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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ghost_Hunters_RPF
  Relationship:
      Dave_Tango/Dustin_Pari, Dustin_Pari/Dave_Tango
  Character:
      Dave_Tango, Dustin_Pari
  Additional Tags:
      International, Sex, Gay_Sex, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Humor, Paris_-
      Freeform, France_-_Freeform
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      Published: 2016-10-27 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3315
****** In Paris ******
by goddess_of_time_and_magic
Summary
     "I feel like I'm in another country," Dave Tango commented, looking
     out the glass door of the hotel room they were in and into the busy
     Paris streets below. It was a gorgeous hotel, clearly the work of the
     money from his boyfriend's show. The whole room was dark in color,
     but the metal in the room glowed brightly. His boyfriend's clothes
     were scattered across the room, giving it a look that was entirely
     his boyfriends. He turned toward the bed, his boyfriend sitting on it
     quite comfortable, only wearing a pair of old sweat pants.
     "You are always in another country, Tango," his boyfriend responded
     with a cheeky grin.
     Dave laughed and walked over to him, standing in front of him, barely
     a hair between them, "Am I now, Pari?"
     Dustin leaned up, his hands coming to rest on his boyfriend's arms,
     "Always."
***** Chapter 1 *****
It was late at night when he received a phone call, but he could hardly believe
he was seeing the caller ID on his phone screen. It had been three weeks since
he last heard from the man he was in love with, though that man did not know
it. Yes, the two of them were infatuated with one another and secretly dating,
but they never revealed each other’s feelings. His boyfriend made a desperate
plea with him over the phone and he answered. He would be on the next available
flight from Providence, Rhode Island to Paris, France. It was clichéd to be
meeting up in the city of love, but his boyfriend had his reasons. He was in
Paris with his fellow investigators looking for ghosts amongst the catacombs
beneath the city and was off for a couple days of rest before heading to their
next destination.
He hated it when his boyfriend was gone for long periods of time, but his
boyfriend liked the limelight of the Ghost Hunters International and he liked
the amount of money he was getting from it. He couldn’t, though, deny his
boyfriend what he loved the most… himself. He missed his boyfriend’s body
around him, warm and strong, and he missed the feeling of his young, girl
kissed lips on his neck. He, also, missed the delicious breakfasts that his
boyfriend was able to make, but God forbid he try and make lunch or dinner. His
boyfriend had a secret talent for breakfast where he, on the other hand, had
failed in life. He could remember as he flew high above the Atlantic Ocean the
feeling of his boyfriend’s body as he hugged him from behind while he was
making breakfast; his boyfriend’s muscles moving beneath his chin and the scent
of his t-shirt flooding his nose. Dave Tango couldn’t wait for Paris.
Leape Castle, Ireland 2007
Dave Tango felt something brush against his face and he reeled back, his arm
carrying the camera pumping into something hard, “Why you got to stand so close
to me?” he had bumped into his fellow investigator, Dustin Pari. He resisted
the urge to roll his eyes at the jock like man who was simply on this show for
his look. Dave did like Dustin in an odd sort of way. He made Dave feel things
he had never felt before, and he had to admit, the man could be very humorous
when they were not investigating.
Dustin raised his arms above Dave, trying to step away. Dave looked up and
backed away again, thinking the camera was a bat or something coming down to
attack him, “Whoa!” he reeled, “Fuck!” he cursed when he saw the camera, “Don’t
do that!”
Dustin side stepped Dave, trying to get away, but Dave followed the same way
and they ended up in the same situation again, “Shit!” Dustin tried to step
away from the shorter man, “I feel like I’m dancing with you!” and the way he
said it, it clearly wasn’t humorous. Dave backed away and they tore away from
each other. They fell into silence, trying to ignore the curious glances they
were getting from the camera crew before him.
Suddenly, a weird light captured Dustin’s attention and he, ironically, stepped
toward Dave. He leaned over Dave’s shoulder, his chest brushing his shoulder
blade, and raised his hand, a single finger pointing at one of the wooden doors
of the castle, “Did you see that?”
Dave looked back at Dustin, “Yea, I was just about to say something,” their
eyes connected, brown connecting with striking blue. They looked away quickly,
Dave’s body flooded with new feelings and warmth. They fell into silence, once
again. They couldn’t hear or see anything anymore, so Dave turned Dustin,
“Should we try to provoke it?”
Dustin nodded, his head looking everywhere else, but at Dave, “Sure.”
“Wussie!” Dave called out to the priest that was supposedly haunting this
section of the castle, “Can’t even show yourself again!”
“Yea, Wussie!” Dustin replied, “Think you’re so big and strong! You’re just too
scared!”
Then, all of the sudden, Dave hears the sound of something falling and a loud
gasp for air. He turned around to look at Dustin, hoping it wasn’t him, but it
was. Dustin was lying on his back, but he shifted onto his side, curling
himself up into a ball. His arms hugged his stomach and he kept on gasping for
air which his lungs couldn’t seem to get enough of. He fell to his knees before
the taller man, “Dude!Dude, what the hell happened?” he asked, worry in his
voice, he placed an unsure hand on the man’s upper arm, the muscles there
contracting beneath his touch, “Are you alright?” Dustin wasn’t answering and
Dave became more worried as the seconds of time wearied over them, “Is your arm
broken?”
Dustin sat up, his arm shooting out to grasp Dave by his arm, leaning on him.
Dave froze in his spot at the sudden movement, his nose flooded with the heavy
smell of Axe cologne. He resisted the urge to drop his head into the taller
man’s neck and breathe in the scent he knew was there. Dustin’s breathing was
still hard and Dave noticed he was shaking, “Shit!” Dustin said, loud enough
for the camera crew to hear. Dave hoped that the angle they were at, it looked
nothing more than friends helping friends, “Dave, I can still feel it!”
Dave’s veins were flooded with anger and he stood up, leaving Dustin on the
dirty floor. Dave turned in his spot, his eyes searching for the priest, “Ass!
Think you can do that to a friend of mine! Too weak to do it to me!” he
provoked, words spilling from his lips he never would have said to a ghost,
“Fucking, weak ghost! Not even sure you are a ghost!”
“No!” Dustin called out to him; he was getting up on shaking legs with some
help from one of the camera crewmen, “No, no, no, no. Dave, don’t. Not for-,”
Dustin paused and Dave turned to look at him, “Don’t,” and Dave stopped,
walking over to Dustin’s still shaking form.
He grabbed Dustin’s arm, motioning to the cameramen that he could let go, “It’s
okay. I’ve got him,” and Dustin started walking toward the stairs that led out
of the tower. Dave followed behind him, slowly going down to ground level. At
last, they walked out the front door, their eyes connecting to the bright
lights of Command Central. Thankfully, everyone was surrounding the black van,
“Grant! Jason!” Dave called out to them. All at once, the two men he called
turned toward him; flashlight’s bright in their eyes.
“Jesus!” Grant called out and rushed toward the two of them, “What happened?”
“He was pushed down,” Jason came up beside Grant, worry in both of their eyes
as they searched Dustin for any wounds like a mother would her pups, “We
weren’t getting anything after seeing this face-.”
“I saw the face when I went up there with them!” Brian interrupted him; Dave
gave him a quick glare.
He continued he story, “So, we started to provoke and it threw Dustin to the
ground.”
Jason nodded, turning to Grant with a smirk on his face. Grant, on the other
hand, was more worried about Dustin, “Take him to the van to sit down,” Dave
nodded and Dustin and him walked over to the van. Dustin sat down on the large
bender, still shaking in his skin.
“I’ll be right back,” Dave looked into Dustin’s eyes, who nodded, and Dave
stepped away. He opened the front of the van and took a cool water bottle from
the cooler in the front and walked back to Dustin. He gave it to him, “Drink.”
Dustin took it, his hands shaking as he reached, “Thanks,” and he looked at the
ground, opening the bottle swiftly and drinking half of it in one go. Dave
climbed up the van to sit down in the chair in front of the cameras.
Grant and Jason came up, “You alright, Dustin?”
“Yea,” Dustin smiled up at Grant, “I’m in good hands,” Dustin joked as he
motioned toward Dave, who turned to them at the sound of their voices.
Grant smiled, “Good,” and he turned to Jason for a moment, “Well, we’re heading
up to see if we can capture anything with Barry. Everyone else has been sent
out to the rest of the castle, so you can have some peace and quiet before they
start asking questions,” Grant smirked.
Dustin gave a light laugh and Dave smiled, “Yes, thank you, Grant.”
Grant placed a hand on Dustin’s shoulder, “You just feel better, alright?
Rest.”
“Alright,” Dustin replied and Grant turned to Dave.
“Watch him,” Grant ordered and Dave nodded in response, giving a mock salute to
the older man. Jason and Grant walked away, swiftly running up towards the
castle to catch the ghosts that might still be there. Dave turned back to the
cameras on the screen, his eyes watching his fellow investigators and the
camera crew, the only sound of Dustin’s water bottle crackling.
“Thank you, Dave,” Dustin’s voice reached his ears across the Irish air.
Dave glanced at him, his brown eyes connecting with the taller man’s back, “For
what?” Dustin mumbled something and Dave cocked an eyebrow and slid himself
down next to Dustin, “What?”
“Protecting me,” Dustin repeated, his head glancing next to him for a second.
“Of course,” Dave said something just as Dustin mumbled another, “What?”
“And for…saving me,” Dustin looked into Dave’s eyes as he said this and Dave
swallowed.
He leaned into Dustin slowly, “Of course,” his voice was low and husky as he
said the words again. Dustin leaned into Dave, their eyes darkening and their
lips met; their touch simply experimental.
Later that night, while everyone was asleep in their hotel rooms, a tall, brown
haired man sneaked into the room across from his. He was wearing his old
college shirt and his pants were low on his hips. He knocked on the door
lightly and when it opened, his blue eyes connected with dark brown. They
wouldn’t be the same after that night.
***** Chapter 2 *****
“I feel like I’m in another country,” Dave Tango commented, looking out the
glass door of the hotel room they were in and into the busy Paris streets
below. It was a gorgeous hotel, clearly the work of the money from his
boyfriend’s show. The whole room was dark in color, but the metal in the room
glowed brightly. His boyfriend’s clothes were scattered across the room, giving
it a look that was entirely his boyfriends. He turned toward the bed, his
boyfriend sitting on it quite comfortable, only wearing a pair of old sweat
pants.
“You are always in another country, Tango,” his boyfriend responded with a
cheeky grin.
Dave laughed and walked over to him, standing in front of him, barely a hair
between them, “Am I now, Pari?”
Dustin leaned up, his hands coming to rest on his boyfriend’s arms, “Always,”
and he kissed his lips, slowly and passionately. Dave’s hands cupped his
boyfriends face softly and Dustin shifted backwards allowing Dave to crawl on
top of the bed and his boyfriend, his legs caging the taller man’s hips beneath
his. Dave, usually, wasn’t the one who was dominant in their relationship,
Dustin taking the lead, but Dustin wouldn’t deny that Dave taking charge wasn’t
arousing. Dustin moaned lightly as he lay down on the bed, Dave following
behind them, their lips turning rough from their weeks of not being near each
other. Dave’s hands traveled down Dustin’s throat, squeezing lightly as he went
and earning himself an erotic moan from Dustin’s mouth, “Dave.”
Dave lowered his mouth from Dustin’s, his lips brushing the light goatee on his
chin, and kissed Dustin’s throat. He sucked gently on the flesh, his pale skin
turning a dark purple beneath Dave’s touch. Dustin, suddenly, flipped them
over, his hips falling between Dave’s legs. Dave groaned, throwing his head
back as Dustin kissed down Dave’s throat, “Not that I mind you taking control,”
Dustin said in between his kisses, his hands traveling down to Dave’s TAPS
shirt, “But, I need you so badly right now,” and in one swift movement, Dustin
tore the shirt away from Dave’s skin.
Dave gasped and Dustin took the moment to kiss Dave, shoving his tongue forward
to explore the cavern of Dave’s mouth. Dustin kissed him thoroughly, taking his
breath away. Dave wrapped his arms around Dustin, pulling him closer to his
body. He missed his boyfriend too much.
Quickly, Dustin’s hands traveled down the front of Dave’s jeans, his male
fingers outlining the growing bulge there. Dave moaned into Dustin’s mouth,
bucking his hips forward. Dustin chuckled, moving away from Dave’s mouth and
traveling down his light hairy chest. His mouth gave the skin open mouth kisses
as Dustin reached his boyfriend’s navel, his fingers now going to the belt
around Dave’s waist. Undoing it quickly, Dustin unzipped the jeans, his eyes
making contact with a pair of black boxers. Dustin’s lips traced the edges of
Dave’s boxers and Dave bucked his hips and moaned silently as a small pool of
warmth formed in his groin.
Suddenly, Dustin moved away, leaning back on the bed and almost falling off the
side of it since they were lying horizontal to the bed. With quick fingers,
Dustin pulled his sweats down, his erection springing forward at the sight of
his lover almost naked and making noises beneath his touch. Dustin was
breathing hard just at the sight of Dave and fell back on top of Dave, sealing
their lips with a heavy moan as their skin touched. Dave bucked his hips again
when he felt Dustin’s erection poking at his boxers.
“Dustin,” Dave moaned lightly, his eyes falling shut in pleasure, “Please, God,
I need you!”
“And you shall receive,” Dustin replied and tore Dave’s boxer’s away from skin.
He groaned in response, but he could get a new pair of boxers later, or just
steal another pair from Dustin. His boyfriend’s fingers gently touched Dave’s
own straining erection, the organ jumping in his fingers. He suddenly pulled
away and reached under his pillow, pulling out a container of lube.
Dave chuckled at this, “Why aren’t you sneaky?”
Dustin smirked and leaned down, giving Dave a light kiss on his lips, “Only for
you, darling,” he mimicked a gentleman’s accent.
Undoing the cap, Dustin squeeze the gel out of the container and touched Dave’s
hole, giving the outer rim a coating of the gel. Dave hissed at how cold it
was, but moaned as soon as Dustin’s finger slipped inside. Dustin gave his
boyfriend’s chest a quick kiss and took his finger out, replacing the lube
under his pillow. Leaning over Dave, Dustin kissed his lips again and, with one
of his free hands, he lowered himself into Dave. The shorter man tore his lips
away from Dustin’s and gave a groan, his neck arching into Dustin’s awaiting
mouth.
After a moment of adjusting, Dustin moved slowly, wanting to memorize the
feeling of Dave around him, squeezing him, before they had to part ways once
again. It was easier to meet up when they were both on the same team and could
investigate together. He missed those times a lot. It was harder to hide their
feelings to the world when they were together and it was obvious that something
had happened at Leape Castle that the world didn’t know about for now, they
were more comfortable around each other. But they couldn’t be on the same team
anymore, Dustin wanted to see the world and they were both afraid that if they
stuck around each other during investigations, something was going to happen.
Both not wanting to quit paranormal investigating, Dustin left to see the world
while his boyfriend continued to travel across the states. They had moments,
like this one in Paris, that they could have together and they both enjoyed
them. To have sex in a new hotel bed in some country across the world had a
freedom to it that neither realized they were craving till it happened.
Dustin’s breathing became hard as he sped up and Dave’s head was now off the
bed, the blood rushing to two different spots in his body and it was a new sort
of arousal he hadn’t felt before. Dustin rose from Dave’s chest, his hands
gripping the other’s hips as he slammed into him. Pools of heat billowed in
each other’s bodies like raging volcanoes and at last they erupted. Dustin gave
one last push into Dave before giving a pleasurable gasp and shooting his seed
up into Dave’s body, his hole now slick from sweat, lube, and Dustin’s seed.
Dave, though, was still on the edge of ecstasy, his body shaking and his eyes
going wide as he tried to get closer.
Dustin, though he was tired from his climax, lowered down to eye level with
Dave’s about-to-burst erection and gave the long organ a lick, his mouth
flooded with the taste of pre-cum and their combined sweat. Dave bucked his
hips in response and gave a gasp, “Dustin!”
He smiled, liking the way his name sounded on his lover’s lips. He then opened
his mouth and took the tip in his mouth, sucking on it gently. Dave’s fingers
fell to Dustin’s spiked hair, messing it up as he did so. Dustin took more of
Dave into his mouth, his blue eyes lifting up to meet Dave’s face. Dave looked
down, sensing someone looking at him, and his brown eyes connected with
Dustin’s. A new emotion was in them, one that Dave had not seen before in the
eyes of his lover, but in the eyes he saw in the mirror every day. It was love.
At this realization, Dave gasped loudly and bucked his hips. The pool of warmth
in Dave’s groin exploded and Dave shot his seed into his lover’s mouth, the
creamy liquid spilling from his lips. Dave caught his breath as he lay on the
bed and suddenly he burst into laughter.
Dustin gave him an odd look as he licked Dave’s seed off his lips and crawled
up his body, “What are ya laughing at?”
Dave shot up to meet Dustin’s lips, “God, I love you.”
Dustin was shocked at first, but recovered quickly, a sigh of release escaping
his lips. His feelings for Dave had been hidden for a while, but he was worried
that Dave did not love him yet, “I love you, too,” and he kissed his
boyfriend’s lips.
Dustin fell to the bed beside Dave, grasping his hand within his, and stared up
at the ceiling of the hotel room. Their bodies were still completely naked and
covered in sweat and other things, “So, when do you have to leave for Romania?”
Dustin turned to look at Dave, who was looking at him with curiosity. Dustin
reached across and brushed a loose strand of brown hair from the man’s face,
“Three days.”
Dave gave him a smirk and sat up, “Well, I need a shower,” Dustin sat up, too,
watching his lover make his way across to the bathroom. Dave, though, stopped
at the door and turned to look at Dustin, completely naked, on the hotel bed,
“Want to join me?”
Dustin smiled and stood up quickly, chasing his boyfriend into the shower with
new energy. Dave laughed as he turned the water on and walked into the shower,
Dustin joining behind him. Yea, Dave Tango thought, Things certainly have
changed. And Dustin Pari decided to show his boyfriend exactly how to make love
in their little shower in the city of amour.
                                   |The End|
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