Love at First Dare // Stenbrough

Fifty-Four

"Staniel? Can I come in?" "No Richie." "Why not?" "Because I'm...I'm naked." "You know that won't stop me." Stanley groans before unlocking the door.

"Why is he here?" "We weren't expecting you to get off so early, and his brother is here so..." Richie gently closes the door.

"Fuck." Stanley lays flat on his back. "You know you two can still be friends right?" Richie props himself up with his elbow. "I know...I just don't wanna." Richie looks at him in a way that makes him laugh.

"Why not? There's a reason for everything." "You know." Stanley flips over on his stomach.

"No, I don't. Tell me." "Richie-" He pokes at the boy's side. "I won't stop until to tell me why you don't wanna be his friend.

Two minutes go by of Richie tickling the boy. "Fine fine...." Richie backs off.

Stanley rubs out of the room, Richie following quickly behind. "Shit shit shit shit." He bumps into someone, they latch on, throwing their arms around him by instinct.

"Help!" He squeals as Richie continues to tickle him. The person turns him around where his face nuzzles into their chest. Richie stops as the three laughs loudly.

Then it hits him. The smell. Georgie isn't this tall.

Looking up slowly he sees a laughing Bill. He lays his head back against his chest. His arms bunched up to his chest.

"Fuck." He whispers before Bill let's go, Richie and the other boy start to play fight. Somehow ending up on the ground in the living room.

Everyone laughs loudly. Listening to the two boys struggle.

—

"You are the worst." "Why Stan?" "Because I have small bruises all on my sides." He pulls his shirt up slightly showing minor purple dots all on his slim waist.

It catches Bill by surprise as he walks up behind the boy.

"Here let me add another one." He jabs into Stanley's side which makes him flinch. "Fucking h-hell Richie." Once again Bill catches the boy.

The two sit down, not having much space in between.

—

"Richie you're wrong...what are you doing?" "Oh...n-nothing." Bill messes with a loose thread on the bottom of Stanley's shirt. He had zoned out.

"When's the wedding?" "Shit. Forgot we had to do that." Everyone smiles at Richie's remark. "You're marrying a dumb ass." "He's my dumb ass though."

Bill and Stanley both roll their eyes. "Georgie is asleep," Stanley murmurs to Bill.

Georgie had sat on the boy's lap, letting his feet rest on Stanley.

He nods before picking the boy up. "You uh...you can take him to my room." He nods before walking off.

"This is torture." "We'll ask him out again." Beverly chuckles. "He doesn't love me back." He whispers leaning his head back.

Bill stands in the hallway listening. He lets out a shaky breath.

"I uh...Patty n-needs me to go help with s-something. Is it o-okay if I leave him h-" "Yeah..." Stanley interrupts him.

—

"What were you doing all day?" "With some old friends. Why?" "I've been texting you all day." Bill pulls his phone out of his back pocket.

"Oh...sorry." She leans in for a kiss. "No..." he mumbles. "Why don't you kiss me anymore?" Her voice harsh. Once again making him flinch.

"Wait baby I'm sorry." "I don't wanna be with you anymore. Find your own house please."