#eddiexstan

Stan let out a snort to the comment. “Yeah, I probably could but I’d much rather not.” He mused, shaking his head in amusement. “Everyone always forgets that I’m not actually as old as they think.” He hummed, reaching up to brush his hand through Eddie’s hair. “I’ve got so many better people to be with than a bunch of elderly ladies anyway.”  Stan let out a soft sigh, a small smile resting on his lips.

“I’m full of shit, am I?” He replied, smiling growing. “Okay, Bill was pretty.” Stan admitted. It was true that Bill was definitely attractive and Stan had thought that much growing up but his focus had been, well Eddie. Eddie had been a fire that Stan had always wanted to touch, to hold and to have as his own but could never quite touch and obtain. “Bill…. Bill was more… puppy love. A first crush that dwindles for a period but dies out rather quickly when a much brighter fire decides to shine.” He shrugged.

To Eddie’s confirmation of being oblivious, Stan couldn’t stop the smirk from making an appearance. “I’m definitely going to agree with you there.” He answered. “Especially since you haven’t seen a single person look at you the way I’ve seen.” Stan tugged at Eddie’s jeans, popping the button open. He stilled his hands, eyes on Eddie. “Everything that I’ve told you is true.” He stated, moving his hands up to hold Eddie’s face. He pressed his forehead to Eddie’s and smiled. “I am in love with your oblivious ass, Eddie Kaspbrak.” Stan told him firmly before pressing his lips back to Eddie’s again. 

Stan let out an airy laugh at Eddie’s denial of wearing the shorts by choice. The Uris male knew Eddie wasn’t a fan of the tiny shorts but that didn’t mean that Stanley wasn’t going to mess with him just a little bit. “To be honest, you weren’t the prude in our group of misfits. I was the prude.” He snickered. Now that part was fairly on the dot. Stan had been the one that dressed like he was an old man.

The male paused and let Eddie’s hand down. He looked at the other male, trying to think of how to answer the question. “Since we were kids.” He admitted, shrugging. “Probably about 12 or so  is when I realized that I really, really liked you.” Stan answered, lips turning into a soft smile. “I admired Bill but he wasn’t the one I had a crush on.” Stan confessed, leaning down to give Eddie another kiss.

Stan’s nose wrinkled at the poke. A look crossed the Uris male’s eyes at Eddie’s words. “You’re somebody’s prince.” He countered softly. Stan shook his head at the remark of princes not being broken. “You are far from broken.” He countered, wanting more than anything in that moment to kiss his best friend breathless. Eddie was a prince to Stanley, no matter how ‘broken’ the other thought that he was. Eddie Kaspbrak would always be Stanley’s prince.

“Oh my god.” Stan snorted at the other’s suggestion that Del Taco and Taco Bell could even be close to ‘real’ Mexican food. “That shit is far from real Mexican as it gets. The only time either are good for much is when you either get really stoned or really drunk. Then it all tastes amazing.” Stan mused. While he himself didn’t get stoned, he knew a few people that did and the few times he’d gotten drunk off his ass, the greasiest fast foods were always his favorites.