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Walking down the red carpet with “Rachel Fline” and a cat in a custom-made Chanel gown was almost as cool as having met an ancient Aztec spirit and having his boyfriend brought back to life.
Grant and Huck drove from one side of the country to the other, camping out in their truck and looking up at the stars above. They always went back to visit Huck’s parents regularly, and his parents were constantly pressuring Huck and Grant to move in right next door to them.
Huck made no promises, and Grant suspected that it would be some time before he’d want to settle down. After being stuck in the hotel for so long, Huck seemed to be the most happy when they were driving. He was sculpting again, nothing too big, but lots of little cat statues and trinkets. He said he had to unlearn his ghostie ways and remember how to sculpt as a living person again.
As long as they were together, Grant was happy.
Grant had joked about being disappointed that they never got to try any of the really freaky ghost stuff in bed, and Huck surprised them both when it turned out that maybe he wasn’t fully as alive as they thought.
At least, in someveryspecific areas.
They were stretched out in the bed of their truck, parked at a cabin in the mountains of North Carolina and enjoying another beautiful nighttime view. They had left Huck’s parents’ house with no real destination in mind, and Huck hadn’t been able to resist the advertised promises of cabins with scenic views just off the interstate.
They rented one for the night, but they hadn’t made it inside yet. The view really was spectacular out here, and it took no time to unroll their sleeping bags and snuggle up in the back of the truck so they could stargaze for a bit.
Mandy Mew Pants was still in the cab, napping contently in her kitty bed.
Huck had named the stars so many times that Grant was starting to learn them, and he said the constellations in his head along with Huck, smiling as he listened. He was snuggled up against Huck’s side, their legs tangled together as they gazed at the night sky. A few clouds were rolling in to threaten their view, and Grant gasped suddenly.
“A shooting star!” he exclaimed. “Right there by those clouds!”
“Awesome!” Huck hugged Grant close. “Gonna make a wish?”
“I don’t know what to wish for.”
“What? Come on. There has to be something you want.”
Grant laughed. “I can’t think of anything to wish for. Finn and Cary are both good. The hotel is doing great. Bachata and Aurora are so pumped to host the show next year. I have you,alive, and I’ve never been happier in my whole life.”
“Really?”
“Really really.” Grant thought for a moment. “I mean, maybe I could wish for Norman Reedus not to cancel at next year’s Fandemic Con. That would be cool.”
“You got to gush all over Jeffrey Dean Morgan!” Huck teased. “That wasn’t enough?”
“Nope. Gotta have my Daryl too.”
“So, that’s what you’re wishing for? Meeting Norman Reedus?”
“Yup.” Grant chuckled. “That’s it. That’s my wish. Me, you, in a photo with Norman.”
Huck snorted. “You’re adorable.”
“Thanks.” Grant leaned up to kiss Huck’s cheek. “So are you, you know.”
“Yeah. I mean, that’s what this really hot guy keeps telling me anyway.” Huck rolled over to kiss Grant’s lips. “Mm, really hot.”
Grant laughed as they kissed, but a moan made its way out when Huck’s hand slid low on his belly. He was instantly hot, and little zings prickled over his skin. He arched into Huck’s warm hand, and he was ready for—
Grant’s phone dinged.
“Ignore it,” Huck murmured, his fingers sliding beneath Grant’s shirt to stroke his belly.
“I need to check it.” Grant sighed. “It might be your parents. You know if your phone is acting up, they text me.”
“Fine. But make it quick, sir.” Huck wagged his brows. “I have plans for you in the back of this here truck.”
“Got it.” Grant grinned as he pulled out his phone to check the new message. “Oh, it’s from Cary. Sip says he misses you and hopes we’re scrumping lots.”
