Roach's voice was like music to his ears. Anytime Ghost heard it, even from across the rec room, it set his heart racing. Just hearing that laugh, even if it wasn't directed at him was enough. But when Roach called his name, his real name, that made his heart stop.
"Simon..."
Simon. A person he'd long thought dead before Roach coaxed him out again. Hearing his name from this man was a special kind of gift. Even better when Roach was moaning it in pleasure, begging for more. Ghost always caved in and gave him more, gave him whatever he wanted. As soon as Roach figured this out he used it to his advantage. Not that he minded, he would do anything to hear Roach say his name one more time.
"Can you get some chocolate?"
"Gary, it's three in the morning. Can't it wait?"
"Please?" No response. "For me, Simon?"
Ghost groaned and got out of bed to find some clothes. Anything for Roach. He was rewarded with a kiss when he returned. "You owe me."
"Anything you want."
"Tell me you love me."
"I love you."
"Use my name."
Roach's eyes lit up with amusement, but he leaned forward, lips barely touching Ghost's. "I love you, Simon."
Yeah, he was a goner.
