💕stenry💕

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Henry's POV

  Gay panic, gay panic, gay panic, gay pani-.. oh? On the other side of the door I could hear a quiet moan and then-.. o-oh. "H-Henry.. please" the last part was more of a whine than a moan, should I go in there? No... he definitely doesn't think I'm listening. God damn I should have worn more comfortable pants than jeans. Wait does this mean he's thinking about me? Meee? I'm the fuel for his lust? I wonder what he's thinking about.. what does he want me to do to him? The moaning continued until it simply stopped.. a few seconds later the water turned off.. oh no.. I quickly rushed back to the bed and grabbed a pillow, holding it so it would-.. you know.. cover up the bulge in my pants. Just think of something gross.. anything.. all I can think about is Stanley, his voice, his lips, everything.

  The door cracked open and I saw him stick his head out, he was blushing. "I forgot to grab clothes-.. would you mind going over to my dresser and just grabbing something for me to wear? Literally anything out of the top two drawers.." I looked down at the pillow in my lap before looking back up at him. "Yeah! Sure.. just.. give me a second.." he smiled and closed the bathroom door. I stood up and walked over to his dresser. I purposely went kind of slow, to try to give myself time to turn myself off. My brain went crazy with images of gross things I've seen on the internet. It actually worked, I grabbed a pair of sweatpants, (his ass is going to look great in these I can tell) a random blue shirt.. and some underwear-.. hm stans underwear drawer-.. wait now is definitely not the time! I closed it and walked to the bathroom. "Here" he opened the door again, wait was it unlocked this whole time? I could have easily walked in there. That would have probably been a bad idea though. He reached his hand out from behind the door, I placed the clothes in his hand but the shirt fell. "Shit-.." I saw Stanley's hand go towards the floor. I couldn't help myself, I glanced in through the slight crack in the door, the mirror was right there..... he's not wearing a towel but since he was bent over all I saw was-.. "thanks hen.." he shut the door quickly. I'm definitely going to hell.

  I sighed and sat down on the floor leaning against his bed, waiting for him to get dressed and come out of the bathroom. A few minutes later he came out, the shirt was kind of big on him and he was looking down at it before sitting across from me. Hmmm.. I think I need to fix this shirt.. I hate clothes that are too baggy.." I looked at it and shrugged, "it doesn't look bad but I guess if you want to fix it.. how are you gonna do that though?" He looked around before scooting over to where I was sitting. He didn't even ask me to move he just leaned in and reached over to the desk right next to me and his bed. When he got close enough I leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips. He smiled at me and sat back down, he was holding a scissors. Stanley took his shirt off and laid it on the ground in front of him. I smirked and whistled at him, "hell yeah take it off!" His face turned red as he glanced up at me, "shut up!" We both smiled at each other before he went back to working on his shirt. He started cutting at the bottom, well more towards the middle than the bottom. He held it up and sighed loudly, "are you kidding me? I cut it too short!" He set it down and basically glared at the shirt as it laid there. "Ooo put it on it'll be like a crop top right? That photo you sent me yesterday was hot as fuck" he blushed and grabbed the shirt, staring at it for a moment before putting it on. He covered up his stomach and sat there, "happy now?"

  I pretended to think about it for a second. "Hmm.. nope.. move your arms you gotta cute waist" he blushed hard and tried covering up even more. "I-...how can a waist even be cute.. mine is not cute.." I grinned "Uhh don't ask me, you're the one with the cute waist.." he laughed and moved his hands away, I looked him up and down as he sat in front of me. I couldn't help but admire his perfection. He cleared his throat, "well?" I gave him one of those looks as if I said 'what?' He gestured towards the crop top and laughed "well-..does it look good?" I stumbled over my words at first, "I-.. y-..w-...you look gorgeous.. you always do though.." he looked down and laughed softly, he really doesn't know how to take compliments.