i hope you enjoy fluff that's pretty much all this is whoops
if you asked bill denbrough a month and a half ago is he ever though he was gay, he would have immediately denied it. "i'm dating beverly marsh", he would have said, and the conversation would be over.
now, he's not so sure, as he sits on his bed, homework discarded, kissing stanley uris. it's a nice system they've worked out, because no matter what they are doing—like today, they met at bill's to do homework—they always end up kissing. and bill denbrough really likes kissing stanley uris.
it's been a few weeks since they made this arrangement. it's simple, really: they kiss when they want to, as long as no one else knows, to help decide if they're really gay or not. bill has been enjoying it immensely, and he thinks stan has too. so far, they've managed to keep it to themselves, too, which has been fun. sneaking around is fun. like just last week during movie night at mike's, bill and stan excused themselves to grab the snacks, and shared a short kiss in mike's kitchen. the whole thing gave bill a rush.
he also likes keeping this between him and stanley because that way richie can't make comments. no one can. it's only for them. bill and stan.
they're sitting now in the bedroom of bill denbrough, occasionally kissing, arms wrapped around each other, and legs tangled.
"bill?" stanley says through the silence. bill's head is on stan's chest, as the other boy plays with his hair.
"mhm?" bill sits up, looking at stan. stan also sits up slightly, propping himself up on his elbow.
"why do you like makeup so much?" there's no derogatory undertones, or judgmental implications. rather, stan seems curious and interested in bill's answer.
"i-it makes me hah-happy," bill says. a smile crosses his face, and the boy can see stan's eyes are drawn to it.
"what do you mean?" stan cocks his head to the side in confusion.
"i-i-i mean, it muh-muh-makes me feel luh-like everythuh-thing is okay with me, with m-my life. i-i just feel this overwhuh-helming fuh-fuh-fuh-feeling of happiness. it's indescribable," bill furthers, and stanley sits up fully.
"would you wanna put some on me?" bill's eyes lit up. he presses a quick, soft kiss to stan's lips before going to his sock drawer and taking out the bag of his makeup. since he's worn makeup to school, beverly has gifted bill a few things to expand his collection, like a highlighter, eyeliner, and some different powder products.
bill settles back on his bed, across from stanley, the back sitting in between their two sets of crossed legs. bill digs through it for concealer first.
he places the applicator under stan's eye, swipping it to the side. he does the same thing on the other eye.
as he blends it out with his finger, stan asks, "what's this for?"
"to cover any imperfections, like dark circles. not that you really have any," bill says, mumbling the last part. but stan hears and smirks, kissing bill's cheek.
"stan, i'm gonna get distracted if you keep doing that," bill says, and stan's smirk simply widens.
"alright, i'm hands off now. what's next?"
"nuh-nuh-next, i'm going to puh-powder. the shuh-shade might be a little off, because you're a little paler, but it's fuh-fine," bill says, and grabs the setting powder from his bag. he takes a brush, dipping it in and tapping it across the blended concealer.
bill has a look of concentration on his face as he takes out a small eyeshadow quad beverly gifted and begins blending them on stanley's lid. stanley smiles, at the way his eyebrows knit together and his tongue pokes out of the corner of his mouth. bill is leaned in close to stanley, and bill can tell by the way stan keeps looking at his lips that he wants to kiss him, and bill would probably kiss him right now, if he didn't care so much about perfecting stan's eyeshadow.
"almost done," bill mumbles, lightly swiping the eyeshadow brush across his lid. he sits back and examines his handy work. "okay, eyebrows!"
"what?" stan's eyes are wide. "you can't pluck them!" bill giggles. giggles.
"i'm juh-just running some juh-juh-gel through t-them," bill stutters, holding up a small spoolie wand tinted with brown. he runs it through stanley's dark eyebrows.
"how much shit is in there?" stan asks, quite baffled, as he looks down into the bag settled between him and bill.
"uh-uh-enough to do y-your makeup, nuh-now sit still, i have to put muh-mascara on you." bill is opening the tube when stan stops him. there's legitimate fear in his eyes.
"there is no way in hell you are putting that that close to my eyes," stan says, looking at the wand. bill laughs.
"i won't hurt y-you," bill says. "i promise." he presses a kiss to stan's lips, before coating the boy's lashes in mascara.
bill adds a few more things, like blush and highlight, before uncapping the lipstick. it's a soft pink; the color is close to bill's natural lip color, which he likes, because even though it isn't ruby woo, it suits him better than bright red does.
he places the product against stan's lips, which look very tempting, but bill can't kiss him right now. he knows that, even though he wants to. he slides the stick across his bottom lip, and then coats the top lip.
bill settles back, capping the lipstick to admire his work.
"you luh-luh-look hot, stan," bill compliments. stan takes a compact from bill's makeup bag to examine his face.
"this looks really good, bill," stan says, and sends the other boy a smile. "i mean, i don't look as good as you, but..." bill blushes.
"thuh-thuh-thanks."
"you think we could test drive this lipstick?" stan says, looking at his reflection. "you know, put the stay power to the test?"
bill rolls his eyes, but he's smiling when he kisses stan.
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i have a dbq to write and three chapters to read for my ap world class but instead im procrastinating hahA
also, we're going to pretend bill, like, watches makeup tutorials and stuff and knows what he's doing for the most part. considering he's sixteen and he's newer to makeup.
stenbrough was more flirty in this than i meant for them to be?? oh well
i hope you guys liked this chapter !! it took lowkey forever to write bc i kept getting really sidetracked
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