|queenoftheskies (queenoftheskies) wrote in 80sficpicalooza,|
@ 2008-05-21 10:08:00
|Entry tags:||^ghostbusters, author: queenoftheskies, may 21|
Crossing the Streams, Gostbusters (whole gang)
Title: Crossing the Streams
Warnings: nudity, foul language, masturbation, and touching
Word count: 1,386
Summary: Good clean fun?
Prompt: - Ghostbusters, Whole gang: Locker room masturbation – Don’t cross the streams.
A/N: I'm a day late with this and I apologize. I have no DSL at home and had to come use a wifi hot spot to post.
Peter closed his eyes and let the water wash over him. Down his back, across his chest, it eased the pain of sore, cramped muscles, and freed him from the odor of the undead.
With a shudder, he remembered the last zombie they'd toasted. She'd downed Egon with one kick to the groin. Peter flinched. It wasn't Egon's fault her boob had come off in his hand. Hell, he hadn't even been trying for a grope. Not Egon. All he'd wanted to do was break her grip on Ray before she took a chomp out of the top of his head. Wasn't his fault she'd turned around when he reached for her arm.
Stupid zombies. No wonder they always wanted to eat brains. They obviously didn't have any of their own.
He'd had his own problems, though, when he'd ended up with a guy who just wouldn't die the second time. God only knew what had killed him the first time. He sure looked like death warmed over and if it hadn't been for the mutant virus the government had let out on a leash, he'd still have been pushing up daisies in the maggot farm.
They'd gone in to save Uncle Sam's ass to the tune of some pretty hefty bucks, but he wasn't sure it was worth it now that...
Hell, yeah, it was worth it...if Uncle Sam came through better than the city of New York had.
At the shuffle of footsteps, Peter's eyes snapped open. Zombies. He'd recognize that shuffle anywhere.
Egon shuffled into the shower stall beside him.
"Oh, it's just you. Thought it was a zombie."
Egon muttered something unintelligible under his breath without looking up.
Peter nodded, pretended to commiserate even though he hadn't any idea what the scientist had said. Didn't matter. Nod. Smile. Commiserate. That was the name of the game.
"How's the dick?"
That won an actual response. Egon shuffled out of the shower and around to Peter's stall, fondling his poor, bruised wiener.
Peter flinched. "Ouch." He mentally calculated the length of Egon's prick before his eyes dropped to his own. Dang. No wonder the girls all went after the brainy types if Egon was any indication of what they all had to offer.
Peter's hands slid down in front of his crotch. Not that Egon would notice, of course, but...
"Peter, that's pointless. I have eyes. I have my glasses on. Logic would therefore dictate that I've already seen your puny excuse for..."
"Hey, hey, hey! Let's not get personal there, bucko."
One corner of Egon's mouth quirked into a half smile. "How far can you shoot that thing?"
"Care for a little manly competition?" Egon straightened. The day's pain and exhaustion drained from his face.
"Manly?" Peter forced a laugh. "With you?"
"Some of us are obviously better endowed than..."
"I know where you're going with that," Peter interrupted, "and that's all an old wive's tail. Size does not make a distance...I mean, difference."
Egon's smile morphed into a grin. "I say we conduct our own little experiment to see if, indeed, size does make the difference I believe it to make."
"You're so full of shit."
"Maybe I'm full of something else, Peter."
"That was uncalled for, Mister."
"What's going on up here?" Ray called from the stairs.
Plomp. Plomp. Plomp.
Egon shrugged. "You can hear him coming a mile away." Turning to call over his shoulder, he said, "We're conducting a scientific experiment in here, Ray. Would you care to join us?"
Peter cringed, turning back into the water, cupping his dick with his hands. He did not need Ray as a witness to Egon's blowing off...whatever he planned to blow off. At least Winston wasn't..."
"Come on, Winston," Ray called in the distance. "The guys are doing an experiment. Let's go see..." His voice trailed off. "In the shower?"
Egon's grin deepened. "Come on in. The water's good."
"In?" Winston echoed.
Peter grimaced before turning back around to meet Ray and Winston as they peeled off their grimy clothes and piled into the shower space with them. It wasn't exactly a tight fit, but there was definitely no room for proton packs, if they'd been inclined to shower with them on.
"Hey." Ray ducked his head beneath the water, forcing Peter to inch out of range. "This is nice." He looked each of the guys over. "Hi, guys. What kind of experiment we got going on..." His eyes dropped, moved from man to man, moved to himself. "Why are we standing in the shower naked?"
"Yeah, Egon, why?" If he turned it back on the scientist, maybe he'd get out without his dignity being damaged any further.
Ray's eyes made the round again, lingered on Peter, who resisted the urge to cover himself again. "I'd always guessed you for bigger, Pete."
"Shut up, Ray."
"We're here to determine," Egon announced in his best scholarly voice, "if size does, indeed, matter."
Ray's eyes widened. "I don't think I want to be here." His hands moved to cover his ass. "I think we just got a call."
Peter smacked Ray on the arm. Hard. "Don't worry, Ray. I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last ass on Earth."
Ray's mouth dropped open, worked at words a moment. "I resemble that remark."
"We know you do." Peter took a deep breath, rotated his shoulders, cocked his pistol a bit.
"No head starts," Egon warned.
"Who?" Peter donned his most innocent expression, cocked again as he pointed to his chest with his free hand.
"I get it." Winston's hand dropped to his own cock. "We're going to get us some action going and..." He chuckled. "Cross the streams."
Ray got it. Suddenly. "Oooooh. Cross the streams." He brightened. "I like it."
Peter wagged his head before smacking Ray on the back of his. "You would."
"Hey!" Ray whirled on him.
Peter backed up. "Hey!"
"Boys. Boys." Winston grinned. "Not big enough to play in a man's world, I see."
Ray's eyes dropped to his crotch as fast as Peter's dropped to his. The two men looked at each other. Peter shrugged.
"Guess we've got to show them how it's done, Ray."
Stanz grinned, raised his arms, and leaned back. "It's all yours, Pete."
Peter ducked behind Ray just as the first volley struck, splattering all over Ray's stomach. He grabbed at Ray's crotch, ducking again when Egon used Winston to fire another round.
"Dang." Peter pumped Ray good. "You must be a virgin, Winston, if you've got all that stored up."
"Watch who you're calling a virgin, Venkman." Winston surged forward until Egon pumped him again.
Peter watched Winston tank, snickered and pumped so fast that Ray exploded with a shuddering stream that caught Egon on the face and splattered Winston in the chest.
"Yes!" Peter leapt into the air while Ray staggered back, totally caught up in the whole orgasm thing. "We got you! We got..."
Shoving Winston out of the way, Egon pumped his own dick until it quivered. Dropping into a fighting stance, Peter manhandled himself until he thought he'd explode. They both popped off at the same time, twisting and turning while the streams decorated them--and the walls and the other two Ghostbusters--snowy white.
Something's wrong here. Fear gripped Peter. "I can't stop!"
"Neither can I!" Egon lost control of his cock.
Don't cross the streams, the voice echoed in Peter's mind. Don't cross the streams.
While Egon struggled to regain control of himself, Peter fought his own erection. They streams moved closer and closer until...
Cold water splashed across Peter's face.
"I told you he was okay." It was Ray.
Peter's eyelids flickered open against the blinding array of nighttime New York neon, the lights of heavy traffic.
"You okay, man?" Winston asked, offering him a hand up.
Peter lay there, blinking up at them. "I could have sworn we were just in..." He looked from one man to the other to the other, shook his head, and accepted Winston's hand. "Never mind."
Ectoplasm decorated his jumpsuit a slimy gray. "What happened anyway?"
Wagging his head, Egon led the way to the car. "If I've told you once, I've told you a million times Peter...don't cross the streams."