Page 61 of Squad Ghouls

“Again,” he said. “Who are you?”

“My name is Nathan,” the ghost said. “I have been unable to pass on for a while now. I have heard talk of this place and managed to find my way over.”

That got Owain’s attention fully.

“OH!” he said, voice bright and eyes turning sparkly with excitement. “I can totally help. Let me just put my shorts on.”

“Must you?” Nathan asked, and for once, I agreed with the ghost. Shorts should be forbidden for Owain. Outlawed. His arse was a testament to a higher power and as such should be revered and admired by everyone. Forever.

Actually no. Admired by me and me alone.

“I must,” Owain said, wiggling a bit against me to get out and find his clothes. I watched him bend and pick his shorts up, my cock making a valid attempt to just get hard again at the sight of him on offer like that.

“You gave it a good go, son,” Nathan said. “Stronger men would have flopped when faced with that beauty.”

I swung my arm and swished it through his mouth, past his teeth and all the way through his head before pulling it back.

“Too bad you can’t feel that,” I said as his face returned to its previous shape.

“Ryan!” Owain chastised me, walking over and perching himself against the desk. “We have to be nice to Nathan.”

“We really don’t.”

“Yes, we do,” Owain said. “He is trying to pass over and I’ll do everything I can to help him get there.

“You are a doll,” Nathan said.

“I can help him pass over in five seconds flat,” I said petulantly.

“Do you do everything in five seconds?” Nathan asked.

“Fuck you! That was longer than—” I started but Owain cut me off again.

“Nathan, would you like to come in?” he asked and Nathan nodded, pushing himself through the wall until he was standing next to us. Too close to Owain.

I watched him lift his head and take a long breath before sagging disappointedly.

“Is something wrong?” Owain asked, worry etched on his pretty features. How was he so lovely all the fucking time?

“I was expecting to be able to still feel things after I died,” Nathan said, shuffling in place a bit. “Touch, taste, smell…”

His words registered just a split second later, and I glared.

“Were you just trying to smell…sex in here?” I asked.

Owain gasped, turning to me in outrage as he pressed a palm to his chest. “Ryan, what is wrong with you?” he asked before turning back to Nathan. “I am so sorry. He’s usually…”

“Right?” Nathan asked, zero shame to be found.

“Excuse me?” Owain asked.

“Your young lover is right,” Nathan said. “I was hoping I’d catch a whiff of that…wonderful display you just put on. Alas…”

“We weren’t putting anything on,” Owain said. “We were just—”

“Enjoying your youth and beauty,” Nathan said. “I understand that completely, believe me. But as it happens you were situated in front of a window, and well, one really can’t help but admire…”

“One sure fucking can,” I bit back, because the fucker was a creep and I didn’t like it one bit. “You sure I can’t just zap him?”