I see dead people ( Impulse & Gatichan)

[Gatichan]

I see dead people

 

 

Name: Dante Grayson

Race: Human

Height: 5'7

Hair: Jet black

Eyes: Cerulean Blue

Skin color: Olive [freckles across his cheeks]

Heritage: Italian/Romanian

Body type: Swimmer's build, very toned, but still thin looking. Not very beefy.

 

Personality: Kind, caring, and down to earth. He tends to get impatient with people very quickly, and lacks confidence in many areas. He rarely speaks his opinion, so he tends to think things though before he acts. He's a very strategic person, but emotionally unskilled.

Important Information: Dante has Selective Mutism, which is a type of Social Anxiety that physically prevents someone from speaking under certain circumstances. For Dante, it is crippling. He cannot speak unless it is with sign language, or unless he is alone with a very trusted person, such as Ghost Boy or a family member.

He has been through therapy to not be completely horrified of being in a room with more than 3 people, but he is very anti-social, and cannot stand crowds.

This makes it difficult for him to interact with Ghost Boy without others noticing, because he has to use his hands. This can result in some quite hilarious and awkward interactions.

 

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Name: Rick Jefferson

Race: ghost

Height: 5'9 (should be 1,75 m if my math skills don't competely fail me)

Hair: sandy blond hair

Eyes: green with flecks of brown

Skin color: white, but used to spend a lot of time skate barding out in the sun, so he had a nice, rich tan

Heritage: American

Body type: athletic, since he was into all kinds of sports

 

Personality: Easy going, but rarely lets anyone really take a look behind his facade. Popular because he was on various sport teams and even the captain of the senior basketball team, but he keeps people at a distance. A good pupil- he had won a scholarship to go to an Ivy League college before he was tragically killed. He wanted to become a reporter overseas when he grew up.

Since Rick's father is a psychiatrist, he knows what selective mutism is and understands how mortifying this must be for Dante. The two of them have known each other since kindergarten, since their mothers used to attend the same peri-natal courses. With Dante, he could always pour his heart out and is patient when Dante can't immediately speak his mind.

 

Manner of death: It was on the way to prom night that Rick had his fatal car accident. Having decided to confess to Dante that he had feelings for him that went beyond those of a close friend, Rick was proccupied and didn't swerve another drunk prom-night goer in time. He died almost instantly after the frontal car crash, leaving him with many unsaid words and desires that keep him connected to earth and don't let him pass into the next life.

 

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Plot guideline: Dante and Rick have been friends since they were toddlers at kindergarten and have been close ever since. On prom night, the very night when Rick wanted to confess his feelings to Dante, he had a car accident and died. Then, at Rick's funeral...

[Impulse]

((OOC: Can I just say that the title of this made me damn near die laughing? x'D))

 

Dante shivered a little as a gust of air hit him. Everything about this day felt awful. It was just late enough in the year to have that awful, humid kind of air that felt so utterly suffocating. He felt his chest heave, and his throat tighten and burn as he let out voiceless tears. It was cloudy and dreary and everything felt absolutely miserable. And the icing on the piece of shit cake was that now the only person in this world who ever understood him was gone. He felt such a mix of emotions...anger and hate at his friend for leaving him alone...anguish and sorrow over his closest friend's disappearance...and regret and guilt for never having said what he wanted so badly to say...that he was madly, madly in love with Rick.

 

His normally bright Cerulean eyes darkened as he watched the casket be lowered. He would never have even thought that he would be standing in all black, the skin around his eyes red from crying so hard, his heart completely shattered as he watched Rick leave him forever. He wanted to cry aloud, he wanted to scream so loud that God would hear in the heavens, he wanted to voice how he felt but just like usual he couldn't say a word. And then he stopped wanting those things...and all he wanted was Rick back. To hear his voice, to see his face, to hug him tight and never let go...like he should have before...before that God-forsaken accident. He was crying hard enough now that it was visible, but still inaudible. It was a little strange to see a person cry so hard yet hear no noise coming from them aside from the intake of their staggered breaths.

[Gatichan]

I can’t believe I’m watching my own funeral. Rick could only numbly shake his head as he hovered, several feet above the funeral on what had to be the decidedly best day to be buried: instead of there being sunshine to laugh at his plight and untimely death, there were heavy rainclouds that would hopefully help to wash away the sorrow and sadness of those gathered around his casket on the cemetery. Rick could see his parents, beside themselves with grief, holding onto each other and trying to give each other strength that they obviously didn’t have anymore. His heart went out to them and he longed to fly down and hug them, tell them how much he loved them and that he wanted them to smile again, that life would somehow carry on, that he was okay…only, he wasn’t.

 

It had been a shock to realize that he had died, but was somehow still bound to this life. Rick had been so stunned that he’d never moved far from his body, hovering a few feet above his body. He’d been forced to go through his own autopsy, which had to have been the worst thing he’d ever experienced…but when his eyes swept over the gathered, mourning classmates, family members and other family acquaintances and came to rest on the most important person in his life: his secret love and closest friend in the world, Dante. And seeing the grief and pain that Dante was in, Rick swept down to him.

 

He knew that it was impossible, that Dante wouldn’t be able to see him, but Rick felt tears prick at his own eyes. Dante seemed so broken, so depressed- Rick didn’t want this. “No Dante, please, don’t cry for me,” he said quietly, shakily. Of course his best friend wouldn’t be able to hear him, but Rick landed behind him and wrapping his arms around him, leaned his head against Dante’s shoulder. “I wish I’d been able to tell you how much I love you, Dante. I wish I hadn’t been so shy. I wish I’d been paying better attention when I was driving to fetch you on prom night. I wish…I wish…” He pressed his lips against Dante’s wet cheek. “I wish you would have known.”

[Impulse]

Just as Dante had begun to feel sick and like he had to leave before he completely broke down in front of everyone, he hesitated, eyes widening as he heard his lover's soft, shaky voice. The way it sounded was almost like an echo inside of his head, so at first he just shook his head and dismissed it, feeling like he must be hallucinating. Wonderful, another mental illness. Then he felt arms wrap around him, arms that felt both cold and warm at the same time. He felt a head on his shoulder and heard Rick's words. But the part the felt the most amazing was the gentle kiss laid upon his cheek...it made his heart soar and do flips...and suddenly he felt like things were fixed...but...how?

 

He whirled around with wide eyes to look at Rick then, frozen in shock to see his friend standing there. Rick wasn't quite translucent to him, but he appeared different from when he had appeared when he was...well...alive. Dante looked back at the casket then, as if double-checking that it was still there, then looked around at everyone else in confusion. No one else had seen what he was seeing. In fact he was getting a few strange looks for the panic that he seemed to be having, staring at nothing. His tear filled eyes looked to Rick, his throat still too tight to even try to say anything and far to people were around for him to be able to voice his question so he tried to move his hand obscurely, though it didn't work very well. It looked as if he were signing at nothing and now he was getting some really strange looks, a few people wondering if the sorrow had driven him mad.

 

'Rick...Rick is that you? He questioned, trying to see if the other would respond, then simultaneously blushing at Rick's confessions toward him. Could it have been true...? That they loved each other all along...and had never been able to tell each other? Interrupted by cruel Fate. However, it seemed that Death had other ideas...

[Gatichan]

When Dante responded to him and jerked, for a thrilling instant believing that Dante had actually seen him, Rick’s heart soared. But then he recalled that he was a ghost and had died and almost pulled away, dejected and rejected. There was no way that Dante could possibly have heard him. That only happened in extremely bad Hollywood films with hollow actors, but not in real life. After all, hadn’t he laughed at ghost stories all his life, scoffing that haunted places simply didn’t exist? What a coincidence it would be if that actually existed.

 

But then, against all logic and hope, his childhood friend and secret love turned around and actually looked at him. Yes, looked AT him and not through him. Rick was so shocked that he wheeled several steps back, actually even looking behind himself, sure that someone behind him had spoken and that Dante was reacting to someone else. But there was no one there- well, there were other people, but they were all looking at Dante strangely, but not at him. Slowly turning back to his best friend, Rick’s hope began to hope. The tears in Dante’s eyes sparkled and Rick reached over to tenderly brush them away, a small smile appearing on his lips when he heard Dante’s question.

 

“Yes Dante, it’s really me, Rick. You can…actually see me?” Rick asked, speaking quietly as if he feared that someone else might hear him. But when he glanced around, he could only see that Dante was getting estranged looks- no one seemed to have noticed that he even existed. Which, to those gathered, he apparently did. Seeing that Dante was trying to communicate through hand signals, but that this was earning him even stranger looks, Rick hastily shook his head. “Don’t. Just turn back to the front and pretend that you haven’t seen me. This isn’t the right place o talk. I don’t even know how long you’ll be able to see me, but I’m going to stay close by you. If you’re okay with this, simply nod. I just want to hug you, if you’re okay with that.” His smile became teary. “Oh Dante, I’m so happy you can see me.”

[Impulse]

Dante felt tears stream down his face. He was honestly unsure whether or not he was hallucinating, but if he was, he didn't care. Suddenly he realized that this hallucination might not last forever, or if this was real that he might not be able to SEE Rick forever...and he opened his mouth, tears falling as he desperately wanted to communicate with Rick. He knew Rick was right though...getting dragged off to a mental institution wasn't going to solve any of their problems. He felt like his legs were going to give out on the spot though. He was feeling incredibly shaky, and he wasn't sure how to handle any of the things that were happening to him. He bit his lip, nodding slowly in reply to Rick's request.

 

Dante was hesitant to turn around at first, feeling that if he turned away for a moment and Rick was out of his sight, that he might not be able to see Rick again. He then closed his Cerulean eyes, taking a deep breath and counting to three before turning around. His heart caught in his chest and he immediately did a double take to make sure Rick was still there. When he saw Rick, he felt instant comfort and then stared out at the procession. If this was the real Rick and not some figment of his imagination brought out by severe trauma, this must be awkward for him to watch...Dante sure knew he didn't want to see his own funeral. He then waited to feel Rick's arms embrace him, wanting to feel the warmth of his hug, letting him know that things were alright.

 

He didn't know what he had had in Rick until there was the threat of him being gone. Now he was scared to let Rick out of his sight. He did his best to act normal though, knowing that he could always say he needed time alone and go off some place after the funeral to...'talk' with him.

[Gatichan]

Rick could see the conflicting emotions in Dante’s soul mirrored in his eyes. He couldn’t possibly imagine what had to be going through his best friend’s head right then. It wasn’t every day that you actually met a ghost and much less the ghost of someone you actually cared about. Okay, not the intense way that Rick cared about him, but it was still not an everyday experience. He could perfectly understand why Dante turned around a second time, as if to check that he really wasn’t dreaming. But sure enough, Rick remained there and Dante could see him- it was also a relief to Rick that his most important person could actually see him.

 

Wrapping his arms around Dante and resting his head against his childhood friend’s shoulder, Rick shuffled as close as he could to Dante. Now that he was dead, he no longer needed to care about warmth or cold, but Rick wanted to give Dante the sensation that he was there, that he cared about him, that he wasn’t alone. And at the same time, it was comforting to know that Rick wouldn’t be cursed to roam around, unseen, forgotten and unable to communicate with those he’d grown up with. Scanning the other funeral guests around Dante, Rick relaxed when he saw that, little by little, the were returning their gazes to the casket that was lowered further into the earth, taking his body with it. Rick wasn’t a hundred percent sure that he wouldn’t completely vanish once his body was covered beneath layers of soil, so he cuddled up stronger against Rick.

 

“It’s okay- no one’s looking at you anymore,” he whispered to Dante, nuzzling his friend’s ear with his nose. He and Dante had never been this close, but right then, the gesture somehow felt natural. “As soon as you start to move and return to your car, I promise you that I’ll follow you. You just have to wave you right arm by your side, as if you’re imitating a wave, and then I’ll know that you want me to come closer again.”

[Impulse]

Dante was so grateful that Rick stayed close by him, that even if he had been able to speak, he would never have found the words. It brought him an immense amount of comfort to know that Rick wasn't going away. Just feeling him close by, even if it wasn't his true body, gave the boy comfort. His dark skinned cheeks took a light blush as he felt Rick nuzzle his ear. He had always wanted to be this close to Rick, and maybe now that they had discovered what permanent separation would feel like, he could express how he felt to his best friend. Dante couldn't help the tears falling right back down his cheeks as he turned to face Rick.

 

Dante listened to Rick's plan quietly, nodding a little bit. He felt another wave of relief at the fat that Rick wasn't going to abandon him once he got into the car, or just magically disappear. Though, there was still no guarantee how long Rick would stay around, Dante didn't even want to think about that. He knew that he would always want Rick close by him, and imitating the wave was a must.

 

Once Dante was sure no one was looking at him, he pulled his middle and ring finger down, his thumb out to the side and both pinkie and pointer finger extended, signing 'I love you' to him, over and over and over. His eyes were still shimmering with tears and all he could do was rest his head on Rick's shoulder and cry, making the same motion with his hand over and over and over. He was trying so hard to make up for all of the lost opportunities he'd had to tell Rick how he felt, to express it to him somehow.

[Gatichan]

Rick wanted to lick Dante’s tears away, but held back. He might be invisible to everyone else around, but what if someone else took a closer look and realized that Dante’s tears were magically vanishing? That could arouse suspicion. So instead he simply contended with being able to hug Dante close, happy that for the moment the two of them were united. Only time would tell for how long, so he was bent on enjoying every moment he could.

 

He felt Dante shifting slightly and sot of raised his head, wondering if he was becoming an uncomfortable heavy weight for his best friend. It took him a moment to realize that Dante was using his hand as he usually had whenever he’d become too emotional to speak. Moving a little way off to better see his hand, something caught in Rick’s throat when he realized what the Dante was signing…and that the message was intended for no one else but him.

 

I love you? Did that mean…could that mean…was it possible that…dared he believe…? Rick took in a shaky breath and returned to Dante’s side to hug him back tightly. “Oh Dante, are you serious? Do you…are you really trying to tell me that you’re in love with me?” he asked with a slightly trembling voice. This was too much- this was amazing! His only wish had been to tell his best friend about his feelings for him. And now, of sweet Fate! Dante felt the same!!His heart almost bursting as the priest made the sign of the cross and people began to shuffle forward to offer his parent’s their condolences, Rick leaned into Dante and kissed his friend just beside his lips. “Dante, I love you too. As soon as you get home from my funeral, we have to talk about this, about what’s happening!”

[Impulse]

Dante felt his cheeks turn a bright shade of red as Rick kissed him so close to his lips...he then playfully kissed Rick's lips back, then quickly returned to his camouflage of trying to appear normal in public. His heart was beating a thousand miles per hour, and he leaned back against Rick slightly. Just the physical feel of him being there fixed all of the agony he'd been through, thinking that his best friend, his love was gone forever. Now they had a new beginning...even if it was an invisible one to most of society. It was going to be a difficult act to maintain, but he knew in his heart that it was what was right. He was thanking whatever power was keeping Rick with him over and over in his mind as he looked at a few people that gave him kind words of comfort. Most people didn't try to socialize with Dante though, since he was a bit of a lost cause. And none of them touched him, that was for sure.

 

Dante did move over to Rick's parents however, moving his hands up weakly to sign. They were trembling and it was a bit slow for him to communicate.

'I'm sorry that Rick's gone but...he was the most important person in my life...you should be proud...he was amazing in every way...I owe him my life...' The young boy confessed, wanting to move forward and hug them but...Dante wasn't THAT socially adept yet. He'd wanted to tell them how important Rick was to him before he left the funeral to go home and finally be able to express his love to Rick.

[Gatichan]

It was a good thing that Rick was invisible, because the moment after Dante had kissed him, his blush crept over his face, up his cheeks, over his forehead and right to the roots of his hair. Blushing proudly and excitedly and shyly, Rick ducked a little behind Dante’s back, not wanting the others gathered around them to see how this sweet and unexpected kiss had affected him. Only when Dante stepped forward to speak to his parents, Rick realized that he was invisible and dead…and he sighed, fearfully gazing up at his parents as his childhood friend approached them. This was the most difficult part for him and the one he’d been avoiding. Somehow, Rick wished he could fast-forward to after the funeral, to when he and Dante could sit down together hold hands and confess what they really meant to each other. But despite the fact that he was dead, he had no special powers that he knew of. Yet.

 

His parents were beside themselves with grief and, even though Dante’s message was very tender and honest, Rick saw that his parents were too occupied with his death to fully appreciate Dante’s quiet words. But he saw what his childhood friend hand said and slipping his hand into Dante’s free one, squeezed it. “Thank you, Rick. For your kind words. They mean a lot to them, but also to me,” he said sadly, leaning his head against Dante’s shoulder again. It started to drizzle right then and Rick shivered. The atmosphere was beginning to get to him and he wanted to go home. He was more than thankful when, after they’d quietly exchanged some words with his parents, Dante’s parents stepped up to them. “Dante, it’s time for us to go home. Say goodbye to Rick and then, when you’re ready, come back to the car,” his mother said gently.

[Impulse]

((Sorry for my random disappearance yesterday. I forgot that it was Heroscape night with my group of friends xD))

 

Dante, luckily, had a very good understanding of the grief that they were feeling. He wished that he could play ghost whisperer and relay a message to them from Rick without sounding like a damned lunatic. He wished he could console him the way he felt consoled now. His hand gently squeezed back around Rick's, rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb. He took a shaky breath and did his best to gave Rick's parents one last gentle hug -despite his social anxiety- before looking up at his own parents and giving a nod. He never even found himself able to speak to his parents in a public or private setting...his voice went out then just like trying to talk to anyone else.

It had never gone out when he tried to talk to Rick alone.

 

Dante also noticed Rick's shiver then, and squeezed his hand gently, not able to display any physical affection to him in front of his parents. He was at a loss on how else to console him other than giving him a gentle, sympathetic side glance and holding onto his hand. He looked up at his mother and bit his lip, not sure if he would be able to physically move himself to say goodbye to where Rick's body was buried. Even with his friend right next to him, it was a terrifying thing to have to do. He trembled a little, closing his eyes and trying to exhale. He walked over to where Rick was buried, whispering goodbye before running quickly back to his mother, not wanting to think about the scene anymore. Dante held onto his mother tightly with one hand and Rick with the other. He let her lead them to the car, not functioning very well.

[Gatichan]

(No problem. This weekend I have seminars at university, so I'll only be around in the late evening, round about this time.)

 

Tears began to form at the corner of Rick’s eyes, but he held them back. He didn’t know if he’d have the strength later on to return to his parent’s side. What would it bring him to see them suffering? Nothing at all- if anything, Rick professed that he was likely to fall into a severe depression and, as a ghost, no one would be able to professionally help him. And he had to think about Dante: he had been his closest friends and an emotional strength. If he became one of those moaning and wailing ghosts like the ones typically heard of in ghost stories, Dante was likely to suffer and Rick didn’t want that. So accompanying Dante over to the grave, feeling thankful for his friend’s comforting hand squeeze, Rick stood beside latter and gazed down. He sensed that it wasn’t easy for Dante to say goodbye, so he leaned in from the side.

 

“It’s okay, Dante. You can say goodbye to my body, but know that I’m right here beside you. And this is where I’ll stay for as long as you need me and for as long as I can. I promise you that,” he swore, glancing over at his bereaved parents. I’m so sorry, mom and dad. If I could, I’d tell you once again how much I love you. Something caught in his throat, but Rick forced it down. Who knew what the future brought? Maybe one day he really would be able to become visible to more people than just Dante alone; only time would tell. Quickening his step to match his friend’s as they walked over the cemetery towards the Grayson family car. Not sure how he was supposed to fit into the car, Rick uneasily coughed. “If you want me to try and get in to sit beside you, I will. But if you’d prefer to ride back alone with your parents, I can follow you from outside the car- it won’t be a problem for me to fly behind you. Nod your head if you want me to sit beside you, or shake your head if you don’t want that.”

[Impulse]

((Haha, that's a comfortable time for me so that's cool.))

 

Dante eased his way into the car. He had been in a daze momentarily before he looked up, hearing Rick's voice. He rapidly nodded then as he buckled up and pulled his knees to his chest. He desperately wanted Rick at his side. Dante, for now, was still very hesitant to let Rick out of his sight. After all, him up and disappearing was, for all they knew, still a very valid possibility. He then moved over a little to make room for him in the backseat of the car, pretending like he wanted a seat closer to the window rather than the middle. This wasn't unusual for Dante, he loved daydreaming out windows, though for now he was going to be much more focused on Rick, especially once they were out of the blasted car.

 

He looked up at Rick and examined his general appearance then. Before he had been too distraught and ecstatic to even look to see how Rick's appearance had changed now that he was among the dead. Though, he was pretty sure Rick could be a mushroom and he'd love him all the same. He then blushed, also wondering if it was possible to have sex with a ghost, and soon his cheeks were a bright shade of crimson.

[Gatichan]

(lol - good to hear ;-) )

 

Rick was relieved that Dante wanted to have him by his side. He wasn’t sure if he would have felt the same if he had been in his friend’s position. He imagined that it had to be rather confusing- seeing the ghost of his dead friend at his funeral. But when Dante so enthusiastically nodded, Rick couldn’t help but smile as he climbed onto the backseat of the car beside his not-so-secret-anymore love. Automatically reaching out to close the door, he was surprised and then amused when his hand went right through the door and it remained open. “Honey, please close the door,” Dante’s mother admonished him gently, turning around to look at her son. Rick smiled at her warmly, even though he was invisible to her- he had always liked Mrs. Grayson.

 

Turning to Dante expectantly, Rick raised an eyebrow when he saw that his friend was blushing cutely, bright red in the face and looking awfully bashful. Rick cocked his head to the side and made an inquiring noise in his throat. “Is something wrong?” he wondered, thinking how handsome Dante was and how much he had always enjoyed admiring his friend. Turning sideways and leaning his head against his right fist, Rick smiled widely at Dante. “What are you thinking about? A good joke? Tell me!” he urged, beginning to bounce up and down enthusiastically.

[Impulse]

Dante was snapped out of his kinky little thoughts by his mother and he quickly nodded. 'Sorry mother, still in a daze.' He signed into the rear-view mirror. He then unbuckled so that he could lean past Rick far enough to close the door. He quickly got settled back into his seat then and turned to Rick, seeing how excited he was to hear what had Dante blushing so much. His heart then caught in his throat and he shook his head no shyly, his cheeks turning bright red.

 

His bright blue eyes looked back at the rear-view mirror to make sure that his mother wasn't watching him before he moved his hand and signed, 'It's stupid, forget it.' However, he was still blushing a very bright shade of red at the thought of being in bed with him...his virginity being taken by a ghost, or even topping Rick. Both ideas made him severely happy. He never even thought that would have been an option before. Now he knew that Rick loved him back...he knew that maybe someday they could go that far. If, well, that was even physically possible. He was now lost in thought about the possibilities of a ghost on human relationship. Leave it to Dante to let his mind wander to this vicinity. He was an 18 year old boy, after all.

[Gatichan]

Rick pouted. “Aw, come on- I also want to know.” His eyes widened slowly and he gasped. “Are you thinking of a dirty joke? Aw, come on, come on- let me in,” he whined, beginning to paw at Dante’s chest. Right then Dante’s father moved out of the parking lot and the car jerked forward. Surprised by this, Rick fell forward against Dante’s chest. “Oh!” Raising his hands so that he could brace himself, Rick glanced up and took in a sharp breath: Dante’s face was suddenly so close to him. Dante’s blushing, red face. Without thinking, Rick reached up and tenderly caressed his friend’s face, his gaze becoming dreamy. How long he’d fantasized about being this close to Dante, but had before never dare to go so far.

 

“You know, it really is a pity that I died before we could confess our feelings to each other,” he sighed, tilting his head a little as he ran a finger down Dante’s nose and then traced the contours of latter’s lips. “We really could have had so much fun together if only we’d…” He began to say, but then Mr. Grayson took a sharp turn to the left and Rick yelped, falling backwards and pulling Dante onto him. Blinking rapidly and beginning to blush himself to feel Dante’s body lying on top of his. “Dante, come on, you know you’re supposed to put on your seatbelt,” Mr. Grayson sighed, sounding exasperated as he turned around.

[Impulse]

Dante turned crimson as their faces neared, breathing hotly as Rick traced the outline of his lips. He turned an even brighter shade of red as he found himself on top of Rick. He desperately hoped that the other couldn't feel the erection that was starting to form in his jeans from their bodies touching. He then jumped a bit and quickly got up, putting on his seat belt. He then quickly shifted his legs, still blushing bright red and giving his father an apologetic look and glancing at his feet silently. He had always wanted to be that close to Rick...laying with him like that...their faces so close together that he could feel his best friend's breath rest on his lips.

 

God he needed to stop thinking about all of this. It was getting him far too turned on, and he couldn't do anything about it whilst in the car. He then looked to the mirror again and gingerly signed back to Rick,

'I...was wondering if we could ever...touch each other like this...if I could have you inside of me...and vice versa...' He confessed, not sure if that was something he should tell Rick or not. He didn't want to scare his friend away, but he'd wanted that for so long...he wanted to kiss him, hold him, nuzzle him, be wrapped in his embrace...he wanted to go as far as Rick would let him....

[Gatichan]

When Dante’s comfortable weight disappeared off of him, Rick remained lying on his back, breathless. It was a bit of a contradiction- how could a dead person be breathless? But lying underneath Dante and…no, it couldn’t have been. No, no- Rick’s imagination had gone through with him…or had he really just felt Dante’s erection? No, it was impossible. Dante was fumbling with his seatbelt and his face was still aflame, but Rick convinced himself that he hadn’t felt an erection…even though, right then, he was embarrassed to admit that he was developing a hard-on simply by thinking about Dante being aroused.

 

Sitting up slowly, Rick automatically reached for the seatbelt, but again his hand naturally passed right through it. Well, even if the car did crash, he couldn’t get harmed because he was already dead. Once dead, always dead- haha. Rick’s mind was taken away from this stupid saying when he saw Dante beginning to sign. He’d learned sign language with his best friend and his father’s help, so he had no problem whatsoever to understand. But Rick’s words caused his groin to spring to life and he looked away, praying that Dante wouldn’t see his terribly shy expression. To actually see Dante mouthing such things- this, while Rick had been alive, would have been unthinkable. Taking in a shaky breath as his pants began to grow uncomfortably tight, Rick turned his face back around to Dante, but still wouldn’t look at him. “Well, you can touch me and I you. I guess that means that we can share some…sort of…intimacy.” He swallowed, but then let the words out. “And once we’re alone, I…would like to try that, too…what you…just suggested. You know…you inside me, me inside you…” Oh God, now his blush was so bad that he had to lift a hand to his mouth to cover it. And there, less than a meter away, were Dante’s parents!

[Impulse]

Dante noticed Rick's erection then, turning crimson and slowly uncovering his own, though still trying to hide it from his parents. He was feeling desperately horny now and the drive home felt like it was taking forever. He wanted to make love to Rick more than anything in the world at the moment, and his bright blue eyes were a bit misty from the waves of excitement slipping through him. Despite his passion, Dante himself felt a bit bashful about his extreme desires for Rick. Seeing Rick equally as shy made him feel a bit better though and he gently tilted Rick's head to look at him. He side-glanced at him then, letting Rick know that this was just as new for him. Dante, being entirely honest, was a complete virgin. He'd saved himself for Rick if ever one day something like this should happen.

 

Well, not exactly like THIS. Not with him being a ghost and all but...something akin.

 

He then rested his hand on top of Rick's hand then.

'They can't see you...remember? It's okay...you can talk as dirty as you want too...Rick can I...be inside of you first? I want to feel what it's like in you...' He requested then, shifting. He was impatient and he desperately wanted to take Rick on his bed first before Rick took him. If they could both last for a second round. Dante figured he could. After all, how hard could it be? His erection was still raging on to the point of it being painful. He tilted his head back and exhaled heavily.

[Gatichan]

(So! I'm off to bed- see you tomorrow if I'm not dead tired after the seminar :cuteonion55:)

 

“Is everything okay back there, sweetheart?” Dante’s mother had to seriously go and ask right then, glancing over her shoulder sympathetically at her son. “Oh Dante, I know Rick’s death has to be traumatic for you, but baby, even though it might seem impossible right now, I know that one day you’ll meet someone just like him, if not better. And knowing Rick, I’m sure he wouldn’t have wanted for you to be so destroyed. I’m sure that, wherever he is right now, he’s smiling at you and wishing for you to move on.”

 

Well, the part about Rick smiling was true: in fact, he was beaming, despite his tomato face. But the part about his hoping that Dante moved on wasn’t. Even though it was probably cruel and wrong, Rick didn’t want Dante to move on, but to remain fixed on him and him alone. He’d waited so long to come this close and now he didn’t want anything to come in between. Swallowing as the pressure in his groin increased, it not exactly being helpful that Dante had uncovered his erection- ha! He hadn’t dreamed it, it had really been there! – Rick sagely nodded. “I’m…a virgin, Dante,” he admitted. How Dante could possibly have expected him to have experience when the only person he’d ever had eyes for was sitting right there beside him right then seemed preposterous, but Rick wanted to leave no room for doubt. “I…don’t really know what it’s like or…or how to properly do it…but yes, I’ll let you go first,” he agreed, smiling shyly at Dante.

 

When Mr. Grayson made an unauthorized turn that took the family car away from Dante’s house and towards a petrol station instead, Dante whined, shifting uncomfortably. His lower anatomy was demanding attention and even if he unzipped his jeans, Dante wouldn’t be able to do anything without arousing his parent’s attention. As his friend’s father pulled up at one of the pumps, however, an idea came to Rick’s mind. “Quick Dante- tell your mom you need to go to the toilet,” he urged, turning towards the door beside him. He couldn’t remain sitting there beside Dante any longer without touching him, but as long as the Graysons were there, Rick felt inhibited.

[Impulse]

((PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT - it never posted. You're kidding me.))

 

Dante looked to his mother then, remembering for a moment that while Rick was still very much alive to him, sitting right beside him even, to the world he was dead. He bit his lip and nodded a little bit then, signing a 'thank you' to his mom for trying to comfort him. He then looked to Rick as Rick confessed that he was a virgin and turned an even brighter shade of red. He was so excited to take him for the first time. He was rock hard and he desperately wanted to touch Rick and vice versa, so as soon as Rick made the recommendation, he looked to his mother.

 

He put on his best depressed victim face and moved his hands up. 'I don't feel too well mom...I'm going to go to the bathroom for a bit... He signed before darting out of the car, leaving it open so that Rick could follow him into the gas station, doing the same for the gas station. He didn't seem to comprehend or at least remember that Rick could walk through walls and doors. He ran past all of the chips, snacks, gum, and the wall of drinks on the wall and back to the males bathroom, finding one of the smaller stalls and getting into it, only closing the door once Rick was inside.

 

He looked up at Rick, panting and red-faced. He really needed this bad, but being equally a virgin, he wasn't so sure how to start.

[Gatichan]

(here I am! :-P )

 

Rick was relieved that Dante immediately agreed to his plan. And as he waited for Dante to tell his mother that he needed a restroom break, Rick began to fidget with his fingers on his knees, suddenly extremely nervous. What exactly could he and Dante do in the restricted time? And would he be able to stop? What if there were other men inside the restroom? What if Mr. Grayson decided to follow his son to the bathroom? He shook his head- he had to concentrate on what was about to happen. His palms became sweaty and he swallowed nervously, breathing out all the air in his lungs. Calm down.

 

Dante was out the car in a flash and Rick took a moment to realize that the time had come. Hopping out after him, Rick meant to call out to his friend that he needn’t hold the door open for him, but Dante went so fast that Rick had to chuckle: in that moment Dante was simply adorable. Forcing his legs to run faster, he passed through the doors of the petrol station and followed his best friend into the restroom and then into the first stall. As Dante closed the door, Rick reached over and locked it. Safe was safe.

 

And then it was only him and Dante, facing each other, both of them with hard-ons, both of them inside a confined space. When Rick breathed out, he was sure that Dante could feel it caressing his face. Dante held back and Rick understood that his friend was unsure how to proceed. Raising his right hand, Rick ran it tenderly through Dante’s hair. When he reached the ends of his childhood friend’s hair, he gripped it tightly and pushing Dante forward, parted his lips and stepped right into Dante, kissing him hotly. As his tongue entered Dante’s mouth, Rick moaned out with longing, slipping his left hand into the back pocket of Dante’s jeans, thus pressing him tightly up against him. Tilting his head to perfect the fit of his lips on his friend’s, Rick grinded his hips against Dante’s, moaning out again longingly at the delicious friction that followed. Tightening his hold on the back of Dante’s neck, Rick removed his left hand and reaching around to the front of Dante’s jeans, yanked the zipper down. “I want to touch you,” he breathed out, covering the sensuous lips he’d been hungrily kissing.

[Impulse]

Dante looked up at Rick in a bit of shock as he was pulled into the deep kiss. His full lips parted as well, opening his wet mouth so that their tongue could entwine. He couldn't help moaning at the wonderful taste of his best friend's mouth. As they swapped saliva he felt like his head was spinning. He was sitting in a gas station bathroom, their bodies pressed so close together, desperately horny, completely ready to fuck his childhood friend, who, by the way, was dead and now a ghost. Now he just wanted to let out all of the love and passion he'd had for Rick so long. He gave a soft gasp as he felt Rick grind against him. He ground back even harder, wanting Rick to feel the friction of their clothed cocks rubbing side by side.

 

Dante moaned a little as he looked up at Rick, his eyes glazed over. Lighting bolts of pleasure shot through him at the feeling of Rick unzipping his dress pants. He couldn't help pushing his hips forward before he slid down his own pants, pulling them and his boxers down so that his member was free. He couldn't help feeling a little bashful at his seven inch erection being displayed for Rick to see. He was circumcised, and hard as a rock as well. He timidly pulled out of their hot kiss, gasping for breath.

"I-I've...b-been waiting for this...f-for so long....." He whispered aloud then. No one else was in the bathrooms with them. It was just the two of them...so finally Dante was able to push out his voice and force himself to speak. "P-Please touch me..." He whispered as he slid his hand over to Rick and pushed his pants down, looking at his erection and giving Rick a look that begged permission to stroke and rub him.

 

The tip of Dante's cock was already wet, beads of pre-cum leaking from the slit. He'd been wanting this so bad for so long. Now they could finally have it. Though, he was nervous about his father coming back in to check on him. He hoped that his parents would give him some space and he could get a good fuck in. At least, if he could take Rick here, maybe Rick could take him at home....right now though, those thoughts pushed themselves to the back of his mind and the brain in his other head took charge.

[Gatichan]

It felt wonderful to finally be holding what he had most wanted to touch and feel before. And even though he was dead and ought to have missed out on the opportunity, there he was with Dante and they were about to get naked. Groaning out into Dante’s mouth, his friend’s dexterous tongue enticing and sweet as it flickered over his, fighting and reconciling at the same time, Rick’s fingers caressed Dante’s neck when his friend rubbed his groin harder against his. Hearing Dante moan as well did wonderful things to his blood and he leaned back against the stall wall, pulling Dante along with him.

 

Rolling his eyes upwards and biting his lip when Dante asked him to touch him and also asked for permission to touch him. Reaching out with a trembling hand as he gulped, but nodded, whispering Dante’s name out hoarsely, Rick’s left hand finally, finally closed around Dante’s thick, throbbing member. Whimpering slightly with need and extreme arousal to actually feel the warm flesh – because he felt it, he really did. And not only that, when his thumb passed over Dante’s head, he felt the wetness of his friend’s precum. Dante’s voice was so sexy, so lusty that Rick’s own member thickened further.

 

“Oh Dante,” he breathed out between their kisses as he languidly cupped his hand around Dante’s wonderful cock and began to masturbate his friend. The warm, thick flesh felt better than he had even imagined that it would and going all the way up to the head, rubbed his thumb over the tip and all around the sides of the circumcised head. He had never felt one, nor seen one and bending his head slightly, he kissed Dante’s throat, trying to spy down to get a proper look at his friend’s sex. “I want you so badly. I want you in me- I want you to have me right here, pressed up against this wall.” He began to rub his hand faster and faster up and down the length, his mouth filling with saliva as he imagined what it would actually feel like to suck Dante off then and there. “But is there enough time?” he wondered, moaning into Dante’s mouth when his friend finally took a hold of him.

 

Dante’s body was responsive, giving Rick little clues as to what he enjoyed. And it seemed that he really appreciated the attention that Rick was giving him. In that instance, especially when Dante began to touch him, Rick forgot that he was dead. He felt so alive, so young…so desperate to find release. Letting go of his inhibitions, Rick dropped to his knees, slipping past Dante’s eager hands. Finding his face level with his heart’s desire, Rick whimpered as he opened his mouth and sticking his tongue out, hungrily lapped up Dante’s member and swirling it around the head, sucked it into his mouth with a loud, horny groan.