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A knock on the door to the shack resonated throughout the house, and Stan groaned aloud as the knocking continued insistently. He knew Ford was all the way down in his lab, he sure as hell didn't hear the knock from down there, and so he got up to unlock the door.

He dragged his feet as he walked, the knocking growing more aggressive as he walked up to the door. He swung the door open, the man who had been knocking had been leaning against the door, falling through once it had opened and bumping into Stan's chest.

“Hey paws off, pal-! What are you-” Stan shoved the guy off of him, only then noticing the buckets of cleaning supplies he had brought with him sitting outside of the door.

The memories came flooding back to him, when Ford had urged him to get someone to clean since he said he was “far too busy” and Stan wasn't going to do it himself. The man dusted himself off with a scowl, tilting his head to the side with his brows furrowed and his lips pursed. 

Stan took in his appearance, shoulder length dark brown and blonde straight hair, stylized into a shaggy mullet, kept back by a burnt orange bandana folded in half and tied behind his neck- tanned skin and a slim body with even slimmer legs, just enough muscle on the thighs to where his denim shorts fit snug but not tight- a mustard yellow tank top showing off his pointed collarbones and hugging against his thin waist- white crew socks and finally a pair of blue and white velcro shoes. He looked a little longer before shifting back up to meet his face, snake bite and angel fang piercings on his lips. He looked young, maybe mid twenties at most.

“So you gonna undress me with your eyes, or are you gonna let me in to do the job I'm supposed to get paid for?” he said snarkily and Stan snickered and stepped aside for him to enter.

“You wish.” And although Stan said this, could not deny he was starting to until he snapped him out of his thoughts. He couldn't help that when he found a young man like him attractive he let his mind wander. Maybe he should have worn something baggier if he didn't want to get looked at.

“Name's Bill. I take it you're Ford? Yeesh, this place is a mess.” He rambled, not really caring if Stan answered him as he used two fingers to pick up a banana peel that had been laying on one of the tables in the house. He scrunched up his nose, throwing the peel away in a trash can that was quite literally right beside the table.

“Nope, I'm the cooler version of him.” Stan grinned

“Oh, is that so?” Bill snickered, sounding very unconvinced, and went around the house picking up cans and other trash at almost lightning speed. Stan's grin fell and he rolled his eyes. This guy was lucky he was hot.

Just then, almost like clockwork, Ford emerged from the gift shop, cleaning his glasses with his shirt. He looked up once his glasses were back on his nose, and he stiffened upon seeing the gorgeous man in front of him. Bill looked up from the floor and raised a gloved hand in greeting.

“So there's two Ford's?” Ford cleared his throat after catching his breath, speaking.

“More like two Stan's- uh- you must be Bill! I didn't expect you to be so..” Ford trailed off.

“Pretty?” Bill grinned and Ford felt his face flush. 

“Young..” was what he ended up saying and Bill grinned wider. He licked over his teeth with his tongue and Ford caught sight of the split tongue and a piercing glimmering in the low lighting of the room. He stared for a little too long and Bill chuckled.

“Well- the ad you listed made it seem like you've been in the business for a while.. I expected someone much older.”

Bill let out a ‘snrk’ sound and picked another can off the floor, bending over. Ford looked away immediately, face burning with shame.

“I have been. Started when I was around.. 13? I'm 24 now, so it's been a while.”

“13 is very young, did they even pay you a decent amount of money?” Ford mused, brows raising with intrigue. Bills grin grew even wider.

“Well, sometimes they'd have to pay me in other ways. Let's just put it as gratitude training.” He snickered, and Ford looked at him confused. Stan's brows furrowed slightly at the implications but decided not to dwell on it.

“Anyways, any rooms i should know about that are off limits?” Stan shrugged and walked off, leaving Ford to deal with Bill alone.

“Not at the moment, unless it's my study. But you needn't worry about that, as it is securely hidden away from anywhere you need to clean.” Bill hummed, throwing the last of the trash in a bag and tying it off. He took out his mop and dragged the bucket over to the kitchen, filling it up with water. He already seemed to be in a flow of things and Ford decided to leave him to clean. If he had any questions, he'd be in the living room writing in his journal, just in case.

He must’ve fallen asleep, because it looked a little brighter outside than it did in the early morning hours and his mouth was dry and tacky. He grimaced, sitting up straight in the recliner and rubbing his eyes. He licked his lips and got up to retrieve a glass of water from the kitchen, stopping once he saw Bill on his knees scrubbing at the floor with a brush full of cleaning solution. 

He was on his hands and knees, shirt tied up to show his stomach and sweat glistening on his back and his neck. Ford didn’t blame him, their AC was broken and made the house unbearably hot in the early summer afternoon, but he couldn't help but stare. His eyes trailed lower to Bill’s ass, lightly straining against his denim shorts. His body was moving along with his arm as he scrubbed, and his legs were spread slightly as he worked. 

Ford’s breath hitched and he shifted his pants to make sure that he was hiding his growing arousal. He felt ashamed, face red as he watched Bill work. Bill had noticed a few seconds in that Ford was staring and he grinned. He glanced over his shoulder, putting down the brush and sitting down on his knees. Ford looked away as soon as Bill looked back, and pursed his lips.

“What? You get off to seeing young men on their knees for you? You perverted old man.” He smirked and Ford sputtered, hot and embarrassed. He couldn’t deny that the words turned him on.

“I-”

Bill stood up, going over to Ford and stopping in front of him. He leaned in close, Ford’s breath stopping as Bill’s face inched ever closer.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He whispered, backing away and handing Ford his phone. Ford hadn't even noticed he had taken it from his back pocket. He scrambled to grab the phone, hands shaking. He looked at Bill, unable to speak as he went back to his place on the floor. He continued scrubbing, occasionally looking back at Ford with a grin. He spread his legs a little wider, shifting his body with an arch. 

Ford hands shook as he shamefully raised the phone, almost unable to pull out the camera with how much he was shaking. His dick strained uncomfortably in his pants and he winced, taking the first picture embarrassingly. Bill chuckled, scrubbing the floor one last time before pulling off his gloves and tossing them to the side, standing up again. 

Ford could feel his eyes burn from the shame, and Bill led him to the chair and guided him down. 

“Didn’t think you’d actually do it. What a perv.” He laughed and it made Ford feel even worse. Bill traced Ford’s chest with his fingers, feather-light touches that Ford could feel through his shirt. His touch almost burned, sending shockwaves throughout his body. 

“You like when I call you that, huh? Tell you what a nasty old man you are?” His hands trailed lower and when Ford opened his eyes, Bill was on his knees in front of him. 

“Hm?” He inched closer, resting his head on Ford’s thigh. His dick twitched at how close Bill was, he could even feel his breath on his crotch. 

“Yes- yes- God-” Ford whined and Bill reveled in the way that Ford folded so easily and the power he held over him. He giggled, fingers rubbing circles into Ford’s thighs. They trailed up until he came in contact with the button of his pants, unbuttoning them and unzipping the fly. Ford instinctively placed a hand on Bill’s head and he laughed.

“So eager! Maybe it’d be more fun if I let you wait, huh? Or maybe I’ll just leave you like this and you’ll have to deal with it yourself-”

“No!- No- please-” Ford gasped, Bill palming at Ford’s hardened dick through his jeans. He hummed in response, grinning.

“No? Then what would you like me to do?” He continued to palm him, occasionally applying pressure as he gripped him. Ford bucked his hips into Bill’s hand, breathing labored. 

“Come on, you’re a big boy. Speak up.”

“Please- hah.. I want- I want your mouth on me- fuck-” He shivered, Bill helping him out of his jeans until they pooled around his ankles. He laughed upon seeing the nerdy solar system boxers and Ford’s face burned in shame.

“Since you asked so nicely..” Bill said, licking the tent through Ford’s boxers. Ford jolted, eyes watering as Bill teased him. He placed a few open mouthed kisses onto the hardened mass, sometimes nipping at him through the cloth. He pressed his face into it, licking again. He smelled of musk and a hint of sweat, and Bill inhaled the scent. 

He finally pulled the boxers down, Ford’s hard dick springing out with pre leaking from the tip. Ford sighed as the tension released momentarily, and Bill licked the pre dribbling down the shaft. Ford flinched, letting out an embarrassing sound from his throat at the strange sensation of the piercing and split tongue. Bill chuckled, gripping the base in a circle of his middle finger and thumb as he worked the tip in his mouth. Ford gasped, gripping at Bill’s hair and attempting to buck his hips, only for Bill to push him back down. 

He worked more and more of Ford into his mouth, angel fang piercings scraping against Ford’s dick and sending shockwaves through him. He could feel the ball of Bill’s tongue piercing gliding along the underside of his dick, the two sides of his tongue lapping at his length.

“God- Please, please, please..” Ford whined and Bill chuckled with Ford still in his mouth. The sound made the older man flinch, gripping harder at Bill’s hair. He finally shoved the full length into his mouth and Ford groaned at the feeling of Bill’s throat squeezing against his dick. 

He looked down to see Bill watching him, taking his dick easily as he bobbed his head.

“Fuck, so pretty.. So perfect, so warm-” He rambled, not having had any sexual encounter with anyone other than his hand in years. He was so close already, bucking his hips into Bill’s mouth. Bill allowed him, keeping his head still to allow Ford to fuck his throat. Ford suddenly stood, still gripping at Bill’s hair and locking him in place as he fucked into him. Bill felt tears making their way into his eyes and he blinked them away, the pressure in his throat almost too much. 

Ford let out a few pitiful noises as he got closer, and Bill backed away from his dick to pump it with his hand. Spit was dripping from his lips and down his chin, a trail of saliva connecting his mouth to Ford’s tip as he worked his hand on him. Ford shakily pulled out his phone again, taking a video as he gripped onto the table with his free hand, Bill sticking out his tongue underneath Ford’s leaking cock as he finally came. Bill continued to milk him of the last of his cum, splattering it onto his tongue and face. Ford’s face was red and hot, and he watched as Bill swallowed and licked the rest from Ford’s dick. 

The video was still rolling as Bill wiped the cum from his face and licked his fingers, too, grinning. 

“You’re pathetic. You even decided to record me.” He laughed and Ford blushed. He stopped the recording, legs shaking as Bill helped pull his pants back up. His mouth was still dry, reminding him of what he had originally come into the kitchen for. 

“You gonna let me work now? Or should I strip?” He teased and Ford shook his head.

“Oh god- I sincerely apologize, that was highly unprofessional of me and-”

“Oh, stop it, it’s no big deal.”

“I swear, I’ll pay you extra. I’m so sorry-” 

“Remember what I said about gratitude training?” He laughed and it finally dawned on Ford what he was talking about a few hours ago. He had done this before, he was no beginner to this. Just how many other people had he done this for?

“Relax, I’m almost done anyways. Should take me about another 15 minutes.” He shrugged and went back over to the spot he was cleaning before, washing away the forgotten suds on the ground. Ford stood there speechless before grabbing a cup of water and hurrying out of the room, ashamed. 

He remembered Stan was here too, and cursed himself for being so careless. How could he be so stupid?! 

But.. he didn't regret it, even if he was ashamed. He hadn’t done something like that in years and he was getting tired of using his hand. Maybe..

Maybe he needed Bill to clean here more often..

Not for any other reason, of course. 

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Ford spent the rest of the week with shame brimming in the back of his mind, aimlessly wandering his study when he couldn’t focus on his research. His niece and nephew were coming soon and he couldn’t be caught acting like he did then, not by any means. 

Stan noticed something was off, but decided not to dwell on it, too busy with his own things. The next week came, and Stan told Ford that Bill was coming to clean the house again. Ford immediately said he had matters to attend to outside and packed his stuff for a hike, leaving Stan alone. Stan thought it was odd, but just figured it was his brother being strange as per usual. 

Bill knocked on the door only a few minutes after Ford had left and Stan called out that the door was open. Bill walked in a few seconds later with the same supplies and set them down, today in a rusty orange cropped tank top and yoga shorts with stripes down the sides. They were stretchy and hugged his legs even tighter than the denim shorts did when he was here last time, and he was already sweating as he pushed back his hair with another bandana. His eyes shifted down from his face for a moment to see the faint outline of nipple piercings and he clenched his jaw.

“Sorry I’m late, I had to do a quick favor for someone.” He almost snickered at his own words and Stan raised a brow as to what the ‘favor’ was.

“Eh, it’s fine, not much to clean up this time anyways.” He shrugged, eyes still on Bill’s scarred thighs. He found himself licking his lips slightly and Bill grinned.

“Man you two are both a bunch of pervs, huh?” He shifted legs, hand resting on his hip as he laughed.

“What?”

“Your brother was totally ogling me last week. He almost made a move on me.” He lied smoothly. He didn’t want Stan to know he sucked his brother off just yet.

“Seriously?”

“Yep. Caught him sneaking a picture of me.” He grinned wider and Stan‘s eyes widened.

“You’re kidding!” Bill shook his head. He could see the jealously prodding at Stan’s features, some amusement. 

“If I had known I’d be in a house full of dirty old men, maybe I would have worn less clothes.” He joked, laughing. Stan”s face turned slightly pink and he snickered.

“As if I’d wanna see that.”

“You’re staring at my ass.” Stan looked up. So he was.

“If you want me to strip, just tell me. Don’t be a little bitch like your brother.” He cackled and Stan rolled his eyes with a small grin. He wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea of seeing Bill naked, but still it seemed unethical to tell him to strip when Ford could be back at any moment.

“I’ll think about it.” He chuckled and Bill shrugged, picking up his supplies and beginning to clean.

“Offer still stands! Just call it, old man!” He called out from another room and Stan’s face scrunched up.

“God, don’t call me that!”

“What, would you prefer Silver Fox?” He asked upon peeking his head out from a doorway to look at Stan.

Stan rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, just don’t call me old.” Stan finished, sitting down in his recliner and turning on the TV. 

He watched old reruns of a few of his favorite shows for a while until it got oddly quiet. He looked around for a moment, not seeing Bill anywhere close by. He got up and looked around for a moment, finding Bill in the kitchen and wiping down the countertops. He was hunched over the counter, spraying something that smelled like lemons onto the surface and wiping it away with a small towel. 

Stan got a clear view of Bill’s ass, and then back to the offer Bill had made earlier. Had he been serious? He stepped closer instinctively, dick slightly twitching at the thought of Bill naked and cleaning for him. His mind flickered to the outline of the nipple piercings he saw through Bill’s short earlier. Where else was he pierced? Did he have body modifications anywhere else?

Soon enough he found himself directly behind Bill, who seemingly didn’t see or hear Stan walk up to him. He sure as hell felt when Stan grabbed his hips and pressed his dick against his ass though. Stan’s hands brushed over another set of piercings on his hips and his dick twitched. 

Bill gasped and Stan idly wondered if he had come off too strong, or if he misread the whole situation. His thoughts were proved wrong, however, when Bill pressed back, shuddering and looking behind him. He still gripped the towel in his hand, letting out a small moan as he pressed back into Stan again.

“Fuck, finally decided on- Ah!” Bill’s snarky comment was cut short as Stan ground against him, grabbing the back of his neck and bending him over to press his face into the cold countertop roughly.

“Do you ever shut up?” Stan grimaced, squeezing Bill’s neck slightly. Bill swallowed thickly and Stan could feel his throat moving as it constricted. 

“Why don’t you make me, pervert?” Stan pressed harder down on his neck, hearing a wheeze from the brunette as he tore his shorts down in one go. His eyes widened as he saw a pair of pink frilly panties with lace and bows, a very obvious wet spot in between Bill’s legs. Did he always wear things like this when working?

“You like ‘em? I was hoping someone would get to see them today.” He wheezed out, wiggling his hips slightly and spreading his legs. 

“Shut up and keep cleaning, slut.” Stan grumbled, unbearably hard in his sweatpants. Bill shuddered and did as he was told, scrubbing at the counter with his head still pressed into the wood. He couldn't help but whine as Stan parted the panties to the side, his dick twitching at the sight of Bill’s wet cunt. It was a surprise, but an insatiably pleasant one at that.

He put them back in place to Bill’s confusion, only for Stan to take his hardened cock out and rub it against the already soaked fabric. Bill gasped, unable to focus on cleaning as Stan prodded at his entrance through the cloth. He hadn't met many men that were as demanding as Stan, especially ones that made him weak and not the other way around. Ford had been a prime example of most of the guys he had hooked up with, so Stan was a nice change of pace. 

“Jeez, put it in already!” He complained and Stan smacked his ass hard. Bill yelped and felt more fluids gushing out of him.

“I said shut up and keep cleaning. You’re so impatient for someone who probably gets railed on the daily.” Bill blushed at the slight call out. It wasn’t his fault that everyone was a bad fuck! They were all mediocre at best. Instead of talking back, he clamped his mouth shut, feeling tears well up in his eyes as he continued to wipe down the counter. 

“What? Did that hurt your feelings?” He laughed and now Bill felt like it was just cruel. He didn't complain, though, thoroughly enjoying being belittled like this. 

“You want daddy to make you feel better?” He teased and Bill whined, still feeling Stan sliding his hard cock against him. He slapped him on the ass again, earning another yelp and a hiss. He blinked away more tears, body shaking with anticipation and excitement. 

“We need to teach you some manners, first, so what’s the magic word?” Stan grinned, rubbing the sore spot on Bill’s ass gently as he tapped his dick against Bill’s clothed cunt. Bill squeezed his eyes shut, it wasn't often that he begged, but he was getting desperate. 

“God- Please, please, please..-” He pleaded, rocking his hips back to try and gain some more friction. 

“What else?” Stan gripped onto his hips and stopped him from moving any more, leaving Bill’s cunt throbbing and clenching down on nothing.

“Please, daddy- I need it-” He whined, face an embarrassing shade of red. The fucked part was that Stan was probably old enough to actually be his dad, and he found that even hotter rather than off-putting. Stan bit his lip, pulling Bill’s panties aside once more and sliding himself between Bill’s folds. Bill moaned, coating Stan’s cock thoroughly in slick. 

“Good girl.” Stan replied, and fuck, if that didnt just awaken something in Bill that he didnt know was there. He had never really cared about his gender, or what he presented as, he just didn't really favor being called a girl until this very moment. Stan slipped inside without warning, forcing his full length inside with one push. Bill cried out, gripping onto the countertop and gritting his teeth. He was big, stretching and filling Bill up just enough to be painful in all the right ways. 

“Oh, God - Stanley-” He huffed out and Stan smacked his ass again, setting a brutal pace.

“Try again, slut.”

“Fuck- Daddy, sorry-” Bill managed to get out through his moans, blubbering and unable to form actual words as he was fucked silly. Stan let go of his neck and grabbed his bandana, sliding it off his head and gripping it when it caught around Bill’s throat. Bill let out a choked sob as Stan forced him up against his chest, tugging at the bandana and cutting off Bill’s airway. He reached his free hand underneath Bill’s shirt, his earlier suspicions being deemed right when he felt the ball of one of Bill’s nipple piercings on his fingers. He thumbed over Bill’s nipple, keeping Bill’s body close as he fucked into him. 

Bill’s back arched in Stan’s grasp, and he pressed a hand down to his stomach, feeling Stan moving inside of him. He was sobbing as Stan was thrusting, hiccupping and attempting to breathe through the grip on his neck. He gasped out, moans and whines leaving his lips as he reached his other hand back to feel the back of Stan’s head. He dug his fingers into his hair, lightly tugging, only for Stan to pinch his nipple extra hard at the action. Bill yelped, panting harshly any time he had a little bit of air. 

“Finally fucking quiet. I like you better this way.” Stan groaned out, still moving in and out brutally. His thrusts became sloppy as Bill clenched down on him, cumming and crying out. Tears were running down his face, along with the spit that fell from his lips. Stan let go of the bandana to grab onto Bill’s hips, thrusting harder and hearing the wet slap of skin hitting each other. He groaned and Bill could feel him impossibly deep inside of him, hitting his cervix relentlessly. 

“Fuck! Daddy, breed me -” Bill sobbed, cumming again from the overstimulation. He clenched down on Stan one final time and he came, too, filling Bill to the brim with a groan. He rode out his orgasm, some of his spunk leaking out of Bill’s cunt and dripping down his legs. Stan panted, still holding onto Bill’s hips, which were probably going to bruise later, and recovering from possibly  the hardest he had ever cum in his life. 

“Shit.. sorry.” Stan muttered, pulling out with a slick pop. Bill giggled, spreading himself and feeling more of Stan’s cum oozing out of him. Stan blushed at the sight, and even more so when Bill swiped a finger over his cum soaked thigh and licked it off of his fingers. He stared at Stan directly as he did so, curling his tongue over his digits as he licked them clean. If Bill didn’t stop now Stan was sure he’d be fucking Bill over the counter for the next few hours. 

He tucked himself back into his sweatpants before he did something stupid, (what could possibly be more stupid than what he had done already?) and cleared his throat.

“Do you need to use the shower or..” Stan trailed off, looking away from Bill’s dripping cunt. Bill giggled and brushed his hair out of his sweatied face.

“A shower would be nice. Care to join me?” Stan felt his dick twitch just thinking about the offer and Bill grinned wider. What would he look like, sopping wet with water gliding over his thin body, pushing his wettend hair out of his face as he scrubbed himself clean with a wash rag? Stan knew he’d look beautiful, that’s for sure.

“Ah. Can’t.. Ford could be here soon so, y’know.” He shrugged and Bill mimicked the action.

“Suit yourself, daddy .” He grinned, and Stan pulled up his shorts and shoved him to the bathroom.

“Shut up.”

As he shoved a towel at him through the crack, he shut the door just as quickly and rested his back against the wood. 

He needed to get his shit together before Ford found out. The last thing he wanted was his brother to know he was having an affair with their goddamn cleaner, especially since he was so young.