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After they had tidied up the last of the mess from the s’mores, Huck had been happy to snuggle up with Grant back in his hotel room. They fell asleep holding one another, and Huck found he was still solid enough to be hugging Grant the next morning. Huck wasn’t sure if he’d actually slept or just lost time, but it was wonderful to wake up with the man he loved in his arms.

It was Grant’s alarm that had disturbed them, and Grant grumbled loudly as he reached over to swat at his phone to silence it.

“Better get up,” Huck warned, “or else we’re gonna keep snuggling and you’re gonna fall asleep again.”

“That’s only happened, like, twice,” Grant argued, rolling back to bury his head against Huck’s chest. “I’m gonna get up. I swear.”

“Mmm.” Huck rubbed Grant’s back, and he enjoyed the familiar pulse of their energies swirling together so he could remain materialized and keep holding him close. “Is tonight more reviews or what?”

“No, it’s an investigation night. So, nice lazy day of organizing audio files and backing up all the new evidence before we go lights out.” Grant yawned. “Janice wants everybody to hit the morgue, something about having the whole team down there because ratings or some shit. A big group EVP session, I think.”

“Everybody except you?” Huck assumed.

“Yup. Since I’m not officially part of the team.”

“Still want me to follow her around today?”

“Yeah. We still don’t know what she’s doing. I mean, I think she’s trying to bust out the Thing or whatever it was the cult failed to do, but we can’t do anything to stop her without proof.”

“It’s kinda funny.”

“What?” Grant peeked up at him.

“You’re alive and investigating the dead, and I’m dead and investigating the living. Well, you know, one living person anyway.”

Grant snorted out a quick laugh. “I guess I never really thought of that.”

“Isn’t it ironic? Don’t you think?”

“It’s too early for singing.” Grant tried to burrow deeper and pulled the covers up higher on his shoulder. “Mmm. Someone kept me up late.”

“I don’t seem to recall anyone complaining,” Huck teased, “but if it’s a problem, I promise to never do it again.”

“You’d better do it as often as possible, mister.”

“Deal.”

Huck kissed the top of Grant’s head. “Since you’re gonna be working late, do you want me just to come here and wait for you after Janice crashes? Rebecca is supposed to go ding tonight for Mrs. Charles.”

“Yeah. Janice never stays up for the full investigation, so chances are you’ll be done way before me. I still really appreciate you doing this, by the way.”

“Of course. We gotta figure out what the hell she’s up to, right?”

“Yeah. Because whatever it is involves the Thing and that’s absolutely bad.”

Huck nodded. “Very, very bad.”

Grant’s alarm beeped again, and Grant groaned. “Okay, okay. I guess I gotta get up now.”

“Shower?” Huck asked innocently.

“Yes, I’m going to take a shower.” Grant yawned as he pulled away, wiggling out of bed and stretching his thick arms over his head. He glanced back at Huck, smirking as he said, “And yes, you are more than welcome to join me.”

Huck zoomed out of the bed so fast that he was certain he appeared as a ghostly blur. He hurried Grant into the bathroom and then helped him get undressed, kissing him eagerly as they herded one another into the shower.

The water tended to go right through Huck even when he was trying to remain solid, and he worried that it made him appear extra ghost-like and might be off-putting.

Grant didn’t seem to mind, and he helped keep Huck’s lips and hands materialized for a very energetic makeout session under the hot spray of the shower head. Their hands wandered, slippery wet with soap, and Huck took hold of Grant’s thick cock to jerk him off.

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