Bouncing Ball Of Voyeuristic Intention

Slimer hovered uncertainly in the upper corner of the room. Behind him a patch of freshly oozing ectoplasm marked the spot where he had entered. Bobbing gently in place, Slimer's large orange eyes fixed on the room's occupants.

At first he just followed the two men's movements with his eyes, up down, up down. It was hypnotic and kind of fun looking. The mortals sure were enjoying themselves. Slimer liked to do fun things too. Soon the little ghost felt the urge to join in and started to follow the bobbing motion with his body. Just a little bob at first, then he was bouncing and swaying, until eventually he was gyrating madly all over the ceiling, a bouncing ball of green goo.

Egon Spengler opened his eyes and looked myopically over Peter Venkman's shoulder. Was that movement he saw? It was.

"Peter." He managed to say around the tingly pleasure running through his brain.

"Uh?" Peter released the delicious nip of skin he had been sucking on and tried to focus on his lover. Egon was tensing, and Peter didn't like that. It meant Egon wanted to stop and Peter did not want to stop! But Peter loved Egon... So... He... Stopped...

"Yeah?" he gasped, holding himself still with the iron will and determination needed of someone so close to cumming he could taste it. "You okay?"

"I am okay." Egon reassured him. At Peter's bug-eyed look Egon hastily pointed at the ceiling. "We have a voyeur." He explained.

Peter whimpered. Egon gave him an apologetic look. Peter dropped his head onto Egon's chest and slowly pulled away. When his dick was waving about in the cold air he took a deep breath, clenched his hand in the pillow under Egon's hips and with a lightning move turned and threw it at the ghost still bopping away on their ceiling.

Smacked full on by the flying pillow Slimer disappeared screaming through the wall. Glaring at the dripping wall Peter began expressing his irritation in loud and inventive detail. Slipping from the bed he grabbed his work overalls from the floor and yanked them on. Single-mindedly he stalked out into the hall, intent on finding and frying one pesky green ghost. Five minutes later it took the combined efforts of Winston, Ray and a hurriedly dressed Egon to stop him zapping the spud once and for all!


"I'm sorry, Slimer." Peter said, holding out a steaming pizza box. They stood in the carport of the firehouse, empty now because Ray and Winston had taken Ecto-1 on a bust. Slimer looked suspiciously at the hopeful psychiatrist and crossed his arms. Peter waved the box again and the smell of melted cheese worked its magic, drawing the reluctant green ghost cautiously downwards.

"I know you've had a talk with Ray now and he's got you to promise not to watch when Egon and I are making love." Peter continued. Slimer nodded, his eyes never leaving the pizza box. "And I accept that you were just curious and didn't mean to interrupt our intimate moment of nookie and ruin a perfectly fine post-bust bonk."

Slimer nodded again and drifted even lower. "So this is for you, to say sorry for trying to put you in the containment unit." Peter wiggled the box enticingly.

Nodding eagerly and muttering, "Petey fawgiven." The little ghost dived, mouth stretched wide to receive his just desserts.

In a flash Peter whipped the pizza to one side revealing a small black container with yellow markings about the size of a cigarette packet. Peter depressed the button on its side and it opened to reveal a stream of lights that englobed the dive-bombing ghost and sucked it inside. The lid snapped shut and Peter grinned wickedly.

"That's for giving me blue balls you little green piece of flying snot." He chuckled softly.

"It proved effective then?" Egon Spengler came round from behind the lockers and went to inspect the steaming black box. "Yes, very good. I would say our trial test of the Slimer Mini-trap Airplane Conveyance Unit - SMAC U - is a success."

Peter nodded distractedly. Egon had the first two buttons of his shirt undone, a blatant come on! Spengler raised one eyebrow at his sudden hopeful look, the tiniest hint of a smile curling the corner of his mouth. Pushing his glasses more firmly onto his nose the tall physicist ran one hand through his hair before turning towards the stairs.

"I have another experiment you may wish to participate in, Peter." He mentioned as he started slowly up them. "Perhaps you would like to join me, in our room?" his voice dropped into a husky rumble on the last few words. Peter hastily dropped the SMAC U and the cooling pizza on Janine's desk and hurried after him.

The spud could have the pizza when he eventually let him out, Peter decided. After all, he wouldn't mind watching himself and Egon making love, how could he blame the green gooper for wanting to do the same? He'd just have to work on Egon's modesty a bit; he'd take his time, no rush. Then he'd get Egon to let him use the video recorder on them both. Talk about hot video nights! Yeah. He entered the bedroom and heard Egon shut and lock the door behind him.

"You know," he said, as he fell back on to the bed under Egon's weight, "We should have Slimer free days more often." Egon ran his tongue along Peter's jaw line to his ear and began doing something that drove out all other thoughts.

"More often." Egon murmured, beginning to slide down his lover's body. "Yes, I concur."

He felt it was past time for some real bouncing balls!

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