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Billy had been waiting all day to watch that movie with Spencer. Only
to find that the principal was cutting into the brotime. That was soooo
not okay. He had been a good little amazing popstar, but this dudes
comments were just grating the cheese outta his nerves. But he had
to be good, right? Oh no. He was going to make spencer pay him
back for all this good behavior. Stuff wasn't his style. For now, he
waits in the room, enjoying his snackage of popcorn as he watches
the movie he and spencer were SUPPOSED to watch together.
"I'm home!" Spencer echoed into the apparently empty house. He
shrugged figuring his rents probably went with Jessica to some
kung-Fu competition again. He jogged upstairs hoping Billy wasn't
too upset with him for taking too long with Ponsy. He couldn't really
help it if the principal just so happened to trail into one of Spencer's
horror movie scenes that had involved a mixture of squirt able
cheese, smoke bombs and ketchup.
Slamming his bedroom door
open he was greeted with the sight of Billy watching the movie that
they were BOTH suppose to watch together. "Billy!" Spencer whined
and threw his backpack down on the floor in frustration. "We were
suppose to watch that together!"
Billy takes an overly long and loud sip of soda before lifting a hand
and giving a short dismissing wave. He focuses on the movie, trying
to ignore the whine. It was annoying and kinda cute. Reminded him
of his groupies. Minus the claws and shrieks mixed in. Haha. Man he
was awesome. He doesn't even reply, purposely making a show of
taking a handful of popcorn and putting it in his mouth.
"Bro!" Spencer huffed, frowning at the undead popstar. Well if that's
how he wanted to play then Spencer was just gonna have to play
harder. His eyes scanned the room and landed on the spare remote
for the giant flatscreen TV and he grabbed it, side glancing at the
zombie clock to see the time. 5:06. Well then speaking of zombies,
there just so happened to be a Walking Dead marathon on the
Horror Channel right now. Snickering under his breath, Spencer
changed the channel and a zombie had popped onto the screen,
scaring the cheese out of Billy. His screams were always so girly.
Billy literally jumps out of his chair, screaming as the face of the
undead clogs his screen. The frigtened ghost tears behind Spencer,
hiding and gripping the back of his shirt. Nope. That was nope. So
nope. He takes a moment to realize he's been played like one of his
own guitars. He floats back, arms crossed and a pout slapped on his
face. "That was messed up Brometheus…"
"So was watching the movie without me and then ignoring me like a
total toolbag." Spencer rolled his eyes at the pouting ghost, turning
off the TV in the process. He tossed the spare remote onto one of
the big chairs near then flatscreen and made his way back to his
bookbag on the floor. He began pulling his schoolbooks out,
preparing to do his extra schoolwork Ponsy had piled onto him as
punishment for his movie fiasco.
Billy darts over, smacking the school books away. Nuh uh. Ponsy
had interfered enough. "You're the toolbag! You had more time for
Ponsy than me!" He gets in Spencer's face, stretching his height to
tower over spencer more than usual. "So you don't have any right to
go and toolbag me!" Despite trying to hold up the angry bravado, he
wasn't good with fights with spence. In seconds his eyes are
watering, threatening an ectotear waterfall.
Spencer stared up into the ghost's face and raised an eyebrow at the
tears threatening to fall from his eyes. "Dude are you serious? Are
you jealous of Ponsy, of all people? It's not like I want his attention or
anything, I just happen to be the bane of his existence!" He bent
down onto his knees, picking up the books and stray papers that
Billy knocked out of his hands.
He collapses overdramatically to the floor with a cry of anguish. Billy
bursts into tears, hugging Spencer's ankles to keep the other from
moving. He wanted the time lost to be made up. But it was kinda
hard to say past his dramatic sobs. What? he was made for the
stage.
Sighing in exasperation, Spencer gave up trying to actually do the
right thing he was suppose to do and turned to the clingy rockstar
behind him. "Fine, toolbag, what do you want from me?"
In seconds his mood changes and he's floating again, bright and
cheery as if nothing had gotten him down in the first place. "FIRST! I
want some creamy peanut butter… SECONDLY, I want some time
with my brofessor, you dig?" He moves to Spencer's side as he
speaks, tossing and arm over the others shoulder and giving a smile.
Despite his groaning at the prospect of another one of Billy Joe
Cobra's peanut butter break time snacks, Spencer smiled and gave
a friendly arm punch to his bro. "Yeah, sure dillweed, just let me
change my pants right quick, I think i got some cheese on them
when Ponsy crashed my shooting." He started to unbutton his pants
and pull them off, completely used to stripping in front of the other
male.
Billy settles himself on his cousins bed, glancing over and flinching.
He'd never really paid attention or noticed that Spencer changed
around him. Most of the time they were chatting it up. But hoooly -
Whoa whoa. He couldn't be diggin in his bros chili. That was nasty.
Anyways, what about his groupies? Ladies. Ladies right. Curvy
ladies. Limos of ladies. A list ladies. All from films. Films made by the
smokin'- OH COME ON.
Spencer was completely oblivious to his best bro's mental
breakdown beside him as he shucked of his pants. He glanced down
at a ketchup stain on the sleeve of his t-shirt and frowned, peeling
the fabric off and chucking it next to his pants and shoes, leaving him
in nothing but his ghostbuster boxers.
When he finally calms his mind and looks back at Spencer, the kid is
wearing less clothing. Oh now that had to be on purpose. He chokes
and looks away, sitting up and trying to brush it off like something he
meant to do. "J-Just uh… VOCAL EXERCISES! Yeah, used to do
em all the time before shows…" Great cover. Airtight. Foolproof.
Toolbox proof. He's so good he can't help smiling, popping his collar
and basking in his own glory. The only guy who could possibly be
hotter than him was Spen-… Why didn't he think of himself?
Spencer glanced over with a confused expression. "You say
something, bro?" He spotted a speck of cheese that had somehow
escaped into the confines of his shirt and rubbed at his chest, trying
to get the stain off and failing.
He glances at Spencer, floating in front of him. Cheese? Dude, that
was an easy fix. Though him rubbing at it wasn't. Billy snaps a hand
around the others wrist, stopping it, and simply licks the stain away,
thinking nothing of it. Cheesy. As predicted. He sits back with a
triumphant smile. He thought of it first~
Spencer flushed at the sudden slick feeling against his chest and
turned away before Billy could see his nipples hardening from the
cold tongue that was previously there. "T-thanks bro." He wiped off
the lingering ectoplasm on his chest and started to search through
his drawers for a clean shirt and pants before he made a fool of
himself again in front of the other.
He raises an eyebrow as Spencer turns around, confused. "Yo,
Franklin brosevelt, I didn't mean to steal that genious plan. I can't
help it. I'm too amazing!" Billy slips between Spencers legs to float in
front of him. He plops his hands on his hips, looking Spencer over
questioningly. Whoa wait what. Those had a purpose other than
looking funny? He reaches a hand out, prodding at one of the now
hard nubs on Spencers chest. Did his ectoplasm do something?
The 14 year old squeaked out a startled noise as he felt cold, rough
fingers prod at his oversensitive nipples. "B-Billy! Don't do that!"
Spencer smacked away the overcurious hands and walked quickly to
his hamper. Screw clean clothes, he just needed to put something on
quick before he gets a hard on in front of his best bro in the world.
Billy flinches as his hands are smacked away. What did he do? he
was just figuring stuffs out. That was a total crap bag reaction. He
floats up behind Spencer, plopping his head on the others shoulder.
"Dude cmon, you're hiding something. I know it." He frowns, broskis
shouldn't hide things from broskis. Not cool.
Spencer just ignored the ghost leaning against him- well tried to
anyway. He focused on shuffling through his hamper, trying to find a
sufficient article of clothing to wear. Hopefully, Billy would find
something else to distract his attention away from Spencer for a bit.
It finally dawns on him whats going on. Billy had enough experience.
He was just a little slow on the draw there. NO biggie. Dude was like
a lady! "Oooooh… You're sensitive and stuffs. I got it." He moves
back, floating on his back in the air with his hands behind his head.
Billy whistles, happy to have figured it out.
Spencer flushed and slammed his hamper closed, turning to face the
undead popstar angrily. "S-shut up! I am not!" He stormed his way
towards the bathroom, the ultimate sanctuary to escape the hell that
was Billy Joe Cobra. Plus he probably needed to take a cold shower,
just to calm hardened nubs before they weren't the only body parts
that were hard on his body.
Billy just follows after Spencer, blowing on his ear just to bother him.
Oh it was fun to bug spence. It was all in good fun. Surely his bro
understood. "Dude you are so sensitive. You're like a ladyman." He
darts in front of the human, flicking a nipple to prove his point.
Spencer moaned and stumbled against the bathroom door trembling.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" God he could feel the pleasure
seeping through him from that one flick, heading towards his slowly
hardening cock.
He plants himself on the ground, raising and eyebrow and glancing
down obviously at the tent forming in Spencers boxers. "Wrong with
me?" His eyes focus back on Spencers face, a grin crossing his
own. "Couldn't keep it down?" It was probably a dick move. But this
was just an opportunity he couldn't pass up! And he could possibly
get a bonus in the process. Payback was coming Spency.
Spencer scowled and swatted at the other male. "Oh fuck off!" He
was not going to deal with Billy's bullshit, especially concerning this
situation. He needed to get away from the ghost before the shit hit
the f- and Billy was in his face. Why the hell was Billy in his face
space and that grin… Spencer shivered slightly in arousal but mostly
from the fear of something evil about to go down due to the hands of
his bro before him.
"Language brotato…" He places his hands on Spencers hips,
tugging the other boy closer. This would be awesome if he could get
the fact it was wrong out of his head. His cousin was bangin'. He
couldn't let relations get in the way! Blame it on another phase. The
dead popstar lets out a small growl. "Keep it up and your family is
gonna catch wind."
Spencer narrowed his eyes at the other as he heard the shuffling
downstairs, indicating that his family had returned home from
wherever they were. "Get off." He hissed quietly at the other even
though it was highly unlikely that the others would hear him, what
with him being on the very top floor and they being on the bottom.
He pouts. "But duuuuude… You're already at full mast down there. I
can't just leave a bro hanging." Billy smirks. "Thats not the kinda guy
Billy Joe Cobra is." He closes the distance, pressing a kiss to
Spencers lips to keep him from getting out any further protests. No
more delays. Shit was gonna get done.
It was like his whole body had gone into a shocked stupor. When the
thought of his friend, his best bro, his COUSIN, was kissing him on
the lips in clearly a nonfamily like manner he began to struggle
against him pushing at the others chest and yanking his head back
from the other. "W-what are you..?!"
He lets out an involuntary whine, giving away how much he actually
wanted this. Billy quickly tries to covers himself, frowning and
stepping back to float again. "I-I was helping.. But if you prefer your
hand, go at it." He turns his back to Spencer, pissed at being
rejected.
Spencer looked at the man in front of him and studied his tense
shoulders and hurt expression. That whine sounded desperate and
raw as if… Spencer's eyes widened. There was no way that he
could… but all signs pointed to it… He glanced down at his tented
boxers and back up at the turned figure in front of him.
Spencer
reached down and slowly rubbed against the bulge pressing against
the thin fabric of his boxers, letting out a small whimper of pleasure
before pulling out his cock and starting to slowly stroke it. "BBilly..Ah!" Spencer gasped out the other's name, trying to gain his
attention back.
Billy was so focused on being upset. He was so awesome. He was
just fawning over himself when the sound of his name hits his ear.
Oh. That wasn't a normal way of saying his name. The ghost
chances a peek over his shoulder, forgetting to float for a moment
and nearly falling on his face. he regains his balance quickly and
turns his full attention to Spencer.
He keeps his arms crossed,
struggling to keep a straight expression. Okay, yeah, he fails. He
was pretty much drooling. The simple mention of his name was
enough. The popstar removes Spencers hand, replacing it with his
own and quickly taking up the pace Spencer had started. "Just tell
me if you ever want me to stop bro- Spencer.."
Spencer just whined and jerked his hips in response. God if Billy
stopped he was going to resurrect his sorry ass and kill him again.
His hands clawed at the hardwood floor beneath him, trying to grip
onto something that would help keep him in reality. "B-Billy. M-more!"
His hips were lifting off the ground now as they thrusted against the
chilled hand wrapped around his dick.
Billy can't help chuckling. "Dude you are such a virgin…" He floats a
bit, moving to where he's level with the length in hand. He'd never
tried anything with a guy before, so this was fairly new. After a
moment of brainstorming, he takes his hand away. He could do this.
His groupies had done it pretty well before… The ghost trails his
tongue along the overly sensitive underside, hands now holding
Spencers hips down. No choking the popstar. He did need his throat
for things other than sucking off his younger cousin.
His breathing hitched as he felt the rocker's cold tongue slide against
his dick, a small trail of ectoplasmic saliva following behind the
muscle. Normal people would be creeped out but Spencer was by no
means normal. He found fucking hot. He could see his cock shoved
down into Billy's throat as far as it could go without the other choking
and the rockstar singing one of his songs around his cock, eyes
staring into his with a mischeivious look in his eyes, daring Spencer
to come down his thro- oh shit he wasn't gonna make it.
Spencer
snapped out of his mental image as he felt a heated coil in his lower
belly snap, spilling his seed onto the other's face. "O-oh shit!" He
gasped and rode out his orgasm, hips jerking against the other's
hands holding him down.
Billy flinches, letting out a 'manly' squeak as his face is assaulted by
Spencers spunk. Wow. Was weird on the recieving end of that. He
sits back once his bros done, swiping a finger through the material
and licking it off his finger. It tasted kinda salty, but not bad. He
glances at his cousin, still cleaning himself off.
"Dude you taste pretty
damn good… We're totes going to do that more often. And brohann
sebastian bach, you got some nice vocal cords there. I'd say almost
better than me… Almost." Once he's clean he grins. That was a lot
more fun than he'd expected. He can't help chuckling again. "And
we're gonna have to work on your timing there, didn't even get to
finish my number."
"S-shut up you j-jerk…" Spencer panted and felt himself slowly
harden again. His teenage body was eager to please the other as it
grinded against Billy's hips, aching for the pleasure to be returned
back to itself.
Spencer grabbed his bro's jacket and yanked him
down, bringing him into a sloppy french kiss, his hips grinding even
harder against the other. "I-is that all you got? Cause for all the talk
about how you're so great
I would have expected better from you."
Billy chokes on an unexpected moan, having not realized the own
problem in his pants. That was new. And damn did it feel good. His
hands grab Spencers hips, forcing him to aim each grind right. And
that final comment just caused a problem. Oh hell no. Broski was not
going to doubt him or insult him. Payback was going to be a bitch.
The ghosts eyes narrow and he has their positions changed in a
flash. He completely moved the both of them, now keeping Spencer
bent over the edge of the bed. His clothes were easy to discard. he
was a ghost. They just kinda poofed away. Simple enough. But it
was time he schooled the other. His words come out as a demand.
"Get yourself comfy and get to work stretching yourself. Not going to
dirty my fingers. If you do it right, maybe I won't make you beg." He
gives the others ass a small smack, enjoying the sound. Music to his
ears. But not as good as his name spilling from the brunettes mouth.
Spencer whined loudly and grinded his ass against the others hard
cock teasingly. "B-but Billyyyyyy!" He admits he's… played around
down there before but it was one thing to do it alone in the dark, it
was another to do it with another person staring! Maybe he could
just… aw screw it Billy was too hardheaded to be swayed easily.
Spencer propped his knees up onto the bed, spreading his thighs
and sticking three of his fingers into his mouth, slurping at them to
get them lubed up. He popped them out of his mouth, slowly trailing
his hand down towards his glory hole and pressing one finger in
roughly. "A-ah! F-fuck!" His ass clenched around the intrusion trying
to push it out but Spencer remained vigilant and slowly pushed his
finger in his ass, panting heavily and the slight burn of the stretching.
Billy holds strong, ignoring the teasing advances and enjoying the
outcome. Spencer should star in a few of his own movies
sometime… Billy would be glad to help. As long as it looked this
good. Who needed special effects with Spencers sweet sounds? He
slowly strokes himself in order to dull the ache, loving the show he
was getting. He had a nice view from where he was. And judging by
the way Spencer seemed to know what he meant, he knew the other
had done something like this before. "Looks like you aren't as
innocent as I thought bro… Check it, you got straight to work.." He
always has to make things difficult, adding another harsh slap to
Spencers ass.
He let out a startled moan when he felt the stinging sensation of his
ass being slapped. God this was so demeaning and it was turning
him on. He shoved his second finger in with his first, scissoring his
hole to stretch it out for the bigger intrusion it was to receive later.
Spencer hissed in pain as he entered his third finger into his ass, the
stretching burn returning and then fading as he bumped into his
prostate clumsily with his fingertips. "O-oh God!" His fingers
immediately picked up a swift thrusting motion against that spot,
sliding in and out of his ass faster and harder. He started to grind his
weeping cock against his bed, completely forgetting the undead
rockstar behind him as he fucked himself on his fingers.
Billy knows Spencers about to lose it again, but doesn't stop him. It
was too damn good of a show. He floats a bit above Spencer for a
moment to whisper in his ear, words coming as a near purr. "Damn…
I think you're more of a slut than my groupies… I like it." He settles
back again, forcing himself to keep control. As nice and inviting as
just plowing in sounded and looked, he wanted to leave little cousin
spencer completely spent. The kid was going to lose his virginity and
remember it for the rest of his life. Billy Joe Cobra was going to make
sure of that.
Spencer rammed his hips against his fingers, his body now trembling
from the pleasure he was giving himself. Billy's words echoed
through his head and he wailed as he came, staining his bedsheets
with his cum and collapsing against them. His fingers slipped out of
his now loose hole and he rode through his orgasm shuddering and
whimpering. His eyes started to close slowly, his entire body starting
to relax and go into a lethargic state. If Billy didn't do something
quick then he was gonna slip off into sleepyland.
Billy has Spencer up against the headboard of the bed in seconds,
hand pumping away to get the kid hard again. He wasn't sleeping
yet. "Tsk tsk tsk… Can't even make round three kid? C'mon. At least
try to be as awesome as me." He gives a harsh smack on the ass to
match the others, this one leaving a red hand mark. He had to wake
Spencer up, get him begging. Get him tensed a bit. The ghost spits
some ectoplasm into his free hand, slicking himself up with it.
He jerked awake immediately at the hand jerking him off and then
smacking his ass hard. Moaning like a whore, Spencer spread his
legs apart wide and lifted his ass in the air as an offering to the ghost
behind him. "Billyyyyyyy!" Spencer whined out his name, clenching
his ass so Billy could see the muscles tightening and untightening,
trying to seduce him to plunge right in to Spencers tight ass. "Come
on~"
And with that, Billy finally gives in and slams right in. He lets out a
loud groan as he feels the tight heat take him in. It felt so good in
contrast to his ice cold temperature of his ghostiness. He grips the
top of the headboard, other hand on Spencers hip as he gets himself
in the right position. He pulls almost entirely out, slamming right back
in without mercy, starting a pretty quick pace without bothering to ask
if it was okay to move. Small grunts can be heard in between the
occasional choppy statements. Most of which calling Spencer a
'Good little whore' or 'The best babe yet'. Yeah. Billy would be sure to
do this more often.
When the Billy first slammed into Spencer's ass, he smothered his
face into his pillow releasing a scream of intense pleasure. His hips
slammed back against Billy's thrusts and he dug his hands into the
bedsheets below, hearing the fabric begin to tear. Spencer could feel
his entire body flush red from the words pouring out of Billy's mouth
as he fucked his ass. Tears pooled into his eyes and dripped down
his face as the pleasure seemed to get even higher in strength.
Spencer's wails and screams were beginning to get louder to where
even the pillow he was smothering himself in was barely muffling the
sounds.
Billy could feel himself nearing release, having not been able to get
some release in quite some time. He leans down, the hand on
Spencers hip moving to jerk him in time with the thrusts. "Louder… I
want to hear it all, every last scream.." He hisses out the words,
tongue tracing over Spencers ear before he sits up again to focus on
aiming his thrusts. He was determined not to hit climax before
Spencer. He needed to hold something over the others head and this
would be something he could tease about forever and a day. Man
this payback really was a sweet deal.
Spencer jerked his head up and bit his lip, trying to gain control of
this situation which was really hard considering the fact there was a
large cock ramming him in his prostate. "O-oh fuck, Billy! H-harder!"
He was screaming his words out now, not caring if his family heard
him or not. "I n-need ah more of your cock… I can't ungh!" He wasn't
gonna last much longer, he could feel the coil tightening up again in
his stomach and he started to clench his ass around the dick inside
him, determined to make the other cum first.
Billy grits his teeth, Spencers voice sending him over the edge
before he can stop himself. There go the bragging rights. He rides
out his orgasm, filling Spencer up with a loud moan. He keeps going
until the other is finished too, not wanting to leave the boy hanging.
That'd be just so screwed up to the max. Can't leave a bro hanging.
Not like he wanted to either. This was a damn beautiful sight.
Spencer came apart at the feeling of being filled with Billy's seed. His
ass spasming and his cock bursting with semen, spraying down on
already stained sheets. His hips came to a slow stop from the
rocking and he collapsed onto the soft bed beneath him, completely
tuckered out.
Billy pulls out, adding one last smack before plopping beside
Spencer. He catches his breath quickly, grinning. "How was that
bro?.." He looks at his younger cousin, impressed the boy had lasted
so long.
Spencer just mutters incoherent words and snuggles up to Billy,
drifting off into a deep sleep, not caring that there was ectoplasm
and semen dripping out of his ass and running down his thighs. He
was too tired to care.
Billy rubs the boys back, humming the tune to one of his songs.
Damn he was good. And now he could add Spencer to the list of
groupies… Well… No. He was better than the groupies. Way better.
He meant a lot more too. Billy smiles, glad to have marked the kid as
his own. Spencer wasn't going to be a groupie, oh no, he was going
to be Billy property.
His little broski and no one elses.