AN: This chapter contains masturbation and fantasies pertaining to ectofeature. After the hot stuff is the story of how I imagine Billy and Spencer to meet both before and after his death. Enjoy and R&R! Thank you!
He knew he had a problem. A bad problem. It had only been a week since the shower incident, but he couldn't get Spencer off of his mind. And it had been so long since he was alive, he didn't really even remember ever feeling this way for someone. He would have restless nights of tossing midair thinking about the boy underneath him, on top of him, next to him, anywhere, just as long as he was naked and their bodies were together. He had to do something about this. Could ghosts even take care of themselves that way? Well, there was no harm in trying.
Today was another day for a shower for the young Spencer. Billy listened for the water running and made sure the blue pendant was off. He poked his head through the door of the bathroom noting the blue necklace lying on the counter and popped back out. Okay. Now for the hard part. Literally. He quietly unzipped his pants, even though no one could hear him. He bit his lip as he reached down. He hadn't done this in his ghost life before, and didn't do much of it when he was alive either. He had no idea if this was going to work or not. He floated into the bathroom and held his member in his hand, stroking softly. The guilt was piling up higher and higher as he inched closer to the running water.
There. He could feel himself growing into the new-ish sensation. God, it felt good to do this. Even though, at the same time, really, really wrong. He poked his head into the shower and got a quick glance of Spencer lathering his hair. He came back out. God this was so wrong. But it's not like Spencer could see.. He'd never know! Billy inched back and let his eyes travel along the boys body. Still as gorgeous as before. There were the dimples again. Oh, God, how he longed to put his hands on Spencers back as he was bent over begging for more. Billy let out a small moan as he pumped himself harder. His eyes fell lower, holding their gaze on Spencers perfect butt. So round, so holdable, so grippable so.. So, hot..
Billy rolled over to float on his stomach, curling into himself, backing up to sit on the bathroom counter. He lifted the pendant, holding it tightly in one hand, his throbbing member in the other. How was it even possible for a ghost to do this? Billy wasn't going to question it. He just kept pumping, letting out small moans here and there, listening to the running water, letting himself get lost in his thoughts. Spencer holding onto Billy's neck as he thrusted into him, Spencer biting his lip and making those cute faces Billy was sure he'd make, Spencer calling out for Billy.. 'Oh, fuck..' Billy thought to himself. He was getting closer and closer, pumping faster. "..S-Spence... Spencer..." Billy moaned out loud. "Fuck, Spencer.." he called again. He gripped the pendant harder as he released himself, a thick flow of ectoplasmic semen pooling in his palm. He caught his breath again as he stared down at the pendant. Spencer's smiling face was all Billy could think of as he managed to clean himself up.
He sat the pendant down on the counter again and floated out of the bathroom, turning on the T.V. with his telekinesis. He grabbed a controller from the table and began to play whatever game was in the system at the moment. He wasn't really playing, but rather distracting himself. Eventually, the water stopped running and Billy waited for Spencer to come out of the bathroom. He kept playing, making sure he seemed busy. Spencer stepped out of the bathroom, Billy whipping his head around to note his friend's presence. Again with the towel, this kid was not about to give Billy a break. The pendant hung loosely around Spencer's neck, the sky blue towel hanging loosely on his hips. God, it looked like it'd fall off at any moment.
Spencer noticed the game Billy was playing and decided to join, sitting closely to his ghost companion, still in a towel. This wasn't the first time Spencer was less than eager to get into clothes; during Summer breaks, Spencer usually just wore boxers for days until his family forced him outside or when a movie was calling for him to make. But this was definitely the first time Billy was particularly eager for the boy to at least put on a shirt. What could he say, though? "Hey, brodonkadonk, your upper body gives me ghost boners and I don't think you want things to get awko taco between us like that so put on a shirt!" Yeah, that wouldn't work. Billy just had to bear through it, as he knew he'd have to all the other times Spencer was sure to do the same.
Billy went the next few weeks ravishing himself during Spencer's showers. He'd even plot schemes to get Spencer extra dirty occasionally so he'd take longer, but it was getting harder and harder to control his urges any other moment. The kid only bathed once a day. It wasn't enough for the ghost who had just discovered his new ability, if masturbating to your underaged distant-cousin was an ability worth noting. So Billy decided to take things up a notch. It was time to sneak in bed time sessions. He decided one night, while Spencer was sleeping to sneak into another corner of the room and just be quiet. After all, Spencer slept with his pendant on.
Billy found himself dreaming of his friend pinning him down and riding him, the way his tanned skin would shine in the moonlight through a cracked breezy window. He found himself thinking of Spencer's arching back as he held his head up, begging for more. Billy thought of all the ways he'd pamper the boy, with his hands and his mouth and his tongue. He imagined all the positions he'd love to take the boy in, all the different ways he could see Spencer's face as he looked him in the eyes and called out his name. He wanted nothing more than to make him feel loved and possessed and needed. Billy's heavy breath could be heard quietly in the dark room, careful not to wake Spencer from his slumber. The ghost simply lingered far away, holding silence hostage as he pleasured himself to the thought of his younger friend.
Billy went the next few days keeping himself pleasured in secret. He would smile and laugh and call Spencer his friend as if there was nothing between them during the day or virtually any time Spencer had the pendant on, but when he was alone, he couldn't help but think of the boy as more than a friend. He was just too cute and vulnerable. Just thinking about how innocent Spencer looked would get Billy ready to go again, but all the while feeling kind of ashamed of himself—which, mind you, never happened. Ever. But Billy knew that there was no way he could stop feeling this way towards the boy. Maybe with time he'd get over it, but right now, he was fine with sticking to his thoughts while the boy remained unaware of his feelings.
Today was Spencer's aunt's wedding, and the young boy was only 6 years old. He didn't know the aunt very well, nor did he really care to. His parents never talked much about her, but he didn't mind being at the wedding. Free cake, and it was next to a spooky forest. Spencer sat quietly at the table, his younger sister sitting next to him punching him in the shoulder repeatedly. He decided to ignore her but it was hard because she was actually pretty strong for such a young girl. Spencer looked around and noticed a lot of people. People young and old and in between. People Spencer called his family and his family's friends, the same people Spencer would probably never see again, he figured. But he, again, was not going to complain. Free cake, though, right?
Spencer watched everyone around him talking and muttering about "Congratulations!" and "Who will be next?" People laughing at jokes that weren't funny and managed to make even his mother uncomfortable. His parents were chattering away with other people. Just then a young boy and his mother got on stage and tapped the mic, sending out a shriek of feedback. The woman looked like she was very rich and wanted everyone to know, while the young boy seemed almost indifferent to his surroundings. Very calm and relaxed. Spencer let his mind focus on the stage.
"Good afternoon, everyone! How about a round of applause for the beautiful couple?" the woman shouted into the mic. Her accent was different from Spencer's, he had noted. The woman went on about how today was special and whatnot, but Spencer really didn't care. He kept eating his cake as he realized the fist that was hitting him was now shaking his arm.
"That's mom's cousin Billy!" Jessica whispered. She turned around to face the stage again. Over her shoulder, she continued. "He's only 13, but mom's friend says that he's gonna be famous!" She seemed interested, so Spencer kept watching the stage. The woman at the mic had mentioned that her son was going to perform for the couple. The young boy looked almost nervous, but not enough to not be able to sing. He stepped towards the microphone and cleared his throat and waited for the jazz combo to begin playing.
Billy ran his hand through his raven locks and looked around. He had many bracelets and necklaces on for a boy, and wore very tight jeans. He began to sing softly along with the music, hitting every note perfectly. All Spencer could do was watch carefully as the young boy performed. The dark haired boy made eye contact with Spencer, sending Spencer's eyes to his cake, which was almost done. He continued eating as if he had done something wrong, but kept looking around, then back to the stage. The boy was done with his song and bowed humbly as the applause was sure to come. Everyone clapped. Even the old man in the corner who seemed uninterested the entire time. Jessica turned back around to continue eating her cake as the musicians began playing another song and the boy walked off the stage to sit at the table next to Spencers. "That was pretty good!" Jessica said to the boy as she shoved cake into her mouth.
"Thanks," the boy smiled at her. He pulled out a phone and began to get lost in his thoughts. Spencer finished his cake and turned to his sister.
"I'll be right back," he said as he went to throw the empty plate away. All the way to the trash can, people were stopping Spencer to mention how much he had grown and whatnot. He didn't remember most of the people that stopped him. He just smiled and pretended to be excited to be there.
As he neared the garbage can, he noticed the forest standing eery as ever. He looked around a bit, noticing that Billy had looked at him. Spencer looked back at the forest and kept walking, making sure everyone was preoccupied with the wedding so he could sneak into the woods just to look around for a bit.
He walked past a large tree and another and another until he found a small brook of running water and kicked a rock into it. It actually wasn't spooky at all. It actually looked pretty tranquil.
"You know, you could get lost in here," a calm voice startled Spencer. He shot around to see the raven haired boy leaning on a tall tree, his hands in his pockets. "What's your name, little dude?" Billy spoke again.
"S-Spencer," the young boy stuttered. "Spencer Wright."
"You should be more careful, Spencer. I'm sure your parents would worry about you," Billy smiled nicely and pulled a hand out of his pocket, holding a phone. "We should get back, alright?"
"N-no, it's boring there. Everyone keeps talking to me about stuff I don't understand and I really just wanna go home and watch more movies," Spencer said crossing his arms. "And there's a lot of weird old people." Billy laughed sympathetically and scratched his head. He got on one knee to be as tall as the young boy and held his hands together.
"How about this," Billy said as he reached for one of the necklaces around his pale neck. "If I give you this, will you come back with me and have some more cake?" He pulled off a silver chain, thin and smooth and held it in front of Spencer. The small boy eyed it cautiously and looked back at the other four around his neck and noted them carefully. A spiked choker, a horsey beaded choker with rubbed off letters, a long gold chain and a cheap looking silver chain with a blue pendant on it. Spencer shook his head.
"No," he muttered assuredly. Billy sighed in response, but kept smiling regardless. Spencer lifted the brightly colored blue on the pendant and eyed it eagerly. "But this one's pretty cool," he said enthusiastically. Billy lifted his eyebrow.
"I made it," the raven haired boy stated proudly.
"I can tell," a brown eyebrow lifted sarcastically. He still liked the blue on it regardless the quality of it. Billy laughed in response and pulled it off as he put the other back on.
"Alright, you can have it," the older boy said, putting it around Spencer's neck. He stood back up and held his hand out, leading the small boy back out of the woods. Spencer sat with Billy at the wedding and they spent the rest of the time laughing at everyone and themselves and eating cake. Even though he was older than Spencer, he was really nice to him. He liked this guy, he decided. He never wanted to take the pendant off again, even when they parted ways. He knew he'd probably never see him again, after all, this wasn't the first wedding Spencer had attended. But he was glad he made a friend.
Spencer dropped his cup of apple juice as he listened to the conversation that some guy in a suit and his parents were having. What did they just say?
"What did you just say?" his mother repeated Spencer's thoughts.
"Your distant cousin, Baruch Cohen, otherwise known as, 'Billy Joe Cobra', has passed away. We're very sorry," the man said as he eyed his parents, holding a suitcase.
"Do they know what happened? He was only 22," his father said as he pat his mother's back. She wasn't crying. She seemed a bit confused, really. Spencer pulled the blue pendant out of his shirt and held it in his hands. Spencer couldn't believe he was dead. It had been eight years since he had last, and first, seen Billy, but he still regretted never being able to be friends with him. Wait, he missed the explanation to what happened.
"Well, not that I don't appreciate the heads up, but why exactly are you informing us?" his mother said, sitting on the couch. His father gestured for the man to sit in the adjacent chair in the living room as he sat next to his mom. Spencer stayed behind the kitchen exit, listening in.
"Well, we did some research and it turns out all of his other family members are either unwilling to live in his extravagant home or not related well enough." The suited man pulled a stack of papers from his briefcase and continued. " So, since he didn't leave a will, you're the only recipient available to take his estate as your own," the man said, pulling out a pen. Spencer didn't really care to hear the rest. He knew his mother was going to say yes to staying in the home of the famous Billy Joe Cobra, so he'd left for his room. He pulled off the pendant and sat it down on his dresser and looked around his room. That was the end of this home for the young Spencer Wright.
Spencer sat quietly in the car as it pulled into the large driveway of an overdone mansion. It looked super cool, and he knew he could probably get a lot of sweet movies made there. He decided that maybe moving to this city wasn't such a terrible idea.
He pulled his bags out of the car and shoved his way through his parents and his sister to claim his room. He wanted the biggest one of all with the coolest bed and the nicest view. He opened the front door taking in the extravagant modern look of the mansion and walked slowly up the stairs, careful to note all the art and the views. A man mentioned taking everything out for them but his mother said otherwise, and Spencer was grateful for that. It was a very lovely home.
Spencer opened the first bedroom door he could find. It was big but it wasn't his style. He proceeded down the halls, noting the other artworks and photos. Billy's pictures were mostly on the walls and Spencer laughed. If there was anything Spencer remembered about the time they met, it was that Billy was proud of himself. That's why he made a blue pendant shaped like his own head. Speaking of which, Spencer felt in his pocket for the pendant. Still there. He hadn't put it back on since the day he found out about the death of the famous Billy Joe Cobra. He kept walking down the halls and eventually came to his ideal room. He sat all of his stuff down and sat on the edge of the bed. He hoped his parents would bring in his racecar bed that he had left back home, but he wasn't going to hold his breath. It was such a nice room regardless. He pulled out the pendants and turned to face the over sized window. He sighed as he recalled the day the raven haired boy had given it to him. It was somewhat blurred because he was so young, but he could never forget the kindness Billy had shown him.
He put the pendant around his neck and sighed, closing his eyes. The house reminded Spencer of Billy. He kept picturing his face as he thought of the art and photographs as he journeyed to his room. Actually, it reminded him a lot of the pop star. In fact, it was as if he could hear his voice right now it reminded him so much of Billy. Wait, he was hearing his voice. What?
"..of all the weird things that has happened at this place, a bunch of people I haven't seen in years have to move into it? They can't even see me, why am I here? Ugh I feel like I'm gonna be stuck here with a bunch of blind and deaf distant relatives!" a complaining voice was heard behind Spencer. He stayed perfectly still, almost disbelieving what he had just heard. No, there was no doubt he heard something, but it was not Billy Joe Cobra, no way! "Helloooo~? Is anyone ho~ome? Yeah, apparently there is! In my home!" Billy called again, whipping his head around in front of Spencer. His transparent, blue body floated in front of the boy and he covered his mouth in shock. Spencer's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the ghost, the actually real ghost of Billy Joe Cobra. Spencer fell back off the bed and hit his head on the floor with a loud thud.
"Ow!" he called out. He winced as he rubbed the spot he had hit and opened his eyes hoping the ghost wasn't there anymore. To his dismay, it was, and it was just as confused as himself. "...Billy?" the young boy called out in disbelief.
AN: So here's the end! This is just how I imagined they met. And you can guess the rest. Of course, Billy lightens up at the fact someone can see him hahah. Billy's actually kind of adorable? So there's that. Thank you for reading this far! Get ready for the smutty goodness next chapter! R&R please!