Hexes and Dream Time

A crash rang out through the small apartment and Chris nearly jumped out of his skin. "Jesus Christ Ricky, what the fuck did you just do?" Ricky peeked his head around the corner with his bloody hand wrapped in a towel. "I broke a glass...Fuck, that hurt." The small guitarist hissed as he cradled his hurt palm.

"That's like the third one this week. I swear someone put a curse on you." Chris spoke in shock. "I know, I know...I found like this weird little bag in my room too." Chris continued to stare at him in awe. "Sounds like some dark shit, man. I wonder if we could like find someone that specializes in stuff like that."

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It took a few weeks, but they finally found someone and arranged a meeting. Chris and Ricky were currently looking around the store. There were all sorts of bones, herbs, powders, and shrunken heads around the interior. A figure finally emerged in all black clothing with a black veil over the face. "How may I assist you?"

"Um, I called in. My name is Ricky, and this is Chris." The figure finally pulled back his veil with a hand covered in black paint. Light greyish-blue eyes focused them. The face had black lips, paint, and ripping fabric stretched across it. Wild dreads spread out in all directions down to the shoulders.

"Ah yes. Ricky, this way. Chris, I ask you please stay here. My work is currently only with Mr. Olson. No matter what you hear, do not worry." Chris nodded with a strange look on his face as Ricky followed the other male to the back. "You may have a seat. Get as comfortable as possible. Now, may I see the bag you found? You may call me Ghost." Ghost extended a hand covered in black paint, and Ricky placed it gently within his palm.

Ghost untied the bag and examined the contents of small bones, herbs, and a ring carefully. "This is very dark indeed. This ring is yours?" Ricky nodded, "Yes it is my ring. So what do I do to reverse the curse?" Ghost placed the bag on the table between them and pulled a skull from the floor beside him. The air began to turn electric as the shopkeeper's eyes rolled back into his head and all the white candles around the room began to flicker.

Ricky's hair began to stand on end as an ethereal wind began to swirl around them. Ghost closed his eyes and rested his hand over the bag. His eyes immediately snapped open. "Ricky, stay here. I'll be back down in a moment." Ghost disappeared back into the front of his shop.

Upon returning, he stuffed a small square white cloth with a small bundle of herbs and began to tie the cloth so the herbs would stay in. Writing Ricky's name on a purple candle, Ghost began to smear lavender oil carefully on the candle. He sprinkled salt carefully over the doll he'd fashioned of herbs and cloth. "Now Ricky, you must relax and allow the candle to burn. The hex has been removed. This is my room, so the bathroom is over there. A shower is highly suggested." Ricky had never seen anything remotely similar in his whole life. "A shower...?"

"Yes; the shower will ensure and cleanse the last tendrils of the curse from your body, for sure." Ricky nodded slowly. He had no idea if any of this truly worked, but he had a feeling he shouldn't speak or show any doubt. Carefully he moved into the bathroom to shower as Ghost moved back to the front with Chris. Chris was a bit weary of Ghost.

"So is everything better?" he spoke to the smaller male. "Yes, Ricky is just in the shower. Then you both can go back home, curse free."

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Ricky stepped out of the shower carefully, and tied a towel tightly around his waist. His long hair dripped water onto his tattooed chest and back as he walked from the bathroom carrying his old clothes in his arms. Ghost blushed as his eyes met Ricky's from where he was sitting at the table having tea with Chris. "Oh...I'll probably have some clothes that'll fit you. Just give me a second." Ghost placed his tea carefully on the table and stood before heading over to a drawer and rummaging through it.

Ricky took the pajamas he was given, and returned into the bathroom. Ghost returned to his seat with Chris. "It's getting late...and you both came all the way from Pennsylvania. Would you like to stay here for the night? There's an extra room upstairs with two beds." Chris looked at Ghost carefully, only to see kindness. "That's very nice of you. We might have to take you up on that."

That was how Chris and Ricky ended up staying with Ghost for the night. Ricky was peacefully asleep until he jerked awake. He looked around the room a bit before his eyes landed on Chris sleeping with an arm thrown over his face. Rick pulled himself up slowly and descended down the stairs to the lower floor. The candles were all alight and cast a gentle glow throughout the room.

Ghost was sitting carefully with a towel around his waist and his dreads dripping wet. Ricky could finally see his pale skin covered in gorgeous and colorful tattoos in the candlelight. Ghost turned and looked at him with a beautiful almost completely feminine face that was beginning to turn red and void of paint and makeup. "What're you doing up at this hour?" he spoke softly to Ricky. "Umm...I just couldn't sleep anymore. Why're you still up?"

"Nothing, really. Was checking up on everything, took a shower, and was just meditating." Ricky's eyes slowly began to travel over the alluring sight of Ghost's skin in the candles' light. "Ah...That sounds relaxing..." Ghost's eyes watched Ricky closely. "Um, Rick. Why are you staring at me like that?"

Ricky licked his lips and moved forward cautiously, sliding a hand up Ghost's tattooed arm. The skin was amazingly soft to the touch. "Because...I just can't help but admire how your skin beautifully glows within the candlelight. I just can't help myself. I have to touch you. You look so surreal right now, baby." Ghost's cheeks really burned. He stared up at Ricky with soft doe-eyes.

Ricky leisurely began to lean down into him and locked their lips together. Softly, at first. Then the gentle kiss became heated and more urgent as Ghost began to return the initial gentle press. Within moments, the couple were laid out on the floor, Ricky on top of Ghost with Ghost's hands holding onto his biceps and growing heat between them. Ghost shuddered softly as Ricky trailed a rough and calloused hand over the supple and delicate skin just below hi-

Ghost moaned out lowly as that rough hand cupped him beneath the towel. The flesh quickly becoming heated and engorged. "You obviously want this too, don't you baby?" Ricky growled softly in his ear, grinding his own aroused length behind the pajama bottoms against Ghost's bared own. Both men moaned out. Suddenly the heat became too hot, and Ricky was covering Ghost's neck in bites and kisses that ranged from soft to hard and caused Ghost's moans and squeaks of pleasure to range as well.

"Oh baby, please..." Ghost mewled softly. "Your wish is my command, baby doll." Ricky grunted softly as he positioned his length and pushed into the scorching heat before him. Both moaned again and Ricky was already so close to losing himself. He began to rock slowly into Ghost and Ghost wrapped his legs tightly around him. Ghost's moans filled his ears and Ricky used his stomach to rub against Ghost's erection between them.

Ghost was beginning to fall apart with the heat rising to his ears and head. "Oh Ricky, I'm about to..." He moaned before his release shot out in beautiful pearly ribbons between them. Ricky moaned, Ghost had become even tighter around him with his release. Then he also fell apart, delivering his seed into the soft male beneath him. "Oh..."

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Ricky jumped awake softly as he felt something (or better yet, someone) shift against his body. He looked down to find his cute little Ghost, securely in his arms and they were safely on the tour bus. Ghost stirred slightly and peeked up with groggy eyes. "Good morning, my love." Ricky smirked. "Good morning, baby. Mm, have a nice dream?"

"Oh yes, it was perfect. It was about you, of course. You're always on my mind, baby." Ricky smiled as he pressed a sweet kiss to his boyfriend's temple.