Stan was tired of it.

Richie was the leader of a mafia gang that was set in Derry. Of course Stan knew about it when he started dating the guy, but he hadn't anticipated that it would be so stressful.

Don't get him wrong, he loved Richie to no extent, but he was difficult.

When they were alone he was so cuddly and loving that Stan just couldn't let him go.

He loved those days, just sitting at home with Stan wrapped up in one of Richie's sweaters and the taller one hugging him close to his chest.

Right now the gang was in the middle of a meeting. They had these every week just to make sure that things were going smoothly for them.

Stan usually stayed in his room while they had a meeting but today he was feeling lonely.

Sometimes Eddie or Bill would come to hang out with him, but they had a report to give so they were out.

He grabbed one of Richie's hoodies and slipped it over his smaller frame.

He walked down the hall of his room and into the large basement that the meeting was being held in.

He walked through the crowd of people and went up to Richie, who was sitting at a table, and got his attention.

Richie smiled at the male and placed him in his lap with his chest pressed against Stan's back.

The couple stayed like that for a while. Obviously everyone knew about the two's relationship.

Things were going good for the couple until a member walked up.

Rich promptly pushed Stan out of his lap, gently, and turned his attention to the other guy.

When they finished talking, Stan tried to get back in his lover's lap, but Richie ignored him.

"Richie. Let me sit in your lap." Stan said, trying to get the leader to let him back.

Richie looked up at Stan with an almost annoyed expression. " I can't Stan. I need to do something.

Stan hated this part of the relationship. Anytime someone even glanced at the pair Richie would pull away from Stan like he was the hottest thing to ever exist.

Stan took a deep breath to keep from yelling at the other. He walked back over to Richie and tries to at least hold his hand.

Richie grabbed Stan's hips. "Not now Stan. I'm busy." That was it.

Stan reached his arm back and slapped Richie across the face.

Everyone in the room got quiet and looked at the pair in the front.

Richie grabbed his cheek and looked up at Stan with a dumbfounded expression.

"Fuck you Richie! You always fucking do this and I'm tired of it!" Stan yelled, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

He turned and walked out of the basement and into his room shared with Richie.

He laid down on his side of the bed and curled up in a ball. He grabbed Richie's pillow and cuddled it close.

Tears kept falling down his face until he was asleep.

Richie sat in his chair, looking at the door Stan had stormed out of.

"We're gonna go," Eddie started as he walked up to Richie. When he got close enough he leaned down to whisper in the leader's ear.

"And you're gonna fix what you did." He then grabbed Ben's hand and walked out with the others following him.

Richie waited for the room to clear out before standing up and going to his room.

When he saw Stan his heart shattered. Stan laid with his pillow tight in his hold and tear streaks still prominent on his face.

He took off his shirt before sliding into bed behind the sleeping blonde.

He wrapped his arms around Stan's waist and pulled him closer.

The blonde stirred slightly before relaxing into the warmth behind himself.

Richie placed a few soft kisses up and down Stan's neck, Stan whining quietly at the action.

"Baby wake up." Richie whispered. Stan turned over and placed his head on Richie's chest.

"I'm awake and still pissed." Stan mumbled, still tired.

Richie hugged Stan closer and kissed his forehead. "I'm sorry I pushed you like that." Richie apologized.

He always did that. Think it was only that one thing for that one time, but it's not.

It's everything for everytime. Every push, everytime he let go of his hand, every single time he says they're just friends.

Stan pushed Richie away and got out of bed. "It's not just that Richie. It's everything you've done. Ever since you became the leader of this gang you've been dejecting me like I'm nothing." Stan ranted.

Richie stood from the bed and walked over to the pacing male.

Richie grabbed Stan's hands and kissed his knuckles. "I am so sorry that I did that you. I was just worried that if people saw us they wouldn't respect me as much." Richie admitted.

Stan looked down at the ground and sniffled quietly. "I just want you to hold me Rich."

The words came out as sad and broken. Richie was quick to pull his lover into a strong hug.

"Everything I do is for you. I haven't seen my family in 6 months because I chose you." Stan cried into Richie's chest.

Richie felt like a complete ass. Knowing that he caused his boyfriend so much pain made him feel useless.

"I wish I could say something that could make this better, but I can't." Richie pulled away from Stan and walked to his dresser.

He pulled put a small black box and walked back over to the blonde.

"I was gonna wait till next month, but I feel like you need this now." Richie grabbed Stan's hand before kneeling on his left knee.

"Stan, I've known you for 7 amazing years and dated you for 5. I regret all those times I pushed you away and made you feel less than what you are."

Stan gasped as Richie opened the box to exposed a silver ring with a medium sized diamond in the middle.

The blonde was at a loss for words because this is the ring Stan said he wanted when they were just 14.

"So please, Stan Elizabeth Uris,"

"That's not my middle name.."

"Will you marry me?" Richie asked.

Stan nodded his head and watched Richie slip the ring on his finger.

Stan then pulled him into a firm and sweet kiss.

Richie backed him up till they were laying on the bed, Richie above Stan.

Richie slipped his tongue in Stan's lips as he grinded down on his bulge.

Stan moaned and gasped into the kiss as their actions continued.

"What do you want me to do with you? Tell me and I'll do it." Richie halted his hips and let the smaller one breath.

"I just want you to make love me, Rich. Nothing too rough, nothing too soft." Stan sighed and cupped Richie's face.

The curly haired male smiled and dipped back down to catch Stan's soft lips in another heated kiss.

Stan lifted up his shirt and let it go onto the ground, Richie doing the same with his own.

They gripped each other and came together to feel hot skin against their own.

"Please Richie, don't make me wait any longer." Stan whined as the taller one teasingly kissed down his stomach to his shorts he was wearing.

"Be patient, little one. I'm gonna give you what you asked for." Richie said as he pulled Stan's pants and underwear down in one tug.

A soft gasp left Stan's lips as the cold air hit his semi hard cock.

"So good for me little one." Richie whispered between kisses he placed on Stan's inner thigh.

Stan moaned quietly at the light kisses trailing down his body. The loving nature of Richie was shown though them without the other to say anything.

A loud moan filled the room when Richie took all of Stan's dick in his mouth.

"Richie, baby, just like that. Oh fuck." Stan whispered out to the other one.

Richie liked up Stan's cock and nipped at the tip, the pain sending a large wave of pleasure through the blonde.

Soon after a stream of warm cum filled Richie's mouth.

"You taste so good little one." Richie gave one last kiss to Stan's tip and went back to his face.

The two shared a long and tongue filled kiss before pulling away and looking into each other's eyes.

"Put your head on the pillows baby. I'm gonna fuck you nice and hard."

Stan moaned at the thought of Richie's cock filling him up.

He crawled backwards and laid with his legs spread for the taller one.

The black haired lover made sure to lube up his cock before putting his arm son either side of Stan's head.

"I love you so much Richie." Stan whispered through a gasp as Richie pushed in his hole.

"I love you too Little one, and I want you to feel that everyday I'm with you." Richie kissed the blonde's neck and sucked a hickey as he began thrusting in and out.

"Oh fuck Richie! Hit it again, please Daddy!" Stan was so caught up in the pleasure in his body that he let anything slip out of his mouth.

Richie kept thrusting into Stan, but it was harder now.

"Say that again baby." Richie groaned into Stan's ear.

Stan began letting out a stream of 'Daddy' as Richie fucked into him harder and faster.

"Daddy, I'm coming." Stan moaned as he felt his stomach flutter with that familiar feeling.

"Hold it for me baby. Cum with me, okay?" Richie asked, knowing Stan would agree.

Sure enough, the blonde nodded his head as a 'yes'.

"Cum baby, cum with Daddy."

The feeling was euphoric. Stan was screaming in pure ecstasy as his cum painted his and Richie's stomach.

The two stayed close as they caught their breath and rode out their highs.

Richie grabbed a plug from their night stand and carefully pushed it in after he pulled out.

The two cuddled together, chest to chest, lips connected in soft pecks.

"I'm sorry Stan. I really do love you, so much." Richie said after pulling Stan closer to his chest.

"I love you too, baby."

The two then closed their eyes and went to sleep feeling overly loved.