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"I think I love you, too," Logan replied, his voice cracking with emotion.
I lay quietly and watched as Logan drifted off to sleep. My hand floated above his chest as I heard the lightest of snores. It made me smile.
Three hours later, he woke. “Ben, you’re still here.”
“Yeah, nothing on TV,” I smirked.
“I like that you’re here,” he whispered.
“Can I ask a personal question?”
“Of course,” he said. “I think we’re past having secrets.”
“Do you ever?” I paused. “I mean, I’ve never seen you…” I reached down to pantomime the motions of pleasuring myself.
“Ben!”
“Oops, too much?” I asked. I would have blushed if I could.
“Not really, I guess.” Logan pushed himself up to a sitting position. He was wearing only pajama bottoms. “I’ve been taking care of it in the shower.”
I smiled. He was so handsome in the shadows of the night. “That makes sense,” I said softly. “Toilet and shower are the two places I never intrude in my haunting. Tooth brushing is fair game.”
Logan chuckled. “What about you when you were flesh and blood?”
“Oh, man, at least two times a day. Shower in the morning and bed at night. Sometimes a quickie somewhere in between.”
“Horny little Ben,” he whispered.
“Uh, yeah. Can I ask a question, Logan?”
“Sure, shoot.”
“Would you…” My voice faded for a moment. “Could I watch?”
Logan furrowed his brow, taken aback by my request. “Um, I don’t know. That’s kind of personal.”
“I know, I know. It’s just that I miss it—the sensation of being touched. And watching you, even if I can’t feel it myself, would be the closest thing to being intimate again,” I explained, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Logan thought about it for a moment, his gaze meeting mine. “Okay, I’ll try. You have to promise to look away if I ask you to.”
I nodded eagerly, my ghostly heart pounding. Logan lowered his pajama bottoms, and I watched as he began to touch himself. He was uncut, so he didn’t need lotion or lube.
It was strange to see it happening in front of me without being able to feel it or take part, but it was also thrilling in a way. His cock was beautiful, like everything else about Logan. I bit my lip when he let out his first moan.
As he continued to stroke himself, I felt the heat in the room rising. I imagined how having him do the same to me might feel. It couldn’t happen in my current state, but I could still dream.
Logan suddenly stopped and looked over at me, his breathing heavy. “I can’t do this with you just watching me. It’s too weird.”
“I understand,” I said, looking down in disappointment.
He then surprised me by motioning for me to come closer. I hesitated for a moment before cautiously floating over to him. He gestured at my translucent hand and guided it toward his aroused cock, allowing me to wrap my spectral fingers around his shaft.
We couldn’t feel it, but we could both see it.
“Oh, damn, Ben, that’s fucking hot. Do you think it’s hot?”
“Yeah,” I murmured, feeling my phantom skin tingling with pleasure at the idea of touching him.
