Jeff Randall stepped into the shower and let the water run over his aching shoulders until he could barely see through the steam. The case he was working on was exhausting, and yet they seemed to be making hardly any progress. He frowned as he poured shower gel into his hands. Some of the people he met got right up his nose as well. That doctor could hardly have been more unfriendly if she'd tried. Fair enough if she couldn't tell them where Maurice Crabbe was, but did she have to be so rude about it? He'd gone home after telling Jeannie he'd find Maurice, using his detective skills. Jeff just wasn't quite sure what those skills were.
He relaxed and spread the lather over his body. He'd get Marty to do it. Marty was always boasting about his ghostly powers, not it was time to put them to the test. He stepped forward and began to rinse his hair, closed his eyes to avoid the soapy water, and got the shock of his life when he opened them to find Marty standing right in front of him. The ghost was blathering on, something about his dad, but Jeff was too surprised to listen.
"Marty! Do you mind?"
"What?"
Jeff sighed and looked up. Marty followed his gaze and saw the jets of water streaming down on them.
"Oh yeah!" They both grinned.
"So, would you mind giving me some privacy please Marty?" Marty looked down.
"Blimey, you kept that hidden."
"Marty!"
"It's been ages since we were in a shower together hasn't it, Jeff? I think the last time must have been at school, after rugby. D'you remember that?"
Rugby was something Jeff had always tried to forget. He'd never been picked last, but he'd always been among the last four, chosen in a ‘best-of-a-bad-bunch' kind of way. And he'd always ended up on the same team as Marty, who was too skinny to tackle or stop anyone, even boys from the year below. This, combined with the fact that Jeff was too short to catch the ball, had meant that their side always lost.
"Jeff! Jeff!"
He shook his head. His mind had wandered. Marty was still standing in front of him, but he'd moved closer. He was smiling.
"Of course, you were a lot less... developed back then." Jeff blushed, his mind racing. Surely he hadn't heard right? Was Marty propositioning him?
"Come again Marty?"
"I intend to!" Marty moved even closer. Jeff backed against the wall.
"Marty, I thought you were...?"
"Oh, I am." He grinned wickedly. "Most of the time. The rest of the time..."
The ghost moved between him and the door, and kicked his shoes off.
"I think about you, Jeff."
Marty began to peel his suit off slowly, chucking the clothes through the wall, his eyes never once leaving Jeff. Finally he stood naked before him, his body pale and smooth. Jeff couldn't tear his eyes away from Marty's erection. It was long and straight, pointing towards his own navel. Jeff felt his own body beginning to respond. Why was this happening? He'd never found Marty attractive before... had he? He searched frantically for another topic of conversation.
"Marty, your body, it's..."
"Erotic? Beautiful? Just what you've always wanted?"
"It's... complete. I was expecting worms and things..."
Marty rolled his eyes. "And they say romance is dead! Honestly Jeff, you really know how to get a guy going, don't you?"
"Romance isn't dead, but you are! What exactly are you intending to do? You're a ghost!"
"There are still plenty of ways to have fun, Jeff. You didn't think I was practicing my skills for the sake of it, did you?"
Marty leaned forward and placed his hands on the wall either side of him. Jeff was almost sobbing.
"Marty, why are you doing this?"
"I often wanted to, while I was alive. One of the things I really regret about being dead is that I never told you. That, and having kids."
Jeff was confused. The two desires were mutually exclusive, more or less, and he was about to point this out to Marty when a thought occurred to him. He'd always wanted kids and yet here he was, naked and erect in front of his best mate. And, he had to admit, it wasn't the first time something like this had happened. After a few beers too many it was often difficult to tell where a matey, blokeish hug with Marty ended and a passionate, soul-searing embrace began.
Marty evidently thought he'd had long enough to think about it. He gazed directly into his eyes and whispered to him.
"I'll stop if you really want me to, Jeff. But you don't want me to, do you?"
Jeff's throat was suddenly very dry. Marty was right, he couldn't resist. He shook his head weakly.
"Just close your eyes and enjoy it."
Jeff did as he was told, but opened them again quickly as he heard a slight noise. Marty was standing against the opposite wall, smiling, his hands clasped around his cock. He had levitated the showerhead, and he began to send the jet playing up and down Jeff's body. Jeff sighed as he felt the jet caress his nipples, his navel, and finally his straining erection. He felt it move lower, until it was pressing against the sensitive area between his balls and his bum. He moaned and shivered.
"Touch yourself, Jeff."
"What?"
"I can't touch you, you'll have to do it for me." Jeff began to run his hand along his manhood. "Good boy..." Marty's voice was hoarse. "Now faster..." He increased his own pace. Jeff moaned again.
"Marty..." He wasn't quite sure what he wanted; it wasn't as if the ghost could actually do anything. He just needed release.
"Beg me, Jeff."
"Marty please! Do something Marty, I need you..." Marty's body suddenly jerked, and a wisp of ectoplasm shot out of him and vanished. He knelt in front of Jeff, who could barely contain himself. He began to cry out, his body writhing.
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Jeannie let herself into Jeff's flat. She'd had a brainwave about the case, and she wanted to discuss it with him. She had no idea what had possessed her to ring up a journalistic agency and pretend to be making a film about the Krays and their associates, but the idea had worked like a charm.
She looked round the living room, but there was no sign of Jeff. He had to be in the shower. She decided to wait where she was; it would only embarrass him if he knew she was here. She sat on the sofa and waited. She'd only been there a few minutes when she heard Jeff groan. She stood up, instantly alert. As she approached the bathroom she could hear more groaning, followed by a cry. Maybe he'd fallen in the shower, or maybe... maybe he was being attacked! She'd never liked the look of Harry Wallace.
She opened the door cautiously and was instantly hit by a wall of steam. She heard Jeff moan again.
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Marty knelt in front of Jeff and began to blow softly on his cock. The sudden cold was in shocking contrast to the heat of the bathroom. Jeff felt as though he'd had his breath knocked out of him. Marty moved forward, took him in his mouth and he cried out uncontrollably. Marty was ice-cold, but he could still feel the hot water from the shower falling on him through the ghost's head. The sensation was the most intense he'd ever experienced. He called Marty's name over and over again, his whole body contracting.
"MARTY!" He felt his hips surge forward, and he came until he was shaking. Marty turned and looked behind him.
"Made a bit of a mess on the wall there."
Jeff gasped and collapsed back against the wall.
Suddenly the door was torn back, to reveal Jeannie. Marty vanished, with a slightly guilty look on his face. Jeannie looked him up and down, stared at the wall, then back to him. she looked furious.
"You..." Her voice was shaking. "You sick twisted little bastard..."
"Jeannie..."
"Don't talk to me!" She screamed at him. "You were jerking off and... God, I can't even say it! How could you, Jeff?!"
"Jeannie, I..."
"You were jerking off and thinking about Marty! I can't believe you... I can't believe anyone could be so sick! I'm going now; I won't be at work tomorrow. I never want to see you again!"
She turned sharply. Jeff wanted to follow her, but he was too weak to do anything more than reach out a hand. Jeannie slammed the door on his fingers and stormed out. Jeff slumped back against the wall. He felt like crying.
"Never again?" he whispered.
"Never mind, eh." Marty's voice was soft, almost mocking. "You may not have Jeannie any more, but you'll always have me."