6 Ghost Writer
Title: "Rough Draft"
Danny leaned over the desk, blue eyes dark with want. "John," he whispered, licking his lips. "John, I have a confession. I want you. I need you. I have ever since I came here." He lowered his gaze, a slight smile teasing his lips. "That's why I came back here. Not just to make up for the book." Danny looked up to meet the Ghost Writer's intense stare. "I came back because I couldn't stop thinking about you. In fact,--"
No. No, that was all wrong. Too weak, too gratuitous.
Danny slammed his hands down on the desk, blue eyes alight. "John!" he snapped. "This has gone on long enough!" He pulled himself up on the desk, crawling along it's surface. He reached out to grab the Ghost Writer's scarf, yanking him close. Their breath mingled. Blue eyes dilated. "I want you," Danny said flatly and crushed his mouth to--
Still wrong! To aggressive, too... salacious!
Danny stood by the doorway for the longest time before approaching the desk. "John..." he said slowly. He looked back and forth from the Ghost Writer to the door as though trying to choose between the two. Danny rubbed the back of his neck. "Look, um, yeah. This is gonna sound weird. But about why I started working here." He looked up, a hint of a smile on his face. "It was just so I could be closer to--"
Better. But still... It was missing something, some fine detail to give it verisimilitude.
The Ghost Writer drummed his fingers on the surface of his desk and sighed. It was just a simple story! Certainly not something he'd type out on the Quantum Keyboard, dear zone no. Just to satisfy an idle curiosity. A practice, of sorts. But to get it right...
"Hey, John!" Danny poked his head in through the doorway and grinned. "I got the filing in the west wing done! Took about three hours and four duplicates, but I got it done on time!" He continued chattering happily as he walked through the small office and sat down on the corner of the Ghost Writer's desk.
John blinked, looking from scribbled papers to the boy and back.
"Are you okay?"
John jerked up from his musings to smile at Danny. "Of course! No problem here!" He shooed the boy off his desk and straightened the papers. "Well, since you've got you're work done, I suppose you're free to go for today."
"Actually..." Danny said slowly.
"I was wondering if you could tell me some more about that unpublished book by Shakespeare you happen to have a copy of," Danny said with a hopeful smile.
John nodded and guided Danny out of his office, the rough drafts abandoned on his desk. Stories were well and good, of course.
But nothing compared to the reality.