Worst Of You

No. 8

An: aight so yall be getting a little desperate for an update so here you all go♡
Also thank you guys so much for like 11.4 k readers holy shit

The two boys in love reached Richie's house finally, Richie walked inside and to his room. Stan looked around after following, the house was nice but it wasn't treated nicely. In the living room sat beers bottles, a bong, scattered cigarettes and weed could be smelt almost everywhere.
It all from his brother, Cameron.
His parents were away for a business trip which would roughly take a week or two or more. Cameron was a bit of a dick. He was constantly throwing parties whenever they'd leave, always smoked and done drugs, and the cherry on top would be that he was NOT a good influencer.
Richie had a lock on his door so that whenever people came over for a party they couldn't get in and leave stds on the bed.
Speak of the devil he laid on the couch dead asleep. He was nothing like Richie. Look wise and personality.

Cameron's hair was slightly longer then Richie's but it was a light brown and it was dead straight, and his eyes were a slightly dark blue.

Richie stopped and looked at his brother, he took off his own shoe before throwing it at him and grabbing Stan to flee to his room. But nope, Cameron was out like a light.
Richie's room was much more cleaner then the living room, it smelt like coconut and was surprisingly not messy. Apart from the mini pile of clothes pushed into the far corner. Stan chuckled and sat on his bed, "Who was that on the couch?"
"oh thats my brother, Cameron. Hes a shit head." Richie plopped down beside him.
"You ready for the party tonight?"
"Yeah, it would be my first." Stan shrugged, Richie looked at him with his mouth opened slightly, "Dude. Same here." He smiled, Stan locked eyes with Richie and gave him a gentle smile.
The two sat there just looking at each other lovingly. Richie laid his head down in Stan's lap. Stan gently started playing with his hair that also sat on his shoulders and hummed quietly as he did so, having Richie lean into his touch.
After a few minutes of silence passing, Richie spoke up "could you help me cut my hair short? Cameron would shave if I asked him." Stan chuckled, "sure."
They both smiled before Richie almost threw himself out of Stan's lap, grabbed scissors and bolted to the bathroom whole Stan follow behind him. Stan gently took the scissors from Richie and started cutting his hair. Richie sat there still for the first time in forever and allowed him to do so. When this was happening, Stan got a random urge to................. do a  no no.

An: not sin but do a little cut somewhere else let's not go there.

His hands became shaken, so he stopped cutting Richie's hair and calmed himself by taking three long breathes. Richie looked at Stan through the mirror before gently grabbing his hand, "Hey.. it's okay Stan..." Stan looked back at Richie giving a nod, continuing to cut his hair.
Soon enough he finished up and Richie brushed himself down, turning to the tall noodle, they both exchanged smiles to then head back into the room. "I'm gonna get changed so I don't go to the party with hair all over this jumper." He joked, Stan huffed quietly sitting on the bed. "Do you want me to turn around?" Richie shrugged as he dug through his messy closet, clothes were scattered around and some even hung off coat hangers. "I don't mind." He said while pulling out a Hawaiian shirt of his. Stan turned around facing the wall and allowed Richie to change in peace. Richie glanced at him, "you've seen me shirtless before Staniel, it doesn't bother me."
"Privacy is important."
The small brunette chuckled and changed his shirt, he turned to the mirror before buttoning his shirt. But he made it seem like he couldn't and started whining, causing Stan to glance at Richie, getting up to help him.
Get Stan to help me button my shirt because I'm a useless bish? Checked
Stan helped straighten out his little collar and smiled at him, Richie was already staring at admiring the curly noodle. "I like your Hawaiian shirt style, it's cute." He gently tapped his cheek before sitting on the bed again, Richie turned red, his eyes following Stan. "You do? I always thought it made me look like a twink."
"It makes you look cute." He said again with a smile. "Also, do you know where this party is at?"
"Um- I think the party is at Connors." Stan raised his eyebrow, "Henry's cousin?"
Richie nodded slowly, Stan let out a small sigh, "I'm in to see what happens."
"We should be fine."
" if you say so."

-time skippy because idk wtfto write here-

The losers all met up at Connors, 7pm. His house was a bit quiet though, only a few people turned up. But as 9pm rolled into place, everyone started turning up.

They all sat in the living room, Bev was already tipsy and danced with Bill in a platonic way. Eddie sat with his legs crossed on the couch admiring Bill from afar, soon to be teased and bothered by Richie.
"Do you like big Bill?" Richie whispered, Eddie went red and his freckles almost popped on his face. "Shut up Richie! I could never, he's just a friend and he's straight so-"
"Chill spaghetti!" Eddie turned and whacked him, "SHUT UP!" He squeeked, "Yeah! I do just don't say anything about it." He crossed his arms, Richie was laughing aloud but crawled up beside Eddie. "Listen eds-"
"Don't call me that."
"Eds, he likes you too."
His face almost glowed with a red tinge, his plump lips fell slightly apart, those pretty brown eyes sparkled with hope. Eddie was super cute and looked like a fucking teddy bear, Richie had really admired that about him.
"He does...?" Eddie was stunned with this information, Richie nodded, "just go for it already."
"I'll do it later."
Richie gave him a hard slap on the back, "Good! Its about time, he likes you a lot." Eddie let out a loud wheeze for a second, but thank god his asthma didn't play up. "You good?" The teddy bear gave him a little playful glare, Richie smiled "Good, I'm gonna go get a drink."
Richie got up and walked into the kitchen while Eddie shook his head but smiled to himself and went back to admiring Bill.

Richie strutted into the kitchen as bass boosted music shook throughout the house and poured himself a cup of wine, before he felt an arm wrap around his waist, he spun around and saw Danny staring into his eyes smirking.
"What the fuck- get off."
Danny gently shoved Richie into the counter, his hand trailing up his chest, "Awh come on Rich, why don't we try again~"
"No Dan, I don't want to-"
Before he could finish he was cut off but Danny kissed him roughly.
Danny's lips felt like sand paper, and he could taste nothing but vodka and disgusting alcohol. Richie put his hands on his shoulders and tried forcing him off but Danny was taller and much stronger,  so it was hard.
Stan soon walked in and saw, his fists clenched and he stormed over to rip Danny off before throwing him across the room. Richie gasped for air seeing as he couldn't breathe, Stan stood over Danny, he looked up drunkly, he snickered and got up, stumbling out into the living room.
Stan glared at him, he turned around to Richie, he was leaning against the counter in shock. "Come on, let's get out."
He led him out of the kitchen, Richie sipped on his cup of wine quietly and sat himself down on the couch with Stan.

When the night passed by, Richie grew quiet, and kept zoning out, Stan noticed and he looked like he was going to faint at any minute. Richie leaned back and finished his cup, spilling most of it on his shirt.

The shirt was white.

"Ohhhhhhh shiiiiiiiit." Richie laughed, he leant forward and got up to only stumbled, nearly falling over. Stan immediately got up catching the boy, "Richie? Hey, you okay?"
Richie laughed hysterically and leaned back into his arms, "You look beautiful Staniel, like holyyyyyy daaaamn. I wonder what god was thinking when he made you..." Stan blushed a little, "Come on, let's lay you down." Richie snickered but was quick to start whining, "Stannn, my chest is sticky from the wineeeeeeeee. Can you be a darl and lick it off me~"
This time he blushed darker. Stan swept Richie off his feet and carried him upstairs. "Weeeeee! Let's go on a ride!" Richie called out, hanging his head down.

When they got into the room, Stan gently laid Richie down onto the bed and closed the door behind them locking it. Richie giggled, starting to unbutton his shirt, Stan turned around seeing and made his way over, "Wait- don't get naked Richie-"
"But it's hotttttt." He whined. Eventually he got his shirt off, Stan looked at him up and down, "Shit-" Richie smirked up at Stan, sitting up on his knees and allowed his shirt to hang off his shoulder. "You staring Stan?~" He purred, crawling toward him. "Richie, you're drunk." Richie walked his fingers up Stan's chest, "Why don't we have some fun?" Richie was a centimeter away from his lips, and Stan could taste the wine, even without kissing him.
It was tempting, but he wasn't going to take advantage of Richie.
Stan gently pushed him back onto the bed, which aroused him, "Richie no."
Richie whined, "Please Stan..." Stan sighed, he got on the bed and laid next to him, "Just rest."
Richie pouted, he started to slip off his shorts, Stan sat up "Hey hey-"

Too late. Richie was laying there with an unbuttoned shirt and no shorts.
Stan looked him up and down, "I- okay then." Richie giggled. "Don't you want to have a little bit of fun Stanny~" his hands trailing along his grey boxers, almost teasing Stan with eyes full of drunk lust.

Stan took a deep breathe in, "Fuck it."