by Drew Zachary
"You're no fun." Jesse let him go, though, and looked up as Joe thumped back down the stairs. "Heh, he's a mess, too. Cool."
"Okay," Joe said. "Guys are on their way to deal with this stuff and take the jewelry into evidence. I have a bit of paperwork to do, but maybe we can grab that beer first? Oh, and is Lockhart gone? Yanya insists that no matter what else, that's what you were hired to take care of." He rolled his eyes.
"He's gone. I'll let her know the case has been wrapped up. And sure, I'd love a beer." He was going to get in all the celebrating that he could. He grabbed the bucket and cleaning supplies. "Let me just go reassure Yanya and I'll be back to grab the rest of my stuff."
"Cool."
"You're going to go drink with him instead of going home to mess around with me?" Jesse didn't sound overly pleased.
DB waited until he was up the stairs and in Yanya's back room before answering. "A beer, Jesse. I'm having a single beer with a friend to celebrate the fact that the case ended so successfully. And then I'm going to go home and make tinglys with you, okay?"
Jesse snorted, but the end of it was a laugh he couldn't quite disguise. "Make tinglys. That sounds so silly. Am I invited on this drink, or are you and your new friend Joe -- who, by the way, is keeping his eyes to himself for a change -- going to do this without the extra chair?"
"It's up to you, Jesse -- but you know you don't like it when I ignore you, and being in a pub... I feel awkward acknowledging you, even if Joe does know. And, yeah, I let him know what was what." DB sighed. This was the part that was going to bring him grief forever. "You were right. About him liking me and wanting to be more than just friends. I set him straight, though."
Jesse went so still that for a moment DB wondered if he was going to vanish. "I told you! Did he touch you? He did, didn't he?" Jesse turned around like he was going to go yell at Joe, for all the good it would do. "Wait, you told him?" He swung around again. "About you and me?"
DB folded his arms and leaned back against the door. "Uh-huh."
"About you and me together?" Jesse came closer. Really close. "That you're with me and he can't have you because you're mine? All that?"
"Yes! Yes! It was getting all weird, because he just wouldn't leave it alone. He figured you must be watching because you were around all the time and it just got... weird. Like, he wouldn't mind you watching him and me do it weird."
Jesse froze again, his mouth hanging open. "What? He wants me to watch you and him? I'd kill him, but with my luck he'd be a ghost and I'd be stuck with him on my side!"
"Calm down -- he said that before he knew you were the other guy." DB shook his head. "No one is watching anyone do anything. At least not if it involves me."
"Oh." Jesse stood in front of him looking confused and agitated. "Okay. So, just so I'm clear. He knows now and he's stopped with the eyes and the flirting. And you don't want him, you want me. So it's okay for you to go hang out, and I'll meet you at home in a while where you'll make me all tingly. Right?"
"Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. It's just a beer and a bit of conversation, Jesse. I'm coming home to you. And hell, if you want to hang out with us, you can, but I'm not holding conversations with the dead while drinking this beer. It's strictly a celebratory beer. On all sides."
Jesse kissed him again, this time almost entirely tingles except for the pressure of a hand on DB's arm. "I'll see you at home. You did good work today, DB."
DB blinked in surprise. "Yeah, so did you."
He could hear Yanya bringing someone who had to be the fraud cop back, given the way she was complaining. "See you at home in a bit."
"Okay. I'll be waiting." Jesse stepped back and grinned at him. "Naked." Then he vanished. Typical.
DB rolled his eyes and squared his shoulders -- he had the cops and Yanya to deal with still before he and Joe could go get that beer. He sure hoped this didn't take as long as he was beginning to suspect it might.
There was a beer with his name on it and a naked ghost waiting for him.
***
Jesse figured one of the nicest things about being dead -- and there weren't very many nice things, aside from the lack of head colds and the easy clean-up after sex -- was that he never got chilly. He could lay around naked for ages with no problems other than boredom.
Of course, the cure for boredom when naked was obvious, and Jesse was well on his way into round two when he heard DB come home.
DB was whistling off key, and he could smell the cigarettes and beer as DB came down the hall toward the bedroom.
"Have fun?" Jesse called, slowing his hand but not stopping. Maybe DB could get undressed really fast if Jesse teased a bit.
"Uh-huh. I had two beers, but I needed them. It took forever for the fraud guys to get wrapped up, and I drank the first one really quickly." DB looked up as he came in, eyes going wide. "You started without me."
"And finished once already. Want to be part of this one?" Jesse stroked himself again, nice and slow, one leg bending at the knee. "Come and play."
"Slow down already," DB groused, tugging his shirt up over his head, not even bothering with the buttons, and then pulling off his pants.
"Like this?" Jesse half sat up to watch DB strip, his hand just holding on and squeezing a little. "Think you can catch up?" God, DB was sexy. Jesse squeezed again and made a quiet sound, wanting.
"Yeah. I do." DB got naked. His stomach muscles rippled as he made his way to the bed, cock rising rapidly.
"Oh, good. I want that." God, he wanted it. Jesse held out his arms to DB and lay back again. "I want to taste you."
"Oh, fuck." DB climbed onto the bed, straddling Jesse’s chest, and fed his cock in between Jesse's lips. They'd never done anything with DB on top before.
Jesse would have cheered, but he was too busy sucking on DB's prick to try. The weight of DB pressing down on him, the angle as DB pushed in -- it was enough to make Jesse's balls ache. He sucked harder and cupped DB's ass, encouraging his lover to thrust.
"Jesse. Oh, God, that's good." DB's eyes were closed, his hands on the headboard as he started to push in, hips working slowly.
"Uh-huh." It came out garbled and muffled, but that was okay. Jesse licked and sucked and let DB in, then let his hands drift down between DB's thighs. God, just feeling DB was going to get Jesse close to coming.
"Jesse." DB whispered his name, cock leaking pre-come onto his tongue.
Jesse licked at it, lapping up the flavor. "You taste so good." He looked up at DB's face and licked again, dipping his tongue into the tiny slit. "All mine."
"Uh-huh." A shudder went through DB. "More."
Jesse licked again and took the head of DB's cock into his mouth. He suckled softly, watching DB's face, and teased at the crease of one thigh. If he had more control, Jesse was sure that he'd be able to add tingles in without losing the solid use of his mouth. Maybe some day; for now it was safer to just go with what he knew he could do. The fingers crept higher.
Groaning, DB moved faster, cock getting harder in his mouth. With an answering moan, Jesse opened wide, his lips stretching to let DB all the way in, all the way down; his cock throbbed and he humped at the air as he tried to swallow DB whole, fingers and mouth teasing and loving. Closing his eyes, Jesse played with DB's balls and hole, pretty sure DB was getting close to coming.
"Jesse!" He was right; with that shout, DB came, heat pouring down Jesse's throat.
Jesse didn't even have time to think, not really. He swallowed and licked and he could hear moaning -- it took a moment to realize it was his own voice. With a grunt, he shoved DB off and over, then followed and climbed on, rubbing his cock frantically along DB's hip. "Yes. Yes, yes, yes." God, it felt good, better and better each time they managed to get this far.
DB's hand slid down to wrap around his cock, squeezing him tight.
Jesse thrust into DB’s fist and froze, glorying in the throb of his erection as he came, knowing that DB was holding him, touching him. "Yes," he whispered, fi
nally relaxing and laying his head on DB's chest. "That's it. Just like that. Nice."
DB patted his back, the touch starting out as real and fading slowly. "Yeah, nice."
"Mmm." Jesse sighed and made himself move over a bit instead of sinking right into DB. "Sorry about the finish, Cutie. Have to work on the snuggle, I guess."
"Yeah, that would be good." DB shifted onto his side and smiled. "Things are looking up."
"They are." Jesse grinned. "Man, we're getting better at that. We're totally going to be doing it on the table for my birthday."
DB rolled his eyes, laughter filling the room. "You really never do think of anything else, do you?"
"Just when I'm working." And even then, if they got down to it, Jesse was either trying to save DB or get him home so they could mess around. "I'm a simple kind of guy." Happy, Jesse snuggled down, pleased that things had worked out yet again.
***
DB opened the mail, crowing when the one from Belvedere Insurance turned out to be his reward check for finding the emeralds. He waved it at Jesse. "Check it out! We're solvent again."
"Fantastic!" Jesse smirked at DB from his chair. "Take me out for dinner. Buy me a new suit. Oh, I know, take me on a trip!"
He was possibly the most annoying ghost in the history of the world.
DB rolled his eyes and debated flipping Jesse the bird. He was in too good a mood, though. "This, my friend, is my ticket back to someone answering the phones and making coffee."
Jesse suddenly looked more sincere with his joy. "Real coffee that smells good? Someone to file, dust, and make you stop smoking in the office? A secretary? Yes, please!"
"Yep to it all, except the not smoking in the office thing." Speaking of... he reached for his pack and lit up, taking a nice, slow drag. Hey, if he didn't have a case and they weren't making out, there was nothing like teasing Jesse.
"That's a filthy, dirty habit," Jesse said seriously. "Disgusting. Unprofessional."
Apparently even dying wasn't enough to take the edge off craving cigarettes for Jesse. He only got whiny about it when he really wanted one, too. Well, that and when DB was blowing smoke rings through Jesse's chest.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He leaned back in his chair, feet up on the desk, and blew a smoke ring or three.
"We're going to have to learn to get off quietly if there's a secretary out there," Jesse informed him. "Well, you will. I doubt we'll find a secretary who can see me. I can yell as much as I want."
"Oh, no, once we have a secretary there will be no more doing it at the office." DB pointed at Jesse. "You're going to have to wait until we get home."
"Yeah, right." Jesse grinned at him and made a move to undo his pants. Jesse paused, though, when the phone rang.
DB cackled. "Saved by the bell." He picked up the phone. "Black Investigations."
"DB, hey." Joe sounded all business, which was a bit of a change. The last few times they'd talked, it had been about having a fast drink or the latest ball scores. "Busy?"
"Not at this exact second. What can I do for you?" He mouthed "Joe" at Jesse, in the interest of full disclosure and all. Nothing untoward was happening between them, but Jesse liked to feel included.
Jesse nodded and stopped messing with his fly, thank God. He even looked like he was paying attention, and not just because he thought Joe might make a pass -- Joe hadn't done that since Yanya's basement.
"Is Jesse with you today?" Joe asked, his voice low. "Or can you find him?"
DB laughed. Like Jesse wouldn't be here. "He's like an American Express card, Joe."
Jesse's eyebrows shot up.
"You don't leave home without him?"
"That's right. So yes, he's here. I take it you've got something that needs his particular skill set?"
"Oh, this I have to hear." Jesse got up and went right to DB, politely walking around the desk instead of through it.
"Maybe, yeah." Joe sighed and started to explain. "You know the old General Hospital out on Highway Two? Well, we've got two bodies out here and nothing to go on. Since the place is supposed to be haunted, I thought maybe you and Jesse could come out and maybe talk to... uh, witnesses. If you get me."
Oh, great. A hospital. One that was supposedly haunted by patients who died on the mental ward, among other places. It sounded like such fun. "If we find anything useful, do we get paid -- confidential informants and all that?"
"Yeah, yeah." Joe sounded amused. "I won't use you up, DB. Come on, help me out. You'll get paid."
"What do I get?" Jesse asked.
"Okay, we can be there in twenty minutes."
"I'll meet you at the door. It's kind of messy, DB. Be prepared. The bodies are okay, but the roof leaks." Joe laughed and hung up.
"Oh, joy. Messy crime scene and crazy ghosts. At least I'm getting paid." He set the phone back on its cradle and took another drag of his cigarette.
"Sure, you're getting paid." Jesse rolled his eyes. "But what do I get?"
DB stubbed out his cigarette and stood, making sure to pocket his pad of paper and his pen. "Same thing you always get -- vicarious smoke and my undying gratitude."
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