Chapter Twenty Eight

I assumed my post behind the mobile cart that had perfect view of the elevator. It was still in the same spot, with mostly the same books on it. I would've been willing to bet that an arrangement existed between the other employees to always leave one cart of books on the fifth floor, just enough to keep it on the to do list. I wasn't going to throw off their con. I had better things to do.

Right after I dealt with this eye spasm. The pain was as bad as the time at the party, but it came and went. Dealing with them when I was alone was never an issue. It burned, I knuckled. Done and done.

The elevator dinged. The door folded inward and I ducked for cover. It was too dark to see spires unless one came up and bit me, so staying close to whoever came off the elevator was the only way to ensure we'd all be fine. It was a convenient excuse.

Under the mobile cart, I could still see the path from the elevator through the space between the top of the books and the next shelf. This was my only chance to identify the couple. The light over the door and in the cabin made it bright enough to make out all the discerning features. I recognized them.Either lightning had struck twice or they'd been at it every night since I'd last seen them. I figured they were headed to the same spot, so I darted off ahead. I took my chances creeping over to the vantage point I'd used last time. The shadows were on my side. I wasn't assuming much risk.

"Really?" the tall, handsome blond asked the shorter one, "Do you think so?"

He had an accent, but I couldn't place it through his hushed voice. The shorter one with dark hair could actually whisper, so I couldn't follow their conversation. Both of them were cracking up though. The blond had this laugh that started off kind of low, but ended in a higher note at each cadence, until it was nearly a moan. I was infatuated.

They hadn't lost their fire since last time and the shorter one with dark hair wasn't shy anymore. I had to pick up the pace if I was going to get in position before the show started. I had a feeling they were going to go at it right away.

My foot kicked a book that had been left on the floor as I slipped by to my next point of cover. I couldn't understand how I'd missed it. I could've sworn the floor had been darker there. I didn't get tripped up on it or anything, but it might have been loud enough for the couple to hear. I crouched down and strained my ears to see if they noticed or were headed my way.

"Shhh," the blond said, "you're going to wake up our ghost." They both started laughing again, but they didn't change course. I was slightly triggered by the loud one hushing the one I couldn't hear, but there was nothing to be done about it. "Jin, if you don't stop... not until we're ready."

My heart sped up. I didn't have a lot of context, but the playfulness in his tone made it seem like they might have plans of going further than kissing this time, if they hadn't already. I put my forefinger in my mouth and clenched it between my teeth. I bit down harder as I wrestled with my sense of virtue.

I'd never done it before, but could I be the type of voyeur who watched two people have sex? When it was a girl and a guy, it wasn't a question, but I wanted to know how two real guys did it, as in, not in the pornos. I decided that it wouldn't be wrong to watch as long as it was for research, not pleasure.

After all, the library was a place of learning and they were the ones putting themselves out there. They weren't guaranteed privacy in a public library. Technically, they were committing a crime, not me. I didn't set up a camera in a bathroom or anything gross like that. I was just lurking in the shadows, minding my own—Okay, I understood that I wasn't in the right either, but desperate times.

Enough time passed that I could safely start moving again. I was only a couple aisles away from the spot I'd watched them hit it off last time. I lost track of their exact position because I'd been worried about the book slip and the things Jin might or might not have suggested, but I was certain they hadn't left. I would've seen them, heard footsteps or the elevator. Its doors could be heard anywhere on the floor.

I pressed onward. I didn't hear voices or footsteps, so I made sure mine were silent. I wasn't scared. To be honest, losing track of them gave me the thrill their carelessness had denied me last time. The covert operations of a voyeur often went unappreciated. Even the dirty ones deserved a tip of the hat for the espionage required to plan out, plant and retrieve their devices. Pretend I didn't say that.

I crept up to my spot and there they were, sucking face like last time. The only differences were, they were much closer and they were sitting down. That was why I'd lost sight of them. They were also a lot quieter, but I couldn't understand why, maybe they got caught before. I watched intently as they swapped spit. Blondie liked to stroke Jin's earlobes. I'd have to try that sometime. They took a break to catch air, then started again.

Their kissing had grace. They weren't as unapologetically passionate this time. It was disappointing, but still worth watching. Jin whispered something to Blondie that made him moan-laugh again and then they took their shirts off. It was too dark to make out abs, but their bodies had the right shape for them. I let my imagination fill in the blanks.

Jin stood up, which took me by surprise. I would've guessed the taller one would've taken charge. Blondie started working on Jin's belt and I was reaching the turn of my career in voyeurism. I could leave now or allow this experience to forever changed me.

I stayed put.

Jin's pants fell loose to the floor. I understood why Blondie was the one on his knees. Jin grabbed a fistful of blond hair and let out a moan like he wasn't afraid of no ghosts.

I was in need of adjusting, but I resisted. That was a slippery slope I wouldn't slide down. I watched intently like an honest student of research, making mental note of Blondie's technique. My legs started to cramp from how I was crouching, so I slid down onto my butt. I didn't make a sound, but when I scooted over to find a different hole to look through, I could've sworn Jin locked eyes with me.

It was an instant that passed so quickly I could've imagined it. It didn't really matter though. If Jin had seen me, then they'd definitely catch me if I tried sneaking away. If he hadn't, then there was no point in moving.

No, I was stuck where I was, in it for the long haul and I didn't regret it. Between them having moved closer this time and me being down on Blondie's level, I felt like I was right up in the action.

I was closer than two car-lengths away.

Jin stopped holding back his moans. He was more forceful with Blondie's head than I would've been comfortable with, but he didn't seem to mind. Blondie pushed him toward the next aisle to lean on and suddenly, they were close enough to make out bodily details. I liked what I saw. I also stopped breathing, it seemed like too much of a risk.

Blondie lowered his jeans and hopped up on the banister in front of the window. The blinds were drawn, but the glow from the moonlight bearing down on them improved visibility. Blondie had abs galore. They were so close. I could see everything. I started breathing again while Jin was preoccupied. He was the one I'd been worried about.

"Do you think the ghost is watching?" Blondie asked. He sounded amused, and unafraid.

Jin came up for air. "Oh, he's definitely watching."

They traded sex laughs and sloppy kisses. I wondered if every couple had their own brand of talking dirty. I appreciated theirs. I always hated how pornos had an extremely limited dialogue. Instead of saying "yeah",  "you like that" and dropping F-bombs, they should exchange light banter.

I could imagine doing the deed with Juice while reminiscing on past experiences. Uttering tender moments whenever we had pause. It seemed so romantic. One could only hope.

Blondie hopped down from the banister and Jin swung him around toward me. They were against the backboard of the aisle next to mine. They were way too close for comfort. I was shook. One more swing forward and they'd run right into me. Maybe I'd be branded the creepy campus voyeur guy. I didn't know what to do. I was too nervous to keep watching though.

I turned away from them, my back to the aisle I was in. They were so close I could've laid down toward them, reached out and grabbed an ankle. If I got up, maybe they'd run away scared. They were the ones in a vulnerable position. It didn't matter. I wasn't going anywhere. Either I'd get caught or I wouldn't. I was doomed to my fate. Also, the thrill turned me on like nothing before. Hearing their moans and drawn out breaths was more than enough. Damn, this wasn't research anymore.

I'd leave when I saw a chance. That chance came suddenly. Too suddenly. Blondie moved away from the backboard and bent over the banister. He was toned and had dimples where I'd never seen them. Still, this was my chance. I would've rather missed out on whatever happened next than risk being caught.

Jin took a step toward Blondie and I made my move, shooting up from the floor to make a break for it. Jin whipped around toward me. I froze. He smiled at me like he'd known all along and grabbed my collar with both hands. I didn't resist. He kissed me.

It might as well have been the kiss of death.

My body was rendered useless. Jin was tan-handsome up close. High cheek bones and a narrow chin gave his face a slim symmetry. He had a soft jawline, but scruff left at clever angles nearly hid the difference. His dark eyes were hooded and lust shone through them. He swung me around and set me next to Blondie.

They whispered to each other and Blondie definitely told him I was sexy, which was flattering, but I wasn't sure I was ready for this. Would I have ever been? I'd been thrown into the lead role of a teenage rom-dram with a virtually non-existent acting resume. Whelp, KJ Apa did just fine.

"Can I kiss you?" Blondie asked.

I didn't not nod. He kissed me. They both kissed me. Our tongues swam laps. We were fish fighting for the final flake at the surface. It wasn't pretty, nor should kissing have been. Jin gave my hand an invitation that it respectfully declined. Seeing was more than enough. I didn't mind watching Blondie force sounds out of Jin though. I'd be lying if I said I didn't consider it, but I wanted Juice to have all my firsts.

"Is this too much?" Blondie with the ice bucket.

I didn't move a muscle. I didn't want them to stop. I liked having decisions like these made for me. It took the onus off.

"Cute ghost boy, can you talk?" Jin asked, then burst out laughing.

Blondie slapped his arm. They had no idea how much more I liked that name than my current one. I let Jin feel me up over my clothes while I sat back and watched them.

Blondie was called Joel and was from the UK. I left with their numbers in my phone.

Was that the climax of my journey? I hope not. It was fun, but I thirsted for Juice. Yahtzee!