Linc hurried up the stairs with Tom right behind him. As soon as they got to his room Linc began to dig through his dresser. “I should have some T-shirts that’ll work.” He pulled two out and turned around to find Tom had stripped off his wet shirt. “Whew,” he muttered.
“Whew and double whew,” Damian agreed. “Nice pecs.”
“Nice everything,” Giorgio agreed. “And in case you’re wondering Linc, it’s not really possible to gag a ghost in ghost form.”
“Well damn.”
Tom chuckled as he held out his hand for the shirts. “You all right there?”
“Oh yeah,” Linc whispered. “More than and hell I shouldn’t be…” He bit his lip as he stared at Tom. Damian had been right; Tom had nice pecs, fantastic chest altogether and... He quickly brought his eyes back up to Tom’s face. “You must work out a lot.”
“Not really. I help my dad with his landscaping business in trade for staying at the house. Don’t ever let anyone tell you it’s easy work because it’s not.” Tom looked at the two shirts. “’Dr. Who’ fan I take it.”
“Definitely, and even more so when he came on the show.” Linc pointed to one of the shirts. “He was, umm…a good actor…yeah.”
“And sexy as hell so I think I’ll borrow this one.”
Nonplussed by Tom’s comment Linc quickly turned away to find a dry shirt for himself. He heard a chuckle and immediately thought Giorgio was going to make another one of his comments. “Don’t even…” he growled under his breath.
“What, I can’t say he’s sexy?” Tom asked.
“No, I mean yes, I mean…damn it men aren’t supposed to call other men sexy.”
“Oh? Why not?”
Linc spun around to look at him. “Just…because.”
“I bet he’s gay,” Giorgio said gleefully. “Ask him.”
“You’re crazy. No way…”
Tom shook his head, starting for the door. “I’m not crazy, but I’m beginning to have serious doubts about you. Thanks for the loan of the shirt. I’ll get it back to you tomorrow.”
“Wait, please, I can explain.”
“Explain what? That you have an invisible friend you talk to? Or maybe there are two of you inside your head, sort of like in that one story of yours.”
Linc looked at him in surprise. “You’ve read them?”
Tom shrugged. “Yeah. They’re good horror stories.”
“Thanks. But, I mean…”
“You didn’t do a half bad job with the main characters either. Most authors don’t really handle the whole gay thing too well. Well most straight male authors I should say.”
“Oh boy, we have a problem,” Damian grumbled. “He thinks you’re straight, Linc.”
“I sort of noticed,” Linc replied without thinking.
Tom leaned against the door frame, one eyebrow cocked. “So you decided to see if you could do it better huh?”
“What? Oh, well, yeah I suppose so.”
“What did you do, go online to research the…technical details?” Tom grinned. “Lot’s of hits on gay porn sites?”
“You better tell him the truth or he’s going to think you’re one strange puppy, Linc.”
Linc bit down hard on his lip to keep from telling Giorgio out loud to get lost. Regaining his slipping control he said, “Those sites are unreal.”
“What’s the trouble Linc? You got turned on when you watched. I hear that can happen to straight guys sometimes. Afraid it means you some sort of sick perv?” Tom’s look was thunderous.
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