Briskly, Spencer Wright strode down the sunny streets of Beverly Heights, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds at the tall ghost hovering over his shoulder. The living boy's expression was one of irritation.
"Knock it off, Billy..!" he groused as the translucent blue party blew an icy chill down his neck, the dozenth or so method of getting his attention Billy had employed thus far, "I don't have time to mess around right now. I've got to review this footage." In his hand was a video camera, the side panel open and playing back the scenes he'd captured for his latest independent film project. He'd rather catch it sooner than later if he had to reshoot something. In his other hand was an ice cream cone. A reward for a job well done.
Behind him, Billy Joe Cobra, expired pop rock star, groaned, letting his arms extend to sag heavily over Spencer's shoulders, drooping all the way down to hang by the other's navel. "Bro-bot, I've let you ignore me all day. The Cobra needs attention to thrive!" Insistently, his cheek smooshed against the back of Spencer's head. Slyly, he peeked from under one eyelid and turned his own head a slight degree to take an unashamed sniff of Spencer's hair. "Especially from his main squeeeeze~?" His arms slipped to wrap several cozy cartoonish loops around Spencer's body.
Spencer grunted, face unimpressed at this display. This was bare minimum wheedling from the other. "More like your only squeeze. Who else are you going to go to, ghost breath?" Aside from him, who lived with Billy, and two friends, nobody even knew Billy was there, at least without being terrified of him or wanting to capture him.
Self-consciously, Billy checked his icy breath against his palm. Finding no issue and displeased to have no reaction, Billy retracted himself and put his wrists on his hips in haughty confidence. "I dunno, but I'm sure somebody else would appreciate a keepsake from the greatest musical genius of all time. Maybe I'll go find them and let them not neglect me." Swooping closer, he made a pinch for the collar of Spencer's shirt, down which rested a necklace fashioned from an old guitar pick of Billy's, and which was worn at all times to allow Spencer to see him.
"Hey!" Annoyed at this probable bluff, Spencer tugged himself away, careful not to drop the things he was carrying but shooting Billy an huffy expression. "I am not neglecting you! It's called work, Billy! I told you, I just don't have time to mess around right now..!"
Quirking a brow in doubt, Billy pointed in accusation towards the frozen treat in the younger man's hand. "But you have time for ice cream, right? Didn't even offer me any..."
Admittedly caught there, Spencer gave a guilty glance at it. "Okay, one, it's not my fault you ate yours all in one bite. Two, I deserve it! I got a lot done today! And three, it doesn't mean I still don't need to go over my shots."
"Don't I deserve something too, then?" Billy picked out of the other's reasoning, "I've been good all day! It's been rough work! Just a little sugar..? Your camera's still gonna be there whenever, bro. Love me!" Desperately, he stretched his whole torso this time, coiling back around Spencer and pressing their cheeks together as he hugged him.
Spencer sighed, his heart going out to the spastic puppy of a ghost at least a little. He had managed not to cause any major disasters today. "I'm sorry, Billy," he held fast, though, "But my life can't always revolve around you. You're going to have to wait just a bit longer. Why don't you try to find something to occupy yourself with? Then when we get home and I've uploaded my footage, you can have all of my attention. It'll be yours before you know it."
Not liking the sound of this to start with, and forming a sour face to show it, Billy then found himself struck by inspiration. Modestly, he took himself away and held his hands behind his back, hovering behind Spencer and rubbing his chin while taking a scrutinizing glance towards Spencer's rear. It could be his before he knew it. It could be his time right now. They were in public. No one could see him but Spencer. Who would even know? Spencer would be the only indicator, and he wouldn't be able to stop Billy without looking like a nutcase or dropping his precious camera.
Billy's face formed a devious smirk now. How had he never thought of this before? The thrill of public naughtiness? The chance to simultaneously embarrass and pleasure Spencer? It sounded like such a fun game.
"Fine," he granted, seeing Spencer blink at how easily he complied, "I will."
With a mildly wary side-eye at this fast agreement, Spencer turned away and put his eyes back on his camera display. "Great."
Not a few seconds later, with a coy smile, right as Spencer tried to take a slurp off his ice cream cone, Billy's arm came forward, hand enlarging as he took an innocent, solid grab of Spencer's rear.
Sharply, Spencer tensed and whirled around. "Billy!" His extra volume drew the attention of a dumpy older man walking in the opposite direction, and Spencer immediately shrank registering how insane he must have looked scolding air. Chuckling awkwardly, he corrected like he'd intended to talk to the man the whole time, "Can you Bill-ieve how great the weather's been lately..? Great stuff..!"
The man rolled his eyes and carried on his way. Spencer glared at Billy.
Billy shrugged. "What? I'm occupying myself. You do your thing, I'll do mine~..." Hovering closer, his hand stayed reached around Spencer's back to knead at his behind some more.
Blushing, Spencer grit his teeth through it and groaned irritably. Eyes flicking about, he knew nobody could see what Billy was doing, but it was the principle..! They were in public! Of course Billy wouldn't have any reservations, but Spencer was more reasonably modest. No doubt Billy was aware and was using this as a way to punish him for 'ignoring' him while he worked.
Realizing it must be petty vengeance, Spencer let his brow furrow further and decided he couldn't let Billy win. Indulging him only ever made things escalate. "Fine," he returned, getting a mirroring surprised blink at how quickly he'd agreed. "Doing our own things." Back straight, Spencer turned away and pointedly ignored the hot flutters in his gut, walking forward as though nothing was happening. If Billy wanted to teach him a so-called lesson, then he would beat Billy and teach his impossible ghostly boyfriend a lesson of his own: patience.
Expecting slightly more fun a reaction, Billy was almost mildly frustrated, until realizing Spencer had basically just said he was allowed to continue 'occupying himself' by playing with Spencer's body. In public. Quickly, Billy's face morphed into an even more impish beam and he swooped to catch up. He wasn't going to let Spencer ignore him. Spencer wanted this to be a game of wills? He would happily play hardball.
This time, instead of blowing on Spencer's neck, Billy put his lips on the nape of it, suckling and drawing his own torso flush against the brunette's back. He grabbed the living party's upper arms, dragging his hands up sensually as he let his lips wander, tongue sliding hungrily over the exposed crook revealed by Spencer's low-cut collar.
Spencer felt electric tingles shoot up his spine when Billy did choose to blow again, raw nerves amplifying the sensation of air on the suckled flesh. His skin prickled and he felt his blush deepen as he let out a hard breath through his nose, but he remained steadfast. No. He wasn't falling for it. He wasn't giving in. Billy would get bored with his game and eventually realize he needed to be mature. Eventually.
Billy's lips continued to wander, around to the other side of Spencer's neck and upward towards his jaw and around behind his ear. One eye peeked to watch for more foot traffic, waiting until a small cluster of tourists was on their way past before reaching to hold the side of Spencer's face and going for his lips. His eye now watched for the filmmaking teen's reactions.
Said teen's own eyes flicked self-consciously towards the other people as he felt Billy tangling around him and smothering him in affection, but of course they couldn't see what was happening. It didn't stop Spencer from feeling a natural spike of guilt, shame, social taboo. But at the same time, he couldn't help but enjoy the love he was being showered with. He felt Billy's tongue slip between his lightly-parted lips he hadn't even realized had fallen open, and all at once realized his steps had slowed heavily. He was walking like a red-faced zombie, and more than one person in the passing group had tossed him a curious glance.
All at once, the younger man straightened his back and brisked his pace. No! How could he already slip so easily? Even if Billy was a great kisser, he couldn't get sucked in by just a few roused nerves! This was not the place for that! Billy was trying to distract him.
Pointedly, Spencer shook his head free and looked down at his camera again. He decided to clear his lips of Billy's flavor by taking another mouthful of ice cream.
Undeterred, Billy had a mere second to pout as he was shaken off before coming back to rest his chin on top of Spencer's head. His hands didn't stop their wandering. With a demure smile, Billy let them trail up Spencer's spine, around his hips, brush over his chest, and even his thighs. Unfortunately, Spencer seemed to be keeping his head on straight now, passing a worrisome glance at every passerby to remind himself where he was, and fighting to keep his blush under control as Billy assaulted his nerves.
Spencer was starting to feel confident as he strolled. Even when Billy nibbled at his ear, he didn't flinch again. In fact, keeping his composure as he passed so many people, he gained assurance that he could pass as perfectly normal to anyone around him. Maybe a little flushed, but nobody was the wiser. They really didn't suspect what was being done to him right before their eyes. In that case, all Billy was doing was giving him some free sugar while they headed home. In a way, he was doing Spencer a service. It did feel nice, after all. Dare he say, it might even have been a hint of a fun little secret. This still wasn't the ideal setting to get into heavy petting, but he was sure he could win this willful battle.
As the living party adjusted to Billy's torment, Billy did become discouraged to a degree. He was turning Spencer on, but it wasn't enough to give him a real struggle. He needed to up the ante.
Turning his head to scout around for ideas, he saw the bus stop Spencer was heading towards. A small line of people were already waiting there, and coming down the sidewalk with a fresh shopping bag over her daintily- poised wrist was Lolo Calorie, the snobbiest girl Spencer knew. Billy was inspired. He needed to force an interaction.
As Spencer, minding his own business, stepped to join the row of people lined up for the bus, right next to another girl from school, Billy coiled himself even further around Spencer, using his arms to ensnare and pull the other's arms out sideways and bent at ninety degrees.
"Huh..?" Spencer's brow rose as he watched his arms tugged, worried first that Billy was trying to make him drop his camera. It would not be cool to force him to take his eyes away from it like that. But thankfully, his arms were in position to hold both the camera and his unfinished ice cream aloft.
Gaze torn from the tiny screen he'd been watching, however, he noticed that he was now standing next to Dorine, a popular girl he recognized who was checking her watch. Before he could even feel embarrassed to register what Billy was doing to him in front of someone he kind of sort of knew, he felt Billy's legs stretching to entwine around his knees.
"Woah..!" he now stunned lightly as his joints were pulled out sideways, splaying his legs widely and awkwardly. Spencer's eyes widened as he now saw Billy was trying to make a fool of him, forcing him to look weird in front of others. That wasn't cool either!
Once more before he could protest, however, he noticed Lolo passing behind the line at the bus stop. In tensing as he saw her, just knowing she was the type to make snide remarks about anything out of the ordinary, he failed to notice Billy rubbing into him from behind and resting his chin on his shoulder. He then tensed extra hard as his eyes inflated, a jolt of pleasure shooting up his torso from between his legs.
Billy had let his tongue stretch now, and it snaked all the way down into Spencer's pants.
Spencer felt his face boil with blush in an instant. No way. No way was Billy going there! He gawped at the tongue dipped undeniably past his waistline, felt it coil even further around his member and drag playfully forward along his undercarriage as it moved for his hindquarters.
"Haa-aah..!" Spencer let out a feeble, high-pitched warble of panic. He was in shock, disbelief, humiliation. This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening..!
Then he heard it.
"Hey, Dorine~..!"
"Hey, Lolo."
"Uck. What's wrong with you..."
After greeting her friend in passing, Lolo had easily picked out the awkwardly-posed, incredibly red boy standing next to her. And indeed, she had to comment.
Spencer wished he could have been as invisible as Billy right then. He was mortified. He didn't like speaking to Lolo on a good day. How was he supposed to deal with her like this?
"Nothing!" he squeaked in the tiniest, tensest voice as the tip of Billy's tongue performed an intentionally ill-timed prod of his back entrance.
Dorine had noticed Spencer and looked away in a hurry, taking one step sideways away from him and checking her watch again in hopes that the bus would get here quickly.
Lolo scoffed, rolling her eyes and swishing her perfect blonde ponytail. "There's always something wrong with you, Stephen Stinksberg. It's like a birth defect or something. Is that what this is? You're filming some new thing about failed film director destined to end up some lonely creep freaking people out at bus stops? I didn't realize you were so ahead of the game when it came to autobiographies..!"
Normally it would have been no trouble to bite back, shut Lolo down, or at least offend her to the point of leaving him alone, but right now it was all Spencer could do to contain his voice as he wriggled weakly, trying to subtly free himself from Billy's grasp, but to no avail. He let out another shaky, high-pitched breath as he felt Billy's tongue swirling inside his pants and smothering literally all over his nether regions. And worse, he could feel himself getting hard.
"Sure, Lolo!" he squeaked again, hoping to just get the bratty girl to leave as immediately as possible, "Whatever you say!" Other people in line had taken a glance or two his way by now, and he would prefer being ignored entirely at the moment. Angrily, he tried to glare at Billy. Look at him there, so smug, so shameless. He knew exactly what he was doing, and getting a kick out of putting his boyfriend in a helpless embarrassing situation. "Don't let my weirdness...interrupt your shopping...or whatever!"
Interpreting the glare as for her, Lolo turned from the direction she'd been headed and put her hands on her hips, also interpreting those words as a sarcastic comeback. Then she smirked and pulled out her phone. "Oh, well, if I'm right, you won't mind letting me give you a hand with some publicity, right? It's no trouble. I can show everyone a preview of the performance~!"
Eyes widening again, Spencer stared at that phone. Lolo had no idea what she was capturing as she hit record. Just the idea of having Billy doing this - and Billy hadn't even slightly made an effort to stop - on camera was incredibly filthy. Spencer felt a hot surge in his gut, and it wasn't even all bad. That startled him a little.
His efforts of escape doubled and took an incredibly strained step back, breaking himself free of Billy's coil around his leg. Heavily, he stepped back to lean against the brick wall of the gated property behind him. He would have run, but his legs were weak. Hurriedly, he insisted to everyone turning to pay attention to him, "No, no, it's not a performance...I'm just...hot! Yeah, I've been working all day on a movie, and it's a hot day, so I'm...hot!"
He would have fanned himself to accentuate the point if his hands weren't full. Instead he pointedly lifted his ice cream and took a showy mouthful of it. He then gasped and hunched as Billy swooped right back up to him and put his lips on his crotch, pushing his knees to splay with his hands. He used his ghostly powers here to phase right through the cloth, his lips pressing Spencer's shaft to keep it from poking out and revealing his erection, but also cruelly persisting to slather it in desirous attention.
Spencer stared, feeling a million pinpricks of pleasure sparkle their way up his whole body and saturate his face in color. His crotch was once again splayed to the world. Right there...in front of everyone...Billy was seriously...
Lost in the overwhelming insistence of the rapturous attention on his member, he found himself dazing into space and slumping down against that wall with a heated breath, humming into that ice cream, head buzzing between the bliss and the awareness that everyone was looking at him in such a state.
And they didn't know. Not a single set of eyes here could see the ghost bobbing his head between Spencer's legs and sending him that impish, flirtatious expression. Spencer wanted to kill Billy all over again for doing this, but at the same time...why did he have to be embarrassed? He was letting Billy win by being embarrassed. He was in charge of what people saw. Deep down somewhere, the fact that nobody knew was...almost thrilling. It was like a perfect secret. And Billy must have known he could enjoy this. He wouldn't ruin Spencer's life on purpose. Maybe it was just the lust talking, but Spencer was starting to think this was...hot. And not because of the weather.
Looking back at Lolo's phone lens with heavy eyelids, Spencer gave a breezy smile. Another wave of tingles passed over his skin as he thought about what would only show up as invisible even with a keepsake from the ghost being captured. Below his waistline, he felt Billy's finger passing through his jeans and taking its turn prodding a gentle massage at his entrance. It didn't take a genius to see where that was going. Spencer felt his cheeks experience another rush of warmth.
"Actually..." he informed Lolo in a still-strained but more collected voice, "Film away. In fact, can you send it to me, too?"
That got Lolo to scrunch her face in distaste. "Uck. What's the point in filming you acting like a total loser if you want it? It's only worth it if you're utterly humiliated." With a scoff, she snapped her phone shut and turned away. "Whatever. Enjoy your heat stroke or whatever you're calling it..." And in a huff she continued her way down the sidewalk. "Dorine, I suppose if you want I could call a limo for you so you don't catch Spencer's freakishness."
Passing Spencer another wary expression as he contained a minute whimper and winced into his ice cream, the girl Spencer had been standing by perked to hear her selfish friend offer to give her a ride. Just finding that rarity more worth it than wondering if Spencer needed help, she trotted off eagerly after Lolo as she departed.
Well, that was two people out of the picture. Although now it almost seemed like a loss. Almost. There was still a sidewalk full of people very aware that he was here, even if their attention started to drift once Lolo was gone. Spencer could still feel his gut erupting with nervous, giddy fireworks as Billy's newly-inserted finger crooked against his insides and slowly, slowly dragged itself back and forth. He still had to not make a scene.
The brunette's eyes passed for his own camera, now resting by his side after he'd slid to sit. Lolo's lens might have been a loss, but his was sitting in the perfect position for a low-angled perspective shot...he was normally one to prefer being the man behind the camera, but something about this scenario was...different...
Only hesitating for a moment, Spencer discreetly turned his camera back on Record. God, living with Billy really must have corrupted him. He was starting to be just as brazen.
Like reading his mind, Billy replaced his lips with his palm to keep Spencer's stiffness hidden and quipped, "What's this, Bromeo~? You're getting that into this~? Auh. I'm so proud. You're just a chip off the old Cobra block..!" Feigning tears, he choked up and grew an extra arm to fan himself. Then he put that third arm on his hip in a fist and smirked, "I guess that means you do want to mess around after all, huh~?"
Spencer wanted to snap back, insist that that he'd never said he didn't, that he'd just asked for patience and that this was unfair even if he'd thought he could outlast Billy's antics, that Billy was going too far, but no doubt anyone would hear what he said when they were keeping him in their peripherals. All he could do was blush harder at the accusations and hunch his shoulders weakly. He bit his lips as a steamy breath escaped and his eyes crushed shut thanks to Billy's finger inflating. In a lot of ways, it paid to have a boyfriend who could morph his anatomy at will.
Billy's cheek came in close to press its pleasantly cool temperature against Spencer's burning one. His new arm came forward to grab Spencer's wrist and push it back against the wall to prevent him from trying to push Billy off, also giving them more of a video angle perspective from Spencer's head height. "Come ooooon~," the dead party wheedled, "Work can wait, right? You want to give me undivided attention? You want to finish~..?"
Oh, those words nestled inside Spencer's gut in the most humiliating, frustrating, filthy way. He felt a flutter as his arm was restrained again and his head tipped back to join it against the wall. Billy literally had him pinned here, and as much as he wished he didn't, he loved it. And he had to admit Billy was right. Feebly, he opened his eyes to meet the other's coyly flirtatious ones and nodded.
Billy chuckled in knowing victory. "Right on~." Then, growing a fourth arm, he reached for his own pants and expertly undid them to reveal himself to Spencer. He was just as hard, and the tip of his manhood shined with a light drizzle of clear liquid already. "You wanna get even more dangerous to get there~..?"
Automatically Spencer's eyes flicked with panic towards his surroundings, but of course nobody could tell Billy had just exposed himself. Relaxing to be reminded of this, Spencer was still just a bit naturally hesitant as he stared at what was now being offered. That really was more dangerous. That would be incredibly difficult to mask a reaction to. But he'd done it this far. He hadn't made any sound too far out of the ordinary. And right now, so needy and bothered, he felt the urge.
"I promise not to get a stain anywhere," Billy raised his newest hand to declare in oath, "No one's gonna see anything." Honestly, he just kind of ended up being more into this than even he'd expected, and had no problem rolling with it. Spencer was just so cute all flustered like this. As ever, he couldn't control himself.
Hearing this promise, Spencer felt himself being swayed. Right. No one would know. Billy would make sure of that. He would make sure of that. Hardly believing how much he desired to let this game go to such extremes, he found himself nodding again in wanton permission.
Billy's grin was a wide one. "Right on times two," he approved with a trigger finger Spencer's way before spitting into that palm. As he sent that hand to properly wet his shaft, the finger inside Spencer ensured he was nice and receptive enough to take him. Spencer's eyes had to shut again as he wriggled minutely in anticipation, head overflowing with thoughts about how wrong and insane letting Billy play with him like this in public was, and yet dizzyingly conflicted by how much he was enjoying it.
He felt his ice cream melting over his hand by this point and hastened to avoid a mess and suspicion by polishing it off, only to find Billy's face in front of his. The invisible man took the opportunity of Spencer's tongue being out to put his own mouth over the other's and slip him another French kiss...and steal his frozen treat.
Spencer's brow went up as Billy's tongue retracted, taking the cone with it and sending it disappearing down Billy's throat much like his own had as soon as Spencer bought it for him. Normally Spencer would be annoyed, and he still was, but he was unable to properly express it. Of course even now, Billy was taking the opportunity to steal food.
"Mm, Spencilicious~," Billy quipped again, "My favorite." His tongue now slipped to lap up the remains on the shorter party's hand. Seeing the hint of irritation, he smiled and gave a breezy shrug. "What? I said I wouldn't get a stain on anything. That includes ice cream stains~." Casually, he put one of Spencer's fingers in his mouth and gave a cheeky wink.
Spencer felt another rush of tingles and had to groan quietly in a mix of frustration and relent that that twist of logic was charming as an excuse to kiss and lick him. Billy's taste was now a freshened echo in his own mouth as well, and it was hardly unwelcome.
Sure both he and Spencer were prepared for the final level in this game of theirs, Billy took his finger from the hole it had been loosening and floated himself around behind the younger man, hardly stopped by silly things like solid concrete and brick. His four arms each picked a place to wander as his ankles hooked around Spencer's, and he slowly let his member sink through the fabric of Spencer's jeans and into the soft ring of muscle they hid.
The most strained yet, Spencer felt his eyes rolling back in his head as he did all he could not to vocalize the raw sensation of Billy's manhood sliding to fill him. Four palms slid over his arms, his torso, his scalp, only adding to the torrid buzz of affection ensconcing him in this moment.
"Nothing too hard, brodeo," Billy sent another promise ghosting into his ear, "Maybe I'll up the ante again next time, but I want you to learn to love this now. Gotta build up that strength~." He couldn't risk Spencer failing. He didn't want to ruin his boyfriend's good time. He should help him enjoy himself when it was only the first time doing something risky. And if he played his cards right, he could get to pleasure or outright have sex with Spencer literally whenever the whim struck, no matter where they were.
The assurance was comforting that Billy wouldn't push him to any brinks in trying to contain himself, but then it struck that he'd just said "next time". And implied he wanted Spencer to get good at holding in arousal so he could keep doing this sort of thing. "Wha-!"
"Ahhh, sh-sh-sh-shhhhh~..!" Billy warned, waggling one of his multiple index fingers. "Let's discuss it when you're a little more free. We'll do lunch." Before Spencer could dwell on the idea too much, he shifted to elongate his torso and curl around the other's own so he could reach his crotch again with his lips. He wasted no time putting those around Spencer's shaft once more as he began to slowly move his own hips. From the sound of it as Spencer gushed a quickly stifled burst of air, he'd been effectively distracted.
It might not have looked the most traditionally appealing, but god, it sure felt spectacular to have a ghost warping himself all over you with passion. Billy certainly never wasted an opportunity to use his ghostly powers, and for that Spencer had to be grateful when it came to intercourse. Honestly, he was quite sure regular sex could never measure up. He was lucky to have ended up falling for the ghost in his own house. How sex worked for Billy had been a natural curiosity, and the pop rock star was never shy about sharing his ideas hands-on. He was all-too happy to end up with a boyfriend he could try them on after his death.
Right now, Spencer's gaze wandered around his own body, watching practically every inch of Billy swarming him with love. This was just for him. Those cool palms massaging his chest, side, arm, and thigh. That press of Billy's stretched belly against his back and the gentle caress of his lips and tongue dragging his member over and over. And Billy's own member, driving into him repeatedly in matched rhythm, slow and caring and pointed in its goal as Billy's hips stirred, driving the tip of himself into the spot he knew Spencer liked best.
Under this assault, it was almost like nothing existed past Spencer's nerves, all dancing as if they were on fire. Normally, this would be when he was free to call out, express to Billy what he wanted or how much he loved him, but this was so much different. He was sitting spread-eagled on a public sidewalk, waiting for a bus, maintaining the appearance of a fatigued, sweaty filmmaker. Auh, the desire to call out was fierce and bottled tightly against Spencer's ribs. Each motion upward from Billy's manhood sent a fresh surge of electricity through him, and his breath needed to be forced to stay even as each intake of air became deeper and heavier.
The pace was so tender it was maddening, only aiding the steady build of pressure inside Spencer. It was better than if Billy had been pounding into him, for there would have been no way to contain himself in that case, but this gentle, even drive was its own kind of tantalizing head-spinning.
Subtly, sparing a self-conscious flick of his eyes towards his camera, Spencer tipped his knees outward a minute degree, desperately asking for any form of more Billy could give him. Then he watched the passersby and the backs of the others at the bus stop as he steeled himself for anything Billy might respond with. He still very much did not want to alert anyone to his true condition.
Billy smirked around the mouthful of Spencer he had, so happy to see the brunette giving himself up to this game and Billy in general. It stroked the ghostly man's ego that his advances were so irresistible, just like he knew they should be. And normally the one thing he felt was perfect for the job as it was was his rod, but at the moment, it was the easiest way to give Spencer what he was asking for to change it. So, feeling Spencer deserved the special occasion, he simply gave his member the same treatment as his finger, pushing forward and letting it enlarge, sinking even further into Spencer's depths.
This wasn't what Spencer had been expecting, knowing that Billy could get...defensive...about that one part of himself, and it wasn't like he had complaints about Billy's default, but now he felt his skin prickle as he trembled and let out a feeble warble he could not keep contained. Sharply he slapped his free hand over his mouth as his eyes tracked an elderly woman giving him the side-eye as she meandered past.
Bashfully, he hunched, and as she passed he let his eyes slide closed and his head lean against the wall once more as he sighed deeply, feeling his face wash with relief and heat in a swirl of emotions. This was so stupid. So risky. But god, so thrilling. His heightened senses and over-awareness made it all feel so...good!
This was definitely the lust talking by now, but screw it. Spencer wanted to finish this.
Barely able to keep his eyelids open enough to gauge his surroundings, he took labored breaths through his fingers and put all of his focus into how good Billy was making him feel. The never-resting slide of Billy's shaft against his walls. The omnipresent swarm of four palms exploring every pleasurable spot he had. The just as restless motion of Billy's lips around his own shaft, aided by that dextrously flaunted tongue.
The bus could be seen approaching in the distance now. Of all the days for it to be on time. Spencer felt his ribs tighten as he struggled to keep down the burst of elation rocking his body as Billy took note and did choose to speed the pace of his hips. Not incredibly, but still enough to make Spencer see stars.
Overwhelmed, under pressure, it was all too much. "Hn...hnn...mmhh...haaauuummm..!" Within the minute, Spencer felt a sharp zing in his lower belly that shot downward straight between his legs and engulfed his manhood. He did everything he could to keep his voice to himself, but a short series of panted whimpers followed by that ultimately strained groan managed to slip past his reservations. He felt his seed spilling freely as he continued to pant and struggle to keep himself cool, heard Billy hum and felt another tell-tale splash inside himself warming his inner walls, and the concern rang naturally in the back of his head that surely someone was going to notice how much cum was now leaking inside his pants.
However, Billy seemed to be staying true to his word and kept his lips in place to catch every speck of Spencer's generous payload, sucking the last of it out of Spencer's member head like a lollipop as the younger man softened. Then, no longer needing to hide Spencer's erection as it shrank, the translucent party slipped himself from inside the other and quickly swooped himself to hover in front of him, reverting his features as he did and using both of his now two hands to grab Spencer's knees, making the teen call out a short 'woah' of stun as he was tugged to lay flat with his undercarriage even more exposed.
His spine experienced one last shudder of electricity as Billy put his face between his legs one final time, tongue phasing through his jeans and rudely invading his loosened hole for a fast few in-and-outs against those tunnel walls, ensuring they were clear of anything that could potentially leak.
Spencer felt a weak stir from his spent member at how completely filthy that was. Billy was truly a man with no reservations. But hey, at least he kept his word. And luckily, they wouldn't have to worry about any effects from leftovers like with most ghostly excretions. The only thing ghost cum did was feel really good.
As the bus rolled to a stop, one beefy guy waiting in line looked over his shoulder at Spencer's last short exclamation. Blinking to see the strange boy now on his back, he questioned, "Uh...you okay there, bub?"
Passengers beginning to board, Spencer's head shot up to face the man. "Yes!" he insisted, entirely red-faced. "Just kinda...fell over getting up! I think my butt fell asleep while sitting here waiting, haha." Spur of the moment, he performed an awkward sort of springboard upright. "Woooo! Bus..!" His arms shot overhead in forced enthusiasm.
He also experienced an extreme wave of light-headedness and Jelly Legs. Wobbling incredibly, he realized he probably should have expected this, but used all of his willpower to step forward. His steps were long, wide, and highly awkward, but he managed to get himself through the bus doors. At least his gait was in line with his lower half falling asleep story.
Indeed, the beefy man watched Spencer pass him and only had another blink before shrugging. "Ehn. Checks out." But then he muttered 'weirdo' to himself as he boarded the bus as well and took a seat far away from the one Spencer was collapsing into.
Flopped into a sprawl in the closest seat he could find, luckily being given a berth by everyone having witnessed his little episode, Spencer took a deep cleansing breath as it dawned on him what had just happened to him. What he'd gotten away with.
Turning to look at Billy, who had naturally followed and now reclined smugly in the air above him, Spencer gave him a flat, stony expression. "I cannot believe I let you talk me into that," he muttered, "You are so getting strangled when we get home...and then, I am screwing the heck out of you."
Having expected some sort of belated retaliation from the more level-headed of the two of them, Billy just kept smiling, but his brow quirked when he heard that last part. Shifting positions, he swooped to a more attentive pose. "Ooo, kinky~..." he said keenly, "Did I just unlock a new Spence Mode? Sexually Aggressive When Tormented~..?"
Silently, Spencer just kept staring with an even expression, before giving a tiny grunt and opening his camera's side panel again.
Grinning slyly, Billy came to hover a recline in the air around Spencer's shoulders now. "Oh yeah. I'm looking forward to playing with this you." Letting his gaze trail to the small screen Spencer was watching, he noticed it was the footage captured from just a few minutes ago. With interest, he perked to watch Spencer fidget, giving tiny squirms and breathing thickly behind that small row of people, others wandering past from either direction now and again. Indeed, the space surrounding Spencer housed nothing, completely empty air surrounding him as he appeared to just be weirdly uncomfortable as he sat casually splayed.
Beaming more casually, Billy slid his eyes back to Spencer. "Reliving it already~?" he chided, "I'll take that as a sign of a job well done. You're welcome~."
"I'm working," Spencer reminded matter-of-factly, "I told you I have to review my footage from today. And well, as a performer, I really ought to review my performance. It'll help me prepare for my next role."
Billy's face fell in surprise there. Hold on. Did Spencer just agree to..?
Readily, the invisible man's face melted back into a casual beam. He patted Spencer's head in approval. "Wise man, Spence. Very wise man." Perking, he pointed to the tiny screen. "Oo! Look! Even when you can't see me, you can totally tell what I'm doing! Well, not anybody, but I totally tweaked your nip just then! You always have the cutest little twitch when that happens..!"
He moved to clasp his hands by his cheek and now gazed at the screen with enlarged puppy eyes full of adoration.
Spencer blushed just as much as before hearing Billy gush over him. "Don't make me strangle you early..." he groused in warning.
"What if that's what I'm going for~?" Billy challenged.
Spencer rolled his eyes. What weird new chapter in their relationship had he let open up here?