One-Shots I guess

This is a joke.

It was the afternoon. Spooker and Colon were out for the next few days starting only an hour or two in the past, and Ghost and Toast had the house to themselves.

At first, all they did was their normal home routines. Ghost, on the couch with a bag of regular potato chips, mindlessly watching whatever reality TV show he left on the night before. Toast, on the other hand, was in his room at his desk doing paperwork for the team. He was so stressed from all of it, the ridiculous complaints and mistakes he had to make up for, the cases he had to schedule and consider, and the phone calls he would have to make for them. He was tired of it.

Toast organized the unfinished papers, stood up, and stretched. He needed a way to relax...

He finished stretching and walked over to his bed. He thought, as he sat and fit himself against the wall comfortably, what could he do to relax? He sat considering it for far too long and then heard the TV out in the living room shut off. He wondered what Ghost was doing, and then his mind wandered, staying on the topic of Ghost.

Eventually, his mind wandered into a deep crevice that he usually tried to avoid. He had been staring off into space for nearly 7 whole minutes only, as he went deeper and deeper into bored, yet interested, thought about his best friend. He wasn't actually sure in the first place if Ghost was even his best friend when he got down to it...They did many things that made the line so blurred that when he referred to Ghost he would simply call him his partner and not be able to specify in what way.

Then he got thinking about Ghost's clothes. Always so loose and dark... He sometimes wondered what it was like to always wear such loose clothes constantly, as his clothes were always so tight and suffocating...then his mind wondered what Ghost would look like in tight clothes. The clothes would be hugging his small and weak, yet somehow still strong and bold figure....and even hugging tightly into not-so necessary places.

Then his mind really delved into the deepest place. The crevice he so carefully avoided for so long, but only by a hair on so many occasions. He began thinking about the unnecessary tight clothes against Ghosts more reserved parts, and he felt a stir within himself. He continued to dig into those thoughts, the stir getting worse and worse.

He decided he couldn't stop himself any longer and just unfiltered his own thoughts, and unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans. His member popped out almost comically, especially because of its unnatural length.

He grabbed at it almost desperately and started to move his hand up and down, imagining very dirty things including his own partner as he did so. When he got like this, it was like he was someone else, mostly because he didn't try to keep any control over himself, and especially because he would think of things that he tried to disconnect from himself otherwise.

He was so caught up in this though, that he didn't notice when his door creaked open and Ghost's horrified, yet interested, face was peaking in, on the verge of speaking.

"J-Johnny...?"

Toast took a few seconds too long to realize the voice he heard was not in his head and sounded extremely confused.

He looked over, horrified to all hell, at Ghost, quickly trying to cover his dick with his blanket, it still making a tent into the blanket.

"W-were you just...?" Ghost trailed off, staring at the blanket tent, his eyes widening and his own personal stir now. Toast's usually pale face was now red and horrified, staring at Ghost and wishing he didn't exist.

"...Can I...see that again...?" Ghost asked awkwardly and curiously, leaning inward and moving slowly into the room. Toast processed the question and nodded, not believing his reality. He slowly pulled the blanket off his center and Ghost got so close that Toast could feel his heat.

"Can I....uhm....suck...it?" Ghost's voice was so quiet and gentle, so out of character, and Toast loved it all too much. He nodded eagerly, seeing Ghost's own tent appear.

Ghost hesitantly wrapped his lips around the head and began, unsure of how to do it, but wanting to do it so badly. Whether he was doing it well or not, Toast was having the time of his life, it felt like a dream. He was trying not to moan though, because he felt like that may have been too far. Instead of any sounds of sex, it was only a lot of shuffling noises, along with the vague noises of Ghost moving around on Toast's dick with his mouth.

This went on for a good amount of time. Not long enough to finish though.

Inside of Ghost's mind, Jimmy was bored. He wanted to do something in the mind, but there was nothing because of Ghost's limited mind home. He decided to just pop out instead without looking beforehand and came out with a long cock in his mouth. He screamed, and almost gagged at the same time.

And then, out of instinct, he bit down. Hard.

Toast, who didn't understand the scream, had tried to ignore it, but couldn't ignore the pain coming from his most sensitive piece. He yelled out, and then knee'd Jimmy right in his stomach.

Jimmy, who was still horrified and freaking out, took his mouth off of the member and ran out of the room, right into the bathroom nearby. Toast, who was concerned and confused, ran after Jimmy to the bathroom, not even bothering to hide himself.

Jimmy was furiously using the toothbrush, harshly brushing. Toast, standing there with a still ongoing hard-on sticking right out in front of him, watched in confusion.

"Ghost...? Are you alright??"

Jimmy turned slowly and looked at him, moving his hand up to cover the lower image.

And in a high pitched, pissy voice,

"Fuck off."

Toast stared at Jimmy now, backing out and walking into his room again. He knew he wasn't going to get to get the rest of that blowjob that day, so he sat on his bed and finished himself off sadly.

He was still damn happy that he got that from Ghost though, and it sure did make him less stressed ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)