Behind the Scenes // Stenbrough {COMPLETED}

Thirty-Four

—Sunday 12:04 am

We talk for a couple of hours, laughing loudly. Mike decided to leave early so he could take care of his dog. "I'm gonna go...I'm tired." Ben yawns. "Bye guys." He smiles gently as we all say bye.

"C-Crap my phone is on f-fourteen." Pulling my arm away gently Will furrows his brows. "I gotta c-charge my phone." He nods as I leave the room.

"Where's my charger, the f-fuck?" I search around my room, searching for my office it's not there either.

"Oh, there it is." I chuckle happily. My smile disappears. Cold fingertips tap along my sides.

"Stan?" "Will is nice." He smiles generously even though we both know it's fake. "Yeah...he's great." I blush.

He rests his chin on my chest. Starring into my eyes. I push him away gently. It doesn't work.

"Listen...I'm j-just trying to go back in there." He lets go and rolls his eyes. "Whatever." He mumbles.

—Sunday 12:58 am

"Bye Bill, bye guys." Beverly smiles. "I'll go with you," Stanley mumbles following her. His happy mood has dropped a bit.

"Why can't I go with you?" Richie groans. "Because you know why," He smirks. "That's not a good reason." He holds onto the boy's chin gently. "You're still not coming home with me."

"Why not come home with me?" Richie turns the question around. "Nope." "You know what's happens when you act-" "Yup." He smiles leading Richie outside.

"They're gonna-" "Yeah." We laugh. "I'm tired." I kiss his head gently. "Well let's go t-to bed." I look him up and down gently. "If you don't hurry up I swear." He chuckles leading me to the room.

"Let's watch-" he begins to kiss me, my lips, jawline, and neck. "C-Change of plans."

— No, they didn't do what you're thinking.

"I don't have to g-go to set today. Why don't we go e-eat out?" I rest my hands behind my head. He sits on my lap. We both are shirtless.

"Seems fun...where." He pats on my chest. "Let's worry about that tomorrow." I kiss him gently.

He can't sit on my lap like that. Oops.

"Bill!" He squeals. "S-Sorry." I smile laying him in his back. I hover over him kissing his neck gently. "Fuck." He whispers, making us both laugh.

"Don't...Don't laugh at m...me" he says in between me kissing him everywhere.

Purple spots left on his chest, lower stomach, collar bones, and neck. And maybe one or two on his thighs.

"Shit." A new voice startles both of us. "What the fuck?"