Ivan (he believes in ghosts, right?)

"... so let me get this straight. You, Ethan, and your best friend, Cedric, who until yesterday would ridicule anyone who believed in ghosts and the supernatural, are calling me regarding a ghost-based emergency that you guys would like me to help you take a look at as soon as possible."

"... yeah."

"One that you guys absolutely refuse to explain over phone, text, or mail."

"... right."

There was a moment of silence before Ivan spoke again.

"Is this some kind of prank? Because it's not a very believ-"

"NO! No, it isn't! We really need your help!" Ethan protested, his neck straining as he struggled against the belt holding him in place, trying to stretch forward to speak into Cedric's phone.

"We're serious about the ghost thing!" Cedric chimed in.

"This is really sudden, though. You've always been very dismissive about this stuff. What even brought about this... this..." Ivan paused as realization dawned upon him. "... ah. This has something to do with the graveyard, doesn't it?"

"If it was... would you be able to help us?"

Ivan sighed. "Fine. I'll entertain the two of you. Tomorrow morning. But I'm at my parents' for the weekend cause my Nana's here, so you'll have to drop by."

"That might... might not be..."

"Look, Ethan, my Nana's come from out of state and this is the first time in years I've seen her. I'm not planning to leave."

"Erm..."

"Plus, my Nana's the one who actually knows about ghostlore, anyway. She claims she's studied them. If you really want someone who can help, she's probably the one."

"..."

"I'll text you my address, okay? Tell me if you're coming. See you guys, maybe. Bye!"

"Wait, Ivan! You-...! Fuck, he hung up on us," Ethan cursed.

"So... are you going?"

"... do I have a choice?"

Cedric sighed. "Doubt so."

"... fuck."

About fifteen minutes later, Cedric pulled into the mostly-empty dorm carpark, ending what had been the strangest drive of his life.

Well, him and Ethan returning to campus after an afternoon out at the movies wasn't that weird. What was weird was that Ethan was still practically naked except for a cum-soaked face towel thrown hurriedly over his crotch to prevent him from whining too much. His shirt and jeans, of course, were still bunched up around his wrists and ankles.

(Cedric had certainly entertained thoughts of stuffing the towel into Ethan's mouth instead... but that would've probably been a step too far.)

(Probably.)

"... guess I gotta let you go now, huh?"

"You don't have to sound so sad about that, you know."

"I think I'm allowed to be sad," Cedric replied as he turned to Ethan, casting his eyes across Ethan's lean, athletic, delectable body once more. "I'm about to lose sight of perfection, here. You know, when you see something so beautiful that the world seems duller afterwards?" He pouted as he rested his head on Ethan's shoulder, his fingers trailing down the grooves of Ethan's abs.

Ethan snorted, a faint blush rising into his cheeks. "Yeah, yeah, quit it already, you little drama queen. You've had your fun. Now let me go."

With an exaggerated sigh, Cedric reluctantly unclipped the seatbelt and watched as Ethan got dressed.

"Ready to head back to the dorm?" Cedric asked once Ethan had finished.

"Yeah, just about," Ethan said as he made his way over to Cedric's side, clutching the little hand towel in one fist. "Just one more thing..."

"Wha- AAAAAH! WHAT'RE YOU-GACK! NUH-UH! NAUR! EFFFHANNNN!"

Ethan grinned gleefully as he held Cedric in a gentle but unyielding headlock and slowly and deliberately rubbed the damp towel over Cedric's mouth.

"FUGH YOUUUU!"