requested by Izzywilsonx_

Eddie, Ben, and Bill had agreed to help Stan clean out his closet so he could pack for college. They arrived a few minutes before 6, the blonde giving them food in appreciation.

After they had all eaten their snack, they moved to the blonde's room to begin cleaning. They were making quick work of working out what Stan wanted to keep and wanted to throw away or donate to Georgie.

Now, they were on shirts, Stan looking at them and deciding the same fate as the other things. Ben picked up a black shirt, unfolding it to see 'My Chemical Romance' printed in white letters across it.

The chubbier male remembered Bill and Richie talking about said band when they went to their concert a few years ago. He thought maybe Bill had left it one night when they had a sleepover or hung out.

He assumed it was Bill's cause Stan would never accept a piece of clothing from Richie and he just didn't like the band. "Hey Bill, here's your rock shirt." He said, reaching out a hand to the auburn haired male.

"That's not-"

"That's mine! It's mine." Stan rushed, grabbing the shirt and holding it to his chest. All three males looked to the blonde in confusion, knowing he never showed interest in the band. He would always criticize the singing and just saying how he thought the band was just bad in general.

Bill looked over at his friend and smiled. "You kept the shirt I gave you?" He asked, a blush dusting his cheeks. "Yeah. It means a lot to me." Stan then pulled the shirt away from his chest and looked at it, his own smile forming on his lips.

Bill then thought for a second, his smile faltering. "But you never wear it." Eddie pointed out, his eyebrows knitting together. "I wear it all the time." He argued, only being met with more confused looks.

"As pajamas." He clarified through a laugh.

After that, they went back to sorting, finishing with shoes. Stan thanked Ben and Eddie as they left to go home. Stan was back in his room, folding some shirts, when Bill stood from his spot on the floor and walked over to him.

"Do you really wear my shirt?" He asked, watching as Stan stopped folding the clothes. "Of course I do. It's one of my favorite things you've ever gotten me. Just knowing you thought of me while you were having the time of your life means a lot."

Bill smiled back at the blonde, Scratching his own neck and laughing dryly. "I'm glad you liked it."

Stan picked up the shirt and placed it on the edge of his bed, away from the other clothes on the floor. Bill sat on the bed and looked up at Stan, him standing between his legs. He moved so he was now straddling Bill's thighs, cupping his face with both hands.

Bill moved his hands so he was holding the blonde's hips and looked into his baby blue eyes. "I love you." Stan whispered, a smile coming to Bill's face at the words. "I love you too." He answered, moving forward and catching his lips in a sweet kiss.

Stan smiled into the kiss and ran his fingers through the hair on the nape of Bill's neck. His lip got nipped at as Bill tried to open his plump lips.

Stan pulled away from Bill and softly pushed him back so he was laying on his back and left his hands on his chest. Bill rubbed from the blonde's hips up to his ribs and back down to their starting base.

Stan gave a loving smile and began rocking back and forth over Bill's cock, feeling it begin to strain against his jeans. "Fuck kitten, just like that." Bill moaned, moving his hands to get the grinds harder.

Stan leaned down and connected their lips together as he began panting from the friction of his own hard cock. "Stop teasing, I wanna fuck you," Bill groaned out, feeling Stan nod.

The smaller male slid off his lover's lap and stood in front of him, Bill sitting on the edge. Stan grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it over his head, pulling his shorts off shortly after. Bill stood along with Stan and stripped himself.

When they were both naked, Stan walked to the edge of the bed and picked up the black fabric, slipping it over his head.

Bill felt his cock twitch in excitement at the sight of his lover standing there, thighs on full display. He surged forward and grabbed the smaller one by his thighs, whispering a quick 'jump' in his ear.

Stan followed the instructions and wrapped his legs around Bill's waist as he was lifted and pushed roughly against the wall. The two came together again in another heated kiss filled with tongue, teeth and small nips here and there.

Bill pulled away, moving his kisses down to Stan's clear neck, licking a and sucking to mark him up. He felt Stan's smaller hands grip his hair and tighten as he bit his sweet spot. "Do you have lube, kitten?"

Stan nodded and wiggled out of Bill's grip to walk over to his dresser, opening the top drawer, pulling out the small bottle and walking back to Bill. "Do you need prep?" Bill asked, watching Stan crawl onto the bed.

"No, I fingered myself earlier." Stan admitted. Bill nodded, and crawled onto the bed between the blonde's spread legs. Stan's head was laid on the pillows right against his headboard with his shirt pushed up to his chest.

Bill put some lube into his hand, gripping his own cock and stroking it a few times. He braced himself on his elbow right next to Stan's head as he pushed into his tight and warm hole.

Stan let out breathy moans as Bill's large cock filled him inch by inch, stretching him further than his own fingers could. Stan rubbed up Bill's chest and to his shoulders, a sweet gesture meant as a silent praise.

The touch had Bill melting into a puddle. The touch had become a reassurance thing for both boys, always loving and intimate.

They had shared tender touches with each other ever since they met, never even thinking it would lead to this. Bill would tap Stan's hip right above his pants and Stan would give a shoulder rub in response.

Bill slowly pulled out of Stan, who whined at the feeling, and pushed back in at a faster pace. Stan arched off the bed at the harshness, Bill smirking and repeating the action.

"Bill, faster please, feel so good inside me." Stan begged, giving a rushed praise after. Bill put his head in the blonde's neck, groaning lowly as he grabbed Stan's leg and lifted it over his shoulder.

Bill's hand moved to the front of Stan's thigh, gripping it tightly as he felt his pulse around himself. Stan nearly screamed as his prostate was hit almost immediately with the new angle.

The blonde gripped Bill's shoulders tightly, the tender touch becoming harsh with his oncoming orgasm. Stan was on cloud fucking 9 as he was fucked into the best he's ever had.

Between packing and studying he was never able to visit his lover, never able to destress in the best way he could. Even if he did have free time his mother would ask him to go out with her, and who was he to deny the sweet lady?

"B-bill, please keep going, let me cum, fuck." Stan begged, feeling his cock rub against Bill's abs roughly, drawing his orgasm closer. Bill pulled his face out of Stan's neck and smirked.

He looked Stan in the face as he gave a few harsh thrust. "Cum for me kitten. Let me see you paint your chest with your cum like the little whore you are." Bill teased, kissing him deeply.

Stan moaned into his lover's mouth as he arched up again, his stomach meeting Bill's. They dethatched as Stan screamed out, cum spurting over his stomach and thigh.

Bill moaned at the sight, cumming inside the other and slowing his movements. He offered a few more thrust to ride out his high even if Stan was whimpering from overstimulation.

The auburn haired male pulled out carefully, laying next to the other after. He reached over to the half asleep blonde and pulled him into his chest.

"I love you so much, Stan." He whispered into the blonde's ear kissing his cheek after. Stan smiled at the action and kissed Bill's chest in appreciation.

He felt a small tap on his hip, making him rub up Bill's chest like he did moments before. "I love you too, Bill. Please don't leave tonight, I need you." He said, feeling tears prick in his eyes.

The thought of him leaving finally settling in. The thought that he was actually going to be leaving his home, the only place he really ever knew.

Bill shushed the sniffling male and hugged him tighter. "Trust me kitten, I'm not going to leave you no matter what."

Stan nodded, still feeling unsure. "And plus," Bill started, lifting Stan's head so they were looking in each other's eyes. "My application to NYU got accepted this morning."

Stan gasped at the news, the building tears finally falling down his cheeks. "You're fucking serious?!" He yelled, hugging Bill tightly as he nodded.

"I fucking love you Bill." He said, getting pulled into another soft kiss after, running his hand up to his jawline.

"I love you too, baby. Always and forever." He said, repeating his action on the hip tap.

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i did it-- i actually did a rewrite,, are you proud yet??