Two Souls: Into the Fire # 114
TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE
Ghost pulled open the heavy wooden door, while Steve managed his crutches, as they entered the club. They could see that Zach and Trevor were here, too. Zach, Calvin, and R. J. were up on the stage, rehearsing, and Trevor was at the bar, eating a sandwich.
No one said a word at first, as Steve and Ghost made their way over to the bar…they just stared at them. There was still a little tension between them all, except R. J., as he was friends with everyone he met. He did finally look over to say hey, and waved.
“Where’s Kinsey?” Ghost asked Trevor.
Still being a bit shy around people he didn’t know well, Trevor just pointed toward the office.
“Thanks, Trevor,” Ghost said, catching Trevor’s eye for a second.
Trevor hadn’t actually ever spoken to Ghost, before…not one on one, but Ghost was sensing a strange feeling about him, though, and it made him uncomfortable. It was like this guy was scared to even have thoughts like he was having. Then it came to him…this guy wanted to get him alone and kiss him.
Ghost looked startled, as he realized what Trevor was thinking, even though Trevor had repressed the thought quickly. Ghost looked intently into Trevor’s eyes, and shook his head, no. Trevor immediately looked down, embarrassed.
Steve had seen what happened, and knew without asking, that Trevor had silently hit on Ghost, and Ghost had turned him down. He took hold of Ghost’s arm and pulled him toward the office with him. As they went down the hall, he stopped and said quietly, to Ghost,
“I know what that was about,” he sighed. “It’s ok, Ghost…I know now that you can’t control other people’s thoughts, just read them. I know guys would love to have you…who wouldn’t…but, thank you for turning him down.”
Ghost looked down, his hair falling in front of his eyes, but Steve took Ghost’s face, raised it up, and kissed him, with such love, that Ghost melted into Steve’s arms. He gasped, and wanted Steve again…right now, right here. Steve felt the same, but whispered, “Later.”
But, Ghost took Steve’s hand, leading him farther down the hall, to the storage room, shutting the door behind them.
“Ghost, we’re at the club…we can’t…”
Ghost’s eyes were fevered, his touch on Steve’s skin insistent, and Steve didn’t care anymore. They sank down onto the carpet. Ghost took Steve gently, but surely, to the edge, and then over. Steve teased Ghost with his kisses and touches, until he moaned, crying out Steve’s name, as he knew nothing but pleasure from Steve’s hands.
As they lay there, catching their breath, they heard whispering and scurrying out in the hallway. They started laughing at what they’d just done, and that everyone probably knew all about it, already. There was nothing to do about it, though, except open the door and come out.
As they did, they saw Zach and Trevor hurrying back down the hall, but R. J. was standing right in front of them. Kinsey was in his office, across the way, pretending to work, but kept glancing over at them, trying not to smile.
“Dudes,” R. J. said, a big smile on his face. “Y’all were making so much noise in there, we thought for sure something was wrong. Guess y’all were just getting it on, big time, huh?” He continued to stand there and stare.
Steve glared at him, “Go…now…” and pointed down the hall, away from them, and R. J. took off.
Steve walked across the hall, with Ghost right behind him, where they eased their way into Kinsey’s office. They just stood there, waiting for Kinsey to lay into them.
Kinsey finally looked up, shook his head, saying simply…”I wish I was young and brazen, again,” and he smiled.
They let out a breath of relief. “Kinsey…” Steve began, but Kinsey held up his hand.
“Why are y’all here? Did you come all the way out here, just to fuck in my storeroom, or what? Y’all have a home…do it there.”
“We already did,” Ghost blurted out.
Steve and Kinsey both turned and stared at Ghost, then started laughing.
“Kinsey, we just came to say hi, and say I can drive just fine…and we were tired of staying home, so…that’s all,” Steve said.
“Uh-huh,” Kinsey said, “well, I have work to do, y’all leave me be, or I’ll find some chores for you both to do.”
“What kind of chores?” Ghost asked.
Kinsey leaned back in his chair, raising his eyebrows. Steve pushed Ghost out the door in a hurry. “Sorry for bothering you, Kinsey. Go, Ghost…just go,” Steve said. They made their way back into the club.
The others were back on the stage, going through their numbers. Ghost headed over to the side of the stage, to the wall, to do some writing. Steve just pulled up a chair, right in front of the stage, crossed his arms, and just stared at Trevor and Zach, knowing it would make them uncomfortable.
They eyed each other, and Zach could hardly concentrate on the songs. Calvin kept starting a song, but Zach kept messing it up, so he had to start over. Trevor was sitting on the stage, trying to encourage Zach. R. J. was in his own world, playing his bass notes, over and over.
“Hey, Zach,” Calvin shouted, “what’s the hell’s the matter…get it together, man.”
Zach tried again, then said to Steve, “Man, why are you here? Why are you staring at me?”
Steve just smiled.
“Don’t pay any attention to Steve, Zach,” Calvin said, “he stares at everybody, and he doesn’t like anyone, anyway.
R. J. said, mostly to himself, “He likes me…”
Trevor was listening to this exchange, but kept glancing down at Ghost. He was having feelings he thought he’d never have, now that he and Zach were together. He loved Zach, loved that Zach had shown him what love was, and how to love. He owed Zach his very life. But, this Ghost person was awakening something in him that he’d never knew existed…lust.
He absentmindedly licked his lips, as he gazed at Ghost, then jerked back to watch Zach sing. Then, his eyes would wander back to Ghost. Zach noticed, and was having even more trouble with the songs.
Steve noticed too, and was on the verge of getting up and yanking Trevor off the stage, and beating the shit out of him.
Ghost knew exactly what was going on behind him, as he wrote on the wall. He heard everyone’s thoughts, one after the other, and could feel Steve’s anger building. Crap…I gotta do something about this… he thought, when he could get a word of his own thoughts in amongst all the others. He finished drawing his picture of Spirit, then stood up and hollered, as loud as he could.
“Stop it…all of you!”
They all jumped, and looked over at Ghost.
“Y’all are making my head explode! You,” he pointed to Trevor, “stop thinking we’re going to hook up…it’s never gonna happen.”
Then he pointed to Zach, “And you, sing your damn songs…and work harder to satisfy your lover, or you will lose him someday.”
Looking at Calvin, he said, “You, Calvin…keep practicing, and give Zach a break…he can’t start singing, until you actually play the right notes.”
R. J was playing a dirge on the bass, scared Ghost was going to say something bad about him, but Ghost said, “R. J….your bass is sounding fierce tonight.”
Then he turned to Steve, “Let’s go home,” and his smile melted Steve’s heart. He reached out for Ghost, and they headed for the door.
“Bye, Kinsey,” Ghost said, as they passed.
Kinsey had seen the whole thing. Everyone just froze for a minute, watching as Steve and Ghost went out the door. Then they shuffled around, looking embarrassed that they’d gotten called out on all their thoughts and feelings.
Except Kinsey…he was laughing so hard, he could hardly keep standing. “Oh, my God,” he finally sputtered. “Ghost sure can tell it like it is.” He looked at them all. “Take heed, guys, you may think Ghost is weird, but you can’t ever put anything past that little psychic.” He went back to his office, still laughing.
As Steve and Ghost got outside, Steve burst out laughing, too. “God, Ghost…that was incredible what you just did. You had them all nailed, with your dead on truth. And…and..” he almost choked…”what you said to Calvin, was the funniest thing I ever heard. Man, he was just murdering those songs.”
“Well,” Ghost said, “they were hurting my ears with all the noise they were thinking, and Calvin’s playing was really bad.”
“I know, I know…” Steve said.
They walked on down the block, to see Terry. Steve wanted to ask about recording in his little studio, soon.
Next part coming soon!
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© 2019 BS
This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.
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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.