The Writer and the Ghosts - 13

Linc almost dropped the platter when he entered the kitchen and heard Giorgio say, “He’s cute, and sexy.”

“And straight,” Linc muttered.

Jeanie shot him a puzzled look. “What’s straight?”

“Umm, should I take this straight into the dining room?”

“No. Put the chicken in a pan so I can finish cooking it. Oh, and you too, Tom,” she added when the young man appeared. When he cocked an eyebrow in question she said, “Chicken…pan.”

Linc set the platter down, grabbed a paper towel to dry his glasses so he could see clearly again then dug a pan out of the cupboard and with Tom’s help the chicken was soon in the oven. “Anything else, mom?” he asked.

She shooed him away, telling him to go keep his friends company.

“What friends,” he said softly as he followed Tom out of the kitchen.

“Well if you play your cards right…” Giorgio said. “That Tom’s got a nice ass on him.”

“Giorgio,” Damian said before Linc could, “shut up. Although…” there was a small pause, “it is rather a nice one.”

“Both of you, stop,” Linc growled.

Tom turned around to look at him. “Stop what?”

“Umm…” Linc tried desperately to think of a reply that made sense. “Just telling the rain to stop. It’s going to be crowded in here.”

“Rain, rain, go away,” Jeff said as he and Allie joined them, his arm around her waist. “Do you have any towels, we’re all soaking wet, especially you two.”

Linc suddenly realized exactly how wet Tom was when he saw his shirt was plastered to his body. He gulped, saying, “I’ll be right back.”

“Offer him a dry shirt, you idiot,” Giorgio said.

“I’m not…”

“You’re doing it again.” Linc spun around to find Tom right behind him. “Do you always talk to yourself out loud?”

“No! Well not always. Just when… Umm, would you like a dry shirt? I can bring you one.”

“Sure, if you’ve got something that’ll fit. I’m a bit larger than you. Tell you what I’ll come up with you, that way you don’t have to do by guess and by golly.”

“I…sure.”

“Hot damn,” Giorgio said. Linc could imagine him smirking and sighed.

“Want me to gag him?” Damian asked, chuckling. “One nod for yes, two for no.”

Linc nodded once, sharply. He heard a muffled sound which he prayed was Giorgio being gagged or better yet dragged away. Presuming that was possible considering they were both incorporeal at the moment.