Stan sat in his living room as he looked over his notes and papers he had for school. He picked up his journal and began writing in all the tests and assignments that were due that month.

He grabbed his yellow highlighter and began marking the words that he had just neatly written. As he closed the marker, Bill opened the door to their apartment and walked inside.

He put down his bags that he had gotten throughout the day and kicked off his shoes. He then began his journey to the couch and sat next to his studious lover. "Hey dove, what are you doing?" He asked, laying his arm behind Stan's back, the blonde relaxing backwards into it.

"I'm just writing all my assignments this week. I only have a few more months left and then I'm all yours, baby." Stan said, leaning over and kissing Bill's red lips. When he leaned back, he licked his lips with a confused expression.

"Do you have chapstick on?" He wondered, looking at Bill's face. Bill just swallowed and gave a nod.

"Yeah, I borrowed some from a coworker, the office was really cold and I kept licking my lips." He explained, beginning to lean back into Stan. Stan just nodded and finished highlighting everything. He soon closed the planner and got up, stretching after.

"I'm going to take a shower. You wanna join?" Stan asked, wrapping his arms around Bill's neck once the taller male stood up. "No thanks, dove. I'm just going to go lay down. Have fun, though."

Bill then kissed Stan's cheek and walked upstairs to their room. Stan stood in the living room slightly defeated. He'd been trying to subtly hint at sex with Bill for weeks, but the other male didn't seem to want it. So, he just began cleaning up the living room to stop himself from over thinking.

The blonde collected his pencil pouch and planner, stuffing them into his backpack that was next to the couch. He then stood up, stretching his body before picking up Bill's coat and draping it over his arm. He heard a slight thud on the couch and looked over, seeing a pack of cigarettes now laying there. He picked up the package and opened it, seeing quite a few were missing.

He simply looked over the package and proceeded to put the jacket on its respective hook. The blonde then picked up the ciggs and went back to his room where Bill was sitting on the bed, shirtless. "Are these yours?" Stan asked, shaking the box of cigarettes and walking over to his lover.

Bill looked at the package and felt his eyes widen slightly. "Yeah, uh, my coworker that I was working on the finances with asked me to hold them because they didn't have pockets." Bill excused, grabbing the package and putting it in his nightstand.

Stan just nodded, not wanting to ask about the strange feeling he had. Instead, he went and got ready for bed.

Bill was still sitting on the edge of the bed and was typing vigorously on his phone. His eyebrows furrowed and his face turning a light shade of red.

"You okay, baby?" Stan asked, laying down on his side of the bed and hugging Bill around his hips. Bill gave a quick hum before hitting send on his phone and putting it down. He finally laid out on the bed, getting under the covers and looking at Stan.

A small smile came to his face before he placed a kiss on Stan's lips. "I love you so much." Bill whispered, pulling Stan closer and wrapping him in a hug. The blonde smiled wide and laid kisses over Bill's warm chest. "I love you too, baby. Now go to sleep, you have to get up early."

The next morning, Bill was up before the sun getting ready for work. Stan began to stir before opening his eyes and looking at Bill rummage through the dresser. He slowly sat up and yawned, making Bill turn and look at him. "Sorry if I woke you," He apologized.

"I can't find my shirt." He stressed, moving from the dresser to his closet. Stan gave a forgiving smile before pointing to the floor. "It's right here, love. You must've dropped it or something." He said, watching Bill whip around and pick it up.

He gave a huff of relief before he kissed Stan's head. "What would I do without you?" He pondered before wrapping the shirt over his body and tucking it into his pants. "Be late, now go. I love you." Stan shooed before watching his fiance practically run out the door.

"I love you so much, I'll see you tonight." Then the door closed and Bill was gone.

The blonde laid back down and cuddled up to Bill's pillow. He tried to fall back asleep, but just couldn't. His eyes would just stay closed for what felt like hours before eventually snapping open again.

Soon, the blonde was tired of it and decided to take a shower. He let the hot water run for a few minutes while he stretched and loosened his body. Before he got in, he turned on some music and looked in the mirror to see a message written.

"I love you" was written in neat letters across the mirror and Stan couldn't but feel his stomach churn in disgust and bewilderment. He saw how the words connected to one another in handwriting that matched neither his or Bill's.

His eyes repeatedly traced the beautiful penmanship over and over before he finally snapped back and picked up his phone. He took quick pictures of the writing before wiping it away with his hand and getting in the shower. He could feel his breaths getting faster and his eyes kept burning with hot tears.

He made quick work of washing his body in the water as thoughts of Bill and an unknown figure. Their naked bodies rubbing against each other and their lips crashing together in a fit of unfaithfulness and selfishness.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He washed off his body and turned off the water before getting out of the shower. He looked at the mirror, seeing the dried water of where the words once were. He let his body slide against the counter before he was sitting on the floor, crying harder than he ever has.

It was almost an hour before Stan finally collected himself and walked to his room and got dressed.

He stared at his and Bill's bed as he thought about if Bill had brought his other partner home with him. He wondered if the other person was better. If they had some better quality than he himself did.

But he couldn't think about it for long.

He shot out of the bed and decided to just try and forget it. He cleaned the whole house for hours, washed clothes he found randomly lying around, did anything he could to forget that Bill was most likely cheating on him.

By the time Bill got home, Stan was in the kitchen cooking dinner. Bill walked behind his lover and wrapped his longer arms around his small waist. "Hey, dinner smells great." He complimented, kissing Stan's neck and cheek.

The blonde turned to his boyfriend and kissed his lips. "I invited Eddie and Richie for dinner. They'll be here in a few." He then turned back and noticed the other's phone on the counter. He planned quickly and grabbed the device, slipping it into his pocket. He stripped himself of the apron, turning to leave.

"Stir that for me, I'm going to the bathroom." With that, he was gone.

He closed the door and sat on the toilet lid and opened his lover's phone. He went to the texts messages and saw some unopened messages from Eddie. He had a churn in his stomach and he knew, though he wanted nothing but for it to be not real.

He clicked on the contact and felt like vomiting, crying, maybe even screaming. He saw images upon images of Eddie and Bill together. He saw countless nudes sent between the two, some even with Richie or himself in the background.

He quickly screenshot the pictures and incriminating messages before sending them to himself. He waited for the notification before flushing the toilet and faking washing his hands. He went back to the kitchen to see Eddie and Richie sitting in the living room.

"Hey Stan, congrats on the engagement!" Eddie squealed, getting up and hugging his best friend. Stan faked a smile and hugged back. He then turned to Richie, who was also standing, and hugged him.

Bill was now in the dining room, putting out the food and the plates. Eddie walked over with Richie and began feeling his pants. "Shit, you got a smoke, baby?" Eddie asked, getting Richie's attention.

Richie gave a nod and pulled out a pack, resembling the one Stan found the other night. Eddie gladly took the cigarette and put it in his pocket. They all joined at the table and ate.

Later that night, Stan was sat on the couch as Bill kissed and nipped at his lips. He kissed back, but couldn't help but feel sick.

The blonde knew he couldn't stay with Bill no matter how much he loved him. He couldn't look at him the same and want to get married. He couldn't look in those eyes and not be reminded of his infidelity.

Stan let his shirt be taken off and his body be laid down on the couch. "Come here, dove. I want you right now." He said, grabbing Stan's pants and pulling them off.

He then stripped himself of his clothes and got back on top of his finace. The blonde couldn't help but think that Bill was hard because Eddie was just in his presence.

He decided that as much as it sucks, he might as well milk this cow for all its worth.

He pulled Bill down so their lips met in a hard, passionate kiss. He pushed his tongue into Bill's mouth, listening to the other male groan in pleasure and slight surprise. He let Bill's hands run up his body and over his throbbing cock.

He disconnected their lips to let out a moan as he was being jerked off by his fiancee. His eyes were closed as Bill reached into the small table next to the couch and pulled out the bottle of lube that was there.

"I wonder if he's used this for Eddie." but the thought was quickly forgotten as Bill plunged 2 fingers into Stan's awaiting hole. He thrusted in and out slowly before going faster, knowing that's how Stan liked it (or was that Eddie?).

Stan was a puddle on the soft cushions as Bill added a third finger and began spreading them, opening Stan from the inside. He was quick to pull them out once the resistance stopped.

Bill's larger hands gripped Stan's hips and thrusted in without warning, drawing a loud, pleasure filled moan as he did so. He set a quick pace before placing his hands under Stan's back and pulling them into a sitting position.

Stan was now riding Bill, looking into his eyes as pleasure raked his body with every bounce. The blonde threw his head back and let his body just take him through the motions. Bill was still holding Stan's hips as he felt his release coming closer with every bounce of his lover.

"Fuck, Bill. I'm gonna cum for you." Stan whined, putting their foreheads together and kissing Bill's chapped lips.

"Come for me, dove, I want you to cum all over me like the good boy you are." Bill encouraged, moaning as Stan tightened around his dick. The blonde grabbed Bill's face and slammed their lips together as he came, getting some on the couch.

Bill was soon behind, pulling Stan down one more time before cumming inside him.

Stan rested his head on Bill's chest and let himself be carried to their bedroom then the bathroom. Bill ran a warm bath and got in along with Stan. The couple laid there, letting the cum come off, and out, of their bodies in a comfortable silence.

Until Stan broke it.

"I know about you and Eddie, baby. I want you to get out of the house for a few nights while I figure out what to do. I want you out on an hour and I'll call you when I'm ready." And with that, he got up and got out.

Bill didn't try to beg or plead with Stan. He simply packed a bag for a week and left to wherever.

Now it was time to ruin his best friend's relationship...