#ghostale

He can feel the heat from the other man’s skin, the sticky sweetness of the last drink Ghost had drank at their shared table clinging to Rudy’s mouth as Alejandro kisses his cheek, licking over the rough stripe of stubble there. “Rudy’s been looking forward to this,” Alejandro says, not looking at Ghost but tracking his movements all the same. 

The other man’s hands rest on Rudy’s hips, his thumbs pressed against the curve of bone just beneath the surface. Alejandro presses his hands over Ghost’s, a flinch echoing beneath his touch but Ghost settles once more. Reminds him of a dog, too used to being beaten and craving sweetness all the same. 

“Yeah?” Ghost rasps. Alejandro moves their hands to the fastening of Rudy’s trousers, smoothing Ghost’s palms over the line of Rudy’s cock. Ghost continues, his voice strained, cracking on the edge of his own wants, “Thought he was scared of ghosts.”

“Aterrorizado.” Rudy leans back to Alejandro, one hand braced against Ghost’s shoulder. His breath speeds up as Ghost’s hands move beneath Alejandro’s. “Como algo sacado de las peliculas.”

It’s the matter of a couple of moments to strip Rudy, his trousers pooling beneath his feet before he kicks it aside, the same with his shoes. His shirt is thrown, the fabric catching on Alejandro’s shoulder before he shakes it free. Ghost’s gaze sweeps over Rudy, catching on the flash of silver through his nipple before it moves lower, settling on his cock, hard and curving towards his thigh. 

“Rudy’s first love,” Alejandro croons, placing Ghost’s hands back onto Rudy’s hips before he begins to move the pair, nudging Ghost backwards up the bed so Rudy can scramble in between his legs. “Not an actor but the character he played. He wore a mask too, kept his face hidden.”

“Want to fuck your thighs,” Rudy murmurs, his eyes dark. He’s not pulling against Alejandro’s hold on his shoulder, but he’s leaning into it, drawing Alejandro closer by proxy. Ghost releases Rudy’s hips to shove his trousers down just enough to expose a stripe of bare skin at the apex of his thighs, his shirt close to his belly, his boxers dark. There’s a smattering of scars there, some pale silvers that encompass one thigh like rings on a tree trunk and a dark patch on the other, perfectly square. 

Still beautiful, still one of the hottest things Alejandro has ever seen.

Alejandro bites at Rudy’s neck, working a bruise into the tang of sweat layered over the skin there. Ghost tugs a sheet closer, hooks one leg behind Rudy’s hip to draw him forwards before the sheet covers the juncture of his thighs. There’s a slight pause, fabric rustling, and Ghost shoves his trousers to one side, bare beneath the sheet. 

“Go on, love.” Alejandro sits back on his heels behind Rudy. Beyond him, Ghost’s gaze shines in the low light and he couldn’t decide if Ghost is watching him or Rudy. “Fuck him good enough for us both.”