Nick knew he should have tried harder to stand up to his father; he was an adult after all, and could do what he wanted. But without his money, he couldn’t afford to stay at Leeds university anymore.

When his father found out about his activities with the rugby team, he was furious. On the pitch, Nick Nelson was the rugby king, but in the locker room he’d earned a different reputation altogether. There he was known as ‘Beggy Bottom Nick’, and boy, did some of his teammates love to make him beg.

On one of the rare occasions that his dad had decided to travel across from his home in France to attend one of Nick’s matches, he’d been waiting outside the locker room after the game to take his son for dinner when he’d overheard some of the team.

“Can’t believe Nick is turning us down.”

“What, Beggy?”

“Yeah, something about his dad dragging him off to dinner.”

“That sucks, my girl’s blown me out and I was looking forward to dumping a load in him.”

Stéphane couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his son, the rugby king, was acting like some sort of slut for his teammates, his male teammates. As soon as he saw his son leave the locker room, hair still damp from the showers, he grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him out to his car that was waiting outside.

The ride to the hotel that day was unusually quiet, Nick should have known something was up then. The few matches his Dad had come to, he’d always been keen to discuss the highlights on the ride back afterwards. But even the chauffeur seemed to pick up on the tension in the air that day. Not daring to ask if he could raise the partition between them as he normally would.

When they got back to the hotel, his father was pacing up and down. Eventually he asked, “C’est vrai?” Is it true?

“Papa?” Nick asked, confused as to what his father was asking.

“C’est vrai?” Stéphane repeated more firmly this time.

“Je ne sais pas-,” I don’t know- Nick started before his father interrupted again.

“Est-il vrai que tu es la pute de l’équipe?” Is it true that you are the team’s whore?

Nick was shocked, he didn’t know what to say. How had his father found out?! What could he possibly say? He tried to deny it, but Stéphane wasn’t listening. He wasn’t sure what his father was more upset about, the fact that he was letting all the team use him or the fact that he was having sex with men. 

“Tu ne retourneras pas dans cette université. Je t’envoie, quelque part où tu ne seras pas un tel embarras!” You will not be going back to that university. I’m sending you away, somewhere you won’t be such an embarrassment!

Nick didn’t have a chance to reply; his father had stormed out of the hotel room, and that was the last time he’d spoken to him directly. He headed back to his flat before later that day receiving a text from his father’s secretary informing him that his funding had been stopped and that a car would collect him and his things the next morning at 10am.

That was three days ago, since then his father’s chauffeur had been driving him all the way from Leeds, through the Channel Tunnel and down into the South of France. He didn’t know where his father was sending him; all he could see around him as they drove was acres of trees lining each side of the narrow road.

He lost signal on his phone about an hour ago, and Nick was already feeling the pang of withdrawal from not getting laid. Normally he’d find someone to fuck him at least once a day, he loved the feeling when he’d just been fucked, feeling loose and open. Match days were the best – if the team had lost, they’d be extra rough with him and he’d feel it for days.

But he’d been saving himself for a few days before the match and pretty soon it will have been a whole week since he’d last had anyone or any thing inside him.

It was after dark when they pulled up in front of a large dilapidated building. Stepping out into the chilly autumn air, Nick looked up at the historic structure, which clearly hadn’t been cared for for years. The chauffeur dumped Nick’s bags on the ground beside him, before shoving an intricate and ancient key into his hand and driving back down the long driveway, leaving Nick all alone.

Trying to pick all his things up in one go, Nick staggered towards the grand entrance. Carved into stonework beside the archway, the words Château d’Amour were worn but still legible.

Dropping his bags on the ground, he stuffed the key into the lock of the large wooden door. Careful not to snap his only way inside, it was a bit of a struggle to get the key to turn but when it did there was a satisfying click before the double doors flew open, clattering back on their rusted hinges.

Nick thought nothing more of it as he carried his things inside the large double height entrance hall. The doors slammed themselves shut behind him, causing cobwebs to be blown from the paintings hanging along the walls and plunging Nick into darkness.

Feeling around the wall, he managed to find a light switch and was grateful that at least there was power, and that the converted chandeliers were still working. Off the entrance hall, Nick saw a number of doors on each side between the paintings and an impressive staircase on the back wall that went up to a small landing before splitting to go off to two upper wings of the house. 

Nick was too tired to explore, he dragged his cases up the stairs and went off to find a bed for the night.

The sun streaming through gaps in the moth-eaten curtains woke Nick from his sleep far too early. His body was exhausted from all the travelling. He wanted to stay in bed, but the grumbling of his stomach had other ideas. He hadn’t eaten since they stopped for lunch yesterday afternoon.

Reluctantly, Nick got out of bed and headed down to the kitchen in just his boxers. He didn’t know how long he’d be here but he knew his Dad would have had someone fill the pantry and fridge with food so he wouldn’t have to worry about going hungry.

As he walked barefoot along the maroon carpets of the dimly lit halls, Nick thought he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. He assumed it must be rats; he knew his Dad had sent him here alone to avoid any sexual temptation, so Nick knew it couldn’t be a person. He’d worry about that later on though, right now he needed to find food and work out how he was going to stop himself from going crazy cooped up on his own.

The kitchen was modest for the size of the building, wooden cabinets along the walls, a cast-iron aga sat under a stone chimney breast. In the centre of the room a large wooden table with a couple of basic chairs around it filled the space leaving very little room to move around. He assumed this once would have been used by the servants for preparing meals and having their own, while the owners ate elsewhere in more opulent surroundings.

He pulled open a cabinet door to look inside but it shut itself straight away. Pulling again, harder this time, the door slammed shut again. Puzzled by this, Nick tried again, this time the whole row of cabinet doors in front of him started rattling, opening and closing themselves seemingly untouched.

Nick backed away until the back of his legs hit the wooden table. He felt the air around him grow cold and he heard a deep disembodied moan, “Get out! Get out!”

Terrified, Nick ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He didn’t believe in ghosts, but there was no denying that someone wanted him gone. His Dad had recently purchased the house, that much he knew but he didn’t really know its history. Could it be true, were ghosts real? Was this house really haunted?

Dressing quickly, Nick slung the rest of his stuff haphazardly into his case. Zipping it up and hauling it off the bed, he went to open the door when it dawned on him – he was stuck. He had no way to leave, his father had abandoned him here and he certainly wouldn’t believe him if he told him the house was haunted.

Nick slumped on the bed and screamed into the pillow. What was he going to do?

“Get out!” The voice called again in the bedroom this time. The doors and drawers of the antique armoire rattled just as the cabinets had down in the kitchen.

Sobbing now, Nick cried out into the air, “I can’t!”

“Getout!” The voice yelled insistently.

“I can’t okay! My dad abandoned me here as a punishment for enjoying sex too much. He bought this house and dumped me here, so unless you can fuck me senseless, you can just fuck off, okay!”

A softer voice came from behind him, “What did you say?”

Nick turned and jumped backwards up the bed. He stammered, “You’re a… you’re a ghost.”

The ghost giggled, “Am I? So that’s why I can walk through walls,” he teased.

Nick stared, stunned by the sight before him. It wasn’t just that he was seeing a ghost for the first time, but it was the ghost of the most beautiful boy he had ever seen.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the ghost said softly, placing a comforting hand on Nick’s shoulder.

“I can, I can feel you,” Nick said, shocked at the revelation.

“Of course you can,” the ghost stated matter of fact, “We’re not all the stereotypes you see on Scooby-Doo, you know.”

“Sorry,” Nick said, rubbing the back of his neck. Scooby-Doo was his only reference for basing ghosts off.

“I’m Charlie,” the ghost said, holding out his hand to shake.

“Nick,” he replied, but when he went to shake the hand, his passed right through, causing Charlie to giggle again. Nick was quickly starting to enjoy that sound.

“Hey, how come I can’t touch you,” Nick said, confused as Charlie was still laughing at him.

“I was only teasing, I can choose whether to have a corporeal form or not,” Charlie said, but when he could see the confused look on Nick’s face he added, “It’s up to me whether I’m solid or not.”

“Oh,” Nick said, still a little confused.

“Here,” Charlie moved his hand to Nick’s and brushed it over Nick’s knuckles.

“Wow,” Nick gasped, “I can feel you but it’s also like you’re not quite there.”

“It’s not easy to control when I get excited,” Charlie would have blushed if he could have.

“Excited?” Nick asked.

“Did you mean it?” Charlie asked.

“Mean what? Charlie you’re not making a lot of sense.”

“Sorry,” Charlie ducked his head down and started to fade out.

“No!” Nick reached forward to try and stop him, “No sorrys, I just – one minute you’re screaming at me to leave and the next, you’re saying you’re excited. It’s… it’s a lot, that’s all.”

Reappearing in his glowing, translucent form, Charlie took a breath that he didn’t need to, in order to pluck up the courage to answer Nick. “Did you mean it, when you said you wanted me to fuck you?” As quickly as he’d asked, Charlie was apologising again, “Sorry. Never mind, ignore me, I’m just going to go.”

Charlie started rushing towards the door to leave and Nick knew he needed to do something quick to stop this beautiful man leaving. “Yes!” Nick shouted, stopping Charlie in his tracks. Seeing him turn slowly back towards him, Nick continued, “I don’t know how it would work, but I need to get laid so badly. So, can you?” Charlie looked like he was thinking it over, Nick added, “Please Char, if you can, if we can, I’m begging you. I need you!”

“Char?”

Nick blushed, “Sorry, that er, that just slipped out.”

“It’s okay, I liked it. It’s cute,” Charlie smiled fondly.

“Now I’m never calling you it again,” Nick teased.

Getting serious again, Charlie’s face turned to worry, “I’ve, erm, I’ve never done this before. Not since I… since I died.”

Stepping forward and placing a hand on Charlie’s cheek, “It’s ok Char, neither have I.” Charlie leaned into Nick’s touch, “You feel so cold.”

“Well, I am dead,” Charlie said with a teasing smile.

Feeling far too many feelings in the moment, Nick reverted to what he knew best, “Fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside me so badly right now. I’ll do anything Char, I’m begging you.”

Pretending to think about it for a moment, Charlie got a wicked look on his face as he said, “Okay!” Then with a wave of his hand in the air, he caused Nick’s jeans and boxers to drop to the floor.
“Yes!” Nick exclaimed, hurriedly stepping out of them and whipping off his t-shirt. He climbed up on the bed on all fours and stuck his arse in the air. He really wanted to face Charlie, to see his face as he entered him but Nick thought that was far too intimate. That wasn’t what this was, it couldn’t be… could it?

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.”

As Nick lay in bed with Charlie’s ghostly curls under his chin, he couldn’t ever remember a time he’d been this happy before. It sounds crazy, he knows it sounds crazy. Even if you forgot the fact that Charlie was a ghost, they had literally only just met mere minutes ago. But something about their connection, the way Charlie knew what he needed, and when, it was like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

Looking up at him, Charlie said, “Even without being inside you, I can practically hear the cogs whirring inside your brain from here. Penny for them?”

“Why could you hear my thoughts?”

“Oh, that,” Charle paused, “It’s not something we’re supposed to do. It’s not considered a very nice thing to do, have you heard of ghosts possessing people?”

“What, like, demonic possession? Are you a demon?” Nick started to worry that he was going to end up getting killed out here, all alone, and no one would find his body for a really long time.

“No, no! But ghosts can do it too. Before I died, I’d always had a bit of a morbid interest in the paranormal. I’d read that ‘If a ghost enters a living human, they can take full control of them, manipulate them’.” Charlie answered before quickly adding, “I swear I’d never do that, Nick!”

“It’s okay, I believe you. So do you think that’s why everything was so… intense?”

“Yeah, I think that although I obviously wasn’t completely inside you, there was enough of a connection that I could feel you. But it wasn’t just your thoughts Nick – every sensation that you experienced, I was able to experience it too. I could feel your pleasure.”

“Wow, was that… okay?” Nick asked, concerned for how Charlie might be feeling, not wanting to overwhelm him with all of his emotions.

Giggling again, “Nick, it was more than okay. It was incredible.”

Relaxing, Nick smiled, “Okay, good. That’s… good.”

“So, how come you ended up here then?” Charlie asked Nick.

“Oh, well,” Nick paused while he thought about how to explain his current situation, “My Dad overheard some of my teammates from Rugby talking about how I’d beg them to fuck me after our matches. So as a punishment, I guess, he pulled me out of university and packed me off here. He bought this place a couple of months ago from something called the Hope Corporation -”

“Are you sure?” Charlie interrupted.

“Sure about what?”

“It was definitely the Hope Corporation?” Charlie hoped Nick was mistaken but the feeling in where his gut used to be was that it had to be true.

“Erm, yeah I think so. Why have you heard of them?”

“Yeah, that’s my husband’s company, or his parent’s company really.”

“Your husband? You’re married?” Nick was worried, he didn’t want some jealous husband coming in and attacking him.

“Well I was, death do us part and all that,” Charlie reassured Nick. “He’s the reason I died, in a way.”

“What?!?” Nick could feel the rage rising inside him.

“I mean, it’s not like he murdered me, but,” Charlie paused, he’d never had the chance to speak about what happened before.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, it’s not really any of my business,” Nick tried to reassure Charlie.

“No. No I want to, I’ve never had the chance to talk to anyone about it since.”

Nick waited patiently for Charlie to speak, gently stroking his curls and hoping he could feel it or that at least the action of it was in some way comforting.

“His name was Ben. I’d known he’d been cheating on me for a few months, but he’d probably been up to it for years. He never liked this place, so any opportunity he had to get away he would. This house was always my baby. The moment I saw it, I loved this old building, the history of it and the life it had lived. But then one day he came home and just announced he had met some girl called Imogen and he was leaving me to be with her.Just to maximise the pain he caused, he told me as he was heading out the door that I had a few months to find somewhere else to live and then he’d be selling it.”

“I’m so sorry Char,” Nick stroked Charlie’s cheek.

“Thanks Nick,” Charlie smiled a half-hearted smile before continuing, “So, after that I just couldn’t bear the thought of leaving here, it’s just so beautiful and peaceful. I’d suffered with my mental health for years, largely triggered by Ben.But with the pain of everything he did to me, I just gave up. I didn’t eat, I didn’t go out, most days I barely even left the bed unless I had to. Eventually I just wasted away.”

Nick was seething, how could anyone do something like that to this sweet man. “Thank you for telling me.”

“I remember waking up as a ghost, if you can call it that. I was looking down at my body and I felt like I just had so much energy. More than I’d ever had when I was alive. It took a bit of getting used to at first, but things are starting to look up now.”

“Oh, why’s that?” Nick asked with a lopsided grin.

“The new owner’s son definitely brightens up the place,” Charlie smiled.

Smiling broadly now, Nick asked hopefully, “Can I kiss you again?”

Charlie leaned in and brushed his lips to Nick, but he didn’t feel the same as before. When he was inside Nick, he could feel the passion and the texture of Nick’s lips, but now he felt nothing. Charlie pulled away in frustration.

“Was that… not ok?” Nick asked nervously.

“Sorry, it’s just, I couldn’t feel anything,” Charlie said, disappointment clear on his face.

“I have an idea,” Nick smiled mischievously, “Why don’t you try using your tongue, maybe if you’re inside my mouth then you’ll feel what I’m feeling, like before.”

Charlie’s eyes lit up, “Okay,” he said before he moved forward again, this time allowing his tongue to press for entry into Nick’s mouth which he hungrily accepted. With their tongues tangled inside Nick’s mouth, Charlie sighed with relief; he could feel everything Nick was feeling. It was like he was alive again, here in Nick’s arms.

Charlie could have kept kissing Nick forever, he never wanted to break apart now he could feel again. But Nick needed air, he was still alive. Nick reluctantly broke the kiss, cursing his lungs for needing oxygen to survive.

Looking into Charlie’s eyes as he hovered above him, Nick asked, “Still want me to get out?” Mimicking the deep voice Charlie had used to scare him before.
Charlie replied with a smirk, “Absolutely not!” Before capturing Nick’s mouth again for a passionate kiss, his hands wandering over Nick’s naked body. Sensing Nick’s thoughts, Charlie pulled away this time and cheekily asked, “Ready for round 2 already?”