To the movies

(Caution: very minor Thor: Love and Thunder spoilers in this chapter)

"Let's go to that movie place at the mall. I think they have Avengers out this weekend."

"You just want to ogle Chris Hemsworth, don't you?"

Cedric grimaced. "Hey, Natalie Portman's pretty hot, too."

"Bet you can't wait for that scene with his ass out."

"..."

"Unless you'd rather see mine?"

"... fuck off."

"Hah. Gotcha."

"Let's just go, yeah?"

Upon reaching the theatre, they found out that due to how late they had booked the tickets, they were seated right at the back and right next to the aisle, which they were initially pretty disappointed with. However, that soon turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

Ten minutes into the film, Ethan let out a muffled yelp. Cedric turned to look. "What?" he whispered.

Ethan's head darted this way and that, but he quickly settled down. "Nothing," he dismissed, and Cedric refocused on the movie. However, it got increasingly hard to pay attention to as Ethan had started to fidget in his seat uncomfortably. He glared at Ethan, who had just managed to pull his attention away from Jane Foster wielding Mjolnir.

"What are you doing?" Cedric hissed, before taking a closer look at Ethan. Ethan's face was pale, his breathing slightly elevated; one hand gripped the armrest with deft, callused fingers, while the other rested over his crotch.

"I don't know," Ethan whispered back, voice betraying just a hint of alarm. "Feels like something's groping me."

"What do you mean? No one's even near you."

"I don't know. It feels like someone's fucking playing with my dick," he breathed.

"What, like some sort of ghost?" Cedric asked skeptically. "Don't be sil-"

"How would you explain this?!"

"Maybe you just wore the wrong underwear... and if it's real, then maybe just enjoy the free handjob?" Cedric said, unimpressed, turning his attention back to the movie. "It's not like your last girlfriend dated you long enough for you to get any action that way anyway," he muttered under his breath.

Not five minutes had gone by before Ethan grabbed his wrist and hissed in his ear, voice now laced with the beginnings of panic. "Cedric, it's trying to get into my butt."

"Nobody cares about your butt, now shut up and let me enjoy Hemsworth's."

"Cedric, this is serious!"

"Okay, now what d-" Cedric's tore his gaze away from the screen and turned to glare at Ethan, but his complaint died on his lips as he saw the state Ethan was in. Ethan was sitting on his left hand, his blue button up shirt half undone; the zipper of his jeans was slowly sliding downwards, revealing his tented gray boxers. As he stared, another one of Ethan's shirt buttons came unfastened, and Ethan's free hand immediately gripped the bottom of his shirt, trying to prevent any more exposure.

"Okay, what the fuck?" Cedric said incredulously.

"Keep it down, please," the lady in front of them admonished as she glanced over her shoulder briefly.

"Sorry," Cedric apologized. To Ethan, he hurriedly whispered, "The fuck is happening?!"

"I don't fucking kn- something just went up my ass! Do something!"

"Okay, okay, do up your shirt first," Cedric advised, "then we'll get out of here." He watched awkwardly as Ethan struggled with his clothing, his erection slowly burrowing its way out of his boxers. Cedric could also feel himself getting aroused, despite the ridiculousness of the situation.

Privately, he couldn't help but think Ethan deserved it, at least on some level. Fucking cocktease.

"The zip won't come up," Ethan said in a nervous whisper.

"What do y-"

"It just won't!" He yanked at it, but it resolutely stayed stuck.

"You can't be fucking se-"

The lady in front of them spun around. "Will you ple-!" She gaped as she saw Ethan's tented boxers, immediately misunderstanding what Ethan was doing. "Boys, I think you'd better leave." The man beside her turned to look as well.

"It's not what it looks like!"

"Leave now, before I call the staff."

More and more heads were turning around to look at them. Deciding that discretion was definitely the better part of valour, the two boys quickly got up and hastily made their way to the exit, Ethan desperately clinging to the front of his jeans with one hand and the bottom of his shirt with the other, their popcorn left behind on the cinema seat.

Cedric walked as quickly as he could out of the cinema, leading a frantic Ethan, whose face was pink as he battled whatever interloper had its grip on his clothes. The mysterious **** was becoming more and more insistent, the back of Ethan's jeans slipping downwards and revealing the top of his crack even as he valiantly struggled to keep them up. Both his hands were now on the denim as his shirt waved about. His shoelaces were coming loose...

"Sorry, excuse me, coming through..." The various passers-by made their displeasure heard as the two boys pushed their way through them, some exclaiming in astonishment as they saw Ethan's shirt flap in his wake. It was lunch hour, and the mall was jam-packed with all sorts of people - families and couples enjoying a weekend afternoon out, students from their college, and even the occasional white collar worker unlucky enough to have to return to work on a Sunday.

Just then, Ethan's luck gave out. Someone trod on his freely flapping laces, and with an exclamation of dismay that made Cedric look back at him, he was sent sprawling. He used his arms to brace himself - and as he fell, his jeans and boxers were finally yanked down, leaving Ethan face-down on on the tiled floor, shirt bunched up behind his shoulders, naked ass in the air. There were audible gasps from the people nearby as they started to give him an increasingly wide berth.

It should be a crime to cover up an ass that fine.

Ethan scrambled to his feet, desperately trying to pull his jeans back up, his rigid member saluting Cedric who couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight. Neither, apparently, could the few dozen people who immediately started to react. There were a few cries of "pervert!", "he's crazy!", and a couple of wolf-whistles. One of the more daring girls in the crowd even reached out to give his butt a slap.

Honestly, it should be a crime for Ethan to have any clothes at all.

"Come on, let's get out of here!" Cedric urged. Ethan, relenting on restoring his dignity for the moment, hobbled out of the door and into the sunlight, his jeans gathered around his ankles like a pair of legcuffs.

Once out of the mall, even the wind conspired to maximize Ethan's embarrassment, coming in strong gusts that uncovered his muscled torso. Cedric, feeling a slightly perverse sense of justice, helped to prolong Ethan's suffering by pretending he had forgotten where the car was parked. Instead of the usual two to three minutes, he'd led an exposed Ethan on a wild goose chase around the carpark, knowing full well that there were a number of people staring. For nearly ten minutes, Ethan was **** to be a grotesque parody of Marilyn Monroe as his shirt relentlessly billowed and his jeans resolutely refused to be returned to his waist. Several onlookers were openly laughing at Ethan's predicament now. A few of them even had their phones out. Cedric eventually "found" the car, but not before Ethan had gathered a small following of girls, who pointed and giggled as they followed him. Well, he wanted to be seen, didn't he? Now he's got an audience, he thought, feeling slightly vindictive.

Cedric unlocked the car doors and shoved Ethan in. Somehow, during Ethan's walk of shame, his shirt had dropped down to his elbows. They were now trapped behind him, which, coupled with his still-erect manhood, made Cedric's own loins stir with desire. Knowing that being seated would make his restraints near impossible to remove, Cedric intentionally did not free Ethan from his shirt before fastening the seatbelt, closing the door, and then hopping into his own seat.

(He might even have pushed the shirt a little lower while loading him onto the car, restricting Ethan's arms even more... but no one else needed to know that.)

He took a couple of seconds before starting the ignition to sneakily enjoy the view.

Oh, to have Ethan bound, naked and hard in front of me... I don't know what the fuck is going on, but... fucking hell, I might need to rub one out soon.

Ethan's abs flexed as he thrashed, his ribcage heaving. "Help, it's - a-a-ah - it's fucking me!" His body, especially his nipples, were pink with welts, as if he was being pinched all over, and his quivering cock was starting to leak. This seems like a repeat of earlier today, Cedric thought.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the group of girls trying to surround the car like a pack of hyenas, so he quickly drove off before they could be penned in. Unfortunately for Ethan, that meant that Cedric was again unable to help release his arms, and as Cedric drove back to the dorm, Ethan lay on the passenger seat, arms stuck behind his back, feet trapped within his jeans, shaft piercing the air, in full view of anyone who came alongside them. Ethan gave off little gasps of unwilling pleasure as he was relentlessly molested, his hips rocking in the seat as precum flowed from the tip of his head.

"Oh my god, are you trying to hump the car seat?!"

"Can't - unh - can't help it!" Ethan cried. "Something in... my ass and... oooh, ooh fuck... why the fuck... does it feel so - a-a-a-ah - good?! I'm not... I don't... stop!"

Fucking hell, I wish I wasn't driving so I could watch this.

Also, crap. I hope I'm not next!

"Don't worry, you're not turning gay or anything," Cedric said offhandedly, sneaking glances at Ethan's naked body from time to time, even as he stepped on the accelerator. "Unless you've suddenly developed a liking for real dicks up your ass, prostate and ass play can be part of any healthy heterosexual relationship."

"Gee, tha - a-ah - thanks," Ethan **** out sarcastically. "How... helpfuuu-u-u-ooooh..."

Well, maybe being next wouldn't be so bad, Cedric mentally amended as Ethan rocked back and forth. Just without the indecent exposure and not while I'm driving. "I mean, I never believed paranormal shit before today, or whatever these things are... or this thing is... existed," Cedric mused. "But if this is what they do... I might just want it to stay around." A brief honk made him look out the passenger window, where in the car next to them, a bunch of guys were gleefully miming blowjobs at them.

"Of... course y-aaaaahhhh..." Whatever Ethan had to say was lost as he released a particularly loud moan, his chest arching forwards and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The audible laughter from the other car faded into the distance as they sped ahead.

"Jesus," Cedric muttered. "I don't think I felt that good that time I got fucked." His lack of relief, coupled with Ethan's earlier teasing, meant that his own jeans had gotten extremely uncomfortable. "Can I just say, aside from the freaky ghost thing, I'm actually a bit jealous?" The thought of jerking or sucking Ethan off just made him feel even hornier. Beside him, Ethan groaned, his abs pushing forwards, his hips rocking, trying desperately to lower his cock enough for it to rub against the chair as he ground against it. Unfortunately for him, there was simply not enough contact, and all it did was smear precum over the leather upholstery.

"... Fucking hell, you're getting prejizz all over my car."

"Fuhhhhh...." Ethan's hands strained for his cock, its root barely within reach, but the shirt kept him tightly bound. His balls were already taut and held close to his body, revealing how close he already was. "Pleeeaaaaaseeee..."

"Ghost not giving you enough attention now?" Cedric snarked, marveling at how absurd that statement sounded. If he'd heard himself say that two days ago, he'd have ridiculed himself. However, with the evidence being right in front of him, there was no way he could deny it.

"Can't... need... help..."

"What, you think I know how to get a ghost out of your ass?"

"Need... help... cum..."

Wait, what?

"Are you... are you asking me... to jerk you off?"

A brief moment of silence, then...

"... please..." came the groaning request.

"Oh my fucking god, you horny bastard." Cedric weighed his options.

On one hand, he still wasn't sure whether he wanted to get involved with a ghost. He didn't know what was tormenting Ethan, he didn't know when it would let Ethan go, he didn't know how to get rid of it, he didn't know whether he could catch it like some sort of disease... before today, he hadn't even been the slightest bit interested in ghosts, or any sort of fiction involving ghosts. He had no idea what they could do, what they were like... was it wise to tempt fate and distract the ghost from whatever it was doing? Would it come after him instead?

Did he really want to start something he had no idea how to stop... if it could even be?

But... well... on the other hand... this was something he'd only ever dreamed of doing. It wasn't as if he could just waltz up to anyone and ask whether they would like to be pleasured... and this wasn't just any other person. This was Ethan.

Ethan, the extremely hot, very sexy athlete that he'd had the luck of sharing his room with.

Ethan, his straight best friend, who he'd certainly fantasized about on multiple occasions and even jerked off to sometimes.

Ethan, who'd just spent ten minutes intentionally being a massive cocktease earlier that morning, knowing EXACTLY what effect he was having on Cedric. Reveling in it, even.

Ethan, who sat there on the passenger seat beside him, naked, bound, extremely horny, and begging for his dick to be touched.

What should I do...?