#kasbrough

The story of Bill and Eddie was simple. They have been in love with each other since they were old enough to understand the concept of it, Bill got drunk one night in college and confessed his feelings, and they dated, happily, for the next seven years.

After everything they’ve been through, the sewers,  IT,  of course, they fell in love. Eddie still had nightmares, but Bill didn’t know that. Eddie never screamed during them, instead just laid there, frozen with fear, convinced he could still smell IT’s rancid breath breathing down his neck. He’s had nightmares for years, they never stopped for him, but he’s  managing.

Bill thrashes in his sleep when his mind is racing with a new nightmare. Just like he is tonight. He’s cold is the reason he wakes up, the blanket is off of him. When he looks over at Bill, he realizes Bill must have kicked their blanket.

Sweat has broken out across Bill’s skin, his nightshirt is damp and stuck to him under his armpits and at his neckline. His hair is plastered to his forehead and he looks like he’s in pain as his head twists and turns against his pillow. Bill’s hands are clenched in fists at his sides, twisting back and forth near his waist as if he was ready to lash out and punch something.

Gently Eddie shakes Bill awake, ready to jump back if Bill jolts out of the bed, as he’s done before. “Billy you gotta wake up.”

Bill doesn’t budge so Eddie shakes him a little harder, finally causing Bill’s eyes to shoot open. He sits up and bewilderedly scans the room, looking for the clown. His shoulders and back are tense, but they always are. Bill is always prepared for an attack.

Eddie has asked Bill repeatedly to talk about his nightmares over the years, to no avail. Bill feels the need to protect Eddie, even from his own mind. Much to Eddie’s annoyance.

After realizing that no leaper is lurking in the shadows, Bill relaxes just a little. Eddie sighs and gets off the bed, padding into the kitchen to get Bill a glass of water. He accepts the glass with a small ‘thanks’ and takes measured sips of it, trying to get his heart rate back to normal. Eddie sits back on their bed and waits until he’s done.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks him.

“No.”

Yeah, he could have guessed that answer. It’s hard to not get annoyed at this point. Bill is twenty-seven years old and after seven years together, he still won’t talk to him! Eddie rolls his eyes and pulls the blanket back on him, rolling over so his back is facing Bill.

Bill doesn’t say anything when he curls up behind Eddie, spooning him. He’s oblivious to Eddie’s annoyance, as always. Eddie lets Bill pull him so his back is flush against Bill’s chest. Usually, this would easily lure Eddie back to sleep but tonight he’s just glaring at an offending lamp across the room.

Wiggling out of Bill’s arms he sits back up, looking down at a confused Bill. “Why can’t you talk about it?”

Bill sighs and places a hand on his arm, “Puh-please Eddie,” he pleads, “I duh-don’t want to tuh-talk about it.”

That gets Eddie out of the bed. He doesn’t know why he’s so angry but he  is.  “But I do. You never talk to me! Not really, not about anything serious!” he grasps the sides of his head, “It’s like you treat me with little kid gloves, Bill!”

He regrets saying that the moment it’s out.

Bill looks even guiltier than he usually does and Eddie feels like there's a hole in his stomach. He tries to speak, opening his mouth but then shutting it a few times, his stutter starting to get the best of him. He takes a deep breath and tries again, “I duh-duh-don’t mean to, I’m suh-suh-s-sorry.”

Eddie deflates, “No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I didn’t mean that. It’s just that sometimes, sometimes it feels like that. Especially when you won’t tell me what’s going on in your head, what you’re remembering,” tears start welling up in his eyes, “I just want to help you.”

After what they went through, what that fucking clown put them through, there’s no way to really help one another but they still  try.  All the losers try to be there for one another, but Bill isn’t even letting him do that.

He sits up and brushes a stray tear off Eddie’s cheek, kissing him softly on the forehead. When he pulls back he looks into his eyes, and those baby blues remind Eddie of all the days he’s spent getting lost in them. “Eddie, I need you to luh-listen to m-me,” he says so steadily,  “You can’t save me.”

His immediate reaction to shove against Bill, “Bullshit!” he protests, “How dare you tell me that! After all the time I’ve watched you help the other losers, help me, trying to save us from ourselves! Don't you  dare  tell me I can’t try to do the same for you!”

“Eddie please,” he pleads.

“No Bill! Will you just please talk to me!”

Bill doesn’t say anything for the longest time, his face sad and tired. The bags under his eyes have only gotten worse. He expects Bill to say something, but all he does is lays back down, on his side of the bed, and tries to go back to sleep.

Eddie stares in disbelief for a moment, but when Bill doesn’t move, he leaves their bedroom. The couch is uncomfortable and bad for his back, so the next night he makes sure Bill sleeps on it.

The boys like to say she knows everything, and they’re right in a way, she does know some things. She knows things that would kill them if they knew their secret was found out. She knows things that they’ll go to the grave hiding, never letting their secrets see the light of day.

That’s because she watches them. She sees what Ben and Mike don’t, when she looks at Stan, Richie, Eddie, and Bill. It took her awhile to realize what was happening full circle, a lot of discreet watching of their interactions. Once seen though, she feels like it blares out like a horn around the four boys, demanding everyone’s attention. She doesn’t understand how Ben and Mike can be so oblivious to it.

There’s a reason the four boys are targets for cruel homophobic jokes at school. They’re all queer, even if they don’t want to admit it to themselves.

Stan was the first one she noticed.

Richie and Stan had always been best friends, and on the surface level no would second guess their interactions. But Bev knows better. She sees how Stan's eyes linger on Richie, how his touches towards the boy always linger longer then what would be considered friendly.

Stan is always ready with a deadpan quip back to Richie’s joke, and the look of happiness, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, he gets when he’s the one to make Richie laugh. Stan doesn’t like people touching him, but Richie always seems to be the exception. When Richie throws an arm around Stan’s shoulders, she sees the fondness in his eye roll. She hears the laughter behind his “Beep beep Richie.”

She sees how Stan, in his own way, is constantly striving to get Richie’s attention on him. To get Richie to notice him, to look at him. Trying to get Richie to look at Stan the same way Richie looks at Eddie.

The pain in Stan’s eyes is apparent to her when Richie’s attention, most of the time, is solely on their little hypochondriac. Her heart hurts for him.

Richie was a little more obvious, and in retrospect she should’ve seen his secret first. He’s always been loud and rough, but never towards Eddie. He’s softer towards the boy. His personality is still there, he’s still Richie, but just kinder towards Eddie.

Bev sees how Richie’s eyes light up behind his magnified lenses when Eddie crawls into the hammock with him. How bright Richie’s smile is when Eddie is fussing over him because Richie just did something stupid and got himself hurt. Richie basks in Eddie’s attention. Richie is always at Eddie’s side the moment he’s in distress, always trying to protect him in any way he can. Can’t everyone else see that Richie would practically die for Eddie?

All of those “your mom” jokes are Richie’s own love languages for the shorter boy. They’re all rouses to get Eddie to focus all his attention on Richie. But Richie doesn’t stand a chance for that attention when Bill is in the room. Bill always holds all of Eddie’s attention when he’s present.

It kills her to watch Richie deflate and try to hide his sadness when Eddie asks for Bill’s opinion over Richie’s or when Eddie will immediately leave their hammock to go sit by Bill when he enters the club house. At least Richie knows how Stan feels.

It took her a minute to see Eddie’s secret. It’s not because he’s particularly good at hiding it, it’s because she doesn’t think he knows it himself. That’s something for him to realize on his own one day. To see that he doesn’t just look up to Bill like an older brother, that he doesn’t just love Bill like you would love your family.

Because if he thought of Bill as family, then he wouldn’t look at him like that, like Bill hung the stars just for him. His face wouldn’t get all red when Bill was giving him his undivided attention, he wouldn’t sputter when Bill was looking at him like he was the only person in the room. She can see how excited Eddie gets when Bill tells him the simplest “G-good job Eddie.” Hell, Eddie doesn’t even get mad when Bill call’s him “Eds.”

Eddie loves Bill, even if he doesn’t know it yet. Even if he can’t accept it right now. Maybe one day Eddie will realize why he strives to please Bill in any way, why he seems overjoyed after interacting with Bill. If only Bill acted the same towards Eddie, maybe Eddie could come to that conclusion faster than living in confused ignorance.

She knows that won’t happen anytime soon though, as Bill looks like he only has eyes for their quite birdboy. Something none of the other losers pick up on, even poor Eddie who probably knows Bill best. Her heart breaks for Eddie all the same, just like it does for Stan and Richie.

Their fearless leader was the hardest one for her to crack. While they shared their own puppy love back in the day, that way Bill ever looked at her pales in comparison to the way he looks at Stan. Bill’s affection is much more delicate towards him, not like how the other boys are. His touches towards Stan are always soft, as almost they’re questions he doesn’t want the answers too.

The only reason she noticed Bill’s secret was because of how he changed towards Stan after that awful summer. At first she thought it was just because Bill felt guilty for what happened to Stan down there, a very reasonable assumption. She proved herself wrong though when she started seeing the way Bill took every opportunity to hold Stan close, to touch the boy. He seemed scared that Stan was just going to disappear into thin air, and he desperately tried to keep Stan around him. Whenever Bill shows up in the room, she sees how his eyes instantly scan it for him, and the relief that floods them when the boy in question is located. She can feel the apprehension that radiates from him when Stan isn’t there, why doesn’t it suffocate everyone else like it does her?

Bill hides his hurt the best out of the four. Bill has mastered a neutral look when Stan finally joins their group and his attention is immediately on their obnoxious curly hair friend, when Bill has been the one worried about him. Not Richie. Like the others, her heart bleeds for Bill too.

She has a hint that maybe the four of them are at least subconsciously aware of their predicament. Maybe that’s why they remain silent, why their secrets stay buried in the closet. If one of them was to confess, it would only end in pain for all of them. They seem content to remain blissful silence, endure their sufferings alone. So she leaves them be.

Eddie knew it was going to be a bad day. The moment he heard the weatherman say that it was going to do nothing but storm all weekend, he was on the phone with Stan devising a plan. Now storms don’t bother Eddie or his two boyfriends Richie and Stan, but they tremendously bother his boyfriend Bill.

When they were only eleven years old, Bill’s little brother Georgie died in a car accident while it was storming, similar to the storm coming in tonight. Bill always, and reasonably so, gets a little depressed when the weather gets gloomy. He hasn’t even left his bed this Saturday morning. But it was going to be okay because Eddie has a plan.

He’s already called Richie and Stan, and they could already guess the perdictment going on in Bill’s and Eddie’s dorm room, Bill sulking. A movie night was in order. Richie and Stan were going to leave their dorm room around midday and head out and buy all their favorite snacks and drinks... and maybe a thing of alcohol. Then they were all going to meet back at Eddie and Bill’s to stream all Bill’s favorite movies tonight, whether through the storm together, like always.

Eddie finishes up texting the plan to Richie and Stan before he turns his attention to the Bill shaped pile of blankets on the other side of the room. He sets his phone down on his night stand before creeping across the room. A tuft of dark auburn hair sticks out from the blue covers, Bill having no way of knowing that Eddie was practically hovering over him. That's when he made his attack.

Eddie pounced onto the blanket pile with all his weight (which granted isn’t very much) and got a resounding groan out of Bill.

“Eddie!” he muttered as he pulled the blanket down around his neck. His face was red from the heat of being curled up in the blanket, trying his best to frown down at Eddie who was currently laying on his chest. Eddie only thought Bill looked cute.

“Hi Bill,” Eddie reached up and kissed Bill on his nose, all signs of annoyance disappearing from his face as Eddie continued to dote on him, kissing his forehead and cheeks. Finally he made his way to Bill’s lips, for a sweet little peck.

Eddie pulled back and observed Bill. He was trying to smile down at Eddie, but he could still see the sadness lurking behind his brilliant blue eyes. He knew Bill wouldn't want to talk about it, he never does, so instead Eddie settled for hugging Bill a little tighter. Bill seemed to appreciate the sentiment, as he pulled his arms out of the blankets to hug Eddie back.

He doesn’t know how long they lay there, content in each other's arms, Bill’s tightening around Eddie just in a minute way when they hear thunder crackle outside, they must drift off slightly though. Ringing wakes them up, Bill groaning again. Eddie tries to move to answer it, seeing that it’s his phone, only for Bill to grab him and pull him back down.

“Let it go to voicemail,” His voice is riddled with sleep, and the offer seems tempting, but it could be Stan or Richie.

Eddie eventually untangles himself from Bill, “I’ll be right back”, and Bill mutters something incoherent under his breath. Eddie is able to answer the phone before it goes to voicemail, thankful he does when he sees it’s Stan. Stan has been known to get pretty salty if he feels like his phone call has been ignored.

“Hey,” Eddie answers softly.

“Are you in the room with him?” Stan answers instead. He knows Stan really wants to ask how Bill is doing, but can’t if he’s currently in the room. Just like how Stan gets annoyed if his phone calls go unanswered, Bill gets annoyed if he feels like people are talking about him.

Eddie glances back over to Bill, seeing he has returned to his cocoon, “Yeah.”

He hears Stan sigh into the phone, and it also sounds like he’s out in public, probably at the grocery store. “Okay well Richie and I are about to head over, I was calling to see what you guys would like for dinner-”

“I ALREADY SAID PIZZA!” the unmistakable voice of Richie rings through.

“And I already said no because you’re a heathen who eats pizza with pineapple,” Stan has his Richie voice on, the ‘I’m annoyed with you and I can’t believe I love you’ one. Eddie can’t help but find himself smiling.

“I’m sorry Staniel that some people in this relationship have great taste. Pineapple belongs on pizza just as much as my tongue belongs-” the sound of a whack comes through the phone and Eddie can just picture Stan smacking Richie upside the head.

“You wound me Stanny! Just for that you’re not getting your jolly ranchers,” Richie’s voice gets quieter as it sounds like he’s walking away.

Stan sighs once again before continuing with Eddie, “You’re dealing with him tonight (Eddie has no qualms with that idea) and as I was saying, dinner?”

Eddie hums and mulls it over in his mind for a moment, “How about Chinese food?”

“Make sure to get my miso soup!” a sudden Bill pipes up from under his blankets. Eddie chuckles, he should’ve known he was being eavesdropped on. He repeats Bill’s request for his miso soup back to Stan, knowing there was no way he heard his request.

“If Bluejay wants miso soup, he’ll get his miso soup. Even if you guys know that Chinese soup is bad for my skin.”

“Love you Stan.”

“Mhm, love you too. Richie and I will be about another hour,” with that Stan was hanging up the phone. Eddie made his way back over to Bill.

This time Bill was ready for Eddie when he launched himself on him, hearing his footsteps approach. Bill snuggles his face down into Eddie’s hair before thinking of something, “Eddie how are they getting here?”

Eddie doesn’t need to look at Bill to know he has his worry crease in his eyebrow, “Bill they’re taking the bus like always, don’t worry.” He emphasizes his need for him not to worry with a squeeze around his torso.

Bill hums his acknowledgement back as he nuzzles his way back into Eddie’s hair. Another crack of thunder booms outside, surprising them both. Bill makes an almost yelp-like noise and Eddie breaks free from his grasp. Bill looks like he’s about to cry, so Eddie gets positioned where Bill can rest his head in his lap. They spend the next hour like that, Eddie threading his fingers through Bill’s hair, cooing what he hopes is calming reassurances, while Bill tries not to cry.

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Stan is briskly walking down the halls of the dorm, Richie right on his heels. He knows Bill is upset and all he can think about is trying to get to his boyfriend’s side. He knows Bill is in good hands with Eddie, but still, he wants to be with him and Eddie. In fact, if he could have it his way, he’d constantly be with his three boyfriends, never let them out of his sight.

“Stan would you please slow down, I’m trying to balance everything here!” Richie complains from behind him. It is true, Stan kinda leveled Richie with all the snacks and food, insisting he himself needed two hands to carry the drinks.

“Come on Rich, we’re almost there.” They were already running late, the bus taking longer due to the bad weather. Finally, finally they made it to Bill and Eddie’s dorm, and Stan didn’t hesitate to open the door, knowing it wouldn’t be locked.

Eddie only looks up mildly surprised, Bill sleeping in his lap. A smile creeps onto his face as he takes in the sight. Richie comes stumbling in behind him, “Geez your highness, you could’ve held the door open for me.”

“Shush!” Stan and Eddie hush him at the same time, Bill starting to stir before settling back down on Eddie’s thigh. Richie rolls his eyes and mutters something about always knowing Bill was the favorite as he sets the food and snacks on Bill’s desk. Richie must not be too hurt as he takes the drinks from Stan to set down next to it.

Stan with his now free hands, crawls on Bill’s bed slowly to join his boyfriends. He kisses Eddie softly and then leans down to brush a soft kiss also against Bill’s forehead. He settles next to Eddie, resting his head on his shoulder. Richie joins them shortly, sitting on the end of the bed, vodka bottle already in hand. Eddie only huffs out his annoyance as Richie takes a swig from the bottle.

Richie doesn’t even grimace as the liquor hits the back of his throat, speaking after, “How’s Big Bill holding up?” He starts to rub his hand up and down Bill’s leg.

“He’s how he usually is, you know,” Eddie doesn’t have to say anymore, his boyfriends get it. Bill has been the same during storms since they were eleven. At least now he doesn’t have panic attacks.

“Well good thing we’re here to help,” Richie takes another swig from the bottle before offering it to Eddie. When Eddie makes a face , Richie only replies, “Dude my tongue has literally been in your asshole, you can’t seriously be worried about backwash.”

“Beep beep you fucking trashmouth,” Eddies says as he takes the bottle from Richie, taking a swig of his own. Eddie does grimace when the liquor hits his throat. Stan rolls his eyes fondly at his two goofballs as he slowly gets off the bed. He makes his way over to the food and starts dividing up who's whose.

Eddie carefully maneuvers Bill’s head out from his lap, successfully placing his head in Richie’s lap who has since taken Stan’s spot. He makes his way to the tv, trying to figure out what movie for them to watch. When he walks by the desk, he sees Stan’s jolly ranchers poking out one of the bags. Of course Richie couldn’t turn Stan down, he thinks fondly.

“Anything but horror Eddie,” Stan pipes up from the desk, where he now is making everyone’s favorite alcoholic drinks.

“Oh Stanny, don’t want an excuse to jump into my lap tonight?” Richie asks from the bed, him resuming Eddie’s task of running his fingers through Bill’s hair, who is still dead to the world.

“Like he ever needs an excuse to jump into your lap,” Eddie answers for him. Stan graciously proceeds to flip his boyfriends off.

Eddie finally decides on The Time Traveler’s Wife, knowing it's one movie they can typically agree on.

On the bed, Richie can feel Bill start to stir in his lap, the noises from Stan finishing up and Eddie turning on the movie starting to wake him up. Richie awkwardly bends his head down so that he can kiss Bill. He lets out a confused mumble before he starts responding to Richie’s kiss. It starts to become a little less innocent as Richie runs his tongue against Bill’s bottom lip, Bill opening to allow access. As their tongues trace each other, Bill reaches up and grabs a fistful of Richie’s hair, tugging, causing a groan to come out his lips.

When their mouths break contact, Bill speaks, “Hey there Richie,” the smug bastard still has his eyes closed.

“Bout time you woke up sleeping beauty,” he kisses Bill once on the forehead as he sits up. Bill sits up also and smiles at the sight of Stan and Eddie categorizing their candy haul on the desk. Neither of them has noticed Bill’s awakeness yet.

“Can we get drunk already?” Richie aske from where he sits behind Bill.

“Richie I swear, here’s your drink. Don’t act like you haven’t been sipping on vodka this entire time,” Stan turns around with presumably Richie’s drink in hand, smiling when he sees Bill is awake.

He walks over to the bed, handing Richie his drink, and leans in to give Bill his own kiss. “How do you feel bluejay?” Stan asks not to pry, just to let Bill know if he wants to talk, they’re here. Bill looks at his three wonderful boyfriends, and feels at ease not that they’re all here with him. So he’s not lying when he says he feels better.

The unmistakable smell of miso soup hits him and he gets off the bed to walk over where Eddie is getting his own drink on the desk. Eddie smiles up at him and hands him his bowl of miso soup and Bill thinks he can die a happy man right in that moment.

Eddie and Richie make a blanket pile on the floor, getting ready to hunker down to watch the movie. They all grab their food and mixed drinks and settle in for the movie. Half way through after their food is finished, Stan winds up in Bill’s lap and Eddie in Richie’s. Bill and Richie themselves are leaning against each other, Richie’s head on Bill’s shoulder. When the movie is over, Eddie is unashamedly crying. He cries every time they watch this movie. Bill used to too, but has gotten better after watching the movie about five times. He can hear Stan sniffling, trying to cover it up. Richie is the only one who manages to stay unaffected by the movie.

After The Time Traveler’s Wife, they decide to stay in the romance genre for their next pick, watching The Age of Adeline. Through the two movies they all consume their candy, Bill and Richie opting to toss it at each other and try to catch it with their mouths. Only after Eddie scolded them about it getting the carpet did they stop. They also managed to have quite a few drinks, all of them feeling relatively warm and tipsy. Richie, Eddie, and Stan were all happy to watch Bill slowly distress, jumping less and less at each blow of thunder.

Stan was perfectly content snuggled up in Bill’s lap, Bill’s chin resting atop his head when he heard a moan emit from next to him half way through the movie. Stan snapped his head quickly to the sight of the sound, his breath hitching as he took in the scene before him.

Eddie was in a similar position like Stan was, sitting on Richie’s lap, his back flushed against Richie’s chest. The difference was, Eddie had his eyes closed in pleasure, his head leaning to the side to allow Richie to suck marks into the side of his neck. He had his fist in his mouth, trying in vain not to let any noise out. What really got Stan going was the movement of Richie’s hand underneath Eddie’s shorts. Richie’s arm circled the front of Eddie, his hand moving pretty steadily underneath the fabric, it looked like, surely he wasn’t fingering Eddie?

Richie would’ve had to spit on his fingers, but that is a very Richie like thing to do. Stan feels his arousal pooling in his groin and his desire to find out. Bill is watching the pair now too, and Stan can feel his already hardened erection underneath his ass. Stan can’t help to grind back on the engorged flesh himself.

Bill hisses at Stan’s sudden action, but still places his hands on Stan’s hips to guide him as he grinds down unto Bill. Stan lets out a little whimper as he feels Bill’s hips start to slightly buck into him. Stan’s little whimper draws the attention of Richie, who lets go of Eddie’s neck with a parting lick. “Did you two get riled up just from watching Eddie and me huh? We’re a hell of a better watch then another chick flick,” Richie’s looking right into Bill’s eyes as he speaks, his fingers never relenting underneath Eddie’s shorts.

Instead of answering, Stan almost scrambles his way off of Bill’s lap, crawling over to kneel by Eddie. Eddie finally looks up and for the first time seems to notice Stan and Bill watching him. His pupils are blown out and he already looks fucked out, which only spurs Stan on even more when he does his next action. He grabs the hem of Eddie’s shorts and yanks it down, moaning out right when he sees Richie’s hand pumping in between his legs.

Eddie’s cock is hard and leaking precum, and Stan leans to run lap at the tip, wanting to taste Eddie. He moans and arches, trying to get his cock into the hot heat of Stan’s mouth. Stan can feel Eddie’s desperation and starts to go down on Eddie’s dick, his tongue running against the veins in the sides.

Richie groans out a “God you two are going to kill me,” before he stops his ministrations on Eddie’s hole, moving his hand to jack off the part of Eddie’s cock that Stan can’t quite reach. He looks over to where Bill was sitting, wanting to see if he was watching the show as well, only to find the spot vacant. He doesn’t have to wonder too long where Bill went as he’s suddenly pressed up behind Richie, biting down his own neck. Richie lets out a groan which his three boyfriends seem to all echo.

“Fuck look at them Richie,” Bill says after he licks a strip up Richie’s neck, his hand in Richie’s hair to force (Not that it’s too entirely needed) him to look at Stan as he sucks Eddie’s cock. Bill uses his other hand to card it through Stan’s hair, which seems to encourage Stan to do something sinful with his mouth as Eddie lets out another loud moan.

Eddie starts to get a little heated and too horny to stay still in Richie’s lap, so he pushes himself off him, causing Stan to pull off him and look up at him in surprise. Stan doesn’t have anytime to think as Eddie pushes him onto his back, straddling his hips. Both boys groan at the friction caused when Eddie starts grinding his ass down onto Stan’s erection.

Stan’s hands immediately go to Eddie’s hips and all he thinks is how he really wants Eddie to ride him like this. He looks over at Richie and Bill, to see the two making out now. Bill has Richie on his back on the ground, him resting between Richie’s thighs, and what looks like their own grind going on. Stan could watch Richie and Bill make out for hours, the way their tongues seem to violently for dominance. But how can he watch them when he has a desperate Eddie grinding down on his lap?

Eddie is staring down at Stan, gauging his reactions as he moves hips. His bare crotch rubbing against Stan’s still clothed one. He remedies that as he reaches down and starts to undo Stan’s belt. He gets Stan’s belt off and moves to finish taking off his pants, when Stan stops him.

“Lube?”

That's all Stan has to ask for Eddie to jump up and stumble his way over to his nightstand to retrieve it. He stumbles pass Richie and Bill, who both are now shirtless and Richie working on removing Bill’s pants, he hears Richie say “Come one Bill, let me play with Big Bill,” and fuck if that’s not hot. Bill seems to agree as he helps Richie remove his pants who in turns wastes no time getting his mouth on Bill’s hard long cock. Bill wastes no time fisting his hands in Richie’s hair to properly face fuck him.

Eddie makes his way back to Stan who has since stripped himself completely naked, his clothes folded neatly on the desk. Stan is laying on the ground, pillows propped under his head, looking so fucking hot with hard cock resting on his stomach. Stan makes no move to touch himself and just has an expectant look on his face as Eddie crawls back onto his lap after removing his clothes himself. Stan takes the lube from Eddie and squirts some on his fingers to warm up as Eddie and him start to make-out.

Bill manages to tear his eyes from Richie’s flushed and fucked out face when he hears Eddie let out an extra loud moan. He gets treated to the sight of Stan pushing in his first finger into Eddie’s hole. He pulls Richie off his cock, Richie letting out a frustrated groan as his mouth chases after the tip of Bill’s cock. Bill hushes him before telling Richie to go grab the lube from Stan.

Richie nods with a mock salute and knee crawls over to Stan and Eddie, who seems to be having the time of his life. Stan has three fingers now tucked into Eddie, who’s letting out desperate noises and Richie thinks he can cum just from the sight. Eddie sees Richie approach them and yanks Richie down into a desperate hot kiss.

They part with a sling of saliva dangling between them, Eddie moaning as Stan situates him to sink down on his cock. Richie finds himself moaning with Eddie as Stan thrusts his hips up he’s buried to the hilt. Richie kisses Stan, biting on his lower lip as he grabs the lube that lays abandoned next to them. With a parting bite to Stan’s neck, he makes his way back to Bill.

Bill is kneeling, his hand furiously stroking his cock as he watches Stan and Eddie, his attention turning to Richie. “Come on Billy, don’t get yourself off too quickly before I even get that fat cock of yours in me,” Richie reaches down to stop Bill’s hand. Bill just groans in response, never one for being a big talker when he’s all worked up, before using his strength he gained from playing ball to maneuver Richie so that he was on his hands and knees.

Richie has a great view of Stan just laying perfectly content as Eddie bounces up and down on his cock. Bill lubes up his fingers, to horny to try and warm them up, before inserting one into Richie. He moans and arches his back, encouraging Bill to finger fuck him. It doesn’t take very long with Bill scissoring his fingers and opening Richie up before he’s begging for Bill to fuck him. It doesn’t take much convincing as Bill lines himself and buries himself in Richie’s tight heat.

The sounds of moans, skin slapping skin, and Richie’s muted dirty talk who he himself isn’t even sure who’s it for, bounces off the dorm room walls. They’re probably going to get a noise complaint in the morning but none of them care.

Eddie manages to his angle just right and on his next thrust down, Stan’s dick slams into his prostate. “Fuck, yes yes, Stan,” Eddie continues to jump on Stan’s dick at that angle, his prostate getting hit every time. Stan looks like he’s heaven as he watches Eddie work himself on his cock. Bill is plowing into Richie at this point, Richie’s face buried into a pillow, his moans loud enough to still be heard.

“Fuck Stan I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum, fuck yes,” Eddie can feel the pooling in his belly as his orgasm approaches.

“Come on Baby boy,” Stan reaches up to run his hand up Eddie’s cock. That's all it takes for Eddie to seize up as his orgasm hits him. Stan thrusts shallowly up into him, to help him ride out his bliss. Eddie cums in streaks across his chest and collapses down onto him, trying to catch his breath.

Once Eddie has had a moment of rest he crawls off Stan and heads over to Richie and Bill, curving himself up behind Bill’s back. Stan follows and situates himself down by Richie’s head, his fingers grabbing and yanking on his hair so that he can see Richie’s pretty fucked out face.

Bill’s fingers are digging into Richie’s hips and he can feel his orgasm building. Eddie is lazily laving at Bill’s neck, muttering praises about how hot it is to watch him fuck Richie. Bill looks down and Richie and Stan and an idea pops into his head. He slows his thrusts, “R-Richie I want you to eat out St-Stan.” His voice is commanding and leaves no room for argument. Even so, he has to repeat himself so that Richie’s blissed out brain can hear him. Stan himself seems super eager at the idea, he kneels before Richie, presenting his ass to him.

Richie doesn’t waste any time as he pulls Stan closer to him, his tongue circling Stan’s rim. Bill speeds up his thrusts as he watches Richie’s tongue plunge into Stan. He starts railing into Richie once more, his thrusts hitting his prostate every time, as he marvels at how when Richie moans it drags a moan out of Stan also.

Eddie is biting on Bill’s earlobe and Bill manages one final thrust before he’s spilling into Richie with a loud groan. Panting, he parts from Richie, laying down on the blankets to watch as Richie is still eating Stan out. Eddie comes and curls up in front of him to watch the show also.

Richie stands up his knees, grabbing his now throbbing cock and he rubs it against Stan’s hole, teasing him. “Baby do you want me to fuck you, or do you need more prep?” Richie asks. He really wants to fuck Stan right now, but he’s not going to willingly cause his boyfriend discomfort.

“Just fuck me Richie,” Stan pushes his hips back against Richie for emphasis.

Richie chuckles at his boy’s eagerness, “Yeah I’m going to fuck you real good.” He sinks into Stan without another thought.

Richie starts up a brutal pace on Stan, Stan moaning and writhing beneath him. Eddie and Bill are more so cuddling at this point, making out slowly. Stan can feel how close he is, still worked up from Eddie, he can almost taste his release on the back of his tongue.

“Chee I wanna cum so bad, please.”

The sound of Stan’s begging causes him to fuck into him harder, he himself chasing his own orgasm. “Fuck baby, say that again.”

Stan arches his back, “Please please Chee I really wanna cum.”

“Fuck baby.” Richie reaches around and gently grabs Stan’s cock, causing him to yelp as his orgasm hits him. Stan tightening around Richie causes him to spill over also, both of them riding out their orgasm together. They collapse into a pile of limbs on the floor, next to Bill and Eddie. Stan looks over and sees that Eddie has fallen asleep, his head tucked under Bill’s chin, who also looks like he’s on the verge of passing out also.

Richie looks at all his now content boyfriends and feels a great amount of love for the three of them, “Good game boys.” Stan smacks him on the arm, no real venom in his actions.

“Should we get you guys cleaned up?” Bill sleepily mumbles out.