#stanlon smut

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Fic Recs

STRANGER THINGS

Blurbs (includes recs)

Eddie Munson

The Other Woman

You know she means a lot to Eddie, but that doesn’t mean you’re happy about it.

Jasper Avenue (Part 1)

Eddie broke up with you before you went off to school and is still in Hawkins. You’ve been trying to move on from each other, but you’re alone, drunk, with a cell phone, and have his number memorized.

‘tis the damn season (Jasper Avenue Part 2) Winter break is here and you’re back in Hawkins for a month. It didn’t take long for you to run into the person you’ve been trying to forget for the last five months, your ex-boyfriend Eddie.

New Dress

Eddie hears through the grapevine that you want to go on more dates, and he goes into quick action.

Prom Night

You never thought it would be your fault that you couldn’t go to prom with your boyfriend, but Eddie did his part. It was you that messed up.

Girls Freak Me Out

After graduating, Eddie isn’t as in the loop with the Hawkins population, especially when someone new comes to town.

Chivalry Kills *18+

Eddie is a perfect gentleman to everyone, and it makes you feel invisible to him. 

Lecture *18+

Wayne walks in on something..unbecoming. He has a special relationship with you, but now all of that is out the window.

Bathtime

Fluff, fluff, fluff with our boy Eddie.

Scare

You help Nancy out in an emergency, it brings back a painful memory, Dustin doesn’t bother to read instructions.

Done Deal

You thought you and Eddie were just enjoying each other’s company, but he takes a step that puts your relationship in more of a gray area.

The Boy is Mine (call-me-eds version)

A romantic night in at the trailer

Steve Harrington

A Family Affair *minor smut

You and Steve finally get a moment alone without your brother.

Second Date

After a disastrous first date, you and Steve give it another go.

Answering Machine

You hesitate to open up to Steve, but when it all gets too much, he can’t bear to see you suffer anymore.

Crush

Almost everyone can tell that Max has a crush on Steve. When he cancels a driving lesson to take you on a date, you think that you can take out 2 birds with one stone.

Friendsgiving *18+

You and Steve try to get through a dinner after crossing a line.

Baby *18+

Snapshots of your relationship with Steve through his most used nickname.

Steddie

Fight

Eddie and Wayne get into a fight, and he goes to Steve for comfort.

IT

Not Today (Reddie)

All Eddie wants is to be an emotional backbone for Richie, who is used to running and hiding from his emotions. He’s trying to learn and be emotionally available to Eddie, but it’s hard to change all at once.

Patience (Stenbrough)

Stan needs help in school. He hates not being the smartest one in the room, he hates having to ask for help, and he hates having to ask for help from his boyfriend.  

Know-It-All (Stozier)

Stan knew all there was to know about almost everything. He’s spent almost his entire life trying to pin down just one thing about Richie Tozier, but no one could do that.

Weak (Stenbrough: Fuckboy!Bill)

Fuckboy! Bill has his claws deep in Stan.

Weak Part Two (Stenbrough: Fuckboy!Bill) Stan gets some guts and Bill isn’t sure how to handle it.

Tomorrow (Reddie)

Eddie is leaving for college and Richie can’t quite handle it.

Jewelry (Stozier)

Richie falls in love with piercings and rings while Stan falls in love with him.

Poison (Stanlon)

Getting high has never been so stressful, but then again, everything that Stan did had an edge to it.

Eye On The Ball (Bichie)

Bill tries to cope with his role in his friend group and Richie can’t stand it.

Drive (Reddie)

All Richie has wanted is to have his license and his freedom, and there’s only one thing that might stand in his way.

Yes (Stenbrough)

Stan has had enough of Bill’s heroics and can’t help but put his foot down.

[antisociallilbrat]

Here's something I thought about recently: I don't think I've ever seen someone do an honest attempt to write Bill/Bev as healthy and happy together. Most of the stuff I've seen of them has it be a stepping stone on the way to Ben/Bev or as just a smut one shot. Do you have any thoughts about that? Do you think those two just could never be able to work out together? I think Ben/Bev is fine, I just wish people shipped Bev with other Losers more often instead of just Ben or women adjacent to the Losers.

I think when it first came out Billverly immediately was pushed to the backburner by the fandom. It couldn't compete with Reddie, Bichie, and Stanlon, which, if I remember correctly, were the predominant ships running out the gate in the wake of the release of the 2017 movie. Then Benverly happened. People who hadn't read the book or watched the 1990 miniseries were made aware that Ben and Bev were cannonically end game, to which people latched on to. Because unlike Bill who has many other ships, Ben's only popular ship in the fandom is with Bev, which in my opinion, is a waste. Benverly is great but Ben AND Bev deserve to be mixed around with the other losers.

Back to Billverly. I do think long term they’ve could've worked and I hate that their relationship isn't further explored by the fandom. They're sweet in the fact that they were each other's first loves. But here's a twist, aside from Billverly, my next favorite ship with Bev is Stanverly. Stan x Bev. I've read one oneshot where Bill was dating someone else and Stan and Bev found comfort with each other and idk, i think they would be cute. I've always been a secret Stanverly shipper.

If you're looking more interaction with Bev and the boys in a romantic sense, I highly recommend checking out some poly losers works. I've read a couple great fics where Bev's (romantic) relationship with the losers is so real and sweet. Granted a lot of poly losers fic do push Bev to the background (along with Mike and Ben) but there's a couple I could recommend if you want.

Speaking of recommending I'm going to link my sweet/fluff Billverly oneshot right here: Roses. Ain't nuthing wrong with a lil self promotion

[eddieeatsass]

Bakery + 25 + stanlon?

Bakery AU + Accidental Sexual Tension from this prompt list(CW: very mild mention of alcohol)

When Mike had suggested they open a bakery together, Stanley had seen no drawbacks to the idea. They’d been best friends for nearly a decade, had gone to culinary school together and roomed in the college dorms with one another; Running a shop together seemed like a logical next step.

What Stan hadn’t taken into consideration, however, was that working in close quarters late into the night and early each morning would leave room for suppressed feelings to resurface.

Stan had had a crush on his best friend for years. It had always been there, simmering in the back of his mind. Who wouldn’t have a crush on Mike? Though, he’d decided early on that nothing would happen between them, not wanting to jeopardize their friendship.

It had been easier to ignore his feelings when they were in college. There’d been no shortage of attractive people to distract himself with, and his studies took up most of his brain power anyway.

But those simmering feelings always seem to find a way to show themselves, and these particular ones came to a head a month into their new lives as business partners.

They’d found a little shop to rent just off the edge of one of the busiest streets in the city. They’d renovated it pretty quickly thanks to their friend Ben who was a licensed architect, and his wife Beverly, an interior designer. Together, and with the help of a small team, their shop had been ready within two weeks.

The first couple weeks after the opening were too hectic to even get a moment to breathe. Mike and Stan were often up all hours of the night baking things for the next day. But as the buzz of the new bakery settled down, so did the flood of customers, and therefore so did Mike and Stan.

It was a Saturday evening in mid July as Stan was closing up shop that he heard the telltale sound of a cork popping in the other room. He wandered into the back to see Mike standing in the middle of their kitchen, champagne in one hand and champagne flutes in the other, a grin plastered to his face.

“HAPPY ONE MONTH OF BUSINESS!” Mike cheered, grabbing Stan and pulling him into a sloppy hug, the champagne bottle and glasses clanking behind Stan’s back.

Stan relaxed into Mike’s hold, delighting in the momentary warmth and sweet cinnamon smell that Mike always emanated.

“You too, Mikey.” Stan murmured happily.

The hug ended too soon and Stan had to school his features not to show his disappointment. He watched as Mike poured them each a little champagne and then walked over to one of their fridges.

A tray Stan didn’t recognize was pulled out, dollops of chocolate scattered across the surface.

“What’s that?” Stan asked, walking towards the counter where Mike placed the mysterious treats.

“I wanted to make us something special to celebrate, so I tried a new recipe. They’re chocolate caramel crème brûlée truffles.”

Stan could feel himself already salivating, always eager to eat anything Mike made. If Stan was a master at baking, Mike was a God.

Mike picked up one of the truffles and brought it to Stan’s lips, unaware of the intimacy of his action. Stan’s face flushed as he took a bite, his lips grazing Mike’s fingers in the process. As Stan chewed, Mike popped the other half of the truffle into his mouth, making a sinfully loud groan in appreciation.

“Okay, I did good.” Mike boasted.

“You always do good.” Stan responded, catching Mike’s eye and trying to convey sincerity. Mike’s eyes sparkled as he returned the smile Stan was holding, and the sight of warm brown skin curling around pearly whites made Stan’s breath catch.

“I know what these need.” Stan tore his eyes away and walked over to the fridge, rummaging around before he pulled out a batch of left over whip cream from earlier.

Mike chuckled as Stan carried the bowl back over.

“Why am I not surprised. You put whip cream on everything. If I offered you a hot dog right now, you’d use whip cream instead of condiments.”

“Please, I have standards, Mike.” Stan defended before rolling one of the chocolate truffles around in the bowl until it was coated in enough whip cream to drown a small child.

Stan popped it into his mouth with glee, chewing happily and letting his eyes slide shut as he indulged in the blend of flavors.

Mike watched Stan, taking a small sip of his champagne and letting his thoughts wander. Over the past year Mike had taken quite the interest in Stan. It’s not that he hadn’t noticed him before; he’d always thought that Stan was attractive, he’d just been too preoccupied with other things (and other people) to seriously consider his friend as a romantic option.

Since they’d graduated and moved in together, however, Mike had found himself entertaining the idea more and more. Opening the bakery together had been the cherry on-top; If this was what their life could look like together, why not take a leap of faith.

As Stan reached for another truffle, the likes of which had already began melting from the heat of their recently used ovens, Mike noticed a smidgen of whip cream on Stan’s cheek. Without thinking it over, he reached out, thumbing at the spot and bringing the finger to Stan’s lips to suck clean.

Stan froze, his face melting into a crimson palette. Mike realized too late the tension his move had created, the energy already palpating between them. Mike was quick to pull his hand back, an apology blooming on his tongue until he felt Stan’s grip hold him still.

Stan kept his eyes locked with Mike’s as he leaned forward, closing the space between his mouth and Mike’s receding hand. He took Mike’s thumb into his mouth, plush pink lips molding around the digit, soft tongue coming to wrap around the tip. It all happened within seconds, but to Mike it felt like it stretched on for a lifetime.

Was he imagining the sensuality of Stan’s movements, or was Stan really trying to put on a show? Could the exhaustion of the day’s work be playing with his mind?

Mike had always considered himself to be quite level-headed, but at that moment his head had flown up into the clouds.

And if anyone asked, that’s what he’d blame his next actions on.

Mike reached a hand around Stan’s back, swiftly pulling him up against his chest. He pulled his thumb out of Stan’s mouth, dragging it down his bottom lip and following the movement with his gaze. When he looked back up into Stan’s eyes, he saw hesitant fire illuminating amber, the flames of which were just beginning to lick at Mike’s reserve.

They stood like that for a few beats, each waiting to see who would move first, letting the tension build and become insufferable.

They ended up moving at the same time, their mouths clashing together. They were quick to get messy, desperate, open mouthed kisses with battling tongues. Both of their minds were swimming through molasses, trying to piece things together but getting lost in the feeling of one another.

From where their bodies were pressed together, Mike could feel Stan’s growing arousal. He wasted no time in dropping to his knees and beginning to unbutton Stan’s pants.

“Woah, Mike you- I- fuck.” Stan stuttered through his whiplash, the stakes rising so fast he had trouble keeping up. A minute ago they hadn’t even been kissing, and now Mike was staring up at him through those chestnut irises.

“Is this okay?” Mike asked, the pause in movement giving room for his nerves to sprout.

Stan nodded furiously, tripping over his own words as he blurted out a yes.

Mike laughed warmly, eyes crinkling at the corners as he reset his sight on the task at hand. With steady fingers he pulled Stan’s pants down along with his underwear, letting them sit around his hips just under his balls.

“Wow…” Mike murmured absentmindedly, appraising Stan’s half-hard cock.

Stan blushed as Mike stared, fidgeting under his gaze.

Mike suddenly grinned wickedly, reaching forward with one hand and beginning to pump Stan’s length to full hardness, his other hand reaching up to the counter and grabbing one of the truffles.

Stan watched in confusion as Mike brought it to his cock, rubbing the melting chocolate along his shaft. It was an odd sensation, but not unpleasant. He watched as the sticky sweet substance coated his cock, making it look like a chocolate drizzled treat.

Then, with concentrated determination, Mike brought his lips to Stan’s tip. He began teasing his slit, collecting the salty pre-cum on his tongue before sinking down the length of Stan’s cock, gathering the light coating of chocolate on his way.

When he pulled off, Stan’s cock was clean, Mike’s tongue having been as thorough as possible. Mike looked back up at him through lidded eyes.

“Salted chocolate has always been one of my favorites.” He joked, winking.

Stan let an incredulous laugh bubble up, the joke was just ludicrous enough to be funny, but it was also incredibly hot to think of himself as providing the salty tang to Mike’s sweetness.

It didn’t take long after that for Stan to cum down Mike’s throat, a lusty groan filling their kitchen. As Mike popped off, Stan’s knees started to buckle, sending him tumbling down on top of Mike.

Mike caught him with a surprised chuckle.

“You okay?” Mike tease, petting Stan’s hair back from his face before re-dressing him, tucking him back inside his pants.

“Sorry, that was just… a lot.” Stan admitted, face flushed fluorescent pink.

“Yeah, agreed… but good a lot, right?” Mike clarified, slight insecurity trickling into his tone.

Stan’s heart bloomed. He leaned forward, capturing Mike’s lips in a much lighter, softer kiss than their exchanges before.

“Good. Definitely good.”

[princecupcakee]

Do you ever just read lemons and laugh because of the descriptions but also go ‘That isn’t the fucking point’

[hypochondriacattack]

Send Me Prompts

Hey guys! I’m wanting to write some stuff soon but I’m dry on ideas (aside from my fanfics!) I’m comfortable writing just about any ship from It (check tags for exclusions). 

[tinyarmedtrex]

Can you write more Stanlon? I love them and I think I already read all your stanlon fics 😁

Hellloooo,

I’m always down to write Stanlon! Send me a prompt you’d like to see!

[softuris]

promise me || a reddie story

based on a post by @tossertozier

read on ao3 now

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====== “Promise me,” Eddie Kaspbrak untucks his hand from underneath the covers and sticks out his pinky. “Promise me that… that if me and you are still single at 30… we get married. No matter where we are. We’ll get married.”

A single tear trickles down Richie Tozier’s cheek, before he too untucks his hand from beneath the covers. In the dark Eddie can see Richie’s pinky, and they lock.

“I promise,” Richie smiles warily. ========

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[juniperhillpatient]

Hey if you guys have any Losers Club one-shot requests you should send them. I miss writing about them! I’d love to come home to some prompts after school tonight 🥰

[dangertronic]

Study Session

Request from @tinyarmedtrex for some Stanlon! 

It’s nsfw but screw tags that get me porn bot follows.

Read on Ao3

Preview:

Stan definitely needed to relax and Mike knew just how to do that.

Stan returned a few moments later with a can of soda in hand, pausing just before he took a sip with a single brow arched. “You’re done already?”

“Nope. I’m taking a break. I think you need to take one too.”

Stan took a sip of the soda, heading back over to the computer desk and carefully placing the can down. “I haven’t even started, Mike.”

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[eddieeatsass]

i saw you're taking requests and if you're cool with this ship maybe some stanlon smut? like where stan is being good for mike and mike is like praising him and yeah

“That’s it, you’re doing so good baby, so good for me.” Mikepraised Stan from his position behind him.

Stan was quivering beneath him, laying with his face pressedto the mattress and his hips high in the air. His arms were reached back tohold himself open like Mike had instructed.

Mike was two fingers deep in Stan, pumping in and out of himat a torturously slow pace. Mike loved stretching Stan open, always reveled inthe noises he could pull from his boyfriend, or the way his thighs would startto shake after a while of teasing.

Mike knew Stan was ready for a third finger, had been for awhile, but he loved dragging this part out for as long as Stan could take it.

“God, so pretty, Stanny.” Mike ran his free hand down Stan’sspine soothingly.

Stan choked on a whimper when Mike hit that delicious spotinside of him, stroking it for only a moment before pulling away.

“Mikeeeee-” Stan started to complain.

“I know baby, I know.” Mike responded by finally slipping athird finger in alongside the others. There was barely any stretch, yet thefeeling had Stan arching his back, moaning at the fullness he felt.

Tears flowed freely from Stan’s eyes, mingling with thedrool he couldn’t be bothered to care about. He was an absolute wreck, fuckedout of his mind, but that’s how Mike liked him.

“Love watching you come apart on my fingers.” Mike mumbledmore to himself than anything.

Stan knew that he needed more to get himself to the edge. Asskilled as Mike’s fingers were, he still hadn’t mastered the art of prostateorgasms. He wanted so desperately to grasp his cock, give it the attention itcraved, pull himself close and closer to release. But he knew he could getbetter if he just held out a bit longer.

The teasing went on for another ten minutes. Ten long minutesof Stan feeling like he was coming apart at the seams, melting down into apuddle of pleasure, no longer human but just a receptacle for Mike’s fingers,his tongue, his cock, whatever he chose that Stan deserved that day.

Just when he started feeling like he couldn’t handle anymore, Mike’s soothing words broke him out of his bubble.

“Ahhh, someone seems ready to cum. Do you want to cum, baby?”

Stan didn’t have the energy to form words, only a choked-outmoan escaped his raw throat. Mike chuckled lightly in response. His strong armfolded around Stan’s body, using it to maneuver Stan on to his back as hisother hand stayed buried inside the ring of muscle. The jostle caused Mike’sfingers to reach spots he hadn’t reached before, causing Stan’s hole to clenchdown around them.

“Can’t believe cupid sent me an actual angel for Valentine’sDay…” Mike said softly, pushing a few stray curls back from Stan’s forehead ashe observed Stan’s softened features.

As if he couldn’t hold back any longer, Mike hastily loweredhimself to be leveled with Stan’s crotch. His fingers, which had stilled whenthey’d flipped over, now resumed their pace.

With a cocky smirk, Mike leaned forward to take the head ofStan’s cock in his mouth. The new feeling was overwhelming, causing Stan tobuck up unintentionally.

Stan looked down at Mike apologetically, lowering his hipsback to the bed and sighing contently when Mike’s arm came to lay over hisabdomen, holding him down securely.

Mike was good with his fingers, but he was even better with his mouth. Soft plump lips,a skilled tongue, and zero gag reflex made for a quick trip straight toeuphoria every time Mike sucked him off.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck-”Stan was quickly getting lost in the combination of Mike’s mouth and hisfingers, moving in tandem to pull him closer and closer to the edge.

Stan let both his hands find purchase on Mike’s head,fingers tangling into the tight black coils and pulling slightly just as heknew Mike liked.

“I’m gonna cum.” Stan warned softly. Mike made a noise ofunderstanding that reverberated through Stan’s cock, causing him to hit hispeak.

Stan went silent, mouth open in a quiet scream, hips erraticallytrying to fight against Mike’s hold. Mike fingered him through his high, swallowinga few times as Stan came down his throat in hot spurts.

When Stan stopped squirming, Mike slowed his fingers to astop and popped off his cock with an accomplished smile. Mike met Stan’s shy gazebefore he quickly threw his arms over his face to hide his growing blush. Stanalways got shy after sex, and it never ceased to make Mike’s heart swell withadoration.

“Such a good boy.” Mike placed a kiss to Stan’s hip bonebefore crawling back up the bed and peeling Stan’s arms away from his face. “Mygood boy.” He added quietly, before leaning into kiss Stan deeply.

[femmreddie]

part 2 @bevstozier are you happy now

[tinyarmedtrex]

Do you still take requests? If so, nsfw stanlon trying to have alone time but constantly being interrupted by their kids? Thanks!

Wow I got this a while ago and LOVED it so much I saved it for when I needed inspiration. So, here it is. Wonderful happy husbands and fathers who just want some alone time.

Read here on AO3

Mike watched as his husband’s hips rocked back in forth, quietly singing to himself as he did the dishes. It was rare for Stan to dance, he wasn’t someone easily given to whimsy or rhythm and he only did it when he felt completely comfortable and happy. Mike loved those moments. Leaning against the doorframe he watched Stan for a few moments. He could just barely make out the song that Stan was humming, slightly out of tune but still lovely.

Oh please say to me

You'll let me be your man

And please say to me

“You'll let me hold your hand,” Mike finished, walking up to Stan and leaning against him, Mike’s arms wrapping around his waist in a casual, comfortable way.

Stan started but then leaned against Mike. “I didn’t know you were down here.”

“I finished my paperwork.” He said, nuzzling the edge of Stan’s curls with his nose. He started to leave kisses along Stan’s neck, gentle ones that made Stan hum happily. Mike had a different plan in mind though. Seeing his husband’s hips move like that had awakened something in him.

“Lucky me.” Stan pressed against him, a small gasp escaping as Mike pressed his hips into Stan’s ass, making sure he felt his erection through his pants. “Mr. Hanlon-Stozier are you trying to seduce me?” Stan asked, pretending to be shocked.

“Hopefully more than ‘trying’,” Mike replied, turning Stan around so he could kiss him properly. Stan was against the counter, trapped by Mike’s arms and Mike leaned in to capture his lips, his hands finding their way to Stan’s waist and pushing up his shirt so he could rub circles into his hip bones.

Stan eagerly returned the kiss, his lips parting as his own damp hands moved to Mike’s short hair, angling his head so he could kiss him better. Mike started to arch his hips into Stan’s as they kissed, groaning as he felt Stan’s erection against his own.

“Daddy?”  A small voice asked from behind them.

Both broke the kiss, turning to look at the source of the noise. Mike smiled to see his daughter, who had clearly just woken up from sleep, her eyes were still heavy and her favorite blanket trailed behind her.

“Yes munchkin?” Mike asked, walking over to her and scooping her up.

“I had a bad dream. I think.” She said, her head falling to Mike’s shoulder as she curled into him. She was barely awake, already starting to fall asleep against him.

“You think? Well, let’s go read some stories and forget all about it.” He said, running a hand over her back. He felt her nod and watched as Stan walked over to them, gently kissing the top of her head.

“Night Dad.” She said to Stan, already half asleep.

“Night Peanut.” Stan replied, smiling as he looked from her to Mike.

“We will pick this up later.” Mike said, leaning in to brush an innocent kiss against Stan’s lips. Stan nodded, turning back to the dishes.

Mike brought Ivy upstairs, tucking her in next to her brother, Jasper. He crawled into her bed alongside her and read her her favorite books, staying with her until she fell asleep. Unfortunately, he did the same thing, waking up at 2am with a stiff neck. He made his way into their bedroom, stripping down and falling next to Stan, who was sound asleep. He curled next to Stan, knowing that the opportunity had passed but wanting to be next to him.

The next morning Mike woke up to Stan laying on top of him, legs straddling his hips. “What a way to wake up.” He said, smiling up at his husband. Stan was perfectly framed in the morning light and looked positively angelic.

Stan smiled and ground down on him, causing their morning wood to rub together and making Mike moan softly. “I thought we could finish what we started yesterday.” He said, rolling his hips again. “We’ve got nearly 45 minutes until we have to wake the kids up.”

“Better make the best of it.” Mike said, bringing his hand to the bulge in Stan’s briefs and rubbing it. He watched Stan’s eyes flutter and his body react to his touch. He loved seeing Stan like this, so relaxed and pliable. “Let me blow you.” He said, suddenly overcome with the need to have Stan in his mouth, riding his face. He dragged his hand over Stan’s clothed erection, adding to his point.

Stan’s hips stuttered and he left out a small moan. “Okay.” He said, eyes closed as Mike continued to palm him through his boxers. “Fuck you have to stop that though.”

Mike moved his hand back, holding them up innocently. Stan opened his eyes and smiled down at him before quickly shedding his briefs and moving up to Mike’s head, lowering himself into Mike’s mouth as he grabbed their headboard.

“Fuck, Mike.” He whimpered as Mike wrapped his lips around him, swirling his tongue over the head. Stan started to move his hips, rocking them how he wanted while Mike enjoyed the view of his husband falling apart over him. Mike moved one of his hands to Stan’s hole, rubbing around the furl of muscle but not pressing in. His other hand was on himself, jerking in time to Stan’s thrusts.

Stan was quietly chanting Mike’s name, something between a prayer and a moan. Mike didn’t let up, feeling Stan growing harder in his mouth when a large crash startled them both. Stan’s hips stopped as he whipped his head around. No other noises followed but he looked down at Mike, clearly not pleased with the interruption.

“That better be a burglar and not the kids.” He said, moving off of Mike. He watched Stan put on some clothes and point to Mike. “Don’t move. I will be right back.”

Mike smiled and nodded at the order, watching Stan pad away. Once Stan disappeared he closed his eyes again, refusing to give into the desire to touch himself. He wanted to cum with Stan, it was so much better when he got to watch Stan’s orgasm face as they both came. Though as he thought of how Stan’s face scrunched up and how he stopped breathing, trying to ride it out for as long as he could Mike’s erection twitch hopefully.

After ten minutes though Mike realized that Stan wasn’t coming back. He threw on clothes and went down to the kitchen, where the twins were happily eating cereal while Stan waited for the coffee to finish. Stan turned to him as he entered. “Your son decided that he could reach the top shelf by climbing the shelves.” Stan said, pointing to all the products that were scattered on the floor.

“I wanted to get cereal! So I didn’t have to wake you two up! I’m all growed up and can get my own breakfast!” The boy insisted, looking at Stan and Mike. Mike affectionately ruffled his hair and walked to Stan, kissing his cheek.

“Right intent, wrong action.” Mike said, pouring himself some cereal. “You’ve got to use the stool, remember?” He pointed to the bright green folding stool that they had for the kids.

“But I grew!” Jasper insisted. “I don’t need it anymore!”

Mike didn't answer and the boy’s eyes fell. “Sorry Dads.”

“It’s okay, next time.” Stan said, pouring himself a cup of coffee and then bending down to put the items away. Mike turned away so he didn’t stare at Stan’s ass as he bent down. He didn’t blame Jasper but it was definitely poor timing.

The next few days were a mad rush of trying to get the kids to preschool on time and trying to get themselves to work while keeping everyone fed and with minimal breakdowns. Stan and Mike didn’t have a chance to be alone again until that Friday, when the kids were having a playdate in the basement with Richie and Eddie’s son and Ben and Bev’s daughter.

“They have Paw Patrol, apple slices and enough dress up clothes to open their own fashion line.” Stan said as he came back upstairs. “I think they’re set.”

“And some boas I’m guessing?” Mike asked as he picked something out of Stan’s hair, showing him the bright red feather.

“And that.” Stan said, taking the feather and tossing it.

“So you’re saying we have some time?” Mike asked, leaning one arm against their kitchen island.

Stan eyes lit up and he nodded, walking slowly to Mike and putting his arms over his shoulders. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Excellent.” Mike said, wasting no time in kissing Stan. He meant to start it as a tender, soft kiss but Stan had other ideas, deepening the kiss and grabbing Mike’s ass. He chuckled. “Eager much?” He asked as Stan started kissing along the column of his neck.

“We’ve already been interrupted several times this week. I’d trying to ensure that we get to the good part.”

As much as Mike wanted to go slow and savour Stan’s body he had to agree. It was starting to feel like they were cursed. Roughly, he picked Stan up and put him on the counter, Stan’s legs wrapping around him as they kissed.

“Upstairs.” Stan whined, canting his hips forward. “Please.”

Mike’s hands had just grasped his husband’s ass when a piercing cry came from downstairs. The two looked at each other and Stan shook his head. “Just, let them figure out it. Problem solving skills.”

Mike was ready to agree until he heard the sounds of a three year old sobbing. Sighing he moved back from Stan. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

Stan leaned against the counter, pursing his lips. “I’ve heard that one before.”

“I mean it.” Mike promised, adjusting himself as he made his way down stairs. As soon as he saw what had happened he knew that he had been wrong. Richie and Eddie’s son, Evan, was sitting on the floor bawling while Ben and Bev’s girl Elfrida stood above him, screaming something about how she was in charge. Taking a deep breath he dove in, talking to the kids to determine what had happened and how they could solve it. He was down there nearly an hour and when he went back upstairs Stan had disappeared into the office, bent over some paperwork.

“I’m back.” He said, kissing the top of Stan’s head.

Stan gave him a slight head shake then looked up at him. “Something else is going to happen if we try, I can feel it in my bones.”

Mike hated to admit it but he knew Stan was right. “We have terrible luck huh?” He said, massaging Stan’s shoulders and eliciting a groan of happiness.

“We sure do.” Stan agreed, leaning back into Mike’s hands.

“We could get a sitter, go to a hotel for a few hours.” Mike offered.

“One of those sleazy ones that rents by the hour? No thanks. Besides that’d be so expensive.”

Mike knew that was a long shot. “What about sending them to Eddie and Richie’s? You know that they’re probably going at it like rabbits right now, they owe us.”

Stan nodded. “Maybe but when? We’ve got the birthday party tomorrow and then swim class Sunday. We’re booked for the next few weekends. We just don’t have time Lamb.”

He knew Stan was right but it didn’t make it any easier to hear. “I don’t want to wait that long.” He said, letting his hands fall over Stan’s chest, lightly playing with his nipples through his shirt. In the back of his mind he thought about interruptions but the majority of him was thinking about wrapping his lips around Stan’s nipples and licking it until it was hard.  

“The curse of toddlers.” Stan said, gasping at Mike’s touch.

“Come on Stan, give me ten minutes and I’ll rock your world.” Mike offered, bending down to kiss Stan’s neck.

“I think that’s how Richie asked Eddie out.” Stan replied, trying to stay focused but Mike could feel his resolve crumbling as he reached down, palming him through his pants. Mike had the button undone and was reaching for Stan when they heard a loud ‘DADS!’ from the main floor.

“Cursed.” Stan said again, buttoning his pants and standing. He turned to Mike, seeing the utter disappointment in his eyes and pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth. “Don’t worry baby, we’ll have sex again. Some day.”

Mike resisted the urge to throw his hands up as Stan walked away, instead leaving to go take a cold shower.

“Jasper! Share with your sister!” Stan snapped the next day after the third argument in the last 20 minutes. They were a a birthday party for Elfrida at a local indoor playground. Half a dozen three and four year olds were running around and Ivy and Jasper were arguing about who got to put the gift on the table. The compromise they had reached was that they both got to carry it over but Jasper, who had about an inch on his sister, kept raising it high so she couldn’t reach.

Stan had been on edge all morning. Ivy had spilled juice over her outfit but had refused to put on anything else- wanting to wear only her matching princess dress that Elfrida had. It had lead to them quickly washing the dress and while that happened Jasper had found the finger paints and decided to paint a lion’s face on himself. While Stan quickly gave him a bath Mike wrestled Ivy back into the dress.

As a result they were late to the party and the kids, reading their dads’ tension, were cranky and fighting.

“Here.” Mike grabbed the middle of the gift. “I’ll hold it and you two carry the edges.” The kids both opened their mouths to argue and he added, “Or I’ll carry it.” Reluctantly both put a hand on the gift and the three walked over to the table, adding the gift to the table of brightly wrapped items.

“Kids are a delight huh?” Eddie said as Mike’s kids ran off to join the others, the fight already forgotten.

“Sometimes.” Mike replied, turning to his friend, who laughed. The friends went to get some punch, Eddie catching Mike up on how things were at his small private practice. He was a doctor, specializing in house calls for the rich and famous and always had good stories.

“What’s wrong with Stan?” Eddie asked as they leaned against a wall. Eddie had just finished telling him about a patient who thought he was dying because he had red poop. It had taken hours to convince him that it was because he was on an ‘all beet’ diet.

Mike glanced at his husband, who had been talking to Bill and Audra. Now though he was standing in the corner, looking tense.

“It’s been- a week.” Mike started. He watched as Richie walked over, clearly intent on telling Stan a story. Stan just glared at him but Richie was undeterred, gesturing wildly with his hands.

“Work going bad?” Eddie asked sympathetically.

“No, it’s not that.” Mike winced as Stan yelled something at Richie before stalking away. “I’ll be back.” He said quickly before going to follow Stan. He was just outside the play area, sitting on one of the hard benches. Mike sat next to him, rubbing circles in his back. “What did Richie say?”

“Nothing.” Stan sighed. “At least, nothing worse than usual. He was telling me a joke and when I didn’t laugh he told me that I needed to get dicked good and proper. And I snapped.”

“Ahh,” Mike leaned his head on Stan’s shoulder, still rubbing his back. They didn’t speak for a minute. Mike letting Stan calm down. Then Richie and Eddie came out of the play area, making a beeline for them.

“Richie look I’m-” Stan started but Richie shook his head.

“It has come to my attention that you two have twins and therefore have half as much alone time as the rest of us.” Richie declared. Mike wanted to say that that’s not really how it worked but Richie was still talking. “My adorable amazing, wonderful, cute, sexy-”

“Richie.” Eddie warned.

“Fantastic, did I say sexy? Husband informed me that you two may need some alone time.” Richie finished, undeterred. “So we’re offering it to you two now. We’ll watch the kiddos and make sure they don’t kill themselves or anyone else.”

“What?” Stan asked, clearly not believing what he was hearing.

Richie sighed. “Go get dicked. We’ll watch your kids.”

“Are you sure?” Mike asked, his eyes going from Eddie to Richie. Both looked very pleased with themselves and Eddie nodded.

“Yes! Go. Get back when you want, we’ll take the kids to our place if you aren’t back before the party ends.”

“You’re sure?” Stan repeated.

Richie threw his hands up. “I’m starting to feel like you two don’t trust us with your bundles of joy. Yes! Go before we decided to leave and have sex instead.”

Mike could see that Stan was still turning the offer over in his head but he was convinced. He stood, grabbing Stan’s hand. “Thanks guys!” He brought Stan out to their crossover, pulling Stan into a heated kiss as soon as they were outside. Stan melted against him, grinding into Mike.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” Mike said, moving back to look at Stan. His eyes were full of lust and he had a hard time not pushing Stan over their hood and taking him there.

“Mike,” He whined, canting his hips into Mike’s. “Take me home.”

“Gladly.” He kissed Stan once more, letting his hands roam briefly over Stan’s back and down to his ass, grabbing it and pulling Stan against him. Stan whined again and Mike released him, both of them getting into the car.

Once Mike pulled out of the parking lot he glanced at Stan. His husband was staring back at him with such naked desire that he felt himself getting hard. “Stop undressing me with your eyes.” He teased.

Stan put a hand on Mike’s arm, letting a finger drift over his bicep. “I can’t help it, I have a very very hot husband.” His finger drifted down until it was on Mike’s pants, trailing towards his crotch.

Mike stifled a groan. Stan rarely acted like this outside of their bedroom. He wasn’t a prude by any means but he liked to have their sex life be private. Even this, touching in a car, was usually too public for Stan.

“I have to drive.” Mike said through gritted teeth. He gasped as Stan started to palm him through his pants, the heel of his hand pressing against Mike. “Stan.” He warned, wanting to shut his eyes but unable to.

“Pull over.” Stan said, pointing to a dead end road.

Now Mike did glance at him. “Are you sure?” They’re had sex outside exactly twice. Once on a camping trip with all the other losers when they had first started dating and the other when they were staying with Stan’s parents and neither could wait any longer. Both were burned into Mike’s memories but he knew it wasn’t something Stan preferred.

“I don’t want to wait.” Stan moaned. Mike glanced again and saw that Stan’s other hand was on himself, touching himself over his pants.

“Fuck baby, okay okay.” Mike turned down the dead end, driving until he couldn’t see the main road. Stan was on him as soon as he parked the car, his lips attaching to Mike’s neck and hands running over him.

“Baby I can’t touch you like this.” Mike lamented, trying to reach over the seat for Stan.

“Let’s go to the back.” Stan said barely pausing his assault on Mike’s neck.

“Okay, stay there.” Mike quickly got out of the car and went to Stan’s side, throwing open his door so he could pull Stan into his arms. They kissed passionately, Mike pushing Stan against their car so he could grind into him.

“Mike I need you, please.” Stan whimpered as Mike’s hands roamed over him.

“Come on baby, I’ll take good care of you.” Mike lead Stan to the back of their car, popping the door and laying out the blanket they kept in case of emergency naps. Carefully he pushed Stan onto it, looking at him as he did. His hair was already mussed and his lips were bruised. “Fuck you’re gorgeous,” He said, leaning down to kiss Stan again. Stan tried to pull Mike on top of him but Mike had other ideas. He quickly stripped Stan down until he was naked, pausing again to admire him before pulling Stan’s hips to the edge of the car. Then he knelt down, pressing heated kisses to his thighs.

“Mike.” Stan whined, growing impatient.

“Okay, okay.” Mike said, finally getting on his knees. He was face to face with Stan’s hole and carefully, not wanting to startle him, pressed a kiss to it. The noise that came out of Stan was nearly enough to make him cum in his pants. With that encouragement he started to lick the rim of the muscle, Stan whimpering and begging for more as he did. By the time Mike finally pressed his tongue in Stan was a shuddering mess, trying to press back onto Mike’s tongue and babbling encouragement.

“Mike, please fuck me. Please. I need you.” Stan’s voice was wrecked and Mike had no desire to ignore his husband’s request. Standing, he quickly shed his clothes and pressed another kiss to his husband’s stomach.

“I think we still have-” He said, reaching into one of the side pockets of the car and finding a small emergency bottle of lube. “Lube doesn’t go bad, right?” He asked Stan. They had kept it here for times when they took couple’s or weekend trips with friends so they didn’t have to worry about finding it in some small town.

Not waiting for Stan’s response he poured some onto his fingers, pressing one easily into Stan. He watched Stan arch into it, grinding onto Mike’s finger. Mike tried to be patient, opening up his husband as much as he could but between his throbbing erection and Stan’s begging he wasn’t sure he could.

Finally, three finger later Stan was threatening a divorce if Mike didn’t fuck him so, pouring more lube onto himself Mike finally pushed into Stan, both groaning as they finally joined.

“Baby.” Mike said with awe, “I forgot how good you feel.”

“Then don’t just stand there, fuck me.” Stan said, wrapping his legs around Mike’s waist and driving him even deeper. He hands pushed against their back seats, angling himself for Mike.

Mike started to thrust, his own hands running over Stan’s thighs and stomach. “Baby baby,” He kept repeating, too lost in the sensation to say anything else. Stan was whining and moaning under him as Mike’s hips moved. Mike moved one slick hand to Stan’s erection, pumping him as he thrust. He wasn’t sure how long he could last but he wanted Stan to cum first.

“Harder.” Stan demanded, his eyes screwed up as he chased his orgasm. Mike obligated, his thrusts getting rougher and more erratic as he got close. He felt Stan tense under him then he came, cum coating his stomach and Mike’s hand.

“Fuck.” Mike got out before he was cumming too, holding himself in Stan as his own orgasm ripped through him.

He waited for a minute, catching his breath then Mike bent down, kissing Stans’ cheek. “I missed you.” He said, finally pulling out and grabbing some baby wipes from the back seat. He cleaned up Stan then himself.

“I missed you too.” Stan said, pulling on his clothes. He kissed Mike gently as he buttoned up his shirt. Mike pulled him into a tight hug, both other them leaning against the other for just a minute.

“We should get back huh?” Mike whispered into Stan’s hair, still not willing to let go.

To his surprised Stan shook his head. “Richie said they’d watch the kids for as long as we needed.” He pulled back enough to look up at Mike. “I say we go take a long bath and then-” He gave Mike a smile that he recognized.

“Round two?” Mike asked.

Stan nodded. “It’s been awhile since we’ve used any of those ropes or toys you got for me.”

Mike practically groaned. For Stan’s last birthday he’d gotten him a light BDSM kit that they’d barely used. “The kids may be having a sleepover tonight.” Mike said, pulling Stan into a deep kiss before releasing them. “School night be damned.”

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[yes-dillman-yes]

Different Time, Different Life

Reddie/It/Superpowers AU

Paring: Eddie K. x Richie T. 

Summary: Richie and his best bud, Bill, take over their parent’s old job of protecting the people of DC. They take care of every criminal. Except for a certain villain that goes by the name The Dreamer. Ignoring their sexual tension, Richie and this villain has been archnemesis for two years. Until an ungodly being enters the picture and causes destruction that will make the good and bad of DC join sides and take down the true evil creeping on the streets and in our mind.

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Warning: Smut, Language, Minor Character Death, Violence

part 1 // part 2

Third Person POV

January 24th, 2016

The night was cold and calm. Distant sirens gave Richie a certain comfort. Knowing that the police could do their job and he didn’t have to come save the day once again. Not that he didn’t like his job. Hell, Richie craved validation. He was still trying to get used to the whole superhero title. The title that he felt more pressured into holding than actually wanting to pursue.

Richie had only been doing this job for a month and he already felt overwhelmed.  

Cars passed, lights flashed everywhere, and people’s laughs heard from outside the bar he was currently standing in front of waiting for Bill filled the air. There was life everywhere around Richie, but he still felt alone. No one within his surroundings knew who he really was or the powers he held that was inherited from his now-retired father.

In the corner of the hero’s eye, he saw a short shadow move quickly. The figure was in all black and seemed as though they had a mask on. Behind the figure, two large assumed to be men were chasing after the person. He wasn’t quite sure who was the bad guy or not, but he felt a certain need to protect the man in the mask. Must have been his superhero instinct kicking in.

The three unknown figures turned the ally way about sixteen feet away from where Richie was standing. He could hear a scream and some intense rumbling sounds erupt from the hidden ally way. Using his sort of x-ray vision skills, he saw the people fighting and one man was on the ground. He walked closer to the scene, a conversation coming to his ears.

“Give us the money, you chump. We’re not here to play your foolish games.”

“Or I could tell you to fuck off. In my case, I like the second option.”

To the sounds of it, it seemed as though the two larger men were robbing the other man. Richie knew he had to help the guy even though it sounded like he could handle himself. So, he ran. What he was about to see next would definitely set him into shock.

“Help! Someone help me! It burns! It burns!” the once very stern voice of the large man was now screaming in horror.

“Sir, what’s wrong? There’s nothing on you,” Richie tires to calm down the man in his arm. But, the man just cries.

The hairy man that was once on the ground grabs the man crying out of Richie’s arms and starts to run the other way. But, before the men turn the corner a few words are shared.

“Stay away from us, you monster! Stay far away or you’ll regret it.”

Richie was surprised by the name the big man placed on the man in the mask. He wasn’t quite sure what the hell happened, why one of them was crying in fear, or who this mysterious man behind him was. But, to say the least, he was intrigued.

Once things calmed down and it’s only Richie and the man, Richie turns to the masked figure. “Who are you?”

At the sound of Richie’s voice, the man meets his eyes and forms a sad smile. Richie taking note that the mask only covers half of the man’s face with wacky black lined patterns.

“Call me The Dreamer,” a soft voice answers.

Richie almost laughed at the name. Not because the name had some comical value. But, the name sounded like a superhero name which kinda frightened Richie. He didn’t know that there were more people like him. Although, it would answer many of the forming questions in his head.

But, before Richie could even say a word, the man spoke once more.

“Love to stay and chat, but I don’t like to keep people waiting. See you later.”

With that, the man disappeared. It was as if the air just ate him up.

Richie stood there in the middle of the darkness and let his mind try to comprehend what just happened. A new uneasy feeling of adventure filled Richie.

“See ya later,” Richie whispers.

Present Day: March 4th, 2018

“Richie! Better suit up. Seems like your little boyfriend is robbing another bank,” Beverly yells from her seat facing a desktop computer, “Let’s not get sidetracked this time.”

With a roll of the eyes, Bill comments, “We al-all know Rich-chee can’t stay focused while Dreamer’s ‘sweet ass’ is right there.”

Small giggles fill the airy room.

Richie fidgeting with his blue and black suit, says, “You guys know I’m standing here, right? And we’re running late. Let’s go, Bill.”

“Alright, Captain. Lead the way.”

“Alright, aren’t you tired of playing the same game, babe? We’ve done this once too many times.”

The Dreamer turns around and his frown somehow turns down deeper. Annoyance covering his face.

“Get out of here, Trashmouth. Not in a mood for a fight today.”

Richie leans against the counter dividing him and his not so secret enemy crush.

“You love seeing my handsome face, Dreamy Bear,” Richie says in a sickeningly sweet voice while he flicks his wrist, closing the bank register.

The masked man signs in annoyance and surprise, not thinking the mother man could close the register.

“You’re right. Sometimes seeing that handsome face of yours makes me wanna be a good guy,” he says with a straight flirtatious voice. Now leaning against the counter, face to face with Richie.

Stumbling over his words, “Re-really? ‘Cause-”

“God, no!” The Dreamer’s loud laugh erupts into the room, “But, seeing your face was priceless.”

Richie’s face went completely red. He felt like a fool. Half for believing his enemy and for doing something he said he wouldn’t. Getting sidetracked.

“Well, I gotta go. But, thanks for the laugh,” the villain picks up a bag of cash while he says his goodbyes.

But, before he could disappear, Richie grabs his wrist. A shockingly strong grip holds The Dreamer in place. The two make intense eye contact.

“You’re not going anywhere, but jail this time. I promise that I will visit, babe.”

“Don’t call me that. And if you wanna play hardball, fine,” the villain breaths out heavily, “Let’s go.”

At the speed of light, The Dreamer flips over the counter and lands right on his feet. He turns to a shooked Richie and lets a devilish smile spread across his face. He throws a punch at Richie but misses. 

Richie swipes his foot across the floor and makes his enemy fall to the ground on to his back. A grunt leaves the small man’s mouth. 

For a split second, Richie almost felt bad. Almost.

Richie hovers over The Dreamer and in a pirate accent, “You gotta try harder than that, son.”

“Don’t you dare touch me again.”

Richie has seen The Dreamer’s powers before. He doesn’t use them often, but when he does use them, it’s usually on somebody else. Richie has only experienced the wrath of his enemies powers once. The one time was enough for Richie to know that no one should mess with this man. This man was not just a monster, he was also a freak. But, so was Richie.      

“Come on, dude. Just give up? Aren’t you tired of being evil? Jail time could do you some good,” Richie says in a voice so generic. 

The Dreamer’s eyes start to glimmer with something unexplainable. Something in Richie’s words hit him. Hard. “Evil? You really think I’m evil?”

“Well, I did-”

“I’ll show you evil.”

Richie didn’t exactly know what was happening at first, but then he saw the faces. The bright colored faces that matched their brightly colored clothes, staring at him. Eating their way through Richie. He felt sick. 

Even though Richie could no longer see the villain, his voice whispers through Richie’s ears. “Watch what you assume. ‘Cause you obviously have no clue who I am. I’ll see you around, Trashmouth.”

Richie would’ve loved to say something, but his lungs felt tight and the clowns were cornering him. Stepping closer while their laughs got louder. Everything seemed like a dream. Or more so a nightmare. He felt a large hand press against his back, crawling to his neck. Right before the hand gripped Richie’s neck, he heard Bill’s booming voice. 

“Hey, hey, are you alright?” Bill’s heavily worried voice ask Rich. 

Richie didn’t know how to react. The air in his lungs felt like smoke and his blood was rushing. Just a second ago he was going to be chocked by a clown. Now he’s struggling to breathe while his best friend is telling him to calm down. And The Dreamer is gone. 

Fuck.

“Bill, god bill, his gone. I missed him again. Dammit,” Richie speaks in a rushed defeated voice. 

“It’s fine. Well, get him next time. I just need to know if you’re okay,” Bill says calmly, “Are you okay?”

Richie nods his head, still stuck on what the hell just happened. “I’m okay, Bill. But he got away. The people are gonna lose faith in us.”

“I said it’s fine. Now, let’s get out of here. The police will clean up the mess,” Bill orders, “Look up, you’ll see him again.”

And Richie will see him again. But, their meeting won’t be like any other.

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When The Tin Roof Gets To Talkin’

Summary: Mike and Stan get caught in a rainstorm and take shelter in the barn, Stan is more than happy to ride out the storm with Mike.

Pairing: Mike X Stan (Stanlon)

Rating: Explicit

A/N: This was a request from the wonderful billbenbev who wanted some serious Stanlon smut. Here you are darling, some filthy filthy smut where Stan and Mike get it on in a barn to the sound of raindrops on the tin roof. Hopefully this is kind of what you were looking for. I hope you enjoy it!!! Thank you for your kind words and request, I love you dearly and I hope that you love this! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

NSFW Under the Cut...

Stanley Uris was not what people would picture as the stereotypical farm boy. He didn’t have bulging muscles, a twang in his voice, and he most certainly did not wear cowboy boots. He didn’t meet any of those requirements, but Stan was completely comfortable admitting that he was, in fact, a farm boy.

-

Back in May, Stan had asked Mike if there was anything that he could do to help out on the Hanlon farm over the summer. Their junior year of high school had proved to be difficult on Stan’s mental health. He found himself far more stressed out, his compulsions and obsessive thoughts were getting worse, and he was having more and more debilitating panic attacks. He wanted to get away, to find something else to focus on, something where he could devote his attention to completing the tasks of a routine.

He had gotten the idea to ask Mike if he needed help on the farm after the whole Losers club had gone out one weekend for a boozy sleepover party. He had gotten up with Mike to help him tend to his morning chores, while the others all slept off their hangovers. Mike had a mental checklist, and everytime that they completed an item off of if, he would give Stan a high five and they would move on to the next step. Stan found the whole process mentally stimulating in the best way possible. He felt fulfilled. When he had gotten back to his house the following afternoon, his mind began racing again, searching for the comfort that he had found at the Hanlon farm with Mike. He knew immediately that he wanted to spend more time there, especially when school let out the following month, so he decided to ask Mike.

“Are you serious, Stan? You want to waste your summer before senior year working on the farm?” Mike asked with uncertainty while he stuck his Algebra Two book back in his locker.

“Yeah. I’m serious.” Stan responded from where he was leaning against the locker next to Mike’s. “I just...the repetition of the routines...I think it could be good, Mikey. It might help, but if you think it’ll be a hassle to have me around…”

“No. That’s not what I meant, Stan.” Mike tried to clarify and backtrack. “I meant that it’s kind of boring and monotonous. Not exactly what I would choose to do, if I had a choice.”

“You know I like routines, Mike. Monotonous is not always a bad thing.” Stan rocked back on his heels, waiting for Mike to finish up at his locker so that they could head to their American history class.

“Okay, sure. I mean, I’ll have to ask my grandpa, but I’m sure it’ll be fine. It won’t completely suck to get to spend some more time with you away from the other Losers and that chaos.” Mike conceded as they moved down the crowded halls, he poked Stan in the ribs with his elbow playfully and shot him one of his mega watt smiles, the kind that could defrost even an ice queen’s heart. It made Stan feel all warm and tingly inside.

“Thanks, Mikey. You’re the best.” He said returning the smile before they both ducked into their classroom and settled in for the lecture.

-

It was now the beginning of August and Stan had been helping out at the Hanlon farm all summer. His daily routines combined with the fresh air had his mind clearer than it had been in years. A sense of calm had settled over him, it was truly amazing.

Most days he and Mike worked together. They’d feed the animals, water the fields and gardens, go through and pick the crops that were ready, and find time to talk about everything and nothing in between. Stan loved every single second of it.

Today they were walking through the rows of corn, checking to see if any of the crops were rotten. Stan could feel the sweat bubbling beneath his collar, the sun beating down on his neck and shoulders. He willed the clouds in the sky to actually provide some coverage. It had been one of the hottest summers in Derry’s history, at least according to the almanac that Mike had found and poured over every detail written on the yellowing pages for weeks. It had hardly rained at all since the beginning of June. The weathermen on TV claimed that they were in for a big storm, but Stan would believe it when it happened. Stan ran his hand along the stalks of his row, everything seemed to be in order.

“How’s it looking, Stanny?” Mike called from a few rows over where he was inspecting his own set of plants. Mike’s voice snapped him out of his daze and he shook his head to clear his mind.

“These are good over here.” Stan called back. “Hey, Mike. Can we take a break for a few minutes?” He asked hopefully. They had been working almost non stop for hours, and the heat was starting to affect him a bit more than he’d like to admit.

“Sure thing, Bud. You read my mind.” Mike said coming into view, another one of his breathtaking smiles on his face. His white t-shirt was soaked with sweat, and he used a bandana to wipe off his forehead. “You want to go sit on the Rock? I’ll grab some waters from the cooler.” Stan nodded in agreement.

The Rock had become their secret spot, where they would hang out while they had down time if they felt like being alone. The Rock was this huge boulder that had been on the property long before the Hanlon’s had come to own it. It sat near the far end of the farm, quite a hike from the main barn and the Hanlon house, but the solitude was part of what made it so unique. That and the sheer size of it. No machine that they had ever tried was strong enough to move the Rock, so they decided to leave it. Mike’s grandmother had actually come to embrace the Rock and planted her flower gardens around it. Mike had laid down some stepping stones to make a path through the garden so that people could sit on the large stone. Stan thought it was one of the most beautiful places in the world, a thought that had intensified when Mike had surprised him by building two bird feeders to hang on posts in the garden. Stan could sit and watch the beautiful birds that flocked to those feeders forever, especially if Mike was joining him.

Stan climbed up the rough material and sat down on the flat surface of the Rock, and let his legs hang over the side. The clouds seemed to be rolling in a bit more and provided some much needed relief from the sun. He laid back, closing his eyes and letting the soft breeze float over his body. He was so relaxed that he didn’t even hear Mike approaching, or when he climbed up the rock and plopped next to him.

“Stan?” Mike murmured, trying to judge if he was actually awake. Stan turned his head towards him and his eyes fluttered open. He smiled sweetly up at Mike. “There you are. You want some water?” Stan nodded and lifted himself so that he was leaning back on his elbows. Mike grabbed a bottle from his satchel and unscrewed it, going to hand it over to Stan. He sighed dramatically when he saw the other boy making no move to grab it.

“Will you hold it for me, Mikey? I’m so thirsty.” Stan asked, batting his eyelashes slightly. Mike rolled his eyes, but scooted closer to him so that he could hold the bottle to his lips. He was perfectly capable of holding his own water bottle, they both knew that, but Stan liked when Mike gave in and took care of him, and Mike liked it just as much. Stan took a few gulps, and Mike tried not to stare at the obscene sight of Stan’s adam’s apple bobbing every time that he swallowed. Mike pulled the bottle back from Stan’s lips and took a long swig from it.

“Looks like we might finally be getting some rain. Maybe things will actually cool off to a not so hellish temperature.” Mike mused, staring at the clouds above them. They looked more gray now and were blocking a good deal of the sunlight.

“Hmmm. That would be nice.” Stan replied, watching the way that Mike’s muscles shifted under his shirt as he fidgeted. “Lay down with me, Mike. Relax.” Stan closed his eyes again, a peaceful expression crossing over his features. Mike could never refuse an offer like that and laid down beside Stan, closing his eyes as well.

Mike had no idea how long they had been laying there but he was brought back to reality when a thick drop of water landed on his forehead. He blinked his eyes open and gasped at how dark the sky had gotten. He turned to wake Stan up, but was too late. Stan squawked as a raindrop hit his cheek, then a few more. He jolted upright and Mike wrapped an arm around his waist to make sure he didn’t fall. Just like that the sky seemed to open up, sheets of rain falling.

“Holy shit!” Stan screamed. Mike climbed down carefully off of the Rock and then reached up to help Stan down to the ground.

“Let’s head to the Annex. It’s not that far. We can ride out the storm there.” Mike said, Stan nodded, and Mike took his hand pulling him along with him as he ran as fast as he could through the rain and mud. By the time they made it to their destination they were soaked to the bone. Mike slid the door shut behind them. The Annex was an old barn on the property, they used it to store extra hay and tools. Mike loved it because there was also a loft that was perfect for setting up camp and watching the stars. He was thankful that he had remembered to seal the roof hatch the last time he had come in here.

Stan climbed the ladder carefully. There was barely any light and most of his movements had to be made by touch. Mike was right behind him and they managed to easily make it onto the old platform. Mike quickly found one of the gas lanterns that he kept up there, and a box of matches and lit it. A soft glowing light filled the space, allowing them to see their surroundings. Mike hung the lantern from a hook on a low beam and did the same with a second lantern on the other side of the loft.

Stan felt the need to begin peeling his wet clothes off. The feeling of them getting to be too much for him to stand. He toed out of his sneakers and put them nice and straight by the ladder. They were covered in mud, he did not have hope that they would survive this whole experience. He pulled his wet socks off as well. He was unsure if he should strip out of his jeans and shirt as well. He looked over to Mike for clarification and found him shirtless, having already shucked off his boots and socks, and now he was working on his belt so that he could push the wet fabric of his jeans down his thighs. Stan’s mouth watered at the thought. He needed to get a grip. Mike was his friend, they were just friends.

Stan followed Mike’s lead and pulled his shirt over his head. The motion caused one of his curls to stick to his forehead and he grimaced. He folded his shirt nicely, even though it was wet, and set it next to his socks. His jeans were already tight before they got soaked, Stan liked his clothing to be slim fitted to his body, and now with the water they were damn near impossible to get off. Stan whined as the fabric refused to move over the swell of his ass.

“You okay, Stan?” Mike asked with concern, he stood no more than ten feet away from Stan, clad only in his red plaid boxers. Stan had to keep his eyes from wandering over the muscles of Mike’s shoulders, chest, and abdominals still visibly wet from their trek in the rain. A look of understanding seemed to cross his face as he realized that Stan was struggling to wiggle out of his pants. “Here, let me help. Sit down and I’ll pull them off.” Stan groaned in protest but sat down carefully anyway. He lifted his hips so that Mike would have easier access. Mike started tugging them down from Stan’s ankles. The jeans began moving, but Stan let out a gasp of surprise.

“Wait!” He squealed. Dropping his hips down. Mike looked at him with concern, had he hurt Stan? God, he would never do that on purpose. He would protect Stan with his own life, would risk it all before he let Stan get hurt. “So-sorry. My jeans were stuck to my underwear and they were pulling them down, I uh...I wasn’t trying to put on that type of show for you.” Stan explained cheeks flushing.

“I wouldn’t have minded.” Mike muttered so low that Stan didn’t hear it, he cocked his head to the side wondering what he had said. Mike internally corrected himself. “Sorry, I meant that I shouldn’t have been pulling so hard. Are you situated? Should I continue?” Stan nodded and Mike managed to get the offending garment off without anymore issues. Just like with his other clothes, Stan folded the jeans and stacked them nicely with the rest of his possessions.

Stan listened intently to the pitter patter on the tin roof caused by the flood of raindrops that were hitting it. It made him smile, almost like nature’s own version of a song. He looked around the loft again when something caught his eye. It was a bright red trunk, with gold caps on the edges and fasteners. It looked like something a rockstar would take on tour.

“What’s this, Mike? I don’t remember seeing this here before.” Stan asked. Mike had hosted quite a few hangouts here in the loft. It provided just enough privacy that his grandparents weren’t breathing down his neck, with the comfort and safety of knowing they were nearby if he needed them. In all the times that Stan had been up here, he couldn’t recall ever seeing this trunk.

“Oh. Richie brought it here a few weeks ago. He said there were some supplies in it, for emergencies. Like if anyone needed to get away from their folks for a few days and hideout here. He said that they would be able to survive on whatever is in that trunk.” Mike explained, and Stan’s interest was peaked.

“Any idea what he put in there?” Mike shook his head at Stan, and went back to laying some blankets down on the floor. Stan moved over to the trunk and knelt before it. He unlatched the fasteners and carefully pushed the lid open. He smiled when he took in the contents of the box, it was amazing how different he and his best friend’s ideas were about what should be classified as emergency provisions. He pulled out a gallon sized ziploc baggie and a huge bottle and held them up gawking at the contents.

“Lube and condoms?” Stan asked, drawing Mike’s attention to what he was holding. “Are you serious? Good lord, Richie.” He shook his head as he set them back in the trunk.

“Well, you can’t say that he isn’t prepared.” Mike said, and Stan jumped slightly, when had he gotten so close?

“Prepared enough for all of us to fuck throughout an apocalypse.” Stan murmured under his breath and Mike laughed. It made Stan’s insides tingle.

“Mmmm, that doesn’t sound too bad.” Mike said, there was a hint of something in his voice that Stan couldn’t place. Was it arousal? Stan turned to look at him and found Mike raking his eyes over his body, staring at the way the Stan’s ass was on display in his briefs. His eyes widened when he saw that Stan had caught him, but he didn’t look guilty, he looked turned on.  “Stanny…” Mike breathed out. Stan felt his breath catch in his throat.

“Mike. What…?” His question got lost in the air between them when Mike leaned forward and pressed his lips to Stan’s. The initial shock gave way to something else completely. Stan felt his eyes slide closed, and then it was like an explosion of fireworks. He never wanted to do anything for the rest of his life except for kissing Mike. His instincts took over and he pushed Mike so that he was lying on his back and climbed over him to straddle his hips before leaning forward and pulling him into another kiss.

Mike moaned into the kiss, bringing his hands up to rest on Stan’s hips. Stan licked across his lips and Mike opened his mouth to give him access, his grip on stan’s hips tightening. Stan broke the kiss and moaned out at the sensation, sitting up and throwing his head back. Mike stared up at him with lust filled eyes.

“Gahhhh, mmmm, Mike, that feels...good.” Stan gasped, Mike sat up, holding Stan tightly in his lap and pulled him in for another kiss. Stan ground his hips down without even thinking and Mike hissed in response. Stan immediately moved to get off of him, apologies thick on his tongue. “Shit, Mike, I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t apologize, that felt so good. Oh my God.” Mike rushed out and Stan blushed, he tried to lower his head to get away from Mike’s gaze, but Mike was having none of it. He lifted Stan’s chin until he was looking right into his eyes. “You are so fucking gorgeous, Stan. You have no idea what you do to me. Watching you all summer….damn.”

“Fuck, Mikey.” Stan moaned breathless. “How do you think I feel, watching sweat drop down those fucking amazing muscles everyday? And your hands, your fucking hands. I want them all over me.”

“Yeah?” Mike asked, a smirk crossing his face that had Stan squirming in his lap. “Where do you want my hands, Baby?”

“Mike, don’t tease me. Don’t make me say it just so you can laugh and leave.” Stan said, doubt setting into his voice. This was all too much, he couldn’t believe that he had let himself let go so much.

“Stanley. I’m not teasing. I want you so bad, have for a long time. Just tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen. Anything to make you feel good.” Mike said truthfully, one of his beautiful smiles stretching across his face, and Stan swooned. He licked his lips as he looked Mike in the eye. “Jesus, Stan. You and that tongue, that mouth. It’ll be the death of me.” Stan groaned, and he knew exactly what he wanted from Mike.

“Hey, Mikey?” Stan asked, rolling his hips down slightly in Mike’s lap, Mike groaned and nodded at Stan. “I really really want to blow you.”

“Fuck, yes.” Mike groaned, and Stan moved off of him, letting him get into a more comfortable position. Mike laid back down on the blankets he had laid out before, and propped his head up with a pillow, he slipped his boxers down over his hips and kicked them off to the side. He spread his legs, getting ready for Stan to take his place between them.

Stan gasped at the unbelievably gorgeous sight in front of him. Mike’s muscles were all on display, a deep v forming on his lower abdomen that acted like a welcome sign to his crotch. Mike was big, the biggest Stan had ever seen, in real life or in the dirty magazines that Richie had gotten him for his birthday. Not that he had very much experience in real life, just his own, and that one guys he hooked up with at JCC camp last summer,  It was thicker than a beer can and long. God it was long, and he wasn’t even fully hard yet. The sight of Mike’s cock made Stan’s mouth water. He moved forward, settling himself between Mike’s legs. He took a deep breath, nerves starting to kick in, and tried to shake it off and calm down. Mike picked up on his change in demeanor immediately.

“Hey, Stan. No, listen to me, we don’t have to do anything. Not if you’re uncomfortable.” Mike said moving to grab his boxers so that he could slide them back on. Stan grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“I want to, Mike. I just don’t have a whole lot of experience actually doing this, and you’re like really really big.” Stan said honestly and Mike looked back at him with wide eyes, surprised at the words that had just come out of Stan’s mouth. He was usually so prim and proper, that wasn’t to say that he wasn’t a massive flirt, because he was, but usually in more polite terms. “It’s super hot, but a bit intimidating. Just let me ease myself in, yeah?”

“Y-yeah. Of course. We can take it as slow as you want.” Mike gulped, and laid back down, giving Stan the space he needed. Stan smiled gratefully at him before licking his hips and moving closer to Mike’s groin again. He tentatively gripped the base of Mike’s cock and stroked upwards, twisting his wrist as he reached the head. Mike groaned underneath him. “S-so-so good, Stanny.” That was all the encouragement he needed, Stan leaned in and licked a flat stripe up the side of Mike’s cock, then took the head in his mouth, sucking on it lightly while his hand kept jerking the rest of his length. He tongued at the slit, moaning at the taste of Mike’s precum on his tongue. He carefully tried to slide his head down Mike’s dick, only managing a few inches before he had to pull up again. Mike was a writhing mess, noises of pleasure escaping his mouth with every move that Stan made. Stan took him even deeper, feeling his eyes water as the head of Mike’s cock touched the very back of his throat. Mike cried out in pleasure at the feeling, the wet heat of Stan’s mouth encompassing him in a way he had never felt before. Stan held his place there as long as he could before pulling back for a deep breath, his little gasps of air hit Mike’s sensitive flesh and he was so close that if Stan didn’t pull away he was pretty sure that he would come from just the ghosting of his breath. He sat up before Stan could move his mouth back. “Baby, I’m gonna cum if we don’t stop, you’re so good.” He leaned forward and pulled Stan into a sloppy kiss. He moaned at the taste of his own pre cum on Stan’s tongue.

Stan was painfully hard in his briefs, his neglected cock desperate for some attention. He rocked his hips forward and moaned at the resulting friction when his cock rubbed against Mike’s muscular thigh. Mike grabbed Stan by the hips preventing him from repeating the action and Stan whined. Riding Mike’s thigh seemed like such a good idea, and he was being denied that very thing.

“It’s your turn, Baby. Are you going to let me take care of you?” Mike asked, digging his thumbs into Stan’s hips with a bit more pressure leaving the other boy almost crying out in pleasure. Stan nodded frantically, he wanted to be taken care of, needed some assistance. “Can you get on your hands and knees for me, Stanny?” Stan groaned again, pulling Mike in for a quick kiss before getting into position. He stuck his still clothed ass out for Mike, putting it on display. Mike hooked his fingers in the band of Stan’s briefs and pulled the elastic down past his milky white globes and freeing his cock in the process. Stan cried out in relief when his dick bounced up against his stomach, finally being freed from the restraints of his underwear. Mike grabbed his ass cheeks in his hands, spreading them and revealing Stan’s tight and pink puckered hole. He wasn’t surprised to see that Stan was completely hairless down there. He was so particular about his appearance and cleanliness in everyway, Mike would expect nothing less of the boy than to remove all the hair until he was completely smooth. Mike couldn’t help himself, he wanted a taste, and leaned forward his breath ghosting over Stan’s hole.

“No!” Stan gawked suddenly, lurching forward. Mike drew back quickly, wondering what he had done wrong. Stan hung his head in shame. “It’s not clean, Mike. I haven’t showered since this morning, it’s gross. I don’t want you to...it’s dirty.” Stan explained quietly. Mike could barely hear him over the drops of rain on the tin roof of the barn.

“I don’t care about that, Stan. I want to make you feel good.” Mike responded, but Stan made another noise of protest. Mike understood and appreciated Stan’s concerns. He looked towards Richie’s trunk of wonders and something caught his eye. He leaned away from Stan and grabbed the package. Stan was kneeling and watching his every move. “Would it make you feel better if you used these to clean yourself up?” Mike asked hopefully, holding up a pack of baby wipes. Stan nodded and Mike handed them over. Stan turned so that his backside was facing away from Mike and used the wipes to clean himself up the best that he could. When he was satisfied he handed the package back to Mike and tossed the used wipes to the side. “Feel better?” Mike asked.

“Yes. Thank you for understanding, and not calling me a freak.” Stan said, and Mike gave him a reassuring smile. Stan took the opportunity to pull his briefs off all the way before getting back into position for Mike. Mike grabbed his ass cheeks and separated them, a little rougher than the first time, and Stan moaned out at the feeling. Mike let his tongue gently trace Stan’s entrance, flicking it against the fluttering muscle, letting it catch the rim ever so slightly and gently tugging. “Mmmmm, fuck.” Stan cried out at the feeling. It was overwhelming. Mike licked a thick stripe from his sack and all the way up his crack, teasing the sensitive flesh. He let his thumb rub teasingly over the hole while his mouth focused on pleasuring Stan’s balls. He licked at his sack, feeling his balls tremble from the stimulation. Stan could feel tears rolling down his face from all the sensations. It was all so good. Mike’s tongue made its way back to Stan’s hole and poked experimentally at the rim. With a little more force, Mike managed to work the tip of his tongue into the hole, and began fucking it in and out softly. Stan writhed in pleasure, begging for more, and Mike upped his speed.

“Does that feel good, Stan?” He asked pulling away slightly to catch his breath, Stan moaned out in response. “You think you’re ready to take my fingers, Baby?”

“Gah, fuck yes, Mikey. Stretch me open so I can take your fat cock.” Mike chuckled at Stan’s downright pornographic words, all sense of shame gone with the current amount of pleasure and lust that he was feeling. Mike grabbed the bottle of lube that Stan had abandoned earlier, and squeezed some of the liquid over his fingers. He coated four, knowing that Stan was going to need some extra prep to take him all the way in. He rubbed his index finger around Stan’s hole. “Mmmm. stick it in, Mikey. I can take it. Been thinking about those fingers inside of me all summer.” Mike groaned and pushed his first finger in to the knuckle. Stan tried to buck back on his finger, but Mike held his hip still, letting him get used to the size. When Stan was whining and wiggling around, Mike finally took mercy on him and began to thrust his finger in and out. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes, keep going.” Stan cheered him on.

When he was sure that Stan could handle it he added another finger. The stretch caused Stan to let out another long whine at the sensation, Mike rubbed his fingers along the inside of Stan before he crooked his fingers quickly, hitting Stan’s spot dead on.

“Ahhhhh. Yes. Mike, so good.” He heard Stan sob out and repeated the motion. He began thrusting his two fingers in and out at a steady pace, stretching and scissoring them apart inside of Stan’s wet heat. “Another Mike, come on, I want to feel your cock. Taking so long.” Stan complained. Mike couldn’t deny him what he wanted and on the next thrust he added his third finger, twisting his wrist, giving Stan no time to adjust before he was back to the rhythm of thrusting that he had been using before. “Mmmmm, fill me up so good, Mikey. So good. Do you have another for me? I can take it…” Mike cut him off by thrusting his four fingers deep inside, fucking the words right out of him. He crooked his fingers again, massaging Stan’s spot over and over again, Stan saw stars, he could feel the heat pooling in his stomach, he was going to cum, hard and fast, but then Mike’s fingers were gone. Stan whined out, frustrated at the loss. The he heard the sound of the condom wrapper being torn open.

“How do you want me, Stanley?” Mike asked as he slid the condom down his shaft, groaning at the feeling of his own hand, and then poured a generous amount of lube on for good measure. Stan took no time at all to think it over.

“M-Mike, I want to ride you.” Stan confessed looking at Mike with his desperate lust blown eyes. Mike groaned and quickly moved over to the blankets, he laid down and propped himself up on his elbows, like Stan had done earlier when he made him hold his bottle to his lips for him. Stan gingerly moved to straddle Mike’s hips. Mike lifted himself up to press another kiss to Stan’s lips. The kiss helped to calm Stan down and he reached behind him to hold Mike’s dick in place and lifted himself up. He took a deep breath as he let the head of Mike’s cock breach his tight ring of muscles and slowly let himself sink down. Inch by inch he felt himself stretching around Mike’s thick length, it was almost too much, but Stan wanted this so bad. He let out a choked sound when his ass finally met Mike’s hips. His eyes screwed shut at the feeling and he stayed as still as he possibly could, not wanting to make any sudden movements that would cause shooting pain.

“So good, Baby. Take your time, you feel so good.” Mike soothed, trying to calm himself down as well. Stan felt so good, his tight heat wrapping around his cock was overwhelming, Mike had to fight his every instinct to prevent himself from drilling up into Stan and hurting him. After a few moments, Stan took a deep breath and slowly lifted himself up and dropped himself back down just as slowly.

“Ohhh.” He let out, the pain was starting to turn to pleasure. He repeated the action again, a little smoother this time. Mike moaned from underneath him, the movement felt so good. Stan began to set a steady rhythm, still a bit cautious, but quickly loosening up. “Ahh, God, Mike. You fill me up so good. Ahhh, uhhh.” he started rocking faster and faster, chasing the warm sensation that was coiling in his stomach. He felt his dick bouncing up and down against his stomach with every movement, the sensation was driving him wild, while he felt Mike diving deeper and deeper into him. “FUCK!” He screamed when Mike drilled his hips up and hit his prostate dead on. Mike smiled in victory and repeated the motion, drilling his hips up into Stan every time he thrusted down, hitting his prostate. Stan was overcome with pleasure, he felt like he was going to blackout everytime that Mike hit that spot inside of him, like there were actual fireworks inside of his body that were about to go off.

Mike sensed how close Stan was from his frantic and erratic movements. His thrusts were getting sloppy. His hands rested on Mike’s chest, needing the support to stay upright. Mike leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Stan’s mouth, breaking away when Stan’s jaw dropped open from the feeling of Mike sliding even deeper inside of him than he thought was possible. Mike snaked his hand between the two of them and got a grip on Stan’s dick. Stan cried out at the feeling. Overwhelmed with all of the stimulation. Mike pumped his hand a few more times, he knew that Stan was holding back.

“Come on, Stanny, can you cum for me?” Stan groaned his pace growing more erratic. “Come on, be a good boy for me. Cum for me.” That was all it took, Stan was cumming with a scream, shooting his load all over Mike’s chest and hand. Stan started contracting around Mike’s cock, spent hole trying to tighten up, and Mike groaned out in pleasure. He thrusted up once, twice, and then was holding Stan’s hips tightly and stilling his own as he spilled his load in the condom, buried deep inside Stan. He had never cum so hard in his life. “Holy fuck.”

“Uhm Mikey?” Stan started wiggling around uncomfortably, and Mike released his grip on Stan’s hips, allowing him to gently pull off. Stan groaned as he felt his hole fluttering, desperate to close but being unable to since it was stretched past its limits by Mike’s fat cock. He was going to be feeling it for days. He leaned over to grab the pack of wipes again while Mike carefully removed the condom. “Can I?” Stan asked when he returned and Mike nodded. Stan cleaned Mike up before tossing the wipe to the side and laying down next to him, Mike pulled a spare blanket over them. They laid there silently for a few minutes, Stan snuggled further into Mike’s side, and Mike placed kisses on top of his curls. They were so wrapped up in each other that they hadn’t noticed that the rain had started to let up.

“Hmmm, sounds like the rain has almost stopped.” Mike observed, running his fingers through Stan’s hair soothingly.

“Mmmm, don’t care, I’m not letting you go anywhere. Rain or not.” Stan mumbled sleepily. Mike chuckled in response.

“As you wish, Stanny.” He said sweetly. Stan felt a smile spread across his face, Mike was the absolute best. “You know that we are going to have to talk about this later, right? Decide what it means and all. How this changes things...if it changes anything.” Stan rolled on top of him and looked him in the eyes.

“I love you, Mike. I have for a long time. That kind heart of yours got to me.” Stan confessed, his heart beating faster in his chest as he waited for Mike’s reaction.

“I’m glad you said that,” Mike said, a smile spreading across his face, the type of smile that Stan lived for. “I’ve felt the same way about you for a long time too. I love you, Stanley.” Stan smiled back at him and leaned in for another kiss.

“There, we talked, now we sleep.” Mike chuckled at that, knowing better than to protest and keep Stan away from his rest. They settled back down and fell asleep wrapped around each other.

Mike had never been more grateful for a rainstorm in his whole life.

[lemonadeandrice]

29 Neibolt Street

Hey everyone, I posted the first chapter of my fanfiction, "29 Neibolt Street" up on WattPad.

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[eddieeatsass]

The Key to Pleasure

Pairing: Reddie, Stanlonbrough, Benverly Rating: E Warnings: smut, explicit language Read over on AO3 One summer, Beverly gets a job as a sex-toy saleswoman, the kind that hosts parties where you invite your friends and demo the products in hopes that they’ll buy.

Of course, for her first party, she just invites the Losers. She’s nervous and isn’t really sure how she’s going to do, so they volunteer for a trial run, of sorts.

The Losers have never been private about sex, so even though it might seem awkward to be the one woman in a room full of men, talking about how to get yourself off with nipple clamps, it’s surprisingly comfortable. Richie sticks a suction cup dildo to his forehead and pretends to be a unicorn right off the bat, so the atmosphere is pretty normal.

Beverly goes through her routine: showing off the toys, explaining how they work, passing them around for everyone to feel, rinse and repeat. It’s going smoothly until Beverly introduces the throat spray that’s supposed to remove a person’s gag-reflex.

Stan comments nonchalantly that he has no gag-reflex, and everyone has a reaction. Richie thinks he’s bluffing, Mike’s a little turned on, and in the end Stan is grabbing the suction cup dildo (that’s been attached to Richie’s forehead this whole time) and strides over to the wall. He falls to his knees and sticks it to the surface with a smack. His face stays solemn as he descends his mouth on to the dildo, swallowing it down in one go.

“Holy shit, he really doesn’t!” Richie shouts.

Stan puts on a little show, bobbing back and forth, taking it as deep as he can without crushing his nose against the wall. When he swallows, the outline of the dildo can be seen in his throat. He finally pulls off after a few minutes, only to see the whole room staring in wonder.

The tone of the party changes after that. From then on, everyone is a little more on edge, a little more aware of the things they’re discussing and the ways their bodies are subtly pressed together.

The next interruption comes when Beverly brings out a cock ring and Mike audibly winces.

“God, don’t those hurt?”

Beverly explains how it works, the words flowing freely since it’s part of what she’s made to learn for the job. Eventually, she offers it to him.

“You can try it, if you want.” She says hesitantly, a bit embarrassed at the insinuation.

“What, here?”

“If you want.” Beverly reiterates sweetly, not wanting to put any pressure on him.

Mike looks around the room, surveying all his friend’s faces, before he decides to give it a shot.

“If my dick falls off, at least I’ll have 6 people around to call the paramedics.” He mumbles before disappearing down the hall towards the bathroom.

“Why do only Mike and Stan get to try the products? I call favoritism!” Richie declares loudly.

“You can all try something, if you want.” Beverly shrugs.

“Great, Eddie will try the remote control vibe.” Richie decides.

“Uh, no Eddie will not!” Eddie cries from beside him.

“You said earlier you thought it sounded cool.” Richie threw back.

“Yeah but…” Eddie sighs, giving in to the curiosity. “Okay, I’ll try it.”

Beverly hands it over and Eddie bashfully follows down the same hallway Mike had gone down, turning instead into one of the bedrooms and closing the door quickly.

It takes a few more minutes for Mike and Eddie to return, but when they do it’s in unison. They’re both walking a little funny, but while Eddie doesn’t look any noticeably different, Mike’s pants are tented considerably.

Mike shuffles back to his previous spot between Bill and Stan on the couch and crosses his hands in his lap.

“So!?” Bill pokes him in the side. “How does it f-f-feel? Your c-cock still in one piece?”

Mike clears his throat, nodding meekly. “Yeah, it’s, uh… yeah.”

Stan was regarding him smugly, a knowing look on his face. He leans in close, so only Mike can hear him, and whispers in his ear. “You know, it feels better if it’s not straining against stiff jeans.” Stan was mostly just messing with him to get a reaction, but there was truth behind his words. He’d had enough experience of his own to know what he was talking about.

Meanwhile, Eddie was sitting pretty on the love seat next to Richie. He was twisting the remote around in his hands, anxiety and anticipation mingling in his chest. He had gotten the toy in no problem, it was tiny and curved and sat snug against his prostate, but he’d been too nervous to turn it on yet. He could feel Richie staring at him, gaze flicking back and forth from Eddie’s face to the remote in his hands. Finally, Richie makes a lunge for the remote, grabbing it from Eddie’s hands as Eddie tried to squirm away.

Richie laughs as he makes a dramatic show of pressing the on button. The second the toy comes to life Eddie freezes. Him and Richie have a stare down as Richie’s grin grows, and his finger presses the plus button. Eddie lets himself slump into Richie’s side then, overcome with the new sensation and unable to do much else other than focus on the feeling.

Beverly was trying to get on with her demos before the train completely derailed. She still had Bill and Ben’s attention, half of Stan and Richie’s attention, and none of Eddie’s or Mike’s attention. So, two and two halfs were going to have to do.

The next object she takes out are basic metal handcuffs with a key necklace to match. The idea was that one partner could lock up the other, and then wear the key around their neck. A sexy and functional fashion accessory. Beverly was actually quite enjoying the demonstration when Ben spoke up.

“Are you sure those are safe? Like, what if someone loses the key?”

Beverly laughs warmly and walks over to him.

“They’re totally safe. Do you trust me?” She asks, holding the handcuffs out in front of him. Ben lent her his wrists, which she takes with soft hands and pulls around to the back of Ben’s chair. With a click, the cuffs are on. Beverly gives them a few tugs, showing Ben (and whoever else was barely paying attention at that point) that once they were shut, they were secure. Then she walks over to her set-up to retrieve the key only… it isn’t there.

Richie giggles to himself as he feels the key in his pocket, which he had snuck off the table when everyone had been distracted. Next to him, Eddie was still quiet, eyes shut tight and legs crossed even tighter, as he leans against Richie. They had gotten to level 4 and there were 8 levels listed on the remote. Richie absently wondered if Eddie would even make it to 8.

Across the room, Ben was beginning to panic as Beverly searched frantically for the key. She rallied Bill in to help her, but he quickly gets distracted when he comes across a giant box filled with tiny lube packets. There must be upwards of 500 of the tiny, colorful jelly packs.

“Bev, do these a-a-actually taste like what they s-say they tas-s-ste like?” Bill asks, picking up a packet that advertised itself as Cherry flavored.

“Uh, I don’t know.” Beverly waves him off as she continues to dig through boxes in search of the key.

“C-Can I try it?” Bill asks curiously.

“Denbrough, do whatever you want.” Beverly dismisses him, deciding she’ll get more searching done on her own.

Bill wanders off with the box in hand, digging through it in search of his favorite flavor.

“A-ha!” Bill cheers as he grabs an Apple flavored pack, and sits himself back down on the couch next to Mike, who at this point is trying to subtly grind up into his pants for friction on his aching cock.

“Those don’t actually taste good.” Stan comments from the other side of Mike.

Bill rips open the pack and squirts some in his mouth to test Stan’s theory. He’s delighted when he’s met with a delicious flavor.

“You’re wrong.” Bill responds with a giddy smile.

“Well yeah, when you eat them like candy they taste fine, but get a real dick in the mix and it tastes like shit.” Stan relents.

Bill glares at him challengingly.

“Here.” Stan reaches over to grab a packet from Bill’s box, tearing it open as his hands draw back. He squirts a small amount on to his finger and returns it to Bill’s face, insisting that he try it. Bill takes Stan’s finger into his mouth hesitantly, but licks around his digit none-the-less. It’s blueberry, sweet and tangy.

“Mike, may I?” Stan turns to Mike who was still sandwiched between them, gesturing at his crotch. Mike’s eyes grow wide along with Bill’s, but still, he nods. Stan casually undoes Mike’s pants, pulling them down just enough that his cock springs free. It’s aggressively red, leaking at the tip, and rock hard thanks to the ring snug at the base.

Stan pours the rest of the packet down Mike’s shaft, ignoring as he shivers and gasps at the feeling.

“Now, try it.” Stan regards Bill.

Bill and Mike share an unsure look, but Mike must give Bill the go ahead because soon he’s ducking his head down and licking a wet strip up Mike’s cock to collect the lubrication. He makes a face as he pulls away, and the artificial blueberry flavor mixes with pre-cum to create something nefarious.

Stan looks as if he wants to say he told him so, but instead, he takes his own turn lowering his head. He repeats his earlier actions, only this time performing them on a real cock and not a dildo stuck to a wall. When he pulls away he’s a little breathless, cheeks a little ruddy from exertion.

“There, the lube is all gone, and now it tastes how a cock should.” Stan declares happily.

Bill contemplates it for a second before diving back in, swirling his tongue around Mike as he tries to get his natural taste. He feels a hand on his head, guiding him, but when he looks up he realizes the hand doesn’t belong to Mike. It was Stan’s, who was now making out with Mike above him.

Richie, Beverly and Ben were watching the developments in disbelief, not entirely sure how to move forward now that their party had turned into… this.

Eddie was still blissfully unaware, his vibrator now having been turned up to 6. He’s rocking his hips in small circles now, as if chasing the feeling but also trying to get away from it. Both his hands had attached themselves to Richie’s shirt and he’d tucked his face against Richie’s neck. Richie himself was in absolute heaven, never having guessed he’d ever be in this situation. Everything was going perfectly until Eddie suddenly spoke up.

“Turn it off, Rich-fuck-Richie! Turn it off!” Eddie’s voice was barely above a whisper, and his hands were weak as they grab for the remote. Before Richie can properly react, Eddie collapses into him fully, his body shaking. Richie finds himself in a front row seat as Eddie comes, whimpering in Richie’s ear and clinging to his chest. Richie watches dazedly for a few moments until Eddie’s moans start to sound pained, and that’s when he remembers to turn off the vibrator. He throws the remote to the side as he circles his arms around Eddie, pulling him on to his lap so he can rub his back as he comes down.

Instead, “Richie. Bedroom, now.” Eddie pants.

Richie shoots up within an instant, carrying Eddie with him as he passes by the rest of his friends with little care for their own activities. He only stops when he remembers the burning secret in his pocket. He shifts Eddie’s weight on to one arm and uses the other to fish the handcuff key out of his pocket. He approaches Ben, who now has a half naked Beverly in his lap (wait, when did that happen?) and hesitates before setting the key down on the coffee table instead of interrupting their explorations.

With that, Richie is ready to carry on with whatever the rest of the day has in store for him.