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The old Victorian home looms above the three boys as they try to gather the courage to go inside of it. It’s become a time honoured tradition in Truham to dare one another to go into the supposedly haunted house set near the edge of town. Jake doesn’t even really want to be here, but his older brother Ryan was the one who got dared, and he’s roped Jake into coming. They’ve dragged their cousin Colin along with him, insisting that it’ll be a really cool story to tell all of his mates.
“Ready to see some ghosts?” Ryan asks gleefully.
“That’s if they even are ghosts,” Colin retorts. When Ryan opens his mouth to argue, Colin adds, “Mum says that ghosts are just from another moment in time, bleeding into our reality.”
“Kind of like the multiverse?” Ryan asks.
“I guess so?” Colin replies, sounding like he isn’t so sure.
Ryan shrugs. “Huh. That could be cool I guess.” He turns back around to the door of the old, seemingly neglected house, then pushes it open, stepping inside.
Jake tries to level out his heart rate as he follows his brother. The musty smell, likely due to the place having been shut up tight years ago before being left alone, immediately begins to irritate his sinuses. He can detect the odour of stale air and dust swirling all around him, though every now and then, he gets a hint of something else.
He thinks there are subtle hints of lemon, and what he can only describe as the ocean. That creeps him out more than everything else, if he’s being honest. As far as he’s aware, no one has been in here in years, so why does it smell like there’s a lemon loaf being baked in a quaint little cottage by the sea?
“C’mon, mates, upstairs we go!” Ryan, the self-appointed leader of their group due to his age, heads up the stairs, stopping every so often to brush cobwebs out of his way.
“Where are we even going?” Colin whines, a minor tinge of panic in his voice as the floorboards of the stairs creak below all of their weight. Their cousin is much younger than the both of them, and it’s showing more than ever right now.
“The bedroom at the end of the corridor!” Ryan hisses over his shoulder.
Okay, Jake absolutely does not want to go there first, so he suggests something that might be an awful idea in hindsight. “Why don’t we check out the basement first?”
Ryan turns around slowly, annoyance written all over his face. “Why would we do that? This is clearly where the ghosts are.” He gestures down the corridor, where disembodied voices seem to be coming from.
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“I swear to god,” Charlie hisses, as they force their way into the house. “This dust better not get in my hair.”
“You’re worried about dust?” Nick asks, shutting the door quietly behind them, despite knowing they were very much alone. “There are spiders here.”
Charlie rolls his eyes, which Nick couldn’t see since his torch was facing in front of him. “Yes, I already told you I’d protect you from any and all spiders.”
Nick doesn’t seem very settled by this but Charlie grabs his arm and marches them forward, towards the staircase. The house has an unsettled feel to it, completely abandoned for years due to it being “haunted”.
“Why did we agree to this?” Nick moans, as they head up the creaky steps, they groan under their combined weight. “Fuck, why did I agree to this?”
“Because I refuse to lose a bet to Darcy and you love me,” Charlie points out once they hit the top of the steps.
The “bet” was really Charlie’s fault, Darcy had been talking about the haunted house outside of town and Charlie scoffed at the idea. Ghosts were fun to believe in but they weren’t real at all. The house was just old and abandoned, any sounds were probably wild animals or kids fucking with people. When he brought this up, Darcy was quick on the dare and well, if he was going to sleep somewhere gross, Nick was coming with him.
“Fair,” Nick says, shining the torch down the hall. They are supposed to sleep in the main bedroom, which according to lore, is the truly haunted one. Charlie has blankets in his backpack and Nick has snacks and because it’s Nick, holy water and rock salt.
“You know,” Charlie says, once they push the bedroom door open. “We are sleeping alone in a house…”
It takes Nick a second before he realises it and he gasps, hands on his chest. “We are not having sex with ghosts!”
Charlie laughs, walking into the room, looking around the abandoned space. The bed is not in great shape, but nothing looks ready to fall apart. Everything’s just in disarray and covered in dust and probably spiders. Nick has yet to cross over into the room, standing stubbornly at the threshold, looking properly scandalised.
“I’m not a ghost,” Charlie points out, sitting down on the bed, it creaks nearly as loudly as the stairs.
“But there are ghosts here,” Nick presses, shining the torch at Charlie’s feet. There’s a window with no curtain that lets moonlight in. It’s sort of romantic in a creepy Tim Burton aesthetics vibe.
“There’s no such thing as ghosts,” Charlie points out. As if the universe is fucking with them, a loud creaking sound sends Nick stepping into the room, turning to look out into the hallway.
“What the fucccck,” Nick says. “Charlie!! Someone’s on the steps!!”
“It’s a rat or something,” Charlie says, unmoving. “Nick, just come in and shut the door if you’re so worried.”
“Ghosts don’t care about shut doors, Charlie,” Nick says, as if Charlie’s being silly. He does, however, drop his backpack and start rummaging around in it. He takes out a jumper, a little container of lemon loaf he made, two water bottles and then the rock salt. “But they can’t go through this.” He proudly shows off the rock salt.
“Just because it was on Supernatural, doesn’t mean it’s true.”
Nick scoffs, offended. “It wasn’t just on Supernatural, Charles,” he insists. “It’s basic ghost information. And Dean Winchester would never lie to me.” He turns to spread out rock salt in a straight line across the threshold. Charlie shifts to rest against the rusty headboard. It was probably a bad idea to have sex in a house that’s old and full of tetanus but they don’t have much time left before Nick goes off to uni and Charlie's horny enough to let it slide.
He just has to hope he could turn Nick’s scaredness into horniness.
When Nick’s done, he wiggles his butt a little before turning to Charlie, smirking. “There, we should be safe.”
Another creak happens, this one sounds like the front door opening and even Charlie quirks an eyebrow. “The house is old,” he repeats. “Old houses make sounds.”
Nick doesn’t look convinced, but he does come over and sit gingerly on the bed. He hands Charlie the lemon loaf he’s picked up off the floor. “Does lemon loaf repel ghosts too?”
“No,” Nick says. “I just know it’s your favourite.”
Charlie has a hard time finding anything wrong with that, so he tips forward so they can kiss.
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They’re only here because everyone says that the bedroom is haunted in this place, but Jake is so not ready to go in there yet. As far as he’s aware, none of the kids who have ever been dared to come in here have actually gone all the way into the supposedly haunted room. Grasping at straws for a reason to avoid the bedroom a little bit longer, Jake shrugs, then says, “Aren’t basements supposed to be creepy in places like this?”
Colin’s eyes go wide, but before he can protest, Ryan exclaims, “Yes! Good thinking, little brother!” With that decided, he waves his hands as if ordering Jake and Colin to go back down the stairs from where they came.
Jake’s bravado, barely present in the first place, slips away as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. “Does this place even have a basement?” he asks once they are on the ground floor. He only suggested it because that’s always where people went in scary movies, but basements weren’t even that common here.
“Huh. Good question,” Ryan hums.
Ignoring Colin’s whining, the boys split up trying to find a door to a basement, but none of them find anything through the few doors on the ground floor except for more dust and cobwebs. “Maybe we should just l-leave,” Colin suggests, his voice wavering when they hear a noise from upstairs.
“Absolutely not!” Ryan scoffs. “Let’s go back upstairs now.”
Colin looks at Jake, silently pleading with him to back him up, but he just shrugs at his cousin, then follows Ryan to the staircase. Who knows what they’ll find back there, but Jake just tries to tell himself that whatever is in there, it’s not a ghost. Ghosts aren’t real… right?
As Jake gets up onto the landing of the first floor, he catches a whiff of lemon and salt again. Walking forward, his shoes start crunching something on the old floorboards. Turning on the flashlight on his mobile phone, he peers down to see what it is. Whatever he’s stepping on, it kind of looks like rocks, except… some of it is blue?
“What the hell is this?” he asks the other boys, who also crouch down to study the stones.
“It kind of reminds me of the rock salt at our uncle’s house,” Colin muses aloud.
“Weird,” Ryan mutters before standing up again, prepared to lead the boys further towards the disembodied voices coming from the end of the corridor.
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Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t take very long before Charlie’s sitting in Nick’s lap, mouth attached to his neck. The lemon loaf and a bag of crisps lay discarded on the floor, along with their backpacks and the torch. Charlie’s pretty sure Nick is enjoying himself enough to forget how scared he was. Especially when he reaches underneath Charlie’s shirt and scratches against his ribs.
Charlie pulls back, looks into Nick’s dark brown eyes, the moonlight cascading over his face in a way you’d only see in cheesy romance novels. He makes the executive decision that yes, sex is on the table, as he pulls his jumper over his head, taking the undershirt with it.
Nick’s eyes get wide. “Oh,” he says, like he’s forgotten this is something they can do. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” Charlie says. “I’ve got lube and condoms and a blanket.”
There’s a pause, Nick looks over Charlie’s body before he nods. “Yeah, okay.”
Grinning, Charlie climbs off his lap, shucking his jeans and pants as he does so; they’d already removed their shoes. The house might be abandoned and such, but it’s polite not to get one’s dirty shoes on a bed.
He gets out the condom and lube, turns naked to see Nick has also removed his clothing, laying in the dirty bed completely nude, dick hard and waiting.
Not so scared, it seems, after all.
“Um,” Charlie says. “Not to be weird but you might want to get up and let me put down the blanket? The bed’s probably really gross.”
Nick seems to realise this was bad and jumps off the bed, dusting his back off as Charlie giggles and lays out what he’s calling their sex blanket. It’s the one they use in their fort sex adventures too. Once that’s settled, Nick’s back on the bed and Charlie’s straddling him once more.
Nick goes for the lube, coating his fingers. Charlie leans forward, giving Nick the room to reach for him, smirking when Nick finds his surprise.
“Oh,” he says, when his fingers graze the base of the plug.
“Surprise,” Charlie says. “I thought it would help get us going a bit faster.”
“You really assumed we were gonna have sex?” Nick questions, moving the plug a little, making Charlie moan.
“Yes,” Charlie says a bit smugly. “But if you really don’t want to….”
He’s completely okay with just not having sex, even at this point, but Nick moves the plug around, a smug look on his face when it makes Charlie wiggle a bit. “Oh no, you’ve gone through all this trouble, might as well have a little fun.”
Charlie cackles, moving to kiss Nick as he plays with the plug some more, moving it in and out slowly. This is only the second time Charlie’s done this, the first time he surprised Nick with the plug, he came before he could even fuck Charlie.
He’s hoping this time he’ll actually get dicked down before that happens.
When the plug comes out, Nick’s fingers replace it, fucking into Charlie two at a time until he lets out a moan and begs for another. “Please,” he says panting, sucking kisses into the parts of Nick’s collarbone he can reach. “Another.”
Nick obliges, fucking Charlie with three thick and delicious fingers. If there were ghosts in the house, Charlie’s moaning would fit right in. Maybe that’s the ghosts, maybe it’s just horny teenagers looking for a place to fuck, that’s all.
“Ready,” Charlie whines, as he sits up and scoots back. He grabs the condom, unwrapping and tossing it on the floor. He uses his expert cucumber skills to roll it on Nick’s dick. “Alright?” he checks in one more time, scooting forward so he can hover over Nick’s cock.
Nick makes a face, somewhat nervous. “Um, you really don’t think there’s ghosts, right?” he asks quietly, a little embarrassed.
“Honey, no,” Charlie says, scooting up so he can sit down again, Nick’s cock leans against his ass, so close and yet so far away. “There’s no such thing as ghosts, okay? I promise you it’s just wild animals or stupid kids.”
“I just don’t want us to get possessed mid-sex or anything,” Nick says. “Or if a ghost comes to kill us, I don’t want to die naked.”
“I thought you said last week you’d be happy if fucking me was the last thing you did before you died.”
“Yes but,” Nick huffs. “I don’t want to be murdered by a ghost. I was talking 110 years old, like heart failure, or too much sex.”
“Right, because we’ll be fucking at 110, Nick, totally realistic.”
“Charlie,” Nick deadpans, completely serious. “Of course we will.”
Charlie leans down and kisses him, full of passion and fire. Nick holds him, like he’s actually a bit worried something will happen, but he eventually seems to relax a little more.
“I’m good,” he says when Charlie sits back up. “Promise.”
Charlie believes him, then finally gets back to doing his favourite thing, fitting Nick’s dick in his hole and slowly sinking down. The familiar burn and stretch feels so good, and Charlie’s not going to lie, the fact that the door’s open and they are in an abandoned house is somewhat doing it for him.
Undiscovered dangerous sex kink?
Maybe.
Or maybe he’s a horny teenager who loves his boyfriend more than life itself and would easily look past at how gross fucking in an abandoned house is just to be this close to him.
“Oh my god,” Nick moans, adding to whatever ghostly sounds might happen around them. He reaches for Charlie’s waist. “God, I love your sexy waist,” he says, as Charlie starts to lift up and fall back down. He’s not going very far, Nick’s dick remains inside of him, but there’s joy in the little sounds Nick makes and the way his fingers press into Charlie’s skin. He clearly wants to take control, to fuck up into Charlie but he’s showing Charlie what a good boy he could be by holding back.
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The closer Jake gets to the bedroom at the end of the corridor, the stronger the smell of lemon and salty ocean air becomes. The lemon scent has a twinge of sweetness to it, making him think yet again of a lemon loaf, as opposed to that overpowering chemical lemon odour that cleaning products have. He wonders if he’s just thinking about lemon loaf because of the amount of times he’s eaten it at his uncles’ house. Lemon is certainly a family favourite, after all.
On top of the scents getting stronger, the noises are getting louder. Jake hears something that reminds him of when he would jump on Colin’s trampoline when they were much younger. Springs? Could that be it? And along with the rhythmic SproingSproingSproing, he can hear moans coming out of the bedroom. But not spooky moans like he’s heard in horror movies. No, these remind him of… something else. Something he’s only heard in other kinds of movies. Like the kind he’s watched in his incognito tabs on his mobile phone.
Right in front of the door to the room that Jake is definitely beginning to believe is haunted is a thick line of what has to be rock salt. He imagines that it’s been scattered down the corridor from years of people walking over it, but it clearly started out as a line in front of this door. When he points it out to the other two boys, Colin says, “It reminds me of that scene in ‘Hocus Pocus’ where they use salt to keep away the witches!”
“Oh yeah!” Ryan agrees. “And don’t they use salt to ward off demons and shit in movies?”
“Great. That just fills me with confidence,” Jake deadpans.
Colin’s eyes flicker to him, then he shudders. “Careful, when you get too sarcastic you sound just like my mum.”
“C’mon you two!” Ryan hisses at them, interrupting the squabble that’s about to break out. “Let’s do this!”
Jake’s not entirely sure he can even get himself to keep walking, especially when they hear a loud moaning sound, reverberating off the walls. It’s so ghostly, he makes his entire body go rigid. “What the fucccck,” he hisses, looking straight at Ryan.
“It’s the wind,” his cousin insists. “Come on guys, we’ll have bragging rights forever if we actually make it in there.”
“Or we get ghost killed,” Colin says, his voice quaking a little. Jake almost hopes Colin pushes it and he’s forced to go outside with him. Ryan can brave this stuff by himself, really.
“You sound like Uncl-” Before Ryan can finish, a loud creaking noise, followed by an ominous crash erupts within the very clearly haunted bedroom.
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Charlie can feel his orgasm steadily building, but after a while, his pace starts to slow down, his thighs shaking with the effort it takes to ride his fit boyfriend for this long. Not that he’s complaining, mind you, but the more tired he gets, the less he hits that sweet spot right where he wants to.
“Char,” Nick gasps as he slams down on him yet again, “do you want me to take over?”
Nick really has been such a good boy, letting Charlie take control this entire time, using him for his own pleasure. Nick is so in tune with him that all it takes is a slight nod and Charlie finds himself getting flipped over onto his back, Nick’s cock staying firmly inside of him.
“God bless the strong rugby arms!” Charlie thinks to himself, barely catching his breath before Nick begins to thrust him into the bed.
No doubt there are puffs of dust flying out of the sad, old mattress, but Charlie can’t be bothered to care as his legs wrap around Nick, his boyfriend hitting his prostate dead on with every pass.
“There, Nick! Right there!” he cries out, dragging his fingernails down Nick’s back.
His boyfriend’s hips start snapping faster and faster, and knowing that it won’t be long now, Charlie wraps a hand around his own cock, not even needing four full strokes before he tips over the edge. Charlie’s vision whites out as he starts to shoot warm liquid all over his stomach, but he can hear Nick about to join him in a wave of orgasmic euphoria. Charlie’s eyes flutter open as Nick slams into him one final time –
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Charlie's eyes go wide as several things happen all at once. The first thing is that Nick starts to pulse inside of the condom, deep inside of Charlie. The second is the shout of surprise that escapes Charlie as the third thing happens right after.
The bed breaks.
They literally fucked apart the bed.
Both boys are lost in a fit of giggles, though Nick hisses from the overstimulation as Charlie’s laughter contracts his body around Nick’s cock, still inside of him.
“Well, fuck,” Nick mumbles as he pushes himself up on his arms, looking around, still seemingly not ready to pull out of Charlie yet. “I think we broke the bed.”
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“What the hell was that?” Colin squeaks.
“I guess we better find out,” Ryan retorts. Without waiting for either of the other boys to confirm they are ready, he opens up the door, stepping over the line of rock salt into the darkness.
Ignoring Colin’s whimper, Jake follows his brother inside, only to bump into him because he’s stopped dead inside the room. “What’s-” Jake steps to the side so he can see what Jake is staring at, his jaw dropping at the scene laid out in front of him.
In the light that they’re shining into the room, Jake can see an old, dusty bed. The frame looks vaguely lopsided, almost as if it’s broken, and in the middle of it, are two people.
Two people that Jake can see through.
Ghosts.
They are ghosts. They don’t look scary; in fact, they look like they are laughing hysterically. Oddly enough, they appear to be naked, but that doesn’t change the fact that they are definitely ghosts! It’s hard to see exactly what they look like more like vague bodies with faces, but they are totally and utterly human shaped things.
Behind him, Colin shrieks, which sets off a chain reaction of events. The two ghosts whip their heads towards the trio, Jake jumps up in the air from fear, and Ryan cocks his head to the side, almost as if he’s confused. As Jake gasps with shock, the ghosts start to move, disembodied voices flowing out of them, saying something unintelligible. He feels like he can’t move, and as their almost translucent forms flicker around, moving away from the bed, he can’t help but think there is something… familiar about them.
Before he can say anything, or even process the fact that the ghosts are moving deeper into the room, away from them, rather than towards them, Colin shouts that he’s getting out of there. Despite not feeling as though his life is in danger, Jake has to agree that his reaction makes sense, and decides to leave as well, though not quite as quickly as his cousin. Mostly because he’s confused.
The ghosts… it can’t be, right?
They leave the house, hurrying back home without really talking. What can be said for what happened? They saw ghosts, real actual ghosts. Would anyone even believe them? Colin stays the night but he falls asleep quickly, probably still in shock from what’s happened.
“Did those ghosts, I don’t know, look familiar to you at all?” Jake asks when it’s just him and Ryan awake in Ryan’s bigger room.
Ryan’s eyes go wide, then he slowly nods. “Yeah. As soon as I walked into the room and saw them, I couldn’t help but think they reminded me of people we know.”
“I don’t know what’s weirder that or the fact that we saw actual ghosts,” Jake says, yawning.
“If I’m right,” Ryan says, yawning too. “We might not have seen ghosts at all.”
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Charlie watches as Nick struggles to get dressed and can’t help but to laugh.
“Why are you laughing?” Nick hisses. “Get dressed!”
“Nick,” Charlie laughs again, only getting up because he’s pretty much naked still on a gross floor. “It’s over.”
Nick’s eyes get wide and he looks to see an empty doorway, no other sounds. “Oh my god, we saw ghosts,” he says, practically wheezing. “Charlie. What do I do with this information?”
Charlie shrugs. “Honestly I’m not convinced it wasn’t some post orgasmic hallucination. Maybe we just saw dust from the bed breaking?”
“DUST THAT LOOKS LIKE PEOPLE?” Nick shouts.
Charlie shrugs, he really didn’t see anything, if he was being honest. Nick was screaming and running, he did hear sounds and saw what he thought could be two people standing by the door. But the room was rather dark and he couldn’t see anything solid. They reminded him of projections almost, mostly made of dust and air.
“Charlie,” Nick says, he’s finally got his pants and jeans back on. “Please tell me you believe we just saw a ghost.”
“I don’t know,” Charlie says, honestly. “But I do know we fucked a bed apart.”
Nick grins at that, his fear seemingly evaporating away.
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The next morning, Ryan and Jack discuss their suspicions and decide to ask their dad for the proof they are hoping for.
“Do you have any photos of Uncle Charlie when he was about our age?” Ryan asks.
Their dad chuckles, then says, “Sure, but I doubt I can find one without your Uncle Nick in it as well. Pretty much since they started dating, they were joined at the hip. There are very few photos of them where one is without the other.”
All Jake can think is that’s perfect, because he has his suspicions. It takes his dad a few minutes to find one, owing to the fact that his uncles have so many photos together, but finally, he finds one. “Here’s one. I think it was taken the summer before Uncle Nick went to university.”
As their dad turns his mobile phone to face them, Jake and Ryan look at each other in horror.
“It was them,” Ryan whispers.
“Huh?” Their dad is clearly confused.
“We, um, we went to the old haunted house on the edge of town last night,” Jake explains. He expects to get chastised, but when no reproach comes, he adds, “We saw ghosts.”
“Or what we thought were ghosts,” Ryan says. “But both Jake and I thought they looked, well, familiar.”
Their dad huffs out a laugh. “I’m sorry, are you trying to say you saw my brother as a ghost?”
Jake scrambles for an explanation. “I know it sounds crazy, but…”
“That’s it!’ Ryan shouts, startling his brother and father. “Colin even said it! One of the explanations for ghosts is two different timepoints bleeding into each other.”
Their dad just stares at them for a few moments, then asks, “Did the ghosts react to you at all?” When both of his boys nod, he grins. “Sounds like we need to go see your uncles.”
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Charlie never forgets about the whole ghost sex thing, Nick never really lets him. Anytime they try to fuck somewhere weird, Nick reminds me of how they almost died by ghost last time they did it.
And he starts bringing neon blue rock salt everywhere too. Hotel on vacation? Honeymoon? New house? Rock salt to protect them. Even as they get older, Nick still seems to be stuck in the mind set of, well it happened once, it’ll happen again.
Which is why when their nephews show up with Tori and Oliver in tow looking like they want to ask a really awkward question, it’s even more hilarious.
“So,” Ryan starts, the braver of the trio by far. “Um, can we ask you guys a really weird question?”
“Aren’t you too old for the sex talk?” Nick asks, actually looking panicked about it.
“Nick,” Charlie says. “There is no one way our nephews came here to ask about sex with their parents right here."
“Ah right,” Nick says, clearing his throat. “Continue.”
“Well,” Jake goes on. “It is sort of about sex.”
The room goes deadly silent and Charlie’s actually a bit concerned. “Um, sure,” Charlie says, eyes darting to his siblings. Tori looks…. like Tori. Oliver is grinning, eyes twinkling and Charlie knows he’s in for it.
“When you were like teenagers,” Colin continues for them. “Did you um, like, havesexinahauntedhouseatanypointandmaybethoughtyousawaghost?”
It takes a hot minute but Charlie slowly pieces together the string of word vomit from Colin, then he exchanges a look with Nick. The silent conversation they have is not helpful because Nick blurts out rather suddenly.
“You’re the ghosts?”
“So you DID have sex in a haunted house?” Oliver says, cheerfully. He turns to Tori. “Ha, 50 quid please.”
“You bet on us?” Charlie asks incredulously. “What the fuck?”
“I should have known you two horny idiots would have sex in an abandoned house,” Tori says, rolling her eyes. “Congratulations, you’ve managed to scar your nephews for life.”
“Um,” Nick says his voice wobbles. “Can someone care to explain to me what’s going on because I feel like you’re about to tell me everyone here is a ghost and I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep for the rest of my life, if that's true.”
What happens next is a disjointed ramble of an explanation from Jake, Ryan and Colin, with Tori interjecting when things sound a bit too whimsical to be true.
Turns out, the house seems to be a timey whimey type thing, Nick and Charlie probably saw their nephews several years into the future and they saw Nick and Charlie going at it several years in the past. It both makes a ton of sense and no sense at all.
“Ghosts are real,” Nick says in awe.
“No, I think we’ve discovered time vortexes are real, not ghosts,” Charlie says, then turns to his family. “Anyways, can we promptly forget about the whole thing now?”
The trio of nephews murmur their agreement, it’s clear they can’t wait to let this be in the past. They don’t stick around for long, Nick offers them lemon loaf before they leave but only Tori and Oliver accept it.
“We aren’t telling the girls,” Charlie says sternly. “I’m sure the boys won’t tell them, but we are also not telling them.”
Nick nods. “Yeah they’ve walked in on us enough times now, we don’t need to add ghostly time travel sex to the list.” Nick smirks. “But I was right.”
“You were not right,” Charlie says, shaking his head.
“We saw ghosts.”
“Not technically ghosts, darling.”
Nick crosses his arms. “Will you ever let me be right about something?”
Charlie pauses, as if he was actually considering it. “Nah.”