Title: Late Night Ride

Author: Dragonkat

Rating: 17.9-

Word Count: 1,836

Summary: These Ghost stories are all based on anonymous stories I found on the internet, with the same titles. I just gave them all some slash twists to make them more interesting to me. None of these will be expanded but they were fun to write. Most likely come next Halloween or sooner I'll have more of these to post.

Disclaimer: I claim no rights to the original plots of these, just the spins I put on them

Jason was cursing down the road late one Tuesday night, having stayed late at school to finish a final project for one of his classes this, his final year of high school. He had the top down of his maroon 1968 Firebird Convertible. His dirty blonde hair whipped in the wind, dancing around his shoulders in long locks, sunglasses sitting on his head, leaving his sharp green eyes exposed and glittering in the fading light of day.

He was on a lone road, winding around the hills of the area he lived. Trees whipped pass him, staining the view a blur of green and brown as he sped down the road, weaving around each turn.

Jason slowed down though as after one particular turn he saw a figure sitting on a bench, which served as a bus stop. He didn’t know what compelled him to stop, maybe the fact that the buses weren’t running that late, or that the figure looked rather upset, judging by the hunch of the shoulders and the way their hands hung between their legs loosely.

He drove past the bench a few feet, driving off the road onto the dirt shoulder, parking his car and climbing out after turning off the engine. Jason twirled his key ring on his finger as he approached the still figure, who he realized was a young man about his age.

“Hey,” he called softly, smiling as the boy’s head whipped up.

The boy had short, shaggy black hair, and equally black and haunting eyes, which almost seemed to glow in the moonlight as Jason stared at him. The boy looked around for a minute, almost not believing Jason was talking to him and he smiled even bigger. This boy seemed like he could be one of those people who wasn’t used to getting attention, an introvert who breezed through life under the radar.

But Jason couldn’t understand why the boy before him, sitting so delicately on the bench would be like that…he was beautiful…a kind of beauty that would draw people to him of all genders like moths to the flame, including Jason.

“I’m Jason,” he introduced himself, sitting down on the bench about a foot away from the boy. “I saw you sitting here and thought I’d offer you a ride to your house…the buses don’t run this late.”

The boy stared at him for a moment, in bewilderment and surprise, cocking his head to the side cutely. Then Jason’s breath caught as the beauty grinned brightly at him, eyes and nose crinkling cutely as he flashed the sweetest smile Jason had ever been privy to.

“My name is Kira,” the boy said, voice a light breeze and soothing to Jason’s ears.

Jason closed his eyes at the sound, smiling widely at the boy. He didn’t know what it was, but he was drawn to Kira strongly. A strong gust of wind blew past them and Kira curled up a bit, wrapping his arms around his body and shivering. Jason immediately took off his own jacket, draping it over Kira’s shoulders. The beauty looked up at him, blushing lightly and scooting closer to him on the bench. Jason hesitantly wrapped an arm around Kira’s back, grinning when the beauty leaned his head on his shoulder.

“You’re the first person to offer me a ride home,” Kira whispered, looking up at Jason with shinning happy eyes.

“Well then I’m a very lucky guy,” he said brightly. Another gust of wind blew by and they both shivered this time. He slowly stood up, bringing Kira with him and leading them both to his car.

He walked Kira to the passenger side, opening the door gentlemanly, getting another sweet smile for his actions. His heart fluttered again at the sight of the smile and he nearly skipped around his car in joy…“nearly” being the word here, as manly men like him did not skip.

Jason came to the back of his car, lifting a lever and putting the roof for the car back in place from its folded up position. He then climbed into the driver’s side, rolling up the windows as he turned on the car. He put the car in drive, pulling onto the road and driving away.

About five minutes into the drive, after glancing at Kira for the millionth time, loving looking at his beauty, he chuckled quietly at his stupidity and distraction. “Um…where do you live,” he asked, grinning sheepishly.

Kira muffled a laugh behind his hands, smiling at him. His companion rattled off the address and Jason almost banged his head on his steering wheel, because he had to backtrack a few miles from where they had been going. They made it to the modest house, and Jason pulled up to the curb. He put the car in park, staring at his hands on the steering wheel…he didn’t want Kira to go…he had the sinking feeling he wouldn’t see the beauty again after tonight.

Jason startled, head whipping around and hand going to his cheek, covering the spot that had just been gently kissed by Kira. The boy was looking at him, eyes lidded and sparkling, a small smile on his face.

“Thank you for driving me home…no one has ever been as kind to me as you have,” Kira whispered.

He put his hand on the door, ready to leave but Jason shot out his arms, grabbing Kira’s shoulders and pulling him back toward him. He leaned in; pressing an innocent kiss to the other’s lips, not know what drove him except for the fluttering in his heart. They kissed for a long while, lips sliding together sweetly. Jason stroked his arms up and down Kira’s trembling sides, before he wrapped his arms around his back, squeezing him tight.

Kira was the first to pull away, looking at Jason just as he had when he pulled up to the bus stop, in wonderment and curiosity. Kira lifted a hand, stroking it against his cheek, finger tips tracing over his features, around his eyes, down his nose, and across his forehead…almost like he was trying to memorize what he looked like. Then Kira smiled again, pressing his lips to Jason’s one more time before he pulled away entirely, slipping out the door and walking up the small path to his home.

Kira paused at the door, hand on the doorknob. The beauty turned then, waving at him, still smiling so beautifully that Jason was sure his heart would stop from the overload of emotions. Then Kira disappeared into the house.

Jason’s breath whooshed out of him as he lost sight of Kira and he slowly put his car in drive, pulling away from the curb and speeding away, staring into his rear view mirror at the little house, keeping his eyes locked on it until he made a turn and he lost sight of it…and Kira.

Jason trudged away from his school the next day in the afternoon, coming to his car and unlocking the door and climbing in. He had felt pretty miserable ever since he left Kira the night before and had been stupid enough to drive away without asking him out or getting his phone number. He had been so distracted in classes that day he was sure he had failed at every assignment and quiz he had had that day.

But he didn’t care; he wanted to see Kira again.

He sat in his car for a while, the outside world a blur around his as students filled away from the building, some climbing into their own cars and driving away and others just walking away in groups. Jason leaned his chin on the steering wheel of his car, staring at the dashboard of his Firebird, moping for a bit before he suddenly realized something.

Kira had walked away with his jacket last night.

He eagerly turned on his car, maneuvering around the stragglers and speeding away, a smile on his face. Now he had the perfect excuse to see Kira again.

Jason was at the boy’s house in minutes, parking the car crookedly on the curb and jumping out, dashing up to the door. He rang the door eagerly, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He smiled at the old woman who answered the door and looked at him curiously. “Can I help you young man,” she asked kindly. Her smile similar to Kira’s, she must be his grandmother.

“Yeah I drove Kira home last night and he still has my jacket. I was wondering if he was here,” he said brightly.

His grin fell a bit in bewilderment as the woman stared at him like he was crazy, backing up and starting to close the door. Maybe he had the wrong house. Then he looked over her shoulder and saw a picture of Kira handing in the foyer of the little house and he pointed at it eagerly, putting his other hand on the door to stop the old woman from closing it.

“Him. Kira right? I drove him home last night,” he said desperately.

The woman looked at him angrily then, black eyes narrowing in a glare and she pointed one wrinkled finger at him. “I don’t know what kind of trick you’re trying to pull, but it isn’t funny. My son died twenty years ago. He was riding his bike home, down the hill over there, when he was driven off the road by the bus stop by a bunch of punks like you...who had nothing better to do than to make fun of my son. He’s buried in the cemetery five miles from here,” she said, small tears coming to her eyes, and because Jason’s hands had fallen to his sides in shock she managed to slam and lock the door.

Jason stared at the door, completely flabbergasted. Then he sprang away from the front porch, jumping into his car and racing to the cemetery…wishing over and over that the woman was wrong.

He parked his car hastily, sprinting into the small cemetery. He wandered around for a long time, checking every headstone and name, hoping this was all a sick joke. Then he froze when he looked at a headstone at the base of a tall oak tree, sitting separate from the rest of the graves.

Jason fell to his knees in front of it, shaking hands picking up the neatly folded jacket resting in front of the grave…his jacket. His right hand lifted, trembling as he traced the name on the head stone…Kira.

A breeze blew by, ruffling the branches of the oak tree, causing a few leaves to flutter down on top of him. He gasped, hand flying to his cheek much as he had last night, having felt a ghostly kiss on his cheek. He looked around, hoping to see Kira laughing at him, playing a joke on him…but he saw no one.

“Thank you,” he heard whispered in his ear, even though he was alone in the cemetery, another kiss was pressed to his cheek sweetly. “I was finally able to go home because of you.”