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“Cipher.” Ford’s voice was dead calm but radiated anger so potent Bill could feel it in his bones.
“Fordsy,” Bill greeted back with a wide smile. With as much subtlety as he could manage, he nudged the shattered glass of Ford’s latest pet project behind the leg of Ford’s desk. He wasn’t very good at being inconspicuous.
He couldn’t help but shiver as Ford crossed the room with two strides of his long legs, stalking towards him with a look of malice.
Ford was in front of him in a second, staring down at him with narrowed eyes. He was tall. Bill never really noticed- he was always above him, figuratively and physically. Now as a human, he noticed. He had at least a head on Bill and he towered over him in a way that made Bill weak in the knees. For once, he felt small, insignificant, vulnerable.
Ford grabbed Bill’s wrist and pulled him away from the desk, looking down at his broken project. His frown curled into a sneer and he shoved Bill to the wall. Bill’s back hit it with a loud thud, knocking the wind out of him. He felt a dull tingle between his legs that blossomed into a raging fire in his gut when Ford chased him down, pinning him between himself and the wall.
Ford’s eyes were darker than he’d ever seen them. “What did you do?” He demanded.
Bill shrugged, still boasting a big smile. “It was a mistake. I was walking then I bumped into the edge of the desk by accident and it fell.”
Ford furrowed a brow, looking from Bill to the remains of his project then back, challenging him with his eyes, but Bill just continued to grin. He sighed, rubbing his temples. “Be more careful next time.” At the very least, he hadn’t gotten very far along with it. He could always build it again at a later date. He still wasn’t entirely convinced it was an accident, but Mabel told him that giving Bill the benefit of the doubt would help build trust. He hated allotting the demon any amount of respect, but Bill was his responsibility now.
“Hey Ford?”
Ford was taken out of his thoughts. “What?”
Bill’s grin became outright smug. “I lied. I broke it on purpose.”
Ford blinked then gritted his teeth. “You little-“ He hissed but before he could finish his seething retort, he steeled himself. His glare was more intense than ever with repressed rage. He was so close to Bill that Bill wasn’t sure if he was holding himself back from punching him bloody or kissing him senseless.
But before either could happen, Ford sighed heavily,
the sound pressed and agonized. His voice was even as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “What did I say about you being here?” He asked in that same impassive tone, but Bill could tell how frustrated he was.
“That I have to behave,” Bill said, still smiling. “C’mon, Sixer. You should know me better.”
Ford clenched his jaw. “I warned you if you kept acting up I’d cuff you to the radiator again.”
“You’re such a buzzkill, Fordsy!” Bill moaned. “Can’t a guy just take a little looksy around the lab he’s stuck in all day?” In lieu of a response, Ford roughly shoved him against the wall hard enough to knock him silly. He couldn’t stop the shameful heat swirling in the pit of his stomach even as he laughed. “So feisty! Tell me Fordsy, do you treat all your arch nemesis like this?” Something bitter churned in his gut at the thought of Ford looking at anyone else like this. So passionate, so alive, that fire in his eyes that could scorch the world to ash.
Ford was so close to him he could smell his cheap cologne and practically taste the smoke and coffee on his breath.
Ford was in no mood to put up with him. “Don’t test me, Cipher,” he growled. If Bill wasn’t going to play nice, he wouldn’t either.
“Oh, but it’s just so fun-“ Bill’s words choked off when Ford suddenly slammed his knee between his thighs. It was meant to pin him in place but it served to do much more than that. Bill was like a deer in headlights, paralyzed, eyes wide as he looked from Ford’s face to where his knee crudely pried his legs apart. Without even meaning to, he dug his fingers into Ford’s coat and pulled him closer. The room suddenly felt much hotter.
Ford didn’t even notice at first, caught up in glaring Bill down. He only noticed Bill’s predicament when he felt Bill rut his hips down.
“What the-“ he blinked in surprise, the fire in his eyes dying down in surprise. He looked away from Bill’s face- which was pink and sweatier than it had two seconds ago- and down to where Bill was squeezing his knee between his thighs. He would have thought Bill did it unintentionally if not for the way he did it again, harder this time.
“Ford-“ Bill gasped. “I- help?” He didn’t know why but it felt extremely good to grind against Ford’s knee. He clung to him and felt the air leave him in rough panting breaths. “That- don’t move-“
“Are-are you seriously—?!” Ford was too shocked to finish, his beet red. Bill rolled his hips more firmly and let out a hushed whine. “Unbelievable,” he murmured. “Are you really getting off on this? Right now?” Bill didn’t trust his voice enough to answer, but he didn’t need to. Ford could tell by the quake in his hips and the quiver of his lip. “You’re filthy,” he spat.
“You started this!” Bill retorted. “You’re the one who put your dumb knee between my legs!”
Ford was flabbergasted and flustered in equal measure. “Me? You’re the one that made it weird!”
His brain told him to pull away and get out of the situation, but his dick told him to stay put. For once, he listened to the latter, and he was shocked to find he rather liked the disheveled look on Bill’s face as he humped his knee like a dog in heat.
“Wow.” He sounded breathless, reverent, and it did all sorts of things to Bill. “You’re so.. desperate for it.”
Bill wanted to snap at him but his head was too fuzzy to think clearly. It took all his strength not to fall to the floor. He felt jittery, wired, needy. His body inadvertently slid down the wall and Ford’s knee pressed into him more firmly. He lived billions of years and never had he ever felt such intense, concentrated pleasure like this. His knuckles turned white where he was clutching Ford’s coat as stars exploded behind his eyelids, and he couldn’t repress the throaty whine building from his chest.
Ford hissed a breath through his teeth. “Fuck..” He couldn’t stand to admit it, but hearing the almighty Bill Cipher whimper had him rock hard.
Was he really doing this? Bill ruined his life and tried to take over the universe. He’s scum, filth, an irredeemable, horrible conniving bastard without a shred of decency in his body.
And he was unfairly pretty as a human.
Bill bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and buried his face in Ford’s chest. His hips moved in tight jerks, and he shattered like glass when Ford rubbed his knee into him purposefully. His knees buckled, and it was solely Ford’s grip on his waist that kept him standing. “Fuck,” he mewled, his legs shaking violently. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His mushy human heart was pounding in his chest and every breath came out labored and stammered with arousal. He couldn’t think, could barely breathe.
Ford had never seen anything more hot in his entire fucking life.
“You’re such a needy little thing,” he murmured, voice laced with velvet and heat. He couldn’t believe he was indulging Bill’s craving, but at the same time he couldn’t stop himself. It struck him at once like a freight train that he was in control.
Bill whined. “Shut up, Stanford…”
He finally had the upper hand and he wasn’t letting that power slip away anytime soon. He pulled Bill’s body flush to his own and grinded his knee harder between his legs, delighting in the sharp gasp that vibrated against his chest. “That isn’t a very nice thing to say,” he said quietly with feigned compassion. His voice was little more than a coo. “Aren’t you here to redeem yourself?”
Bill lifted his head up if only so he could scowl up at him. It backfired spectacularly. He was a wreck. Ford groaned appreciatively at the sight of Bill’s face pink with arousal and his eyes glossy with tears. His hair was matted with sweat and fell in thick waves over his shoulders, his work shirt jostled just enough to reveal his unblemished collarbone. He looked good enough to eat.
“Don’t get so cocky,” Bill bit out through clenched teeth, squeezing one eye shut as Ford roughly leaned in to kiss the exposed skin. “T-this stupid body is just overly sensitive..”
Ford’s touch was like an aphrodisiac. He couldn’t control the needy noises that spilled from his mouth like a tidal wave, nor the tremor in his legs as Ford continued to grind into him. His shorts were soaked with his desire and the friction against his core was driving him insane. He fisted at Ford’s coat again, head thrown back against the wall as Ford feasted on his neck like a wild animal. He felt every nip of his teeth and every wet slide of his lips, and it was like liquid ecstasy pumping through his veins.
Ford rumbled a chuckle against the side of his throat. “It’s amusing how you still try to pretend you’re in control.”
“I-I am!” Bill stammered, cursing his weak flesh suit for getting so riled up. It was almost impossible to think, his brain felt like mush and his head felt like it was spinning in circles.
“You’re shaking like a leaf in the middle of a hurricane,” Ford said smugly, deriving a sick sort of pleasure having Bill at his mercy. “If I had known all it takes to shut you up is rubbing my knee between your legs, I’d have done that a long time ago.”
Bill grinded his teeth. It irked him to no end that Ford had the audacity to even suggest he was superior. A helpless mortal to an all knowing god. “Wipe that grin off your face before I do it for you,” he hissed. “I’m a being of pure energy and knowledge beyond your puny comprehension!”
Ford actually laughed. “Not anymore, you aren’t.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Bill said, backtracking. “I don’t need to be a demon to have full control over you, Fordsy. That’s why you’re fucking me with your eyes right now. You’re obsessed with me! Lie all you want, but I know the truth.” He gives Ford a wide, almost manic grin as he says, “you need me.”
For his part, Ford didn’t particularly seem to be bothered. He’s used to Bill’s tactics to get under his skin. He very calmly kissed Bill’s neck, the act sickeningly gentle, and he hummed in thought. “I don’t need you, Bill.”
Before Bill could retort, Ford bit his neck. The shock of pain jolted him too much to think for a second, and he gasped helplessly. Just as quickly as he bit down, he stopped, nursing the pounding wound with his tongue. It became more of a dull throbbing within a few seconds.
“Ford-“ He rasped and pulled hard enough to yank Ford’s coat off, breathing heavily as Ford kissed the teeth marks.
In the same instance that Ford finally, finally, slotted himself between Bill’s legs, he cupped his chin and looked straight into his golden eyes. “I don’t need you,” he repeated, resolute, and stroked his thumb over the gap in Bill’s lips. “You need me.”
Bill outright whined as he felt Ford’s erection against his inner thigh. He felt so big, thick and hard, pressing so close to his core it made his head spin. “Oh, but you’re so hard just for me!” He crooned with an easy smile. “Admit it, Sixer! You need me just as much!”
Ford huffed and some frustration beyond sexual tension crossed his features. “Don’t flatter yourself, Cipher.” He tilted Bill’s head so he could kiss and bite his jaw, still cradling his face in his hands. “You’re a means to an end.”
“You think you’re any different?” Bill asked venomously. “I’ve met many humans in my day, used hundreds of ‘em, what makes you think you’re so special?”
For a moment their gaze met, and Ford stared at Bill with fire in his eyes. Fire of rage or lust, Bill wasn’t sure. Probably both. He felt like he was burning from the inside out.
And then Ford thrust his hips forward and Bill’s brain short circuited. He heaved a long, gasping breath, vision going blurry, and fell back against the wall. Ford leaned into him and squeezed his face hard enough to bruise, unflinching.
“You’re a terrible liar, Bill.” He said simply.
“You know nothing-“ Bill hissed before Ford cut him off.
“You’re deflecting. You’ve never felt anything like this before, have you?” He began to steadily thrust his hips and Bill’s mind went blank as he clung to him like a lifeline. “You’re so sensitive, it’s like anywhere I touch you is an erogenous zone.” His tone became one of analytical curiosity, like Bill was a specimen he was baring open to study. It was oddly endearing, reminding him of the days of a young, starstruck scientist hanging onto his every word. Ford grabbed him by the hips and pressed him harder into the wall and Bill’s lips opened around a soundless cry. “If I didn’t hate you so much, I’d be flattered you chose me to be your first.”
There was a dull ache in Bill’s chest. “You don’t hate me, Ford,” he said without conviction. It sounded like a desperate plea even to his own ears.
Ford hummed. “It’s a nice change of pace, you vying for my attention and admiration rather than the other way around.”
“Your ego’s big enough as it is,” Bill grumbled between gasps of pleasure.
“It’s a grain of salt compared to yours.” His tone was even, like he wasn’t affected at all by the play of their bodies.
Bill laughed for a fleeting second before he moaned again. He couldn’t stop it from bubbling from his throat, a whorish sound that made him blush red up to his ears. “Stanford-“
“Yeah,” Ford groaned, “I got you. Fuck.”
He pressed their foreheads together and Bill could practically taste the smoke and coffee on his breath.
His gaze dropped to Ford’s mouth and lingered there for several long seconds, before he launched himself forward.
He didn’t ask. He just took what he wanted.
Ford grunted in surprise but then growled lustfully, grinding their clothed crotches together more fervently. There was nothing soft or gentle about the way their teeth knocked together and their tongues danced. Years of pent up rage and lust poured out of them and it became rough fast, more devouring each other’s mouths than kissing.
The kiss broke when Bill threw his head back on a needy cry, digging his fingers into Ford’s shoulders. “Fuck!” He screamed. “It feels so- so-“ he couldn’t think. His mind was racing but nothing was coherent. Ford’s lips latched onto the side of his neck and sucked a hickey into the skin, and Bill whined.
Ford wasn’t much better off. He was humping Bill like a clumsy, hormonal virgin but he couldn’t stop himself. It felt too good, perfect. Bill was so perfect, so soft and needy, so pretty beneath him—
He was startled out of his thoughts when Bill suddenly moaned much louder, voice high-pitched and whiny. His hips rattled, and he had a death grip on Ford’s shoulder, back arched off the wall and mouth open on a stream of pathetic sounds. “Fuck! Ford! Ford! Ford!”
Ford was mystified. “Did.. did you just…”
He did. Ford let out a heavy breath through gritted teeth as he watched Bill’s body convulse with his first orgasm.
“Ford! Ford! It’s so much! T-too much! Feel like I-I’m dying—“ Bill babbled, completely lost in the sensation. Tears of pleasure streamed down his face and he didn’t have the wherewithal to blink them away. “Gonna die- I’m dying- Fuck, so good—“
It was too much for Ford to take. He was so close to creaming his pants but he restrained himself. With clenched teeth he pried himself away from Bill’s death grip and unbuckled his belt, shucking it aside. He fisted his pants down and immediately grabbed his throbbing cock, pulling on it in quick and precise strokes. Bill had come down from his orgasm mostly and was now watching him with wide, curious eyes. Ford could barely think, running on pure instinct as he chased his release. He pushed Bill against the wall again, forced him to his knees, grabbed a fistful of black streaked blonde hair, and stroked himself to completion.
“Fuck!” He cursed loudly, throwing his head back with abandon as he pumped his cock over Bill’s face. “Take it! Take it, you insufferable fucking brat!”
Thick ropes of white splattered over Bill’s face, his forehead, his nose, his chin, even some landing in his hair. That would be a bitch to wash later but he didn’t care. He opened his mouth to catch what he could on his tongue and held his palms out like a beggar on the street. He sat on one of his feet and shamelessly grinded against the heel, moaning even as Ford finished painting his face white.
It was shameful. It was humiliating. It was so hot.
A few more strokes and Ford was beat. He let out a satisfied moan, squeezing the base of his softening cock, and then stepped back. It hit him all at once as he looked down at Bill greedily humping his own foot, covered in his spend. It’s shameful how the mere sight has his blood boiling again, cock already twitching with interest.
“Stanford,” Bill mewls from the floor, rolling his hips frantically.
“You’re still horny?” Ford asked with panting breath. It took a lot out of him- he was too old to be fucking around like this.
Bill nodded and grabbed onto Ford’s pant leg. “Yes!” He dragged the last syllable with a needy whine. “You can’t just show an interdimensional demon the wonders of human pleasure and expect him not to want a round two!”
Ford scoffed. “Tough luck,” he said sternly. “I’m in no condition to be helping you.”
Bill whined miserably. “Ugh! Forgot how fast humans wither away.” He looked up, frazzled, and then smiled when he saw Ford was still hard. “Your mouth can lie all it wants, but your dick wants more!” He crawled up to him and very abruptly wrapped his lips around the tip.
Ford winced and staggered, involuntarily falling into his chair. He squeezed the arms of it and stared down at Bill with squinted eyes. “Knock it off, Cipher!” He hissed through gritted teeth. Beneath the pleasure of Bill’s mouth around him prickled overstimulation, and he dug his fingers into the arms of the chair as Bill nursed the tip with the flat of his tongue.
Bill hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t stop, so Ford roughly tugged him off by his hair. The way his tongue disconnected from him with a rope of saliva made desire churn deep in his gut.
“What gives?” Bill complained, pouting. “I wasn’t gonna bite it!”
Ford huffed. “You’re unbelievable.” He noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and he sneered. “Are you seriously humping the ground right now? Get up. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
Bill whined again, not wanting to be deprived of that delicious feeling ever again. “C’mon!” He tried to bargain. “If you help me cum one more time, I won’t bother you again!” Not tonight at least, he couldn’t make any promises beyond that.
“I don’t have to acquiesce,” Ford said in a cool tone. “You have to follow the rules here whether you like it or not. If you decide to be a nuisance again, I could just chain you to the radiator.” He would, too. He’s done it before when Bill tried to sneak a peek at his journals.
“You’d miss my company!” Bill argued and didn’t back down even when Ford raised a brow indifferently. “C’mon, Fordsy, just one? I promise I won’t annoy you at all tonight if you just do this one teeeeensy favor for me. Here, we can even shake on it!”
“As if I’d ever shake your hand again,” Ford grumbled under his breath and narrowed his eyes at Bill. Bill gave him his best puppy dog eyes, probably learned the trick from Mabel, but Bill wasn’t nearly as endearing. He wanted so badly to tell Bill to suck it up and behave, but he couldn’t get the words out. He was curious, admittedly, to see what Bill looked like without all that cumbersome clothing.
He’d hate himself in the morning, but right now, Ford made his choice.
“Fine, but only because you’ve been good.” He wordlessly patted his lap and Bill eagerly climbed on top of him, splaying his legs out and pressing their groins together. Ford’s cock was still out, having filled out rather quickly seeing Bill so desperate, and the rough grind against the fabric of Bill’s shorts was almost painful. He winced and pushed Bill back enough to get his shorts off.
Beautiful was the first word to come to mind.
Bill squirmed in his lap, shivering in the humid air in the basement. “C’mon,” he goaded, nudging his hips forward. “Touch me, Fordsy.”
“Ask politely.”
Bill made a face but one stern glance from Ford made him swallow his pride. “…Please.”
Ford huffed through his nose, unimpressed. “Come on.” He spread Bill open with a V of his fingers, his skin glossy with arousal that stuck to Ford’s hand. “You can do better than that.”
Bill gasped loudly, eyes wide as he stared at where Ford’s hand splayed over his sex. The touch was nothing more than a tease, a glimpse of the pleasure he could be feeling. He chewed his lip then released it just as fast. “Please,” he said louder, breathless, words dripping with lust. “Please touch me…”
“There you go.” Ford’s voice was little more than a rumble, reverberating through Bill’s body like static. “See? You can be good when you want to be.” Without further delay, he slowly eased one finger inside him, pushing in up to the first knuckle then deeper as Bill’s cunt relaxed. He was so soft and hot and wet, drooling around his finger like liquid fire. “Are you going to be good, Bill?”
Bill would do just about anything to feel like this for even a second longer. He nodded and whined, “yes,” rocking his hips shakily. “I’ll be g-good..”
“That’s it.” Bill whimpered when Ford slid in a second finger. “You’re such a good boy, Bill.”
Oh. His words struck him like lightning and he arched his back with a keening moan.
Ever perceptive, Ford grinned. “Oh? You like being praised, sweet thing?” His lips kissed the shell of Bill’s ear, breath hot and heavy. “Tell me, do you deserve it?”
“Yes,” Bill breathed, fisting Ford’s turtleneck. “I-I’m being good. I’m playing nice. I’m good for you, Sixer.” A third finger pushed inside and Bill really felt the stretch now. It was an overwhelming feeling, skirting the edge of pain and pleasure, and it drove Bill mad. “I wanna be good for you..”
Ford kissed his neck. “Yeah? You want to be good for me, Bill?” Lower, down his jaw, along the column of his throat. “Or is that not what you want to hear?” His fingers squished lewdly inside Bill’s cunt as he pumped faster, curling inward to stimulate his g spot. It didn’t take much time to find it and the response he got from Bill would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life. He shook like a leaf in the wind and humped his hand with shameless enthusiasm, clutching his arm like it was the only thing grounding him to reality. Ford groaned and pulled his shirt down to bite more of his chest, leaving him with pretty pink and purple bruises.
“Ford-!”
“Maybe what you want to hear…” Ford’s breath lingered against his collarbone for a moment, scalding like fire, “is my muse.”
Bill’s voice hiccuped with a sob. “Stanford!” He cried.
“You’ve been so good for me,” Ford cooed, rolling a thumb over the pearl of his clit. Bill thrust his hips up with a throaty whine, and Ford pressed down harder, rolling his thumb in tight little circles. “Let me reward you, my muse.”
He patted Bill’s thigh, urging him to get up for a moment, and Bill seriously considered poking his eyes out for denying him his release. Instead he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying something that would get him in trouble, and staggered to his feet. He was unsteady, but he wasn’t made to stand for long. Ford got off the chair and gently guided Bill onto it, prying his shaking legs apart as he sank to his knees.
Bill’s breath hitched as Ford came face to face with his core, and he dug his fingers into the armrests. “Sixer…”
Three fingers sank back into him with ease and he moaned loudly, legs falling further apart. Ford took up space between and leaned in to sample him. He tasted heady and tart, hot and wet against his tongue. The taste of him had him salivating. Ford dug his fingers into the skin of his ass hard enough to bruise, steadying Bill’s trembling body as best he could.
The first drag of his tongue had stars exploding behind Bill’s eyelids, and the subsequent ones that followed had him outright sobbing. Ford hauled him almost fully off the chair, licking firmly enough to feel the pulsing off his pussy.
“Oh fuck me!” Bill whimpered, grabbing two fistfuls of gray hair and pinning Ford’s face between his thighs. “Yes! Yes! Keep doing that! Oh you humans are so full of surprises!” The feeling of Ford’s tongue on his cunt was so wet and slippery, so warm. When he circled his clit with just the tip, Bill’s body snapped into a mean, thundering arch. “Yes!” He dragged the last syllable as his head fell back.
The pressure in his gut pulled taut like a rubber band for a brief, fleeting second, then it snapped like string. “I’m gonna cum! Fuck, Fordsy, I’m cumming!”
He shrieked in ecstasy and shamelessly ground his sopping cunt into Ford’s face, squeezing his head between his thighs hard enough to pop. His release gushed over Ford’s tongue and chin in hot waves. He could feel the slurp of his mouth as he drank it up and could hear the wet noise that accompanied it, but he had his eyes shut tight.
Ford moaned into him and gave his core one final kiss before he pulled away. His fingers slid out of him with a slop, and he flexed them curiously before he wiped them clean.
Bill’s vision was white for what felt like a solid minute as he rode the tidal wave of his orgasm, and he had to blink rapidly when he came down from it. The first thing he noticed was that Ford was no longer between his legs. He turned his head weakly and saw him wiping his face and fingers with a handkerchief, his pants back on.
Bill unceremoniously collapsed boneless into the chair, breathing heavily. “Holy mother of fuck.” He said eloquently.
Ford hummed, “quite.” He tossed Bill a clean towel to clean himself. “You’re leaking all over the ground.”
“Whose fault is that, smart guy?” Bill retorted but his voice had no bite. It was playful banter at most. “Holy cow, Fordsy! If I’d known sex was that good, I would have tried to seduce you sooner!”
Ford’s voice was stiff. “Yes, well, don’t get used to this. It will not become a habit.”
Bill blew a raspberry. “You’re no fun!”
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” Ford replied sarcastically.
He finished wiping himself down then pulled his shorts back on. He also adjusted his jostled shirt, curiously touching the various hickeys and love bites Ford left on his neck and chest. He felt his heart skip a beat, an unfamiliar warmth swelling inside him, and he realized belatedly it was affection. “Welp,” he started a bit awkwardly, “a deal’s a deal. I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the night.” He made that promise earlier not fully intending to keep it, but after that run in with genuine affection for the scientist, he was more than okay putting some space between them.
He couldn’t be catching feelings. He just couldn’t.
Ford wasn’t looking at him. “Stanley’s expecting you upstairs. Said he’ll take you off my hands so I can get some rest for a change.”
Bill huffed indignantly. “You act like I’m not delightful to be around!”
Ford didn’t bother taking the bait and he said nothing.
He turned to face him, simply raised a brow, and nodded towards the elevator. He was shocked when Bill seemed to comply without issue. Ford couldn’t help but scrutinize it for a moment before he cleared his head. Bill wasn’t his concern for the rest of the night and he intended to make the most of it. He sat down in his chair, draped his coat over it, and pulled out his journal and a pen.
Just as the elevator dinged, Bill’s voice reached him. “Oh, and Ford?”
“Yes, Bill?”
Bill smirked. “If you need help with your little problem, you know where to find me.”
Ford nearly cracked his pen in half as he started blushing profusely. He let out a huff of breath. “Go!” He snapped, spinning around and standing up rigid, pointing at the door. He waited until Bill left and his mocking laughter had long since faded before he slouched against his desk, exhausted.
With a groan, he rubbed his temples. What was he thinking?! He figured he’d regret it later, but not immediately after he finished watching Bill cum! He felt bitter, guilty, ashamed. Despite the war in his head and heart, his dick harbored no qualms. It was still hard since he hadn’t finished himself off with Bill. He felt his dick twitch in his pants and he cursed. Stupid sexy Bill and his stupidly pretty moans. He would never be able to jerk off again without thinking about how gorgeous he looked falling apart for him.
Why did someone so awful have to look like what wet dreams were made of? Was this the universe’s idea of some sick perverted joke? When Bill first got there he mentioned a higher being called the Axolotl sent him here, and Ford was inclined to believe him. He had never met the amphibian, but his journey across the multiverse had taught him of its importance.
Was this a punishment for Ford’s infractions as well? He didn’t want to dwell on it. Thinking about the past only brought back memories he’d rather forget. Memories of a starry eyed scientist playing interdimensional chess with a divine muse…
Back then, he would sometimes even jerk off thinking about Bill, looking at pictures of him like some kind of hormonal teenager. In the past 30 plus years he hadn’t had the urge once to do it again, but then Bill was delivered to his doorstep wrapped in a conventionally attractive human body and dealing with human emotions that made him soft around the edges. It was wholly unfair. It was messing with his head.
Because when he looked at Bill, he didn’t feel hate anymore. And that scared him more than anything in the multiverse.
His dick twitched again. He wouldn’t give Bill the satisfaction.
With an agitated huff, Ford closed his journal and stalked off to take a long, cold shower.