"We can't be doin' this." Ghost gasped, wrenching his head back from the kiss like he'd been burned. "Johnny, we can't" The alcohol made his accent come through more, words slightly slurred. His mask was rucked up over his nose, and his lips dark red from the passionate kiss they'd just shared, barely made it into the hotel room before Johnny had pushed him against the wall and-. They were kissing again. "We really can't." Ghost groaned between kisses, breath quick, hands aching to touch.