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Ghost is a dead man. Unless you know him personally, Simon Riley, the murderer of his own family has died in that fire on Christmas eve. He has no identity, no life and only one thing he can keep doing: his job.
So when he met Nikolai, a man whose entire identity revolved around not being traceable he found himself dragged towards this man, that despite having nothing but his body and a fake name, had more life in his eyes than Ghost had ever seen in anyone else's. They gravitate towards each other, knowing how they both had similar struggles, but never getting close enough to share their fears, their deepest desires, to share what they hope the other man might want too.It all falls down on them one night, while Nik is repairing his helicopter, taking his sweet time looking for damage on the blade while Ghost drinks a beer in the cabin; the two always close but never enough, their hunger never satiated with a hand shake, a fist on the shoulder or the rare hug. When Nik jumps down from the helicopter's roof he startles Ghost a bit, now too used to having Nik by his side all the time.
And in the buzzing artificial light of the hangar, with particles of dust raising in the air he feels his heart ache for a moment, looking at Nik with sweet adoration in his eyes.
And how could Nikolai resist Simon? After all they have been circling around each other for a while and the man has been looking at him as if he put the sun up there? So when Nikolai comes closer, enters the cabin and sits near Ghost he is surprised when the shorter man tears his eyes away from him.
There, in the shadow of the cabin, he can almost see Ghost blushing, and he can't say if he is imagining it, out of his own selfish desire, or out of a too strong love to be contained, but he gives in a little. He lets their fingers intertwine between them and gives a light squeeze to Ghost's, his heart beating too fast for him to process anything except Ghost turning around and his gorgeous whiskey eyes meeting his own.
He wants to kiss him; he realizes too soon, and gives in to his desires, leaving Ghost the time to pull away if he misread the situation. But instead Ghost comes closer on his own, their lips separated only by the thin fabric of Ghost's mask, that has always been part of him. They keep each other close, sharing many loving stares and slow kisses but no words.
Those would have been too much for them.