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Shane had no idea what to expect when they arrived at the location they would investigate that night. While they were setting the equipment up earlier, Ryan mentioned he had brought a little surprise he wanted to try out.
What had the little guy come up with now? Had he brought yet another one of his gadgets with obnoxious beeps and flashing lights?
Even though Shane didn't take the whole thing too seriously, he loved Ryan's passion and dedication to his beliefs. He knew he wanted to be there for Ryan when he got himself worked up over an unknown noise again, his sarcastic comments always carrying a gentle and honest reassurance: I'm here for you. You're okay.
He heard a faint rustling noise coming from the room Ryan went in earlier.
“Ryan, what are you doing?" he yelled.
“Just a sec, you'll see.”
Shane sighed.
He looked around the room. The others were taking a break, so it was just the two of them in the dimly lit lobby. Man, Shane couldn't wait to get this over with. Maybe they could grab a beer together after they were done here? They did that sometimes, after packing up in the middle of the night, neither of them wanting to go to sleep just yet. Shane smiled gently. He'd like to spend more time with Ryan after this, he thought.
But to get to that point, they would have to start their investigation first. Shane grew impatient.
“Okay Ryan, come on. We got a ghost hunt to do here, what’s taking you so long?”
"Alright, alright, I’m coming out."
Shane didn't even know what he was expecting, but he certainly wasn’t prepared for this.
Ryan stood in front of him, wearing tight red hot pants that hugged his thighs perfectly and a little black crop top that said “I love busting” with a little heart on it.
Shane drew in a sharp breath and couldn't help but look him up and down. Ryan's biceps and strong thighs were perfectly accentuated in the outfit.
What in the hell was he doing?
And why the hell couldn’t he look away???
“I—um," the words were stuck in his throat. He already felt the heat growing in his cheeks.
Shit.
“Thought I could spice it up a little for the ghosts,” Ryan said nonchalantly. “Try something new…maybe seduce them.”
Shane tried to look away, tried to say something, tried to do anything but all he could do was stare dumbfounded at Ryan. He couldn't take his eyes off of Ryan’s arms and the way the top ended just above his belly button. How soft would Ryan’s skin feel if he touched it there?
He quickly shook his head, desperately trying to gain some control over his thoughts.
“Maybe they'd like a little show,” Ryan said in a deep voice and slowly started swaying his hips. For a second, Shane panicked, imagining what would happen if someone walked into the room right now. But even if he tried harder, he couldn’t look away. He was in complete awe.
Ryan kept twirling, moving his hips in bigger circles, glancing over his shoulder at Shane, pushing his butt out a little.
He knew exactly what he was doing, wasn’t he?
Shane swallowed hard, eyes still glued to Ryan's backside and the way his hips moved in slow circles, the way the shorts were clinging to his butt so perfectly.
He cleared his throat.
Get it fucking together, man.
“Uh y-yeah, I mean maybe they would," he stammered.
Ryan was facing him again.
“Well, looks like you are enjoying it, big guy. Good to know."
Ryan winked at him with a knowing grin.
The little shit, Shane thought.