Losers' Club// one shots and smut

Cry Baby|BD+MH

Bill rode down Maine Street towards the Barrens and their hide out. The teen's face was red and stained with tears that continued to blur his vision. His hair whipped around in the wind while he road down the large hill, jumping the curb and continuing his ride.

He moved his head as branches and leaves came close to his head. He soon skidded to a stop when he reached to clearing that the clubhouse was located at. He let Silver hit the ground as he went over to the door and lifted the hatch.

Bill carefully went down the ladder, closing the door behind him, and descended the rest of the way before jumping off the last few steps.

Be went over to a pillar that was in the middle of the room, and leaned his shoulder in it. His head soon followed and he let some tears fall down his face. His shoulder shook lightly as he thought about the previous events of the day.

The teen jumped up as a pair of hands wrapped around his waist and he was pulled against a stern chest. His eyes moved down to see a pair of brown hands rubbing over his stomach.

"Hey, Bill." Mike whispered, kissing the other's neck just below his ear. His head moved to Bill's shoulder, littering kisses their too, before resting his chin on it.

"Hey, Mike." He turned around to face the other, "What are you doing here?"

Mike moved away from Bill to walk back to the hammock that was strung across the middle of the room. "Stan wants to go Bird watching tomorrow, so I decided to study." He lifted the small, leather book that read 'Stanley Uris' Bird Book' across the front.

Bill nodded, walking over to the sheet covered mattress that was tucked in the corner, and laid down on it. His head rested on the pillow as he let out a groan of frustration and buried his face into the soft object.

Mike, after putting the book carefully back inside the hammock, walked over to where Bill was laying. The taller male sat next to Bill and pulled the other close to him. "What's wrong, baby?"

Bill turned over on his side and rested his head on Mike's thigh instead. He sighed, "I just got in a fight with my dad again. He really wants me to go to Columbia like he did and all the other "successful" Denbroughs did. I tried to tell him that I wanted to go to New York State with you and Stan, but he just got pissed."

"Did you explain to him the real reason why?" Mike asked, running his hand through Bill's short, copper hair.

Bill quickly shook his head and sat up.

"No. If I told my dad that I was dating a guy- let alone two- he'd lose his shit if he even had an inkling that I was gay. I can't have him pissed at me for two things." Bill sighed, wiping his eyes before the tears can make it fully down his face.

Mike slid down the bed and pulled Bill on top of himself. The pari looked at each other and shared a soft kiss. Mike's hands went under Bill's shirt and ran them up and down the, barely, shorter male's back.

He looked over Bill's face and smiled sweetly. "No matter what you do, or where you go, you'll always have Stan and I. We love you so much, Billy." Mike kissed Bill's clothed chest and looked back up at him.

"You always know how to make me feel better, Mikey. Thank you." Bill  leaned down and connected his lips with Mike's and pushed the other down on his back. His hips began to slowly grind down over Mike's when the kiss became a little more heated.

Mike pulled Bill impossibly closer before kissing down the teen's neck, the other whining quietly and reconnecting their lips.

The two moaned into each other's mouths as Bill continued to grind and thrust over Mike's hardening dick. "Fuck," Bill started after breaking the long make out session.

"Do you want to, you know?" He asked, looking at Mike's eyes before shooting them away in uncertainty.

All he really got was a smile and a nod.

It wasn't long until both teens were naked, Bill on his hands and knees and Mike sitting behind him. The tan male moved so his pointer finger was circling Bill's puckered, red hole. "I need to open you up, baby. If you need me to stop at any point, please tell me."

Bill just nodded and closed his eyes.

The finger that was once circling, now slowly pushed into the hole. A loud moan left Bill's lips as he was thrusted into. His back arched and he couldn't help but push back into the feeling.

"More." Bill whispered, moving so the finger was thrusting in and out a little faster. Mike easily slid in a second finger and began scissoring them, opening the hole.

He took a few more minutes to open the teen before he decided that Bill was lose enough. Mike took out his fingers, leaned forward to kiss Bill's ass, and stood up.

Bill turned over on his back and looked up to meet eyes with Mike. He reached his arms up, wrapping them around the taller teen, and brought him down for a quick make out session.

As they kissed, Mike pressed the head of his cock up against the slightly wet hole and began pushing in slowly. His dick was being encased in the warmth that was Bill, making both teens moan into the other's mouth.

Bill's back arched off the bed as the auburn haired male pushed Mike back and ran his hands over the toned, tan chest of the other. Mike was gripping Bill's waist and thrusting into him as fast as Bill would allow.

Their moans blended together in a beautiful symphony that only they could share, playing it over and over again.

"Fuck, Mikey, please go harder. I'm so close to cumming for you, all of it for you. Fuck!" Bill whined, throwing his head back and gripping the white sheets that in cased the bed.

"Shit, Bill. Cum for me, baby. Let it all go all over yourself." Mike encouraged. He watched as Bill's face scrunched up and his breaths got more labored. The pale boy's body began to tense up and his toes curled before he whined, loudly.

Bill let out a quick cry as his stomach was doused in his own, thick, nearly clear, cum. His hands relaxed ever so slightly from their hold on the sheets and Mike continued his relentless thrusts.

"Fuck, you're so fucking hot, baby. Just give me a few more thrusts and I'll cum all in you." The words flowed out so easily, you'd think Mike'd done this all his life.

True to his word, Mike trusted a few more times before releasing his load inside of Bill's tired hole, and pulled out.

He laid down next to his lover and pulled him into his chest to cuddle. His head was resting on Mike before a notification came through Mike's phone. The pale man turned over and grabbed the phine and handed it to Mike.

"Who was it?"

"It was just Stan. He's asking how the studying was going. Should I just tell him good?" He wondered, looking down to meet Bill's hooded eyes. The smaller one grabbed the blanket an dquickly threw it over themselves.

"Yeah. Just tell him you got distracted, he'll understand."

So Mike did, and they both drifted off to sleep after a short kiss.