Stan sat at the table of the cafeteria, slowly nibbling on his sandwich his mom packed before sending him off. He watched as a few kids played outside, screaming and laughing as they ran around.

He was suddenly snapped out of his trance when a hand quickly reached into his lunchbox and rummaged around. His eyes trailed up the arm and met large blue eyes looking down at him through his thick rimmed glasses.

The bigger boy looked up at Stan, blue meeting blue, and gave a big and obnoxious smile. Stan noticed his front tooth was missing, giving the boy a dopey-er look than he already did. "Hey, is it okay if I have this?"

Stan's red apple was being held in the ravenette's dirty hands. "Sure, what's your name?" Stan asked, taking another bite out of the sandwich. The taller boy smiled and took a seat next to Stan, wiping the apple on his shirt.

"My name's Richard. What 'bout you?" Richard asked, taking a large bite out of the apple. Stan grimaced slightly at the juice that squirted in his direction, but ultimately let it go. "My name's Stanley, but my Mommy calls me Stan."

The other boy nodded, swallowing the apple he had been chewing on. "I don't have a second name. Can you give me one?" The taller boy's eyes glistened with hope as he looked over at his, hopefully, new friend.

Stan tilted his head to the side and nodded. He looked over Richard and thought of many names he thought would be cute. "Chee." Stan decided, a cute smile washing over his face.

"Chee?" Richard asked, his nose wrinkling in the middle. Stan gave an affirmative nod, a giggle coming after. Richie sighed and gave a smile back. "Well, I wanna call you Bubba."

Stan nodded, smiling at Chee as he took the final bite of his lunch.

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"Chee, I swear to fuck, I will hurt you if you don't fall before I can." Stan threatened, watching his friend climb up a tree. A cat sat at the edge of the branch, meowing as if it was gonna die if it didn't get down.

Richie looked down at the blonde and scoffed before scooting more up the branch. "I'll be fine Bubba. And if I do fall, I'll have a sexy guy to take care of me." Richie winked, Stan's face dusting with a bright blush.

He looked back up as Richie was grabbing the black fur ball and cradling it in his arms. He carefully shuffled down the branch, jumping off when he was close enough to the ground.

The taller teen looked down at the blonde as he approached, a smile gracing both of their faces. "See," Richie started, looking down at the cat and scratching it's head.

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"I told you I had it." Richie finished, showing Stan the notebook the blonde had left after a sleep over.

"Thank goodness. Thank you Chee, I was gonna bomb this test without it." Stan exaggerated, flipping through the pages and looking back at Richie.

"Sure thing, Bubba." Richie smiled, walking with Stan down the hall and out the exit. They walked slowly down the sidewalk, going to Richie's house. The pair were known to hang out at each other's house, their parents pretty much expecting the other to follow tow when they come home.

Upon arrival the Tozier house Richie opened the door and held it for the smaller teen to walk in. Stan looked at the floor as a fluffy black cat walked through his legs. "Hey Salt. Such a pretty boy." Stan cooed, bending down to pet the cat.

Maggie walked into the living room and smiled at the two. Richie looked away from Stan and to his mother. "Hey Mom, where's dad?" He questioned, Stan standing up and walking with Richie so they were closer to Maggie.

"He's talking to the housing people for NYU. They wouldn't stop calling, so he decided to answer for you." She explained, missing the confused face she received from Stan.

Richie felt his eyes widen at the mention of the college, knowing he didn't say anything to Stan. He hadn't said anything to any of his friends.

"Uh, yeah. Tell him I said 'Thank you'. Stan and I are gonna go upstairs and..." He glanced over at the blonde who's mouth was slightly agape. His eyes were staring questioningly at his friend and his eyebrows were knit together. "talk."

Once the two got to Richie's room the air was tense. Stan was standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed and face angled towards the ground. Richie was sat on his bed, hands fisting the sheets to occupy himself. Neither boy spoke, knowing nothing could defuse the situation.

Finally, Stan spoke. "You got into NYU and you didn't tell me?"

Richie noticed the streaks going down his face and began to panic. Small sniffles suddenly filled the room as Stan began crying a little harder. "I didn't think it was so important to you-"

"Of course it is, Richie! I can't believe you wouldn't tell me." Stan sobbed, wiping his eyes and trying to stop himself from crying more. It was hard, though, to not cry when your best friend doesn't tell you he's going to New York in a few months.

"Why are you being so serious? You're acting like it's the end." Richie sighed. He wasn't upset, more just confused as to why Stan was making this such a big deal. Sure, he was leaving, but they could still talk.

"Cause maybe it is. I don't want to lose you, Chee!" Stan argued, watching Richie slowly lose his composure.

"You're not gonna lose me." Richie shot back, noticing the small amount of uncertainty in his own words.

"You don't know that!"

"And you do?"

"Yes, I know you're gonna leave me and I can't accept that."

"So what if I do?" Richie stoop from the bed and took a few steps closer to his friend. "Why not, huh? Why can't you just let me go, Stan?"

"Cause I love you and you're too blind to see that. And maybe you love me too and we're both stupid and blind, but right now isn't the time for "what if"s and "maybe"s. Right now is time I tell you." Stan grabbed the other's hand and pulled him so they were standing with only a few feet between them.

Richie went to touch the blonde with his other hand, trying to calm him down. "Stan-"

"No, I have to tell you now or I never will." He took a deep breath and looked up at the curly haired teen.

"I love you, Richie. I've loved you since you put your gruby little 1st grade hand in my lunch box and asked me if you can have my apple. I've loved you since you kissed my knee when I would fall off my bike as you thought me how to ride it. I've loved you for years and then you turn and get accepted into a college hours away and I can't stand the thought of you finding anyone else. Of them getting to touch you, getting to kiss you and hug you, and love you, because they aren't me." Stan finished, feeling hot tears stream faster down his face.

"Bubba, I- I-" Richie started, watching as Stan nodded and wiped his eyes again with his sweater sleeve, which was actually Richie's.

"You don't have to say anything. You can just forget this ever happened, " Stan said, faking a smile and trying to let go of his hand and walk out of his room.

Richie was quick to grab his arm and pull him back. "You don't get to just confess to me and leave, it's not fair for me not to speak my piece." Richie argued, looking to the slightly red eyes of the blonde.

Stan shook out of Richie's grip and moved away as if Richie burned him. "I know what you're gonna say and I can only handle one heartbreak at a time." Stan explained, wiping the tears before they could get past his red cheeks.

Despite Stan's words, Richie was sure to speak before he watched Stan walk out.

"I love you too, and not in the brotherly way, but in the way of me wanting to be in a relationship with you. I want you so bad you don't understand. I loved you since you gave me my second name, I loved you since you yelled at me to get out of the tree to save Salt. I love you so much, words can not express it all. I want you so bad, Bubba."

Richie then grabbed Stan by his arms and kissed him. The blonde was quick to cup the taller's face and pull his body closer.

Richie moved his hands down Stan's arms and snaked to his back. Their tongues slid against one another, Stan shuddering at the feeling.

"Hey boys, Went and I are going to dinner. There are leftovers in the fridge." Maggie called through the door. Richie was quick to pull away from the shorter one and nod.

"O-okay, Mom. Have fun." He called back, feeling his chest heave up and down. A small laugh came from the woman before she spoke again.

"Your father and I have condoms in the night stand. Wrap it before tap it, son." She laughed, hearing the embarrassed groan come from her son.

Stan put a hand over his mouth as he laughed at the phrase. "They're so embarrassing." Richie sighed, leaning forward and kissing Stan's neck after.

"It's cute, how embarrassed you get." Stan commented, Richie moving so he was looking into Stan's eyes again. "You know what would be cuter?" He asked, his lip being sucked between his slightly crooked teeth.

Stan's head tilted to the side, asking a silent question. "If you striped and got on my cock for me."

The blonde let out a small whine at the confession, feeling butterflies erupt into his stomach. "Y-yeah." Stan stuttered, pulling away from Richie and slowly beginning to rid himself of his clothes.

The taller teen watched intently as his best friend took off article after article of clothing till he was naked in the middle of his room. By then, Richie was sitting on the edge of his bed, shirt off with his legs spread for the blonde to shuffle between.

"Come here, baby boy."

The blonde shuffled forward, wrapping his arms around Richie's neck when he was close enough. "You're so beautiful. You're body is perfect in every way, baby." Richie praised, letting his hand wonder to Stan's back, slowly making it's way to his ass.

His slender fingers slowly slipped between the other's cheeks, an audible gasp leaving the smaller one's lips.

"The noises you make are so wonderful, Bubba. I want to hear you moan my name so loud that the neighbors know who I am." Richie whispered, pushing his middle finger hurriedly into his lover.

Stan moaned at the sudden intrusion, his body instinctively recoiling into Richie's chest. He lifted his leg as Richie's unoccupied hand ran down the back of his thigh,, lifting the appendage to straddle his hips.

Stan's other leg wasn't long to follow, the blonde moaning at the change in position, grinding down of Richie's single finger.

"Richie, please, put more." Stan whined, letting his head connect with the other's shoulder.

A deep chuckle left the ravenette as he listened to Stan unfold before him. "So needy already, baby. I only have one finger in you and you're already practically drooling."

The teasing words emitted a whine from Stan as a second finger was pushed in next to the first.

His head raised off Richie's shoulder, his eyes looking over the other's face. Their lips met in a sloppy kiss, the taller teen swallowing Stan's soft moans.

Richie's fingers curled and pumped as he opened up the smaller one. "Please Chee. I'm so ready for your cock to be in me, please."

The soft begs had Richie suppressing a moan of his own. He pulled his fingers out and shuffled back on the bed so his back was against the headboard, Stan still secure in his lap.

"Reach into the nightstand give me the lube and a condom." Richie ordered, Stan following immediately.

His small hands dug through the cluster of charging cables and loose papers that were shoved carelessly into the drawer. He made a mental note to clean it, but not now. Defiantly not now.

Eventually, he found both objects needed and placed them gently next to the other teen.

"Thank you baby boy." Richie thanked, kissing Stan quickly after. He made quick work of undoing his pants just enough for his length to slip out, showing to be longer than Stan anticipated.

The blue eyed blonde watch intently as Richie slid the latex over his cock. Next, squirting lube onto his palm and lazily stroking himself to coat his member.

When he finished, Stan was gripped on his waist and moved so he was hovering over his best friend's cock, feeling his own hole pulsating in wait for the penetration.

Richie pushed slightly on Stan's hips and watched the smaller teen take his inch by inch, moaning as he was pulled into the tight, warm, hole that was soon to be filled.

"Oh fuck, just like that Bubba. Taking me so well." Richie complimented, thrusting up instinctively to meet Stan the rest of the way.

"Chee, feels so good." Stan whined. His legs were already on the brink of shaking as they lifted him up and down. The two locked eyes as the blonde slowly began gaining speed.

His hips began swiveling as he was thrusted into, Richie's cock hitting his prostate with every thrust up. His large hands dug more into Stan's plump hips as he was drawing closer to his release. Stan was drooling at the way his body was at the will of his larger lover, wanting to feel powerless and used.

Richie let a loud groan drop form his dry lips as his best friend clenched around his thick cock that was sinking in and out of the littler teen. "R-richie, gonna cum so good. Just for you, only for you." Stan whined, clenching again as his stomach pulled taught.

"Cum for me, Bubba. I want you to dirty my chest with your cum like the good boy you are." Richie encouraged. His hands dug in further, for sure leaving prominent marks in the blonde by now, and slammed him down to pull them both to their releases.

It was only a few thrust later when Stan was screaming and letting his ropes of white silk splay over Richie's stomach and chest, along with his own thighs. His hands gripped Richie's shoulders as he rode it out.

Richie watched as his, presumed to be, lover came, watching his face and keeping the image for his spank bank. "Oh fuck, shit. Bubba, cum- cum- cumming-" Richie chanted, his cock leaking his white cum into the condom that has Stan whining in overstimulation.

Once they had both calmed form their highs, they looked to each other and lazily leaned forward to share sloppy and unenthusiastic kisses. Their foreheads stayed connected as their lips pulled apart and their eyes scanned over one another.

"We should probably get in the shower before this cum dries to us." Richie said, getting a breathy laugh in response.

"You're right. But can we change that to a bath? My legs are too tired to stand." Stan admitted, letting a sickly red tint dust his cheeks.

Richie stood with the blonde in his arm and opened his wooden door, walking to the bathroom right down the hall. "Anything for you, Bubba." Richie said, placing him on the counter and kissing his temple. He took a few steps back before pulling his jeans down and kicking them in to the pile.

Stan watched tiredly as Richie turned on the water and plugged the drain when it was to his liking. He came over and lifted the teen and laid with his on his chest as the soapy water engulfed his, sure to be, sore mussels.

"I really do love you, Bubba. You mean everything to me and if staying here with you is how I do that, then I'll do it." Richie admitted, kissing Stan's hickey riddled neck after.

A deep sigh was given before the blonde answered, " I want to be with you, Chee, so fucking bad. I will go with you to NYU because I want to get out of this shithole just as much as you. We've been bestfriends for years and I'd be damned if going to college is what breaks us up." Stan spilled, lifting Richie's hand and kissing the back of it.

"Well Bubba, looks like you and I are gonna go to New York and maybe," He sat up and turned Stan around so they were facing each other. "we can be more than that before we get there."

Stan's face broke out into a huge smile as he nodded and placed a ginger kiss on the other's lips. "I would love that." Stan said, giggling as Richie attacked his face with pecks.

"I love you more than you can imagine, Bubba."

"And you can't imagine how long I've been waiting to hear that, Chee."

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i have so many more ideas to get out and i can hopefully get back into the grove of things after this one. i've missed writing,, but depression and school said no

and as always,,

love, honey