Charlie looked down at Nick’s fingers and hid his head in Nick’s chest as he groaned. Nick eased his face up with a finger below his chin and just looked at him with nothing but love and curiosity in his eyes.

“It’s ectoplasm, it’s a sort of by-product of when a ghost leaves behind a physical presence,” Charlie admitted, ashamed that he hadn’t realised that was what he’d done inside Nick.

“Hey, no need to be sad,” Nick cooed, “I like it.”