AN: I do not own Dude, That's My Ghost! in any way. This is a work of fiction created by a fan. Rated M for graphic smut. This is my first fic for ectofeature. I can't stand how much I love this ship. Enjoy!
Billy set the jar of smooth peanut butter down next to him. He didn't feel like eating right now. That was a rare occasion for the ghost. He was almost always eating something. He floated up and stretched, yawning. It was too early in the morning for him to be up but his buddy Spencer had to get up early, and now he was showering. Billy floated into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't fall back asleep so he decided playing video games would be the better option. He heard Spencer humming something over the running water but he wasn't sure what it was exactly.
"Hey, Spence, I'm gonna play some games and shit if that's cool," Billy shouted over the water. Spencer didn't respond, simply continuing to hum. Billy played with his hair a bit, noticing the misty steam rising from the other side of the shower curtain. "Spencer?" Billy called again. Still no response. Weird, was he mad at Billy? "Yo, Brorannasaurus Rex, you listenin'?" Billy continued fixing his hair in the mirror and looked down at Spencer's clothes pile. His pendant was with it. Of course, how could Billy forget? He was a ghost and wasn't able to be seen or heard by Spencer without that pendant on.
Billy shrugged it off, deciding a couple games wouldn't hurt anyone. Just then, Spencer said something, but Billy couldn't make it out over the water. He floated close, listening intently to whatever it was Spencer was singing. He still had a good singing voice from when Billy let him borrow his mouth for that bird song. Damn, those poor birdies.. Billy could hardly make out what it was that Spencer was saying. He was being so quiet. Wait, what was that..? Billy could hardly make out Spencers mutters, but managed to hear, "..they love me.." The tune was familiar.. If only Billy could get.. Just a little.. Closer... Billy popped his head in for a moment, keeping his eyes closed, you know, just to give his homie some privacy.
"..You know I gotta hear, I love you.. It means you love me.. Cause when you look into this boy's eyes, it drives you all insane.." Spencer's voice rang clearer to Billy, but it was still a small mutter. 'Oh no, it's the song...' Billy thought to himself. But he couldn't stop listening, it sounded so beautiful, regardless how quiet and shaky it was. "You know I gotta hear, I love you," Billy's eyes shot open, taking in the sight of the boy in front of him. It was only a mutter of the song, he definitely wasn't into Spencer that way. But he did, however, want to see him at that moment. He saw how the red-brown hair clung to his neck, water dripping past his ears. He saw the profile of Spencer's face, that tanned, soft face. Even as a seventeen year old boy, he did have a girlish charm to him. And the way his neck met his shoulders.. His head slightly leaning down, water running down those forming muscles.. Spencer lathered his arms with soap, continuing to sing softly. Billy's eyes trailed down his best friend's back, noticing the dimples above his perfect butt. Wait, what?
Billy popped his head back out of the shower. No, he didn't feel that way for Spencer at all. Nope, not at all. There was no way Billy could ever feel that way for Spencer. Billy had kissed a couple of guys before in his life as a famous rock star, but he didn't ever feel like it was meant for him. It was mostly to please the crowd, albeit of only a handful of fangirls, but nothing more, really. But Spencer was off limits. There was no way that he would ever feel that way for him. But.. God, the way he walks like he's going somewhere and the way he rolls his eyes like he doesn't even care and not to mention how long his arms are.. Long, smooth arms to be held by.. Wait, no, no. Not Spencer. Uh-uh, no way. Billy left the bathroom, floating back through the door. He didn't wanna make things any more uncomfortable. Or really, to hear any more of the song.
Actually, all he wanted was to be held by those arms as he played video games with his best friend, or to lick chunky peanut butter with the chunks taken out straight off of those long fingers, or to be pinned down in a playful wrestle by the darker boy. Was this the effect of the song? No, it couldn't be, after all, Spencer only muttered the words to himself. Well, it might have been a little bit.. But Billy always had thought that Spencer was charming. Supposedly, hearing his friend sing the song, no matter how muttered it was, simply nudged his feelings forward, but Billy wasn't really complaining. Well, a little bit, but there's not harm in a tiny crush.. Right?
Still, Spencer was off limits. He could never put his best friend on the spot like that. And besides, it was mostly physical. There was nothing special between them, really. Just friends, right? No more than friends. Best friends.
Just then, the water stopped running and Billy heard Spencer step out of the shower, pushing the curtain back slowly. He heard silence for a bit, then Spencer's voice. "Hey, Billy?" he heard through the door. Spencer stepped out of the bathroom, nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Fuck, he was filling out well. Even though Spencer didn't exercise much, he still had forming abs and broad shoulders, long slightly muscular arms.. Billy's eyes almost wandered over the boy's body, but he snapped back quickly.
"What's up, broski?" Billy smiled almost awkwardly. He was a good actor but not a very good liar. Spencer smiled softly, rummaging through his dresser drawers for his clothes. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a white shirt with red designs on it. He threw them on the bed and pulled out some green boxers.
"I'm sorry for waking you up so early," Spencer spoke, facing away from Billy to get his clothes. "But I gotta get to school early to take that test I missed last week." He slipped the boxers on under his towel, dropping it as he eased into the lining, his hips slightly shaking. Billy watched almost intently, but careful to listen to Spencer. "Do you think you could rush me there? I think I took too much time in the shower.." Spencer turned around abruptly, Billy shooting his eyes toward the window careful not to let Spencer know he was watching him. Billy looked back at Spencer, making eye contact.
"Yeah, man, of course. Leave it to the Cobra," he smiled cockily. Spencer laughed a bit, pulling his pants from the bed. He turned back around to look in a mirror, Billy grabbing his jar of peanut butter and floating to a separate corner of the room. He dipped his finger in the jar, licking at the gooey substance coating his digit. He watched Spencer hop up and down to fit in those tight jeans he always wore. He wiggled a bit, pulling the button together and zipping them up. The lining of his boxers were still showing, giving his waist that gorgeously long look to it. Spencer pulled his shirt over his head, watching himself in the mirror the whole time. He barely noticed his ghost companion in the corner.
Spencer bent down, grabbing his shoes from under his bed, Billy watching his butt. He moved it side to side a bit, Billy watching, licking more peanut butter off his finger. He almost bit down when Spencer got on his knees. He seemed to be having trouble locating his shoes. Billy watched intently. Spencer must not have realized how much he was really sticking his butt out, almost teasing the ghost. No, definitely teasing him. He dipped his finger back into the jar, wrapping his tongue around the digit, taking in the sweet flavor of the substance, Spencer pulling his shoes out from under the bed. He sat on the floor pulling some socks out of the drawer in front of him, still on his hands and knees. Billy looked away, ashamed of himself almost. Actually, no, Billy shouldn't feel bad. Spencer was an attractive boy, and Billy understood that better than most people.
Billy waited silently as Spencer rushed to get dressed and shove his bags in his backpack. Spencer smiled over at his ghost companion and muttered something that sounded like, "Ready, amighost?" and Billy followed suit. He floated downstairs as Spencer slid down the railing and out the door. As he boarded his bike, Billy pushed the back, allowing spencer to sail smoothly down the street a lot faster than most people could ever do. After all, some kid floating down the street would cause question but if he was going really fast that could easily be passed as special effects.
The rest of the day, Billy hardly spoke, just thinking of the events of the morning. He was certain that he didn't have feelings for Spencer, it was just him being weird and selfish as usual. Billy knew he was selfish but he was allowed to be sometimes, after all, he's Billy Joe Cobra. He was allowed to want things. Whether or not he could have them.. Well that was a different story. Spencer was a great guy, there was no doubting that, but Billy knew he couldn't ever be with him. For starters, he's alive and Billy isn't. Billy didn't really want to think about the other barriers. Age... Relation... Oh God, he was really losing it, wasn't he? He simply sighed to himself and tried to brush it off but the lingering feeling that he was doing something wrong kept pinging in the back of his mind as he laughed at Spencers jokes or when he complimented him.
Billy might have regretted being attracted to his best friend but he didn't regret their friendship, so he pushed through the day with a smile on his face. There was nothing wrong with liking someone. He knew that. He ended the day with the conclusion that, while he was attracted to Spencer, there was nothing to be ashamed of. He just couldn't tell him. He was sure Spencer wouldn't be happy about this. God only knows what Spencer would do, really. Billy waited for the day to end as he floated aimlessly behind Spencer playing video games. Eventually, ten o'clock hit and it was time to sleep. He curled into his blanket and allowed himself to be lost in his ghostly dreams. How did ghosts even sleep to begin with?