GhostXToast one shots

Yes, master

Ghost was sprawled out on his bed. His eyes closed as he thought.

Toast, on the other hand, was folding the washing and placing them in Ghosts chest of draws.

"I don't get it Sir. Are you really that lazy?"

"Yeah." Ghost sighed. "Hey, Johnny?"

"Hm?"

"Why do you call me Sir?"

"Because it's polite. And I respect you. Mainly manners and stuff like that. Why do you ask?"

"Well, you call Spooker and Colon by their names, and everyone else, but it changes with me-ans I'm like, two years younger than you. I mean, I know you're British and all.." He silently got up and walked over so he was close to Toasts back.

"I think that's just me. I mean, I was raised to be a gentleman. You know, being a disowned Prince." Toast said, unaware of how close Ghost was.

"And plus, I do the washing up for you, cooking and laundry. I may as well be your butler, Sir." Toast continued, finishing with a small laugh.

"Well, are you suggesting that I am your master then?" Ghost whispered in his ear.

"Wha-" Toast spun round, shivering and blushing. "No, you're not my master, Sir. You're my friend."

"But you call me Sir." He leaned up to him. "Face it, I am your master."

"You're my boss." He pointed out.

"Fine, your boss. But you still do as I say, right?"

"Where is this going, Sir?" He asked, blushing madly and an eyebrow slightly raised.

"Hm." Ghost looked at him.

****

"S-sir."

"Sh."

"But Sir, t-this isn't a good idea." He complained. "And the blindfold is on too tight." 

"Shush, Johnny, that's why I have you tied to the chair."

"But I still need to finish ironing."

"That can wait, now hold still."

Toast squirmed in the seat.

"Sir, what are you-?!" He felt something press to his lips. It didn't take him long to realize it was Ghosts lips. He sat in shock for a bit, until Ghost pulled away. Ghost giggled.

That shut him up.

"There." He smirked at his blind folded partner.

"Mind letting me go now, Sir?"

"Why don't you look in the mirror."

Ghost untied him and laughed at his reaction.

"I did your make up, Johnny." Ghost laughed at him.

The young British man stared at himself in the mirror. He had bright red lipstick and purple mixed with blue eyeshadow.

"...." he stared at Ghost.

"I had a younger sister and she loved make up. I found it yesterday and I wanted to know if it suits you." Ghost giggled.

Toast frowned at him. "Uhm, thanks?"

"Haha! Now go wash it off my butler. Then maybe after I'll reward you with a kiss for all the work you did with the washing." He pointed at the clothes and ironing.

Toast smirked, grabbing him and pulling him closer. "Can I not kiss you now?"

"Not with a face like that." Ghost laughed.

"Well I thought I looked quite nice." Toast mumbled, grabbing a few wipes and sighing.

Yeah. Hi. That was my first one shot. This came to me when I was on the bus like
It would work well.

Anyway, as may of you be already aware, I am still ill.

And I do have another book of these called "You Never Know" and it will soon have a prequel. Well, I hope you enjoyed it.

Bye my bird people.

-Guargent