I created a separate book for the mature scenes in this story so that this one doesn't get reported. If you want to read the scene, it's in the "extras" book I recently posted. For those of you who don't want to read that, here's the chapter without it :) totally PG -kat
Sunday. June 28, 1987
As the night got later and the teens got tired, Stan and Bill were struggling to keep from pouting. Stan watched enviously as Richie and Eddie danced along to the slow music, he wished he could dance with his boyfriend that way. They had it easy, Richie and Eddie. They got to parade in their fake relationship while Stan and Bill hid in the shadows and the fact hurt Stan so much. He was fed up with watching Bill lean against the wall. Why weren't they allowed to dance like everyone else? He quickly came up with a plan to make their night a whole lot better. He approached Ben who was dancing with Beverly awkwardly.
"Can I borrow your Walkman?" Stan whispered once he was close enough. Ben looked annoyed at the interruption but avoided asking questions in order to continue dancing.
"Sure, it's in my cabin." Ben nodded, looking back at Beverly. Stan rolled his eyes, mumbling to Bill on his way out of the building.
He told Bill to wait inside and that he'd be right back. As he speed-walked through camp, he was happy to see that Eddie and Will were outside as well but worried when he noticed Eddie seemed to be in a panicked state as Will tried to comfort him. He decided against confronting them only because he had a more pressing matter at hand.
He managed to make it to Ben's cabin, walking through the door and wow. Around the walls were snippets from newspapers, magazines, and books. The walls were hardly visible beneath the photographs and posters. How did Ben have time to do all of this when they'd only been at camp for less than a month? Stan shrugged, looking around for what he needed. Bingo. He thought as his eyes landed on the music device sitting on the boy's bed.
After gathering the walkman, Stan ran back to the cafeteria where the music was still sounding and his boyfriend was slouching in a corner with a frown on his face. Stan's heart broke a little. He walked over and tapped the boy on the shoulder.
"Let's go," Stan whispered. Bill looked surprised, looking around to check if anyone was watching them.
"Wh-where?" Bill asked.
"Somewhere we can actually be together." Stan replied as he shrugged his head towards the door. Bill smiled and followed him out.
Once they were outside, Stan prepared himself for a run-in with Eddie and Will that never came. They must've gone back inside, he assumed. The pair walked further into camp, back to their cabin. As they approached the door, Bill paused. Stan furrowed his eyebrows, facing his boyfriend.
"I w-want to do this outside, at le-least once." Bill muttered, pulling Stan close to him so that he they were chest to chest. Stan smiled once Bill pressed their lips together. The kiss was short but it was everything they needed in that moment.
"I wish we didn't have to hide." Stan mumbled as he opened the door.
"Someday." Bill nodded.
They turned a lamp on and stood in the center of the room. Stan held the walkman in his hands and Bill gave him a questioning look. Stan sighed, putting the headphones around Bill's neck before hugging him close. Bill wrapped his arms around Stan's waist as Stan pressed play.
They stayed silent as the song began. Stan leaned his head against Bill's as they swayed together, close enough that they could hear the music radiating from the headphones. Bill smiled softly, reaching a hand up to play with Stan's curls.
"You're amazing." Stan spoke quietly. The only noise around the room was the creaking of old wood beneath their feet and the faint sound of Berlin playing in the background.
"Y-you too," Bill grinned. Stan kissed him. They kissed until the song was over. Until they're breathing became uneven and they needed a break. They stayed in the center of the room, though. Holding each other with smiled on their faces.
As the night got later and the teens got tired, Stan and Bill were struggling to keep from pouting. Stan watched enviously as Richie and Eddie danced along to the slow music, he wished he could dance with his boyfriend that way. They had it easy, Richie and Eddie. They got to parade in their fake relationship while Stan and Bill hid in the shadows and the fact hurt Stan so much. He was fed up with watching Bill lean against the wall. Why weren't they allowed to dance like everyone else? He quickly came up with a plan to make their night a whole lot better. He approached Ben who was dancing with Beverly awkwardly.
"Can I borrow your Walkman?" Stan whispered once he was close enough. Ben looked annoyed at the interruption but avoided asking questions in order to continue dancing.
"Sure, it's in my cabin." Ben nodded, looking back at Beverly. Stan rolled his eyes, mumbling to Bill on his way out of the building.
He told Bill to wait inside and that he'd be right back. As he speed-walked through camp, he was happy to see that Eddie and Will were outside as well but worried when he noticed Eddie seemed to be in a panicked state as Will tried to comfort him. He decided against confronting them only because he had a more pressing matter at hand.
He managed to make it to Ben's cabin, walking through the door and wow. Around the walls were snippets from newspapers, magazines, and books. The walls were hardly visible beneath the photographs and posters. How did Ben have time to do all of this when they'd only been at camp for less than a month? Stan shrugged, looking around for what he needed. Bingo. He thought as his eyes landed on the music device sitting on the boy's bed.
After gathering the walkman, Stan ran back to the cafeteria where the music was still sounding and his boyfriend was slouching in a corner with a frown on his face. Stan's heart broke a little. He walked over and tapped the boy on the shoulder.
"Let's go," Stan whispered. Bill looked surprised, looking around to check if anyone was watching them.
"Wh-where?" Bill asked.
"Somewhere we can actually be together." Stan replied as he shrugged his head towards the door. Bill smiled and followed him out.
Once they were outside, Stan prepared himself for a run-in with Eddie and Will that never came. They must've gone back inside, he assumed. The pair walked further into camp, back to their cabin. As they approached the door, Bill paused. Stan furrowed his eyebrows, facing his boyfriend.
"I w-want to do this outside, at le-least once." Bill muttered, pulling Stan close to him so that he they were chest to chest. Stan smiled once Bill pressed their lips together. The kiss was short but it was everything they needed in that moment.
"I wish we didn't have to hide." Stan mumbled as he opened the door.
"Someday." Bill nodded.
They turned a lamp on and stood in the center of the room. Stan held the walkman in his hands and Bill gave him a questioning look. Stan sighed, putting the headphones around Bill's neck before hugging him close. Bill wrapped his arms around Stan's waist as Stan pressed play.
They stayed silent as the song began. Stan leaned his head against Bill's as they swayed together, close enough that they could hear the music radiating from the headphones. Bill smiled softly, reaching a hand up to play with Stan's curls.
"You're amazing." Stan spoke quietly. The only noise around the room was the creaking of old wood beneath their feet and the faint sound of Berlin playing in the background.
"Y-you too," Bill grinned. Stan kissed him. They kissed until the song was over. Until they're breathing became uneven and they needed a break. They stayed in the center of the room, though. Holding each other.
"Can we lay d-down?" Bill asked once he felt himself get tired. Stan nodded and the two climbed onto his bed with heavy sighs. Stan was leaning against the headboard when Bill kissed him.
Bill lazily stroked Stan's hip as they kissed in the dimly lit room. Stan opened his mouth, allowing their tongues to glide together and Bill's face grew warm. Bill rotated so that he was on top of the curly headed boy as their kiss deepened. Stan rested his hands on Bill's back now. The green-eyed boy leaned closer, leaving minimal room between the two that he didn't know he'd pay for. As they went on, Stan began to grow too comfortable, his pants getting tighter. Bill noticed this almost immediately, pressed against his boyfriend. He hovered over the boy for another few seconds before lowering his hips, against Stan's.
"Mm-" Stan moaned softly, opening his eyes soon after. "I-I'm sorry." He apologized, realizing what he'd done. Bill didn't pull away, though. He only stared down at Stan.
"You're," Stan looked down. "You're hard too."
"Y-yeah. I guess I-I-I am," Bill held in the urge to laugh uncomfortably. They watched one another carefully, neither one knowing what to do next. Stan bit his lip, raising his hips ever so slightly against Bill's. Bill rolled over so that he was laying beside Stan instead of over him before reconnecting their lips. Stan whined at the lack of friction and pressed a hand against his groin. Bill notices this, moving down to lick Stan's neck. He smirked when Stan eagerly threw his hand into his own pants.
"More." Stan muttered, touching himself shamelessly. Bill continued, pressing agonizingly slow kisses along Stan's jaw. Bill moved to kiss the boy's lips once again. The curly-haired boy breathed heavily, stroking himself as the seconds passed. Bill reached down, pulling Stan's hand away.
"Wh-" Stan's voice cut off as Bill began palming him through his underwear. Stan groaned, grinding his hips along to Bill's touch as they kissed. Bill slipped his pants beneath the fabric, finally and Stan twitched.
"T-touch me," Bill pleaded, his pants unbelievably tight as he did his work on Stan. Stan quickly unbuttoned Bill's bottoms, pushing them down and reaching his hand into the boy's underwear. Bill gasped, continuing to stroke his boyfriend.
"F-fas-faster." Bill moaned. The two were so overwhelmed that kissing was long abandoned as they breathed into each other's mouths.
"Bill, oh." Stan began to shudder, gripping Bill's hand with his free one as he came. Stan's hand slowed as he calmed down from his high so Bill took matters into his own hands. Literally. He held Stan's hand on his dick as he pumped himself. Stan regained enough composure to help finish Bill off, the boy a writhing mess against his touch. He sighed, suddenly exhausted.
"W-wow." Bill breathed heavily, watching the other boy.
"That was fun," Stan said. Bill nodded and the two took turns cleaning the other up with tight smiles on their faces.
Q: do you like cheese? idk im so bored
A: yes i do do do
-kat 10/26/17 @ 11:10 pm