S-Stutter (Billverly/BillXBeverly)

No regrets

Things weren't so different after Stan came out to the other losers.  Stan still hadn't come out to his parents yet, the divorce hadn't gone through either so quite a bit was going on in his life at the minute.  He would often feel these weird feelings in stomach, thinking about Bill. It's like a thousand butterflies were trying to get out of his belly bus couldn't, but they kept trying anyway. 

Stan and Bill were downstairs in Bill's living room. Eddie and Ritchie had gone upstairs together. Stan didn't even wanna know what they were doing.  Probably inappropriate things.  Bill was sat on the other end of the sofa with his legs up against Stan, kicking him every once in a while.  He was holding a pillow up to his face whilst watching the shining.  Stan didn't really think it was scary but Bill was a scaredy-cat. That made Stan giggle.
"Stop kicking me ya scaredy-cat."  Bill looked at Stan surprised.  As if he didn't expect him to say anything after ten minutes of him kicking him in the knees.  He was close to not being able to feel them. He also seemed offended that Stan called him a scaredy-cat.
"W-well that's ru-rude!" Bill stuttered letting out a small grin, big enough for Stan to see and made him smirk. Stan uncrossed his legs and put them on the coffee table, without looking. The sound of a bottle of blood red nail polish made him jump. Bill let out another grin. Stan picked up the small bottle.
"Pass me your hand." Stan looked at him with a sparkle in his eyes.
"No!" Bill's answer was short and sweet.
"Pleeeaaasssseee!" Stan begged for a minute or so, before bill gave in and passed his hand to Stan's. As he began to open the bottle Bill let out a big sigh. Stan knee what he was doing. He wasn't going to fall for it. He scraped the brush on the neck of the bottle so it wouldn't drip. To Bill's dismay, he started with the thumb and carried on from there. It was messy he'll admit that. He finished one hand and blew on it so it would dry. Bill took his hand and put it in-front of his face.
"I like it." He said happily as he passed over his other hand still blowing on the other hand. As Stan just about finished the other hand, Richie practically fell down the stairs as if in a hurry.
"What's going on down here gentlemen?" He said in his British accent. Bill laughed.
"P-painting my n-nails. Wh-what were you to-two doing?" Just as he said that Eddie, more carefully, walked down the stairs. He wiped his mouth and rolled his eyes. Bill and Stan looked each other and exchanged a weirded-out glare.
"N-never mind." Bill said reluctantly. He smiled and put his hands up to show them.
"Ya like?" Bill smiled and looked at Stan. Richie smiled.
"That colour would look nice on Eddie with his hands on my..."
"RICHIE!" Stan stopped him before he could say anything else. Eddie began to blush the same colour as the nail polish.
"What?!?! I was gonna say shoulders!" Stan, Bill and Eddie looked at him in disbelief.

The two love-birds squeezed in between Stan and Bill. Richie put his arm around Eddie. Bill rolled his eyes, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. No. He thought to himself. He's not gay, is he? He looked at his blood red fingernails once again and smiled. Possibly.

The film had ended and Eddie stood up, took Richie by the hand and dragged him up. He gave him a look. A flirtatious look.
"C'mon Richie lets go mine, mums off to the doctors. Usually takes a while picking up my prescriptions." He winked at Richie as he pushed himself up with the other hand making Eddie fall back a bit due to the sudden movement. Richie leaned forward and gave Eddie a peck on the cheek. Eddie giggled and rolled his eyes. When Eddie and Richie left, bill stretched his leg out and kicked Stanley one more time. Without even hesitating Stan grabbed his foot and pushed it towards his head. Bill's left leg was in the air and now Stan was closer than ever before. Stan let go of his leg letting it swing back down, catching his shoulder on the way. Stan smirked and leaned forward putting his hands either side of Bill. Bill looked at Stan in the eyes occasionally his glare would travel to his plump lips. Stan bit his lip seductively, without realising. Bill slowly moved his head towards Stan, slowly. Still gazing into his eyes. Finally after a long time of staring and gazing Stan went in for the kill. It was magical. Like nothing he's ever felt before. This is it, this is what he wanted. He deepened the kiss by tugging his shirt and pulling him closer. Bill sat up and pulled away from the kiss. Stanley frowned but before he could say anything, Bill pushed him to the other side of the sofa so he was now laying down and kissed him even more passionately than before. Stan ran his fingers through Bill's hair, pulling it slightly. He straightened out his legs as Bill climbed on top of him. Stan moved his hands down yanking on Bill's plaid shirt, lifting it over his head. Bill stopped to help Stan and give them a breather. Stan let his hands glide down Bill's soft chest, making him shiver with excitement.
"How do you do that?" Bill said as he shivered once again.
"It's easy, see." Stan said running his fingers lighting up and down his stomach. This is great. Bill thought to himself.
"I don't care. Just kiss...!" Before he could say anything else Stan pressed his lips against Bill's in a passionate rage. Giving him no time to think.

Without noticing, Bill's mum had already walked through the door to see her son making out with another boy. She was outraged!
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WILLIAM DENBROUGH?!?!" She stormed over to the semi-naked boy and grabbed his ear, yanking him upright and pulling him off the sofa and pushing him upstairs.
"And as for you," she turned her attention to Stan. It was terrifying. "Get the FUCK out of my house!" Stan got up and legged it out of the house, tears running down his face.