𝐒.𝐇.𝐈.𝐄.𝐋.𝐃𝐬 𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐒

3. Sex With A Ghost (Part 2)

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The doorknob clattered and turned as Bucky waited patiently at the door for Sam to get home from work. Rather then their usual routine, he was having double the hours, and Bucky was left alone to suffer through the night.

It was silly, but Bucky was scared of being alone. He heard eeks and creaks deep inside the skeleton of the large house and, though Bucky was a ghost, he was terrified of what might be hiding deep in the walls. A thick, wooden door slipped open and revealed that beautiful, familiar face.

The ghost felt his breath catch in his throat and happiness rolled along his smaller body. He dashed to Sam, wrapping his arms around him tightly, brows knitted. As Bucky pulled back a little, to look into the man's eyes, his cheeks broke out into a cool blush; "you're home!"

Sam slowly looped his arms around his body, and he pushed his face into the crook of his neck. He didn't want to ruin this little moment with a string of questions; why are you holding me? Are you okay? Bucky, I haven't seen you move an inch since I got home.

No.

None of that.

Instead, he pulled back to gaze into his eyes, admiring the ghouls every feature. Sam drew in a shaky breath. He'd been just as lonely as Bucky was. Sam was quickly starting to feel his work suck his soul dry, day after day. He wanted to help, but, really, he wasn't sure if he truly could. Not with the system In place, a system broken, a system most people couldn't crawl out of.

" How was work?" Bucky whispered, reaching a hand up to cup Sam's cheek. As a smile spread along his lips he pulled the stuff out of his hands and moved away to put it down for him. " You look beat,"

" I am, I'm tired." Sam admitted quietly. He watched his poltergeist run around, energetically putting his coat up and setting his stuff to the side gingerly. " Real tired.."

" I can tell.."

" How was your day? Doesn't look like you've moved an inch since I left.." Sam trailed off, feeling soft hands push him so he was sitting down on the couch.

Bucky opened his mouth to speak but, embarrassment washed over him. He sat gazing at Sam, like there was something on his mind but his lips wouldn't spit it out.

"What is it?"

" What is what?"

" You're giving me puppy dog eyes, what are you thinking?"

" Nothing!"

" Don't give me that."

Bucky blushes as he looked away. Slowly he got on his knees in front of Sam. The ghost was beautiful, even in death. Pale cheeks with a light pink tint, blue eyes as warm as the ocean tide, he was so kissable. So kissable. Sam could feel himself draw in a nervous breath as he watched Bucky rest his face upon his thigh.

" Well I was just thinking.." The ghost trailed off as he slid his eyes away from him. Too embarrassed to gaze at him any longer. He could bare it. " These last few weeks, have been nice."

" Oh? Are you saying you like my company, Casper?" Sam smirked, reaching down. He gripped the boys chin gently and forced his blue eyes to meet his own.

" Don't let it go to your head."

" Me? Never!"

A silence washed over Bucky, and he found himself pulled closer to his human companion. Like a devoted dog he leaned up to connect their lips, hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. All this pining, he couldn't help it. Something about Sam drew him in and god he couldn't help it.

They say a heart is a home; if Bucky was a ghost then why not haunt there too?

Why not feel his soul, cursed to roam this dark world for all eternity, dance with the beat of Sam's wild heart?

Sam let out a breath of surprise; and oh so slowly he settled his big hands in the boys deep brown hair. His lashes fluttered shut as cold lips rolled against his warm ones, bringing himself even closer to his little ghost.

" Hah.. Sam," James whispered, his voice breathy and eyes sparkling with hope as he lifted his gaze.

" What is it?"

Bucky was slow and careful with his movements. His eyes were filled with worry; he had been thinking about it for so long. Ever since Sam had moved into his haunted little home. It was rocky at first but, he had to make sure Sam wasn't some kind of psychopath...

Okay. Maybe Bucky would admit he was scared.

He was scared now, standing in front of the man who held all of his desire, who cradled his dead heart in warm hands. Bucky could picture the site now; a small, miserable little organ in the palm of Sam's hands. They were so big and yet so delicate.

" I am no longer a man. I have never been a god.." Bucky started slowly. He stepped even closer, which, the ghost wasn't sure was possible. The little movement caused his beautiful human to tremble. Fingertips traced up and down Sam's hand and his eyes, filled with love, gazed up at him. "I am a monster, and I have no right to ask you this. For I am dead and my soul should be rested..."

Sam cut him off with a long, desperate kiss. Long. Warm. He took his time, taking every second of the kiss like it will be his last. Even in this tender embrace he could feel Sam devouring his every inch. Swallowing every desire, every hope, every hurt.

" Sam,"

" James, please don't speak." Sam whispered, his voice breathy and shaking lightly.

Bucky went quiet, gasping as two large arms looped around his hips. He found himself sighing against his every kiss as fingertips dragged down his soft back and under his pants. Sam's arm tightened around his hips as he reached up to wet two fingers with spit, reaching down to tease his entrance.

The little ghost let out a soft noise, desperation crawling up his skin. His cheeks were burning up as he pushed against the fingers that played with him. Eyes tilting up to gaze at Sam's angelic face, his mouth fell open. Two warm fingers inching inside him, stretching his tight walls.

Bucky looked like a filthy thing, mouth wide open and hands clawing at Sam like an over excitable mutt. Before he knew it his fingers were moving and his thighs were trembling. He tried to close them, squirming against the pleasure, unable to mutter a word. Sam gingerly sank his knee between his perfect little thighs and held him closer to his body so there wasn't a single gap between their body.

Sam let out a happy breath as he gazed upon the angelic thing. Drool on his soft lips, happy little whines escaping him.

" You're being so good," He purred against the ghosts ear.

The praise sent squirms down his body and Bucky tilted his face up for a deep, loving kiss. Soft lips rolled against Sam's in between hot pants, and warmth coiled inside his belly.

" Look me in the eyes," Sam cooed and grasped his soft little face, forcing their eyes to meet.

A sigh left him as Bucky's orgasm fluttered through his body like a swarm of butterflies, cumming in white ribbons against Sam. They felt warm lip press against his beautiful face, and as he drew in a shaky breath, Sam whispered his praise against his ear.

Bucky didn't take his eyes off the human; tonight was not the end. He'd never, ever, part with this man again.
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