When a Hitman Gets Haunted by a Ghost
Chapter 86: A Desire For Intimacy

Chapter 86: A Desire For Intimacy

Smooth hands slid beneath Kant’s jacket, warming his sides through the fabric. He barely had time to process it before his sweater was tugged loose.

Gabriel was everywhere—the press of his body, the warmth of his breath, the taste of him lingering between every kiss.

Their lips slid together, and Kant almost mistook the sensation for the ground sliding from under his feet. The only thing that kept him in place were the fingers teasing up his ribs.

Everything was too much yet not enough at the same time.

Gabriel pressed closer, his thigh nudging between Kant’s just enough to make his breath hitch. The realization sent a sharp, startling kind of awareness through Kant.

If it went any further, they would start undressing in the middle of the bridge.

"Gabriel..." Kant mumbled, but lost his train of thought again when hot lips moved along his jaw, trailing lower. His brain was an unreliable station. Too many lost trains.

He furrowed his brow, trying to remember what he was going to say.

Footsteps passing by snapped him out of it.

Kant gently pushed away. "Gab, we’re in public."

Gabriel met his eyes with a half-lidded look, staring for a few seconds before he registered the passerby.

"Oh! Right, yeah, still in public..." He chuckled nervously, dropping into a crouch.

Kant snorted, not too far off from the same predicament. He subtly adjusted his jeans, not paying it too much attention. Watching Gabriel begin to duck-walk in circles was distracting enough.

"Real smooth. Are you a teenager?"

"I can’t help it." Gabriel made a few more circles, then stumbled up with a tired huff, leaning onto the railing next to Kant. "It’s not every day I get to touch you like this."

They stood there for a moment in silence, watching the canal below.

The water gleamed a faint silver in the night, slow waves gently lapping against the edges. The sky above was clear, the moon shining brightly, stars winking around it.

It was a beautiful night. Kant had never thought the winter could be this nice.

Gabriel studied his relaxed persona for a while, then decided it was the prime time to ask questions. "Have you kissed a lot?"

Kant hummed, his eyes following the reflections of stars in the water. "Just about once, back in high school."

"Really?" Gabriel quirked a brow, a sly smile on his face. "But you’re good at it."

Kant looked at him skeptically. "Am I?"

If being touch-starved and yearning was any good, then sure, he was excellent at it.

"Have you done anything more?" Gabriel rolled on. "Slept with anyone?"

He sure wasn’t beating around the bush.

The thought had crossed Kant’s mind in his late teens, but after his first kill, any desire for intimacy fled his mind. It felt too dirty—to take a life, then love someone with those same hands.

"No. Wasn’t interested in any of that."

Gabriel leaned further over the railing to get a better look at his face. But something about it made Kant sober up more. He scratched his brow, looking away briefly.

"Let’s go. It’s getting chilly." Gabriel nudged him, falling into step.

Kant pushed off the railing and followed in his unsteady manner. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, pulling it tighter, as if that would help him keep it together.

The sound of their footsteps against the pavement broke the quiet, echoing through the street.

Kant stumbled occasionally, but whenever Gabriel glanced at him, he was back to walking straight. A strong core and willpower kept his pride intact.

As they carried on, the silence only thickened. Was it just him or was there something left hanging between them?

Something seemed to be on Gabriel’s mind, his lips pursed, eyes trailing around thoughtfully.

Kant cleared his throat. "You good?"

Gabriel glanced at him, then down to Kant’s pants, tapping his chin. "It’s just that you’re pretty big, so I’m wondering if I’ll be able to take it."

That... went in a completely different direction than Kant expected. He turned to Gabriel slowly, gaping, his ears—no, his entire body—burning.

Gabriel burst out into a fit of laughter, grabbing his stomach. "Haha! You should have seen your face! Oh, this is gold! I didn’t think I’d be able to get that kind of reaction out of you!"

"Do you have no filter at all?" Kant muttered.

"None with you," Gabriel teased, all too happy about it. "Besides, what’s the point of keeping quiet when we’ve already seen each other naked?"

Kant halted. "Hold on, when have you seen me naked?"

Gabriel smirked. "When I was a ghost, I saw you in the shower. And before you say anything—no, I wasn’t staring the whole time. I just happened to be... passing through the walls while you were in there."

There was a pause as Kant tried to wrap his head around this new information. In the end he could just sigh.

What a splendid match they were—a killer and a pervert.

"Hey, in my defense, I was dead and you have a nice body," Gabriel added, completely remorseless. "I took what I could get."

Kant rubbed at his temples, trying to reverse his memory. "I wish I was drunk enough to forget this conversation."

"Not my fault you have a perfect build," Gabriel kept going, running his audacious gaze up and down Kant’s form. "Wide back, strong arms, and God, your shoulders—"

"I got it already," Kant gave him a light shove, "no need to announce it to the entire neighborhood."

Gabriel’s eyes widened and he shot a hand over his mouth, keeping quiet for just a few steps before bursting into a series of snorts and giggles. "Whoops. I didn’t realize I was being that loud."

When he calmed down, their steps were back to echoing through the dead streets.

The wind was picking up, cutting through the layers of their clothing. It looked like a snowstorm was on the way.

Kant glanced over, thinking he heard a shudder. "You cold?"

Gabriel tilted his head as if he couldn’t decide. "A little."

Kant stopped, unzipping off his jacket.

"Oho," Gabriel laughed loudly, "a striptease before we even get back?"

Kant opened his mouth, stared, then zipped back up and walked away.

Damn loud perverted exclaims. There was no way this guy cared about his image.

Gabriel’s laughter echoed through the night as he jogged up to catch up with his grumpy companion.

The blue eyes flickered downward again, and Kant was a hair width’s away from tying a scarf over his mouth. But the next question was one of concern.

"Doesn’t it hurt to walk?"

Kant gave a dismissive hum. "It just feels stiff."

"So, no pain? Even when bending down? Jumping? Running?"

"Gab, I didn’t break my leg. It’s mostly fine."

Gabriel stopped him, pressing a hand against the muscle while watching Kant’s expression, as if testing how much pressure he could take.

"Do you think you can... y’know, do it?" he asked quietly.

It took a second for Kant to process what ’it’ meant.

"Can I—" He choked on his words. "Seriously?"

"A man’s gotta know!" Gabriel defended himself, no less flustered than Kant.

"Now? Here?"

"God, not here." Gabriel pushed him forward. "My place. In privacy. Are you sober now?"