Chapter 36
After drying off with a towel, and tossing it into the dirty bin, instead of putting on the pajamas that were sitting on the stone counter near the sink, Ollie tugged on the plush dark forest-green robe that was hanging on one of the hooks on Noble’s bathroom door.
Based on the size alone, it must have been meant for him, as it certainly would not fit Noble.
With it being so late, and Noble’s place being closer, they’d decided to crash there for the night.
Walking out of the bathroom, he stood there eyeing Noble, who was changing the sheets on the king-sized wooden-framed four-poster bed to a dark green that matched the deep-green vertical paneling on three of the bedroom walls.
The man was wearing a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, having showered first due to Ollie needing a moment to decompress.
Or rather, he’d felt overwhelmed, and just wanted to sit there and not think or talk.
“Do you…?” Ollie trailed off with a wince.
Tossing a pillow he just finished with onto the bed, Noble looked at him. “Yes?”
Ollie sighed and then forced the words out. “Do you think all ghosts are going to be murder victims?”
The man pursed his lips. “I mean, it’s a possibility that most ghosts you come across will have died that way.
I’m not sure if it’s the strength of emotions that make them able to stay behind, but those who were murdered would likely have a greater reason to stay than others.
Then again, you could end up finding plenty of ghosts who have regrets after dying of natural causes or accidents.
You’d likely be able to find the answers to who becomes a ghost in that secret library of yours. ”
“So…maybe and maybe not? But…is it always going to be this sad?!”
“Was it sad the first time?”
Ollie blinked. “The…first time?” He wrinkled his nose as he remembered, in far too much detail, what had happened with the first ghost. “Ugh…I mean, no, not really. It was definitely more about the physical pain, paired with the worry of dying, and the possibility of going to jail due to the dead body. So, yeah, I’d describe it more as panic inducing.
But I also didn’t see any of the victim’s family. ”
Noble chuckled. “So, no, not all of them will be sad. As for today, rather than sad, I think you should view it as something happy. Today, you helped Irene move on, while also helping her family to finally get closure. And in the end, Irene was happy, wasn’t she?”
Happy…? Her eyes…he’d met her eyes and there had been…
sadness there. But it wasn’t heavy or devastating, it was more the sadness that came with finally saying goodbye.
There was more than that, though. Noble was right, Irene had been happy.
He may not have recognized it in that moment, but he did now. Irene had been relieved and happy.
But instead of explaining all that, as his brain was tired, he just said, “She was…smiling at the end.”
“Ollie, you need to understand that ghosts can be stuck here for centuries, in limbo, unable to do anything aside from watch and wait. While the things you learn about them may be heartbreaking to you, and even make you cry, the results of your involvement will always be happy, because you are freeing them. You are giving them their happy ending.”
Their happy ending? Was it better to move on to some unknown place than be stuck in limbo, unable to touch or do anything, most without a chance to ever be seen again, let alone talk to someone?
He supposed, to most, it definitely would.
Even to Ollie, the second option sounded like a nightmare—a very lonely one.
So what if learning about the ghosts made him sad?
! Wasn’t that little bit of pain worth it if he could help them?
What was a little emotional pain compared to what he could do for them? Nothing, that’s what. A slow smile formed on his face, and he softly rasped, “I am, aren’t I? What I’m doing is a good thing.”
“It is.”
He giggled giddily. “I’m needed.”
Noble laughed. “You are more than needed, Baby. You are wanted.” The man’s gaze slid over him, turning heated. “Happen to be wearing anything under that?”
“Nope!”
“Come here,” Noble growled. Moving to scoop him up, one arm grabbed under his ass.
Ollie squealed happily, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck as their lips joined. When Noble delved inside with his tongue at the barest parting of his lips, he could only moan and open his mouth wider to let him further inside.
Shuddering as Noble untied the belt on his robe and tugged it off him, the man remained standing there, kissing him for only a moment longer before tugging down his own pajama pants and stepping out of them.
He was naked, and Noble was bare from the waist down, and when Ollie clung to his boyfriend as he carried him to the bed, his prick rapidly hardened.
But instead of lying him down, Noble climbed onto the bed with him in his lap, the man stretching his legs out in front of them.
Perched there naked, Ollie gripped Noble’s shoulders and ground down against the man’s hardening cock beneath him, which was currently nestled partly between his cheeks, the head pressed beneath his sack. Noble groaned in response, the sound vibrating against his lips.
By the time they finally broke their kiss, they were both panting softly, and were fully hard. Staring into his boyfriend’s heat-filled gaze, Ollie licked his wet lips as a spark of need tumbled through him. It just felt so…heady to be wanted.
As if reading his mind, Noble smirked and caressed the side of his face before kissing along his jaw, seeming to feather kisses over his freckles as he trailed down his neck.
“You taste so good, Baby,” Noble rumbled. After placing another soft kiss into the crook of his neck, he added, “So beautiful.”
Ollie shuddered when the man’s voice sent tingles along his skin. But as hot and turned on as he was, he couldn’t seem to stop himself from blurting out, “You’re the one who’s beautiful.”
Noble pulled back from his neck, and he averted his gaze as his boyfriend’s eyes narrowed.
The man began to caress the side of his face with his thumb again, as he ordered, “Ollie, look at me.”
Gnawing on his bottom lip, he continued to look away.
“Ollie,” Noble growled.
“What?!” he huffed, as he finally met his gaze, his face heating in embarrassment. Ollie tried to glare, but he wasn’t sure how effective it was based on the unchanged stern expression on Noble’s face. Maybe I can find a hole to crawl into? Yes, a hole would be nice right about now.
“Baby, you are beautiful.”
“You—”
“I am old, and covered in scars.” Noble leaned back slightly to tug his shirt off.
Tossing it onto the floor, he grabbed one of Ollie’s hands and traced it over a long, jagged scar that ran beneath his left pec.
“See, far from beautiful. You, on the other hand, are not only that, but also adorably covered in freckles. Freckles I have the urge to kiss every time I see them.”
He slid his hand up, groping the man’s chest as he murmured, “I don’t know. You’ve got this sexy silver fox thing going on, and I feel like the scars just add to that… Meanwhile, I’m thin…pale—”
“You are small, but that just makes it easier for me to move you where I want you. As for your skin…breathtaking…” Noble smirked. “Though I have to say, I especially enjoy how easily it lets me leave my mark behind.”
“F-flatterer,” Ollie stuttered. His eyes were drawn to Noble’s many scars, and he traced a small one near the right side of his collarbone, as he asked, “Could you tell me about them one day?”
He felt the man tense ever so slightly beneath him, even though his smirk never changed, while he gently grabbed and moved Ollie’s hand away. “Maybe one day.”
Nose wrinkling, he blurted, “You know what, this is far too much talking when we should be having sex.”
Noble chuckled. “Is it?’
“Yes!”
He grunted when Ollie slammed their mouths back together, remaining surprised for a mere second before moving to deepen the kiss and explore Ollie’s mouth.
The man moaned into his mouth, as he started to writhe and rub his ass against his already-hard cock.
Noble blindly reached over and pulled open the drawer of the nearest nightstand.
Snagging the bottle he knew was lube, he reached around Ollie’s body to squirt some into his other hand before tossing it aside. Ollie’s muffled whine as he slipped a wet finger between the man’s cheeks, had his cock jerking and leaking a drop of pre-cum.
After coating the tight ring of Ollie’s hole, he pressed a finger inside, and his Baby broke the kiss with a breathy, “Yes!”
The witch began to rock against his finger as he thrusted it inside, and Noble quickly added a second. Ollie hissed slightly at the burn, but the way the man’s cock twitched and dripped told him all he needed to know about whether his boyfriend was enjoying it.
Licking his lips, he watched the rosy-pink color spread across Ollie’s pale, freckled skin, deepening as he became more turned on. Knowing the man liked to talk during sex, Noble rumbled, “Does that feel good, Baby?”
“Mm, good,” Ollie whimpered. “Want more. Want your cock.”
Noble couldn’t say he didn’t find it adorable that, while the man normally tried not to swear, that restraint went out the window during sex.
“Do you?” he teased.
“Yes, give me more! All of it tonight, no condom. I deserve it. I worked so hard.”
Noble chuckled as he pressed a third finger inside the witch, causing him to cry out softly. “You did indeed work very hard.”
He fingered Ollie uninterrupted up until his Baby shoved him back on the bed. Bouncing slightly on the plush mattress, the man pulled his fingers free and brushed his hand aside, before lifting up to grab Noble’s cock.
As the witch braced one hand on Noble’s chest, with a laugh, he asked, “Feeling impatient, Baby?”