Page 20 of The Most Unusual Haunting of Edgar Lovejoy

“I, um, I like to get fucked.” He flushed so beautifully. “And apparently, with you, I really like when you, um, tell me what to do, and…”

“What else?” Jamie murmured. They touched his nipples and watched his eyes flutter closed.

“I like to p-pleasure people. Watch them come.”

Jamie couldn’t resist kissing him.

“What do you like?” he asked.

“Mmm. I love kissing. And touching. Can I touch you?”

When Edgar nodded, they cupped his cock and gently stroked him.

“And you’re in luck,” they said. “Because I would love to fuck you and tell you what to do.” They took his hand and guided it between their legs. “Touch me like this.”

They slid out of their underwear and showed Edgar how they liked to be touched and where. When they were so turned on it felt like they’d explode, they pulled away, groaning.

Edgar’s whole chest was flushed, and he was breathing heavily. He looked about to protest, but before he could, Jamie said, “Take your underwear off.”

Edgar hesitated for a moment, then lifted his fingers to his mouth and touched his fingertips to his tongue. He shuddered as he tasted Jamie.

Lust blazed through Jamie.

They managed to drag Edgar’s underwear off while kissing the hell out of him. When they were both gloriously naked, they looked at each other in appreciation.

Edgar lifted a hand and traced a scar on Jamie’s chest, then pulled it away.

“Is that okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Jamie said, happy he’d asked. “Right here”—they put their hand over his to show him—“is pretty numb. But I can definitely feel when you touch me here.” They put his hands on their nipples.

Edgar leaned down and kissed their nipples.

They stroked his back and slid a hand into his hair.

He sucked lightly, and Jamie hissed in pleasure.

They tightened the hand in Edgar’s hair, and he sucked harder.

Jamie imagined encouraging Edgar to stay like that for hours, feasting on their body until they exploded.

Jamie’s breath quickened, and Edgar shifted over them. They both groaned when their hips aligned. Edgar kissed a line up Jamie’s throat and sucked lightly at the skin behind their ear. Jamie was on fire. They couldn’t wait any longer.

“Lie on your back,” Jamie said breathlessly. Edgar obeyed immediately.

Jamie straddled Edgar and wrapped a hand around his cock. Edgar gasped, throwing his head back into the pillow.

“Jamie, Jamie, Jamie,” he begged, breath ragged.

Jamie’s nipples tingled, and their head was buzzing. Edgar put a bracing hand on their chest as they swayed above him. His eyes drank them in, and they felt like a god.

“Show me how you like it,” Jamie said.

They stroked him once, then released him, and watched him mourn the loss.

Jamie moved their hand between their own legs and stroked themself instead.

They were swollen and leaking. Edgar reached for his erection, but his eyes were glued to Jamie.

Jamie noted details for later—Edgar liked it a little rough on the downstroke and slower than Jamie would’ve thought.

They touched themself while they watched him, the pleasure building exquisitely.

“Jamie,” Edgar said after a little while, voice strained and low. He was close.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Edgar. Are you gonna come for me?”

Edgar groaned desperately but held off.

“What do you want, gorgeous?” Jamie asked.

“T-touch me?” Edgar begged. “Please.”

Jamie scratched their nails lightly down Edgar’s chest. His breathing was ragged, and Jamie’s wasn’t much better.

“Here?” Jamie teased.

Edgar looked horrified, and Jamie smiled. They trailed a finger lightly down his chest to his stomach.

“P-please.” Edgar was clearly on the edge. He could’ve brought himself to orgasm any time he wanted to, but he hadn’t. He wanted Jamie to be in charge of it.

Jamie leaned over Edgar, chest brushing the wet tip of his cock. He gasped.

“Edgar,” Jamie said. They kissed his cheek, and he shook. They kissed his lips, and he groaned into their mouth. “Tell me what you want.”

“Make me come? Please? I want…I… Please.”

Fuck, he was exquisite.

Jamie reached between them and grasped the base of his cock. Edgar let go immediately.

“Don’t stop,” Jamie said. Edgar started to stroke himself again.

Jamie sat up again and closed their hand over his, learning his rhythm. They clenched as arousal rolled through them. Edgar had placed himself utterly in their hands. They tightened their hand over his and kissed his neck as they stroked him.

Quickly, Edgar was writhing on the bed, pushing up into Jamie’s hand. Jamie ground their hips forward as their arousal grew.

Edgar squeezed his eyes shut and came with a silent roar, the muscles in his neck cording and his thighs bunching. Edgar held them to his broad chest as he shuddered and gasped.

After a minute, he said, “Will you finish like this?”

At first, Jamie wasn’t sure what this meant, but then they realized Edgar wanted them to come in his arms. Something flipped pleasantly in their stomach.

“Okay.”

Edgar murmured something into their hair that they couldn’t make out. Jamie settled on top of Edgar, then touched themself, rolling their hips as the pleasure grew. Edgar stroked down their spine and cupped their ass in both hands, encouraging them to thrust more forcefully.

“Grab my ass harder,” they said.

Powerful hands squeezed their ass, and Jamie stroked themself until they exploded, the orgasm coming in waves of pleasure that rocked them.

“Fuuuck,” they groaned finally, going limp on top of Edgar.

“Jamie,” Edgar murmured.

Jamie gathered him up in their arms and pressed a tender kiss to his temple.

“I think you killed me,” he said softly.

“Terribly sorry for the inconvenience,” Jamie murmured. They rolled onto their side and propped their head up on their hand. “How are you doing?”

Edgar couldn’t meet their eyes. Jamie straddled them.

“Hey. How are you doing?” they repeated gently.

Edgar covered his eyes with his arm.

“Good,” he said. “Like…so good I don’t know what to do.”

Jamie’s lips pressed gently to his, and they kissed him until he wrapped his arms around them. “It was really good for me too.”

Edgar’s eyes lit up at that, and he cupped Jamie’s cheek. “You sure?”

“Very sure,” Jamie said and kissed him softly on the lips.

They were drifting in a languorous postorgasmic haze, on the edge of falling asleep, when Edgar’s stomach growled loudly.

“Sorry,” he said.

“You don’t have to apologize for having bodily needs, babe,” Jamie teased. “Let’s get some food.”

Edgar seemed reluctant to get out of bed; Jamie related. But Edgar’s stomach growled insistently.

“Good lord,” Edgar muttered and finally stood, leaning over to kiss Jamie before going to the closet.

He pulled a navy blue robe from the closet and put it on.

“Would you like something else to wear?” he offered. “I know my stuff’s not really your style.”

“May I?” Jamie tapped the dresser.

“Sure. Just be careful because it’s a little—”

As Jamie opened the drawer, one side of it slid out of the track and slumped into the drawer below it.

“Broken,” Edgar finished.

Jamie snorted. “Whoops.”

They heaved the drawer back onto its tracks.

Edgar jumped in. “Better let me.”

As he pushed the drawer in, the one beneath it groaned and sagged into the one below it.

“The bottom one works,” Edgar said, stepping away from the entire armoire.

“Congratulations,” Jamie said.

Edgar slid an arm around them and kissed the side of their head before addressing the drawer.

While he did, Jamie moved to the closet, running their fingers over the row of khaki pants, plain button-down shirts, and drab sweaters.

The clothes in the armoire were more of the same: T-shirts and polos and sweatshirts in solid, muted tones with the occasional stripe.

For themself, Jamie chose the black-and-white-striped T-shirt that Edgar had been wearing the day Jamie asked him out at the cat café. It was the only garment they’d seen that didn’t make them desperately sad.

When they pulled it over their head, they found Edgar watching them intently. He brushed hair out of their face and kissed them tenderly.

“Looks good on you.”

“Thanks.” Jamie smiled. They fished out their phone. “Do you want to order something?”

“Um. I have cereal?”

“Cereal’s good.”

They made for the kitchen, and Edgar caught Jamie’s hand, walking next to them.

In the kitchen, they took any excuse to touch as they found cereal and milk, passed silverware, and pulled out chairs.

Their knees found each other under the table, and they held hands as they ate. Jamie felt utterly serene.

“Did you have a favorite cereal as a kid?” Edgar asked, pouring more on top of his milk.

“Not really. My parents were going through a health food phase when I was a kid, and they made our granola. It was very dry. What about you?”

Edgar, his mouth full, tapped the box. Jamie wasn’t sure why they found it adorable that he still bought the same cereal he’d liked as a kid.

“Do you have a favorite color?” Jamie asked.

“That peachy color in the sunset when the clouds are backlit.”

“I love that color too,” Jamie said. “You don’t have any clothes that color though. Do you not like to wear it?”

Edgar looked down at his cereal. “I don’t really wear many bright colors. I like them, but…” He trailed off and took another bite.

“Is it because you don’t want to seem…queer?”

Edgar huffed. “No, everyone knows I’m gay. My family knew when I was, like, twelve.”

Jamie wasn’t going to press Edgar to say more but didn’t really understand.

“You’re going to think I’m ridiculous,” Edgar said softly after they’d eaten in silence for a little while.

“I already think you’re ridiculous,” Jamie said. “In the best possible way.” They squeezed his thigh.

“I don’t want them to notice me,” Edgar said softly.

Had Jamie underestimated how shy Edgar truly was?

“Dude, you’re incredibly hot. I’m afraid your clothes aren’t…” Jamie broke off as the pieces clicked into place. It wasn’t other people whose notice Edgar was trying to elude. “The ghosts.”

Edgar nodded. “I don’t want to draw attention to myself. Sometimes it seems like if I lie low, then they don’t see me as much.”

“Yeah?” Jamie imagined Edgar might have done many of these sorts of experiments over the years.

“Well. I don’t know. But I figure better safe than sorry.”

But you haven’t felt safe, have you?

“Honey,” Jamie said, turning to face Edgar. “It’s not your fault that you see them. That they find you.”

“Maybe not. But if I make myself uninteresting to look at, then maybe they…maybe they’ll get bored of me?” Edgar’s voice had gotten soft, and he was addressing the cereal bowl.

Jamie kissed his shoulder, his cheekbone, his hair. “I don’t know how anyone would ever get bored of you.”

Edgar’s eyes were so soft, and he pulled Jamie to him, stroking back their hair. “I hope you won’t,” he said.

Jamie melted against his shoulder. “Well, I think you’re hot as fuck no matter what you wear.

And especially when you don’t wear anything at all.

” They slid their hand under the hem of his shirt and stroked the soft skin of his back.

They loved the way Edgar always leaned into their touch.

“If you ever want to find clothes that you like instead of ones that make you invisible, I’d love to help. ”

“My sister would be ecstatic. She manages a vintage store,” Edgar said.

“Oh? Which one?”

“Magpie Vintage over—”

“Oh, off Magazine? I’ve been there. It’s great.”

Visions of thrifting with Edgar danced in their head.

“I wouldn’t even know where to start,” Edgar hedged, but he sounded intrigued.

“You could leave it all to me,” Jamie assured him. “If you want.”

Edgar looked at him shyly. “Okay. Let’s do it.”