#poly!ghostface x reader

So when the suggestion is made over dinner one night with a movie on the TV and the three of you on the couch in a neat little row? You are a tad surprised. To the point that the pizza you were bringing to your mouth stops in midair. The food lowers, your brows furrow, and you ask, “You want to go where?”

“Out of town, on a little romantic getaway-” Stu starts, and you cut him off with a laugh and a roll of your eyes, “-I’m not having trouble with the concept of going out of town, or of a romantic getaway. The thing I am stuck on is the locale put forth-”

Stu makes an offended sound that causes Billy to crack a smile, before he jumps in to “help” by way of asking you, “C’mon, what’s wrong with it?”

Around the bite of your pizza, you laugh before saying, “Ohhhh I dunno, an abandoned mall is one of the last places I’d consider the ideal setting for a romantic weekend together.”

One of Billy’s hands comes down onto your thigh. He squeezes as he tries to sell you on the idea and smooth out Stu’s ruffled feathers at the same time, “Have you ever not had a good time when Stu and I planned something?” 

The man makes a good point, they have more than proven themselves time and again; They suggest an activity, you go along with it, fun is always had. You quickly apologize to him, very sincerely, “You are so right, I’m sorry for pissing on the party.”

Stu mutters loud enough for you to hear, “There is no appreciation for our artistic vision or our creative sense, I swear-” He sighs heavily before saying at a regular volume, “-I guesssss we can forgive you-”

“How big of you-” A smile creeps onto your face, along with your pithy reply. 

Stu cuts back in, pressing, “-I wasn’t done! We can forgive you iffff, you put your total and complete trust in us while we are away and do whatever we say.”

Billy’s grip tightens on your thigh, causing you to cast a glance his way. He gives you a meaningful look which tells you that he is in total agreement with Stu. You get the sense he is very serious about this whole plan, whatever it is. Billy’s cynicism surpasses even yours, so him being so in with Stu’s idea is telling, meaning? You are completely and totally sold, just like that.

To let them know just how contrite you are, you take the plate off your lap and put it on the coffee table, and with your hands free you take one each of theirs. Your eyes flit from Billy to Stu as you impart, “I promise to go along with whatever you have planned on our weekend away.”

Stu looks suspicious yet hopeful, he asks, “You mean it?” 

You tell him, “I do.” 

To hammer home how sincerely you mean it, you shift your hands, hooking your pinkies with theirs. It’s been a long-running bit, Stu started it ages ago as a joke but somewhere along the way pinkie promises have taken more of its original meaning. It is now used to telegraph how deeply committed you are to a promise instead of used for comedy. When you make one, there is no wiggling out of it, no back peddling. You are totally locked in on this. Billy usually rolls his eyes whenever you do this, but not this time. 

Stu seems much more pleased and completely believes you with the simple curling of fingers together. He utters an enthusiastic, “Yesss!” He leans over and kisses your cheek.

You lean away, wiping at your face as you exclaim, “Bleck! Wipe your mouth first next time! Fuckin’ pizza grease, are you trying to get me to break out?”

Stu wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close as he places several more messy kisses over your cheek while you squirm all the while. You are begging him to stop or for Billy to help, who categorically refuses while he laughs.

So you pack a bag and a few days later the weekend is upon you, the car is packed, and soon you are in the passenger seat as you tear down the highway. Billy is driving, you have control of the music, Stu is stretched out in the backseat and excited conversation is had over the tunes. The drive breezes by easily, your destination is a few hours of time and several towns over. When you pull into the parking lot and lay eyes on the mall for the first time, you are frankly impressed by the size. You find yourself actually excited to see everything it has to offer inside. You are very ready to get out of the car and stretch your legs, too. The car is parked under some trees, behind the mall, hidden from the view of the road. You obviously are not supposed to be here, and you don’t need anyone getting tipped off to you all trespassing and potentially putting an early end to your fun. Not to mention the potential legal trouble, you’d rather not worry about it unless it actually happens so you push the mild concern from your mind.

Billy unbuckles his seatbelt and declares, “Okay, let's get the shit out of the car-” 

You question, “Wait, all of it?”

Stu chimes in, “Yeah, all of it.” He leans forward, between the driver and passenger's seat, raising his eyebrows as he says, “Remember your promise?”

You certainly do, so without another word of protest, you release your own seatbelt and hop out. The car is swiftly unpacked then locked, bags hoisted over shoulders and the boys carrying a cooler between them. Stu steers you all in the right direction with a point, “That door over there.” 

You shift and head to where he indicated, you pull on the doorknob and find that yes the door is in fact unlocked. Pulling it open, you stand to the side and allow them to head on through. You follow, the door closes behind you as you ask, “Seriously, this place is just left unlocked like that?”

“Nah, usually when someone finds a place like this, just one low-key door is broken into, every other door is probably locked up tight.” Stu informs simply, tacking on, “Plus everything’s been cleared out, not like there is anything worth stealing.” 

It makes sense. You entered on the lower floor of the two-story former bustling shopping centre and your eyes wander. From the high arched ceiling comprised of glass letting in ample light, to the various shopfronts and the long multicoloured tile floor stretching out in front of you. The place is grand, and your curiosity is strong, it feels like it is purposefully drawing you deeper, and you give in to the feeling without question.

The three of you walk along, the pace is slow and every step echos in the large empty space, the sound carries absurdly well. If there is anyone else here, you are sure you’d be able to know, and that provides some level of comfort. 

You wander along the lower level, get a basic sense of the layout, pass by what used to be thriving businesses at one point. You walk by a now defunct jewellery store, what used to be a kitchen supply outlet, a former hot topic, the usual things you’d expect to find. Some of the store signs were totally removed, obviously closed long before the mall itself was shuttered. The lower level hosts the old food court, the tables, chairs and booths remain, affixed to the floor. Past that, you find the heart of the mall, a large open space with stairs and nonfunctioning escalators that can take you to the upper floor. There are benches around what was once a fountain that has long run dry, the tile work still looks surprisingly good, all things considered. 

You ask, “How long ago did this place close?”

“Like, five years?” Stu supplies, and you are impressed that it all still looks this good. Billy is the one to suggest, “Lunch?”

You all decide here is a good a place as any. Perching on the edges of the fountain, the cooler is partly unpacked and a leisurely meal is shared with the sun shining high above your heads and pouring from the large glass domed ceiling. 

The question that has been lingering on your mind is at last asked, “So are we just gonna explore around or is there a goal for this excursion?” 

A brief look is shared between Billy and Stu, something communicated silently that you are totally out of the loop on. You are informed by Billy, “The goal will be made clear soon enough.” 

You scoff, but still smile, “Ominous, but okay you cryptic bastard, fine.” The barb is punctuated by a firm bite down on a carrot stick, the satisfying crunch book ended by Stu’s laugh that echos outwards around you. The conversation meanders over sandwiches, chips and the assorted fruit and vegetables you insisted on packing. The main topic is about the mall itself and what it was like when it was in its heyday, to which Stu finally spills, “My parents brought me here before.”

“No shit?” You question, and he replies, “Yeah, Christmas shopping once, did the whole picture with Santa thing. It got framed, and my folks still have it up in their place.”

“Is it weird being back here with it like this, then?” You inquire, and he laughs, “No way, it’s honestly cool seeing how different it is.” 

You asked Billy if he’s ever been by here, and he said, “No, I never even really visited the one closer to our home town unless necessary. I’m not much of a mall rat, if you can believe it.” 

“I figured you’d live and breathe the capitalist consumerist dream! You mean to tell me it doesn’t get your dick hard?” You joke.

Stu jumps in before Billy can reply, “You know just as well as I do what gets him off and shopping isn’t it.” 

Billy sighs, rolling his eyes and taking a bite of his sandwich. He lets you both carry on, riffing loudly down this path, assigning outrageous fetishes and kinks to him for the comedy of it.

After lunch is done, the rest of the lower floor is explored. 

Finally, you find that next to the bank outlet you find a furniture store, the boys encourage you to follow them in. You do as asked, and you discover this place isn’t totally empty, the large cavernous space has one pretty exciting feature in the middle of it. 

There is a huge rectangular carpet and on said carpet there is what can only be described as a hotel room set up. A bed, nightstands, a couch, most things you would find in a standard rented room for the night just here in no man's land in this abandoned store. Once close enough, the boys start to set down their bags and the cooler.

Billy walks over to the mattress and crouches down, inspecting something, and Stu asks, “Is it clean?”

“Yep, no bed bugs, we’re good.” He stands back up and states, “We should take advantage of the light and set up now.” 

You really can’t take being out of the loop much longer, and you ask, “Set up what?” 

Stu is closer, he hooks an arm around your shoulders and pulls you near as he explains, “Soooo we aren’t staying in town at like a hotel or whatever, we are spending the night in the mall. Right here!” 

You would say that sounds terrifying, if you were alone, but you are with them. Honestly, anyone who comes in here should be much more scared of them, especially if they tried anything funny. So any worries don’t have the chance to grow legs, you just remember your promise, keeping that in mind you ask, “How many people know about this place? Did you have to like book it in advance so no one else tries to ‘stay over’ during the same time or?”

Stu seems very pleased you aren’t fighting them on staying over. He humours you as he responds while he fondly squeezes your shoulders, “Oh yeah, had to put in our rez months ago, it was a real shit show but anything for youuu.”

The boys insisting on bringing everything in right away makes sense now.

You drop your bag onto the rug and ask, “Okay, so how are we doing this?”

It doesn’t take that long with the three of you all putting in the work. The bed is made, the bags partly unpacked, there is even a generator nearby to plug in a few things if need be. The boys fill you in that this is a hidden gem of a thing, not a lot of people know about it, and it’s been kept hush, hush. It all explains why the space still looks so pristine and hasn’t been ransacked to shit. 

You flop down onto the bed, proclaiming, “And all on the honour system, turns out there is still some good in the world.” 

Stu drops beside you, stretching out while humming, “Seriously.”  

Billy is standing nearby, watching you both he asks, “Comfortable?”

“Come try for yourself.” Comes the retort from you and he joins. The bed is a king-size, meaning it is big enough for the three of you, thank God. 

You don’t intend to have an afternoon nap, but it just kind of happens. Curled up and cozy, the talking slows until eventually you all just kinda pass out without meaning to. When you wake up, you are groggy and a little confused. It takes a moment for it all to click back into place of where you are. You nudge the boys awake, the sun is a lot lower, you all get yourselves up and leave the furniture store behind. Intent on checking out more of what the mall has to offer before the sun totally sets. 

The upper floor you take a bit longer exploring, walking through some of them, checking out store rooms and offices. In the administration portion, you even find a map printed back there on the wall and from there are able to figure out how to access the delivery loading doc. It is much more fun than you expected, walking around the space, the conversations that start and stop are interesting, not ones you’d have if not for this venue. You allow yourself to wind down strange hallways both physically and verbally and feel oddly closer for it. 

As night draws closer, you seriously wonder what it is that they have planned, you don’t want to keep bugging them about it. You’ve broken off to go use the bathroom, and are thinking that when you come back out, you might just ask one last time what exactly their intentions are. However, when you come out, you discover that you are alone. 

Your head turns to the left, and you don’t see them. Then you turn your head to the right, still no sign. 

Weird. 

The phone in your hand vibrates, and your eyes turn downwards to it, seeing a text notification. You click on it. The message is from an unknown number, and reads, “The game starts in five minutes. The idea is simple! Try not to get caught, put up a good chase. Stomach some of your worst fears for our entertainment, and then we’ll do whatever you want.”

Christ you should have known. 

This isn’t the first time you’ve done a game like this, but it has been a long while, it is honestly overdue. You love your boys dearly, and you know intimately the urges they have and that they need a good outlet on occasion. It is necessary to keep themselves happy and healthy, remain even keel. You are very happy to help them do this, but this is a step-up. In a totally new and unfamiliar setting, sure you spent a while walking around and have a general sense of the layout, however you weren’t exactly paying super close attention. At least not the level you would have if you knew that this was tonight's intention. Add on losing light and the fact you will have to rely on your flashlight soon, and how different a place can look in the dark? It’s a totally different ball game. Keeping in mind all the while that there are two of them, and they are working in tandem against just one of you. 

Well, you do have one thing on your side, the sheer amount of space here and places to hide. Not to mention how many times you’ve done these kinds of games and how well you know them. 

Standing stock static still is not the way to win this game, you want to do this right because the prize is too tantalizing. You start to walk, knowing just where you want to head, mind awash with just what you might ask them to do for you later. 

You aren’t a match for them when it comes to cardio. Obviously, you are going to have to run at some point, the chase is a big part of it, but you can’t outrun them. Hiding is needed, so it all doesn’t end prematurely, making it exciting is important. You intend to lengthen the process as much as you can. Making sure to keep your ears open, you decide to try finding a good spot to lie low for a while. You move quick and quiet, eyes constantly scanning the surrounding area. 

You are alone. Completely and totally so, and that is fucking terrifying. All alone in this huge, imposing structure, devoid of life and empty, steadily growing darker and darker. The place wasn’t scary at all in the daylight and when you were with them, but now that you are solo, and they are on the hunt for you? The fear is rising in you, first pooling in your stomach and curling up your spine, terror setting up camp in the corners of your mind as the light continues to fade. You can’t let yourself get too freaked out this early on, or it is certain to bite you in the ass.

You look all around, keeping your head on a swivel as you walk, you don’t like how out in the open you are right now. Your five-minute head start is ticking down, and you are still much too close to where they left you. It is obvious that the bathroom you just left is going to be the first place that they check, you need to put some distance between you and here. Picking up the pace into a light jog, still trying to keep your steps light, being mindful of the echo as you head towards the back offices. You find the door you were hoping for and slip inside. 

The hallways stretch and turn, you move quick and quiet. Soon finding what used to be, one of those unassuming administrative office room that backs onto a clothing store. You enter, then keeping the door cracked and plant yourself flat against the wall and you wait. 

Your five minutes are up, and your two boys are ready to play. 

When you had gone to use the bathroom, the two of them immediately made their way back to where you set up camp in the furniture store. Stu drafted the text on the burner phone on the way, a brief exchange made, expressing how amped they were to finally be doing this here.

Once they had made it back to their bags, their beloved costumes were pulled out. The text is sent and all that was left was getting dressed. Gearing up was done with the same excitement it always was, the air between them crackling with electric potential and promise. There isn’t any conversation when getting dressed, nothing to say, plenty of talk happened in the weeks leading up to this. Finally, before the masks are put on, Billy asks, “Think she’ll put up a good chase with so little notice?”

“Natch, she impresses and surprises up all the time.” Comes the easy and flirtatious response from Stu. A kiss is shared, briefly lingered in, before their masks are slid on.

No time is wasted once your five minutes are up, they are on the move. They know that there is no way that you’d stay around the bathroom, the question becomes just where you’d go. 

You are still in the office, palms sweaty and straining to listen for them. 

Waiting, waiting, the fucking waiting, that is the real killer. You want some kind of clue or sign of them, no matter what side they come in, you have an option to take the other direction. While left here and to your own devices, your mind fills in the blanks and left to wander, and in these situations your mind is not exactly cooking up nice pleasant thoughts. 

Then, at last, the sign you’ve been waiting for. Down the hall, you hear a door being pushed open none too gently, your eyebrows raise, and you immediately start to retreat. Now that you know they are in the area, you feel confident in moving, putting more space between you. The store is bare, save for a few clothing racks, you weave between them, keeping low. You think that they wouldn’t split up this early, but better safe than sorry. Knowing your luck, if you weren’t careful, you might just bump into one and get surrounded on both sides. Peeking out, you see and hear nothing, think you are alone again. 

You creep out slowly until you are back on the main walkway, around the other shopfronts, you think that perhaps you should-Then you see it. 

A flash of white, a billowing of black fabric in your peripheral, and fucking Christ your blood runs cold. You don’t think you’ve been spotted yet, so you back up, pulse thumping in your ears. You wait for a moment, the moment, the one that will tell you just what direction you should go. It is this odd feeling that overtakes at times, a feeling in your gut to give you direction. It hasn’t steered you wrong in these situations yet, so you go with it. 

First floor it is. The shut-down escalators are nearby, you break away for them. You don’t hear anyone in pursuit, that however means shit all, you don’t look over your shoulder it would just slow you down. You reach your destination, fingers grip the railings, and you make your way down the stairs. After reaching the bottom, you don’t wait, you keep going until you reach the food court and then find an adequate table to hide yourself under. You quiet your breathing, hugging your knees and listening, and a minute later you do hear it. Footsteps clear as day, purposefully heavy and echoing, it’s like they want you to know how near they are. It does as intended, your fear spikes. 

Whichever one that you spotted sounds like they are on the escalator, the steps have a lackadaisical yet menacing quality to them, clunking on heavy metal stairs. You can imagine those sturdy leather combat boots you are so familiar with, tightly laced and well-loved, as they carry him to your location. You've been pursued many times by your boys while they are in those boots. It is like every footfall is purposeful and predatory, but not in any rush, like catching you is a forgone conclusion. An eventuality.

The sound changes, rubber soles meeting tiles, and it gets your hackles up. Nudging deeper under the table, you pray he doesn't come towards the food court. That prayer falls on the deaf ears of a God who stopped listening years ago. You curse to yourself as the steps grow louder on their approach. Trying to mentally figure out just where he is in relation to you is difficult. Your fear is clouding your mind, it’s not like you had the tables positions memorized but trying to think critically about it in this state is impossible. Relying totally on sound is all you have, which isn't much.

You can't look at your phone, worried that the light it gives off might give away your position. Time during these games has a terrible habit of always getting away from you. Has it been ten minutes or an hour since that text they sent? You have no way of knowing, that doesn’t potentially risk outing your current location. 

Step. 

Step. 

Step. 

Pause. 

A tension, thick, heavy beat. Wait, wait, keep fucking waiting and hoping that he moves on. 

No such luck. 

“Tiiiiffaaaannnyyyy-” You flinch as he calls out your name, eyes squeezing shut as you take a deep breath. He speaks again, “-come onnn baby, I know you’re on this floor.” More footsteps, followed by more talking, and your eyes peek back open, “We both know you can’t run that quick.” 

They know you so well, plenty aware with him so close, hiding is the first thing you’d do. The hallway ahead stretches long, trying to run down it would have been foolish, he would have seen you and made a beeline and there goes the game.  

“You know we are gonna get you sooner or later.” Comes the next call and yeah, of course they are, but you intend to give them quite the run around before that happens. Then a true heart stopping moment that sends a shock up your spine, those boot clad feet come into your field of vision. 

“Don’t look under here. Don’t look under here. Please don’t fucking look under here.” Your train of thought circles round and round your skull. He walks so easily, lazily, without a care in the world. Must be nice. You wish you could enjoy this as much as they do, doesn’t matter how many times you do this, you still get genuinely very scared every time, which you suppose is the entire point of it. You never have to worry about acting or selling it when you are really feeling the emotions in question so intensely. 

Next you hear an all too familiar sound, a knife being dragged over a nearby tabletop, a distinct metal shhhhinck as the edge of the blade is run over Formica. Oh God, they brought the knives this time. Great.

Finally, the feet leave your line of sight, and you think that you can maybe crawl, get far enough away without being spotted. You decide to risk it, getting on your knees and starting to crawl, out from under the table. He is meandering away, and you think you might be able to do this. Until you misjudge it, when getting back on your feet, your shoes squeak loudly on the tile. His head snaps towards your direction immediately, you can feel his eyes land on you and shit. The view is bone chilling, empty souless eyes of that mask fixed on you, hand gripping that knife. It’s time to run.

You are in just the right position for it, hands on the ground and crouched, so you launch yourself forward like a runner at the starting line of a race. There you go, tearing off down the hallway. 

He is in hot pursuit, and you need a plan, and quick. Should you try to trip him up? Take off into that defunct coffee shop and give him the run around? What to do, too many options, and you can’t settle on a single one so for the time being you just keep running.

Fear is a pretty good motivator, it is carrying you along swiftly, you think you might be able to-

And just before you could really start to wonder where your pursuer’s partner in crime could be, there he is. Sliding into view ahead of you, exactly where you were running towards. 

Fucking shit. 

You panic and make a hard left turn, and jackpot, this is the way that leads to the delivery bay. Pushing forward, you break through the doors and lucky you! Just what you need, this back hallway is lined with debris, trash that no one bothered to throw away when the mall shut down. You snatch up a metal pole and feed it through the door handles, creating an effective door jamb. Less than twenty seconds after you put the pole through the handles, something, or someone rather slams into the doors. Then it rattles multiple times, like it is continually trying to be forced open. The metal holds, this way is closed off, you bought yourself time and distance. 

With a breathless laugh, you confidently head down the hallway in search of your next hiding spot. 

The two of them are on the other side of the door that you managed to lock them out of. The pair of them are looking at each other, breathing heavier than normal from the run. Billy and Stu have always had a great sense for one another, have amazing nonverbal communication. It’s only gotten better since their shared “hobby” so there isn’t the need for words exchanged. The break is needed, masks tugged up and closing the minimal distance for a brief make out to get out some of this extra energy. Lips meet, tongues brush, teeth nip and heat spikes.

When they pull apart, Billy’s voice sounds significantly rougher when he gushes, “I fucking love her-” 

Stu has a wide grin, gives a breathless laugh, agreeing, “Fuck, right? She’s the best.” Before hauling Billy in for another filthy tongue kiss. It is quick, they don’t want to lose you. The pair of them need to go the long way around to the loading dock, masks pulled back down, Stu gripping Billy’s hand and encouraging, “C’mon, let’s go get her!”

You have made it to the loading dock, now where should you go from here? There are multiple ways to gain entry back into the mall, you need to pick one, fully aware that they might choose that one in hopes of getting to you. A risk you can't avoid. Enough dawdling, you need to go. The hall you picked is windowless, and the sun fully set a while ago, so you are using the flashlight on your phone. 

God, this place is so creepy. They must be living it up, a perfect hunting ground for them. A sudden sound makes you jump, causing your heartbeat to pick up. It was just a small pile of some of that scattered trash your foot accidentally knocked over. You mentally berate yourself for getting so freaked out over nothing, kicking the garbage in mild frustration. 

“Stupid backrooms ass, fucking liminal space bullshit-” You mutter as you walk away.

You stumble across the old employee locker room and don't linger, pressing onward until you are back in the mall properly. The skylights provide a bit of natural light from the moon, not enough you feel comfortable enough to kill your light.

You’ve wandered back upstairs are standing in what used to be a sporting goods store, listening for them and hearing nothing. Stay or go, stay or go. 

Stay. 

Sitting yourself down behind the till and listening for them. The tension remains in your body as you are back to waiting. If you don't remain alert, you could lose when they appear again. Honestly, you think you nailed your hiding spot, nearly a half hour passes by with nothing. In fact, you hid so well, that the two of them resort to a rather dirty tactic. The phone in your pocket rings, and, stupid you, left your ringtone on. Getting onto your knees, your hand scrambles back into your pocket, fumbling for your phone, as you curse, “Shit, shit, shit-“ 

Finally getting a grip on it, you manage to silence it. Your palms are sweaty, and you wait, listening hard. You hear nothing. Then, finally, a footstep on tile. Yep, your position was given away, you shoot up, and there they are in the store with you.

It is back to the chase, but you were sitting for so long that your legs partly fell asleep. Meaning? You are totally boned. A valiant attempt at further chase is made, around the counter and through the store, you make it as far as the main hallway again before one of them gets a hand on you. 

His grip is tight, and he yanks you back into the strong wall of his chest. 

A gleeful, “Gotcha!” Is uttered by who is now obviously and clearly Stu. 

Billy slides up, mask pulled off and hood back, he starts to speak, “My God, you-” his arm snakes around your waist, and he pulls you to him. He kisses your cheek before finishing his thought, “-did so fucking good!”

Stu wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly and effectively squishing you between them both. He praises, “Seriously! New record!”

“Wait, really?” You ask in disbelief, and it is confirmed in stereo when they both say, “Yeah!” 

“Majorly fun! God, we need to do this more-” Stu starts and Billy confirms, “Right? I feel so much better whenever we can let loose.” 

You groan softly, “Ughhhh. My boys, please think of my heart and my knees!” 

“Awe, didn’t have as much fun as us, hm?” Stu teases as he starts to pull back and unwrap his arms, however, Billy keeps his arm around your waist as you start to walk again. 

You fire back, “Do I ever?”

“Yet you still humour us every single time. How lucky are we?” Billy always sounds happiest post hunt.

Stu agrees, “Supremely lucky, truly.” How sunny they are after this makes it worth it, always. 

“Soooo I earned my reward?” You ask. 

They both agree, Billy starts, “Completely!” 

Stu finishes, “Whatever you want for the rest of the night sweetheart, scout's honour.”

You breathe a sigh of relief. Very happy for the night to move onto whatever strikes your fancy. 

“You are so, so fucking lucky too. You know why?” Stu starts and you hum in question. He explains, “If you would have gotten chased by us up here, we were totally planning on using your fear of heights to our advantage.” 

That sends a chill through you. Glancing towards the edge of the walkway, the metal railing with glass under it, that set up that brackets all the way around up here. They know how much you hate heights, you would have totally folded if they tried anything related to that. 

“You guys are the fucking worsssst.” You grouse, and they laugh again. Pulling your phone out with one hand and flicking on the flashlight feature. Your other hand settles on Billy’s while it rests on your waist, you pull him along, leading him towards the escalator. You are intent on going downstairs and making it back to the furniture store. 

The boys follow your lead happily, you and Billy descend the escalator first. Billy asks, “Sooo anyone hungry?”

Stu follows close behind as he replies, “Yeah, should we start thinking about dinner?”

You glance briefly over your shoulder as you inform, “Yeahhh, maybe later on. Think I’ve got another craving to satisfy first before I can even begin to give a shit about that.” 

“Ahhh, reward first, food later?” Stu asks, and you tell him, “Exactly.” 

“So what are you craving then?” Billy inquires. 

It rolls easily off your tongue, “After the shit you put me through? I think I deserve something sweet.” 

Very soon, you are back in the furniture store, as soon as you hit the edge of the carpet you start to take your shoes off. You slip away from them and make your way to the bed. You turn, then flopping backward onto it with your arms out. The warm comfort of the bed is very welcome, you stretch out with a sigh. Turning your head to look over to see them getting their robes off. Once they have stripped the costumes and dealt with their own shoes, you make your first direction known, your tone haughty and demanding, “Pamper me.” 

It pulls a surprised laugh from the duo. Billy rolls his eyes and Stu is still chuckling as he approaches, “Jesus fuck, you are so funny.” 

With Stu close enough you reach out and hook a finger in his belt loop, tugging him nearer as you say, “Yes, I know, I’m hilarious. I am also being serious, you both said anything I want and this is what I want.” 

Billy has come around the other side of the bed, sitting on the edge as he affirms, “And we are gonna keep our word, don’t worry your highness.” 

“New nickname, hm? I’ll be honest, I’m not mad at it.” You tease as you pull again, encouraging Stu to join you and Billy on the mattress. He relents. You are overjoyed at this moment. Right now, here with them, the whole affair they put you through already feels worth it. 

As Stu gets comfortable, Billy takes the opportunity to kiss you first. Leaning up into him, you return the affection, your lips slowly moving against his. You can feel that you are being watched, the sensation only lasts a minute before you feel Stu’s hand on you. He can never only observe you, he always has to join in, at least he starts at an easy pace. His touch seems to have no destination or any real purpose other than to make you relax, and between the lazy tracks his fingers draw and Billy’s unhurried kisses it is working. Moving from your shoulder to brush over your collarbone, barely tracing the curve of your breast with the backs of his knuckles before travelling down your side.

As Stu grips your hip, thumb tracing over the bone, Billy’s tongue finally parts your lips causing you to softly moan into the ongoing kiss. Stu’s fingers are trailing up and down your thigh when he says, “You seriously impressed us earlier.” 

You let out a questioning hum, and that is all that was needed for Stu to continue on, “Really. After you gave us the slip into the back hallways Billy was going on and on while we hunted you down.” 

You break the kiss with a breathless laugh, asking, “Really?” 

Taking this as a cue, Billy’s mouth moved, affection laid down over your jaw and down your neck as he confirms, “Really, I still can’t get over it.” 

“You give suuuuch good chase, getting better all the time.” Stu praises and Billy adds on, “The perfect victim really.” 

God, that sends a thrill through you. They keep it up similarly, Stu insisting, “No one looks better when on the run-” 

Billy is musing with his mouth still against your throat, “And when she screams?” 

A sigh from the blonde, “You are just too fucking good for words, can’t do you justice.” 

Their words are serving to relax and cause you to further melt. You are pleasantly adrift thanks to them, the next question pulls you back closer to Earth, “What do you want us to do next?”

You know just what you need, asking, “Touch me?”

Stu in that totally classic asshole way of his taunts, “We’re already all over you!” 

You whine his name and Billy admonishes his partner in crime, stopping to level a look over to him, “Play nice man, she went above and beyond tonight, she’s more than earned this.”

“I am! I’ll do whatever she wants, she just has to be specific.” Stu explains. 

If that is how he wants to play it, you can do that. You hold eye contact as you state plainly, laying out just what you want, “Make me feel good, be creative, make me cum and cum fucking hard and don’t stop until I’m satisfied.” 

Can’t get more clear than that. 

Stu’s grin practically splits his face, he sing-songs out, “You asked for it.” 

Billy starts to deal with your clothing, Stu helping to strip you bare and give them full access to do just as you requested. Even with the goal clearly laid out, the pair still have fun with it, grabbing greedy handfuls as they expose more and more of you. With the pair of them working in tandem it doesn’t take much to get you naked. Billy is tossing your underwear aside and before the pair of them can start overwhelming you again you say, “You are both way too dressed right now, fix that.” 

“Whatever you say.” Billy says with a shrug, not at all complaining as he takes his shirt off, Stu following suit. Pants come off too, thrown onto the rug, leaving them in just their underwear. You rest your cheek on your hand and struck with an idea and a particular craving you speak up, “You know, you’ve been giving me a lot of attention so far, don’t go neglecting each other now.” 

They know just what you are after, and who are they to deny you? Stu reaches out first, on his knees, leaning closer. Billy’s hands connect, splaying over his ribcage and initiating the kiss. You watch, perfectly content as the pair begin making out in earnest, wandering hands and the slick slide of their lips together serving to work each other up. You just know that anything they do to get each other going is going to be taken out on you, but the view is just too good. Billy has his hands on Stu’s hips as he deepens the kiss, the pace is picking up, getting more heated, and you watch the first pass of their tongues with great interest. Stu is the one to break the kiss, but Billy doesn’t let up, instead his mouth drags down, over his jaw and to his neck. 

The affection laid down makes his head roll back, he breathes out a quiet, “Fuck man-” a half-laugh pairs with a light moan, and he makes eye contact with you. This image right here, is going to be burned into your mind. Your two boys, close enough that you could reach out and touch them, on their knees and mid-passionate make out and Stu’s gaze meeting yours in the heat of the moment. You feel a pulse between your tightening thighs and your bottom lip is caught between your teeth. 

Stu’s hands squeeze Billy to get his attention, and he says, “Think she’s ready for more.” 

The brunette lets up and glances over to you and smiles, “Yeah, she looks like she’s feeling lonely.” 

“Soooo lonely.” You simper and the pair descend upon you. 

Stu kisses you, deeply, full on the mouth. Further, he wraps one arm around you, his hand slides under your arm, cradling you nearer to him as his fingers are able to trace the curve of your breast. The touch is gentle, but it doesn't remain so, it becomes greedier as he closes on your already hard nipple. 

While Stu is busy rolling the taut flesh between his fingers and licking into your waiting mouth, Billy is content to tend to your lower half. He slips his hand between your thighs and the first touch makes your breathing stutter. He is annoyingly good with his hands, and can devastate you with minimal effort. Currently, he is kissing over your hip while his thumb rubs confident circles over your clit, pleasure slides through you like water down a drain. You spread your legs wider, squirming your hips, silently begging for more. Luckily for you, Billy provides, mercifully his touch remains consistent, and the feelings grow. While you are swept up in Stu’s kisses and his hands working over your tits, the thumb on your clit increases the pressure, and then you feel two fingers sink into you as deeply as they can. 

Billy withdraws his fingers halfway before diving them in again, curling them up to that spot he knows like the back of his hand. When the pads of his fingers press upwards your back arches in response, mouth breaking apart from Stu’s as you moan, “Oh God-” 

Stu looks down the length of your body, taking in what Billy is doing with a lewd grin, the praise flows out easily, “Look at you earning the first real moan of the night.” 

“Don’t tell me you want to keep score tonight.” Billy sighs, curling his fingers again and Stu laughs as his ministrations on you pause for the time being, “No, no way. We’ve got much more important things to do than some dumb shit like that.” 

A particular pleasurable pass of his fingers tears an even louder moan from you next, causing Stu to perk up further, “Speaking of!”

Billy agrees readily, “Now that is something worth talking about.” 

“Let’s check in with her, shall we?” Stu asks before looking down at you, “Feeling good?”

Your lips are still parted, you are about to reply when the fingers still gently holding your nipple instead tweak the tender flesh harshly. You nearly yelp in response, earring a laugh from the duo. You whine out, “So fucking mean!” 

“Awe, I know, sorry!” Stu doesn’t sound sorry in the least. Billy’s hand hasn’t broken stride when he speaks up next, “He is so hard on you, but you take it amazingly well.” 

You find your voice, a soft moan before that one word in question, “Yeah?” 

“Oh God yeah, you’ve been blowing us away all fucking night.” Billy praises and then moves his hand harder, the obscene sounds of him fingering your cunt filtering out, loud and wet. “Just listen to her right now!”

“Can’t listen to anything else right now, so loud.” Stu replies before lowering his head, his fingers release your nipple and instead his tongue starts tracing around it making you let out a terribly hot sounding whimper. 

He is right, your moans are just getting louder, increasing in pitch as you are getting closer to release. It’s been only a few short minutes, and you are steadily working towards the edge, unable to shut up as you do. The moans release unbidden, spilling out while you can’t do anything but endure. Your body feels as if it is out of control, helplessly dragged along the rough current of total bliss that they provide, threatening to outright drown you. 

“Oh she’s getting close.” Billy is practically grinning at the sensation of your walls tightening up around his fingers. Stu’s mouth lifts briefly to comment, “Already? It’s been what, all of five minutes?”

“We are just that good.” Billy replies and Stu agrees simply, “Clearly.” 

They really were, you were teetering on the edge of cumming, so fucking close, and they work together help to seal the deal. Billy utters in a sweetly condescending tone, “C’mon, you deserve it.”

Stu piles on, “Yeah you do, and we both want it, almost as bad as you do.” 

They are so right. You do deserve it. You do cum at last and the strength of it makes your whole body shiver, a loud cry ringing out in the mostly empty space around you. Billy works you through it perfectly, drawing out your high as long as he can until you are nearly sobbing out, “St-stop, stop please, I-I need a sec-” 

Thank God he listens, only one more circle around your clit before his fingers slip out, he holds them up to Stu who happily leans in and cleans up your mess with gusto. He moans around Billy’s fingers, tongue rolling between them before they are pulled out with a wet pop. Stu starts to untangle from you as he says, “I gotta get a taste from the source.” 

Billy presses a hand to Stu’s chest as he says, “Are you capable of giving her a minute to recover before you attack her?” 

“No, not without you occupying my very short attention span.” Comes the taunt in response. Billy rolls his eyes fondly before he leans in to kiss him, a hand out to grip him through the thin layer of his underwear. You watch the pair again as they keep each other busy, you bring your breathing back to normal. In a few short minutes, you’ve regained some strength, and they’ve lost what little they had on. 

You are on your back, legs spread and Stu is making himself comfortable between your thighs. Hands on your hips and his mouth coming down to your soaked cunt, his tongue running up through your dripping folds, he runs a trail up from your hole to your clit. You react as if you were shocked, a gasping moan of his name tears out from your throat. He moans against you as he starts to eat you out, putting that stupidly long tongue of his to work. Billy is laying beside you, watching as Stu is winding his tongue around the most sensitive part of you over and over. 

Your eyes are squeezed shut at the moment, breathing already becoming wrecked again and feeling far too good for how l little he has done this far. “It is so hot to watch him work, don’t you think?” Billy asks. You agree without thinking, “Yea-yeahh.”

“How do you know? You aren’t even looking.” He teases, before saying next, “Come on, he is working so hard to make you feel good! The least you can do is look.” 

You know you aren’t going to get out of this. A groan as you make yourself open your eyes, looking down your body to see Stu’s eyes turned up towards you as his mouth works. You feel a pulse of heat shoot up your spine upon making eye contact. He sucks on your clit, and it is a struggle to keep your attention focused on him. “There you go, see what I mean?”

You pant out, “Yeah, I-I get it, fuck-” 

“He makes it look so fucking good, I feel a bit left out.” Billy muses and Stu gestures with his hand, an encouraging wave of his fingers, inviting him down. Billy asks, “You feeling lonely too, hm?”

Stu nods, not stopping his work and that is all the convincing Billy needs. You are adjusted, rolled onto your side, one of Stu’s hands on your inner thigh holding your leg out of the way. He focuses on your clit, flicking over it again and again as Billy sinks down to join. A casual, “Hey.” 

Stu’s laugh vibrates around your clit, quickly responding, “Hey man, glad you could join me.” And getting right back to it with such fervour your head falls back with a passionate moan.

Now most people can easily see the appeal and get behind the idea of a double blow job, but not enough people are as ready to preach for the same when it comes to eating pussy. Logistics are not that big an issue so long as you are willing to get a bit creative. 

While Stu is able to give your clit consistent stimulation, Billy has the rest of the space to play, and fuck does he ever take advantage and play. He runs his tongue around the edges of your soaking wet hole, before starting to dip inside. The pleasure of it steals your breath away. The ecstasy, the heat of their combined mouths, not to mention having their complete focus on just your enjoyment; it is a lot to take. Your face buries in the pillow, you moan incoherently as your fingers twist in the sheets. 

There is this moment, that often happens during a double blow job, no matter who is on the receiving end of it. Whenever you are your knees, with one of them with you to devastate the third party with unending feeling, your mouths have a habit of meeting. It is thoroughly natural, a tongue wanders too far, lips brush and as if magnetized you kiss. A make out mid-blow job is akin to breathing, automatic and hardwired into your DNA. So the two of them doing the same while between your spread legs only makes sense. You are treated to the sounds and added feeling, as they switch between kissing each other and licking and sucking at you. 

You are whispering broken disbelieving praise into the fabric rubbing against your cheek, “Fuck, fuck, so-ohh good-” 

Soon the pair are more focused on you again, Stu is strumming your clit and the edge is slowly creeping up low in your stomach. Before you can truly contend with how quickly this is happening, Billy ramps it up. His tongue is teasing the tight rim of your asshole and Christ alive. You are being catapulted to orgasm in frankly record time. Stu’s tongue winding clockwise on your clit and Billy’s going counter, and you have no idea which to lean into or away from. 

“Shi-shit, M’ close! Don’t stop-” You beg and they listen. The second orgasm of the night sweeps through you, body tense and your knuckles nearly aching from how tightly you are gripping the sheets. They help you ride it out beautifully, don’t stop until your hand comes down to push weakly at Stu’s forehead, “Ease up.” 

The pair of them both listen the first time, which you are mildly shocked by, until their intentions become clear. You’ve already cum twice, are more than warmed up and ready, meaning that it’s time to start putting your holes to work. They start to untangle from you and reposition themselves, talking as they do, Billy says lightly, “She cums so quick, it’s almost embarrassing.” 

Stu retorts, “Right? Lucky for her, we find the whole uselessly pathetic thing hot.” 

“Love how you talk about me like I’m not even here.” You breathe and that earns a laugh from them both. 

“Awe trust me, we know you are here baby.” Stu coos condescendingly, and Billy chirps after, “Just what you’ve got to say is of little consequence of what we want to do.” 

You suppose they have a point. You roll onto your back, legs still spread and Billy is in position, grinding his hard shaft against you. Stu has taken his place up near your head, he is on his knees with his fingers in your hair. Your lips part so your tongue swipes over his tip, and he breathes out your name. As you begin to take him into your mouth, Billy starts to sink into your cunt and the real fun begins. 

It is easy at first, your legs over Billy’s hips as he rocks into you, with a hand around the base of Stu’s shaft as your head bobs up and down. You are doing pretty well, have a good rhythm, until Billy’s hand falls between your legs and his thumb starts to circle your clit again. God, they cannot leave it alone tonight, thoroughly abusing it so totally. You find it hard to keep your movements smooth, your hand starts to falter, and your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. 

Stu asks, “Awe can’t keep up? Billy too good at fucking you dumb, hm?”

He really is. You whine pitifully around the shaft in your mouth, and Billy joins in, “Dunno if I’m that good, or she’s just that easy.” 

It can be both, you think it genuinely might be. Billy gets into such a good rhythm that you can’t even pretend to continue blowing Stu, your lips mouth absently at his head while you just try to hang on. Stu’s hand pats your cheek lightly as he degrades you, “Can’t get your mouth to work right either! C’mon try a little harder.” 

You do try, you honestly do, but it is just so fucking difficult.  Billy pants out, “Prettiest, stupidest slut around, and she’s all ours.” 

You are completely all theirs. No one else’s. 

This position doesn’t last. 

Next up, Stu gets a turn, to make up for your lacklustre blow job you are made to ride him. Billy has his hands on your hips, helping you keep a good pace, until you start getting close that is. Then he has one hand on your throat as he is behind you, whispering in your ear, “Don’t stop, don’t slow down. Cumming is no fucking excuse baby, you gotta keep going. Make him feel good.” 

God that tone, they are both just so fucking smug. 

“I’m tr-try-ing!” You groan, eyes squeezed shut. Your thighs are trembling, you don’t think you can keep this up, Billy sees you slowing down so he helps you out. He squeezes your throat and uses that point of contact to force you up and down, it steals some of your breath, isn’t out right choking but if you kept this up your vision would be going fuzzy around the edges. At last, your third orgasm of the night rips through you and it is incredible. You are gasping for breath when it has run its course. 

You can’t keep this up, much too sensitive and weak, so they take further control. 

Billy finds his release with you on your hands and knees in doggy style, he cums deep in you to the root with your name staining his tongue. He pulls out and when he does, your arms give out, tired body falling onto your stomach. Stu takes back over, forces into your overflowing cunt and uses Billy’s cum as lube. He doesn’t stop until he’s dumped another full load into you, saying beautifully degrading things to you all the while. 

It is like a switch is flipped when it is time for the aftercare. Kisses pressed to your hairline and cheeks, you are relaxed as can be on the mattress. You are partly cleaned up, then wrapped up in their arms. You are totally blissed out as you cuddle, completely spent. It is quiet for a few minutes, until you speak up, “There was talk of dinner earlier?” 

“Ahh, she’s finally hungry.” Stu says with a grin.

“Aren’t you after all that?” Billy asks and Stu concedes, “Duh, of fucking course I am. I’ll wrangle the food, you set it up.” 

They let you go and get up, you lie there and watch them both get their respective tasks done. In a few short minutes, you aren’t alone in bed any longer. Stu has some cold pasta salad from the cooler and a few forks, as well as a few drinks for all of you. You were much more interested in what Billy had done though, he’d set up a projector screen, the portable projector is a gift you’d gotten them a while ago. You didn’t know that he’d packed it, but you should have expected it. The three of you sit on the mattress, close and comfortable, leaning on one another as you start to eat. The movie is one you’d seen before, but who cares about the content when you’ve got such good company. 

It wouldn’t be a date night without a movie. 

You lean up and kiss Stu on the cheek before doing the same to Billy, “I love you both so much, thanks for a seriously amazing romantic getaway.” 

“I told you it was going to be good!” Stu exclaims, and you laugh, “That’s what you have to say? Not I love you too?”

“Figured it was implied.” He said with a shrug. 

You really needed to remember to ask her how she got her hair to be so soft and fluffy all the time. You trailed behind the two as they walked through the door. The music grew louder the farther you walked through the entrance hall. Tatum held the beer packs up with a bright smile. 

"Here, kids!" 

A few of the party goers cheered loudly at the sight. Wanting to feel helpful, you reached down and took one of the bags from Sidney. She said a quick thank you right as the three of you walked into the kitchen. You playfully rolled your eyes and laughed upon seeing Stu, wearing what looked to be a Hugh Hefner robe, holding a beer bong for a kid you recognized from school. 

"Oh, that's mature," Tatum stated as she put the beer down on the island. 

At the sound of her voice, Stu finished the can he was holding and turned towards your small group. He grinned brilliantly at Tatum, but his widened in shock at the outfit hugging your body. He was quick to shake him out of the dumbed stupor before anyone caught his staring. 

"You're tardy for the party, so we started without you," he said before high fiving the other teen. "Oh, my man!" 

You kept your eyes downward and helped Sidney set up the bags of chips, but you couldn't shake the feeling of someone's eyes on you. A quick glance had you looking back down after catching Stu's blue eyes. Once he left, you sighed in relief. 

Sidney, who thought you were just uncomfortable with the amount of people, took a hold of your arm and pulled you back through the hall. 

"Let's go see what movies Randy brought, hmm?" 

Your hair bounced as you nodded and followed her down into the main couch. Thankfully, Sidney took the spot right next to Randy. You leaned forward and grabbed the closest stack of movies on the small table in front of you. A frown tugged at your lips when you noticed none of the movies there were the ones you picked out. 

Before you could complain, Stu grabbed the ones off you lap and handed you the more familiar stack and a cold bottle of coke. At the sight of the non-alcoholic drink, you pouted up at him which he mirrored almost instantly. 

"Don't make that face, Babycakes. We ran out of cold beer right before you arrived," he said, draping himself across the back of the couch. 

"Oh." 

On the other side of Sidney, Randy made a face at his stack of movies. 

"How may Evil Dead's? One? Two? How many Hellraisers'?" he questioned. 

Stu pointed over at Tatum, who had since sat down to your right. "Hellraiser right here." 

Tatum's head tipped back in a loud laugh while you giggled into your hand. Like Randy, Sidney also made a face as she shuffled the tapes she held. 

"The Fog, Terror Train, Prom Night. How come Jamie Lee Curtis is in all of these movies?"

"She's the Scream Queen!" Randy proclaimed rather loudly. 

"With a set of lungs like that she should be," Stu responded. 

Tatum turned to you with a knowing look. "Tits. See?" 

You nodded. "She does have a nice pair." 

A knock at the door had everyone turning around to face the front. 

"Oh, I'll get it," Stu said before standing up to his full height but not before twirling a piece of Tatum's blond hair around his finger. "Hey Tate, grab another beer, will ya? The cold ones are out in the garage." 

"What am I, the beer wench?" she scoffed. 

"I can go get them, Tatum," you offered already pushing yourself up, but she shook her head and softly pushed you back into the couch. 

"Nah, I got it. You want one?" 

"Please." 

You gave her a smile before turning back to face the TV. To your left, Randy and Sidney were still having their own little conversation about Jamie Lee Curtis. 

"She was nominated for Terror Train," he said while scooching in closer to Sidney's side. 

"Oh, yeah?" she questioned. 

Randy was not subtle in the slightest. You didn't know if Billy was going to show up, but you'd hate for something to go down between the two of them if Billy saw how Randy was trying to flirt with Sidney while knowing they hadn't broken up. You craned your neck back towards the front door in time to see Stu slide back into the living room. 

"You'll never believe who's here!" he addressed the crowd. "It's that chic from Top Story!" 

In tandem, you, Tatum, and Sidney all groaned and gave each other an annoyed look. To not be stuck in the same room as Gale, the three of you stood. Sidney skirted around the couch and stood to the side while you and Tatum stayed next to the couch. You could have rolled your eyes as Dewey waltzed the reporter through the throng of teens. 

"Dewey?" Tatum beckoned him with a curling finger. 

He simply waved and said, "Hi!" 

Tatum shook her head slowly. "Dewey?" She curled her finger again. 

This time, Dewey walked over. 

"What is she doing here?" you hissed, looking over his shoulder at the older woman. 

"She's with me!" he replied brightly and not picking up that Gale was a problem. "I'm just checking things out." 

"So you did," Tatum said with a tight smile and lidded eyes. "Now leave and take your media mouth with you." 

Still behind the couch with you and Tatum, Randy stood there gobsmacked. He blinked rapidly before tensing as though he just remembered something important. 

"I need a camera," he whispered to himself. 

Tatum turned to you. "I'm gonna go down to the garage. B-R-B." 

With your blonde friend gone, you let your eyes wander around the room. In one corner, it seemed like Dewey and Sidney were in the middle of a serious conversation. That wasn't something you were going to get in the middle of, so you made yourself scarce and walked back into the kitchen. 

You'd been over to Stu's countless times, which helped you know exactly where his parents kept the bowls in the cabinets. Your tongue rested on your lip as you reached up for the top shelf. Your shirt, already cropped, stretched along your stomach and rose to almost below your bra line. Any further and the lace would have been peeking out. 

You softly cursed under your breath. In trying to reach the bowl, your fingers accidentally pushed it back further. You thought about giving up, but the rumble of your stomach and the want for a few chips had you back on your tiptoes. Just as you were about to touch the ceramic, a large hand grabbed the one you were wanting. You smiled softly and bent your head when a joining hand splayed across your stomach, chest pressed against your back. 

"Stu, I wanted that," you told him. 

Paying no mind to you, his soft lips pressed against the base of your neck. His fingers trailed upwards, pushing your shirt slightly out of the way. Each breath he took pressed his front further into you. 

"Gosh, you're so touchy when you're drunk," you muttered. 

Stu's head snapped up next to your cheek. "I'm not drunk, lover. You're just very magnetizing."

You turned around in his arms, and your neck craned so you could look him in the eyes. 

"Ha, ha, very funny." 

In this position, you realized your lips were dangerously close to his. His nose flared with each inhale and exhale, the hot air hitting your face. Stu's head tilted down ever so slightly that you could have mistaken it for you imagining things. Before he could dip any farther down, the clock from the hall rang with the hour and signaled that curfew was soon. 

"I better get my chips before you kick me out," you whispered with a smirk. 

Without waiting for his reaction, you grabbed the bowl and a bag of chips on your way out and back into the living room. Thankfully Randy was gone, leaving the whole couch to yourself. From near the front door, Stu was loudly saying his goodbyes to your classmates that actually wanted to obey the town curfew. You on the other hand were planning to stay until you watched at least one movie you picked out. 

"Happy curfew!" Stu said as a teen clapped him on the shoulder. 

"Nice party, Stu." 

"Yeah, thanks for hosting!" 

A few feet away, Sidney was walking backward toward the door, eyes scanning around the house. 

"Tatum! Come on!" 

When the blonde failed to show, she turned around to face her tallest friend. 

"Do you know where she is?" she asked. 

Stu, having put his arms weirdly through his robe, simply shrugged. "No, haven't seen her." 

"Ah!" 

Sidney jumped at the sudden noise and tensed, only slightly relaxing when Billy rounded the corner and paused in the doorway. Stu's eyes alighted with mischief at the sight of the male. Sidney gave her boyfriend a tight smile. 

"Oh. Billy . . . hey." 

Stu rubbed at his lip. "Mmm. Billy, what are you doing here?" He asked it in such a tone that gave everything away; he knew exactly what Billy was doing at his house. 

"I was hoping to talk to Sidney alone.," Billy answered, looking up at the blond through his bangs. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his blue jacket. 

"You know if Tatum sees you, she'll draw blood," Sidney warned. 

"You know—" Stu began to rock on his feet. "Why don't you guys go up to my parents' bedroom. You guys can . . . talk, whatever." 

Billy pushed a loud exhale though his nose. "Subtlety, St. You should look it up." 

Sidney shook her head softly. "No, it's ok; we need to talk." She turned and headed up the stairs. 

On his way through the door, Billy reached out and hit Stu. The taller folded in on himself where the touch had landed. Randy took this moment to slip up to Stu's side. His green eyes flickered with envy at the sight of the trailing couple. 

"What's Leatherface doing here?" 

"Cutie came to make up." 

"There goes my chance with Sid. Damn it!" Randy groaned. 

"As if." 

"What?" 

"That's all I'm sayin' . . . as if," Stu repeated himself before closing the door fully. 

Randy turned slightly. "Oh really, Alicia?" 

In response, Stu pushed two fingers in Randy's face with a shit-eating grin before sauntering toward the living room where he knew you'd be. 

"As if," Randy scoffed. "I'm going to check on them." 

Stu was close to the living room when a body collided right into him. His hands darted out and held onto their shoulders, drawing out a hiss from their mouths. 

"Stu, ouch, ouch, ouch, the cuts," you pushed out through the pain. 

Immediately his hands were off of you, choosing to hover instead. He internally cursed himself for forgetting about the plethora of cuts that were probably hiding under your shirt, which had somehow become damp and almost see through since he'd seen you in the kitchen. 

Looking up at him, you knew what he was going to ask. 

"Someone wasn't watching and tripped on the couch. I just happened to be right where their drink landed," you huffed, looking back toward the scene of the crime. "I better get home. I don't want to be wet and sticky for the rest of the night—" 

"No, no, no." Stu stopped you with a pout. "Just go upstairs and grab something of mine. Can't have my girl leaving early." 

You contemplated his offer. On one hand, it was getting late, and Randy had already started one of the movies he had picked—something that you weren't in the mood to watch. On the other . . . you wouldn't have to go back to an empty house. Plus with the promise of raiding Stu's sweater collection, you were sold the moment he suggested the plan. 

"Sure. Why not?" you said. 

Stu gestured to the staircase. "First door on the right, gorgeous. Shirts are in the drawers; sweaters in the closet." 

"Thanks." 

The stairs creaked under your feet as you bounded up to the second floor. You were quick to find Stu's room with the open door, which you closed after you stepped through. Wanting out of the shirt as fast as possible, you tugged the offending item of clothing over your head. The shirt was flung on the ground, forgotten. Your eyes flitted around the room. 

Thankfully, Stu wasn't messy at all. There were no clothes strewn on the carpet, and his bed was perfectly made. The sight had your eyebrows raising, because if you were being honest, you never made the time to make your own bed. You startled out of your staring when someone downstairs yelled something that traveled through the floors. 

You had spent enough time ogling his bed when you should have been looking through his closet for something to wear. You're pretty sure you touched each article of clothing in his closet before you huffed out loud. 

"He said there'd be sweaters," you grumbled under your breath when there weren't any sweaters to be found. 

Wanting to give up, you hung your head and sighed loudly. However, a sliver of gray material caught your eye. 

"Aha!" 

It was the sweater Stu had worn yesterday at the fountain. You knelt to the floor, knees pressing into the carpet for you to grab it. But a glint of white, just past the sweater, had you pausing and your breath hitching. In the dark under the hanging clothes staring right back at you, almost as if to mock you, was that damned mask. 

Every thought from earlier in the classroom came rushing back, leaving you breathless. 

Stu was one of the killers. 

Stu was one of the killers. 

Stu was one of the— 

"Baby, you doin' okay in there?" Stu's voice sounded through the door with a knock. 

You swallowed, grabbed the sweater, stood, and pulled the sweater over your head. 

"Yeah," you managed to choke out. "Yeah, I'm done." 

At your word, the door creaked open, revealing an un-robed Stu left in a cream sweater stretched across his lanky body. You watched his Adam's apple bob as he looked at you with awe. You were frozen to your spot, and Stu took the opportunity to walk right up to you. His fingers reached out through trembles and grabbed the hem of the sweater. 

You heard him gulp thickly. 

"Wow," he breathed. "If I had known how'd you look in my clothes, I would have offered them to you sooner, sweet thing." 

"Stu," you said, equally intimidated and thrilled at his praise. 

He took a step forward, forehead connecting with yours. He remembered to place his hands right on your hips where he knew no cuts were hidden underneath. You inhaled sharply, but this time not in pain. 

"Please," he whispered right against your lips. 

"Tatum—" 

"Sshhh. We broke up." 

Your brows furrowed. "What?" 

Stu shook his head. "She wasn't you. So, Babydoll, please." 

With his pleading, you were a weak, weak woman. Your hand slowly lifted until your finger was wrapped around his necklace; you gave the jewelry a small tug down and towards yourself. His head followed like an obedient dog on a leash.

You didn't say anything in response and let your lips do the talking instead. A sigh rushed through your nose at the feeling of his lips finally on yours like some type of promise coming true. 

Stu groaned, almost as if he had been waiting all his life to kiss you. His hands flexed against your hips as he drew you in even closer to the point of contact. Your left hand gripped a handful of soft material against his back while your right made its way up to sink into his hair. You tugged lightly when he gently bit your bottom lip. 

The reaction was instantaneous. The sound he made—close to a whimper—sent warm shivers down your spine. His head tilted slightly, lips pushing against yours in sweet desperation like a parched man drinking water. This was a kiss of heavy want, and you were feeling every aspect of it. 

Keeping his lips on yours, Stu began to walk forward, forcing you back until your knees hit the edge of the bed. Your lungs burned as he pushed you down onto the duvet. You were immediately enveloped in his scent. Without much oxygen, your head began to spin, allowing you to part for a moment to push yourself further up the bed. 

Your chest heaved against his; pants escaped through your mouth in attempts to draw in as much air before he dipped back down. Now having you flat against him, Stu took the opportunity to stick his hands up your—his sweater; the thought of you in his clothes drove him insane to the point of trying to find release. 

His knee dug into the mattress next to your thigh, hips griding into yours. The sounds escaping from your mouth had him questioning if he had gone straight to Heaven. He smirked against your lips before trailing wet, open mouth kisses down your neck. 

"That's it, Angel," he praised against your skin. "Keep singing for me." 

"Stu, I—" 

He cut you off again with his mouth against yours once more. He groaned when you bit down in retaliation, using the chance to slip his tongue between your teeth. The feeling had you melting further down and pressing up into him at the same time. His weight across your front was the most delicious feeling you'd ever felt. Stu's wandering hands trailed your stomach and down to the edge of your pants. 

His fingers had just brushed right under the hem when someone knocked on the door. Stu's head snapped up and turned toward the door. 

"Yeah?" he gasped. 

"We're out of beer, and the movie's just starting!" 

"Uh, give me just a sec." 

You held your breath until the retreating footsteps disappeared back down the stairs. Once he couldn't hear them anymore, Stu faceplanted right into your boobs, causing you to erupt in a giggle. 

The moment between you had been popped like a balloon. 

Your hand that was still in his hair trailed down to his chest and pushed him up so you could sit up. One of Stu's legs stuck out to hold him up while his other was still pushed into the bed. The angle had your face right next to his after you straightened the sweater back to its place. You leaned forward and planted a quick kiss to his lips, not giving him the time to reciprocate again. You smiled as you patted his chest. 

"Your guests await, hot stuff," you said before pushing yourself off the bed. "I better get down there and act like you didn't just rock my world, yeah?" 

Stu nodded. "If you thought that was me 'rocking your world,' you better wait, sweetness." 

You stuck your tongue out at him. "Just don't take too long. Randy might just get to me first." Your hand wrapped around the bedroom door handle. 

"If he knows what's good for him, he won't," he scoffed. "Get downstairs before you start something you can't finish." 

Stu listened to your giggles in return until you went back down the stairs, disappearing into the crowd of late-stayers. The smile he had on his face dropped, and his eyes trailed over to his closet. 

He knew that the sweater you were wearing was right in front of the mask, and yet, you hadn't said anything. Standing from the bed, he walked over and knelt where you had. His long arm reached out, fingers gripping the familiar mask. His chuckled deeply at the sight before standing back up. He eyed the dresser drawer that homed the black robes and bowie knife. 

The clock struck on the hour again. By now, his Billy should be finishing up talking to Sidney. The end of their discussion would be his moment of action. 

A sickening smile full of teeth stretched across his face. 

i think i've had different takes on this in the past, but they would not be good caregivers😭

Billy takes it too seriously and Stu doesn't take it serious enough. and sometimes they fight about it and it makes them look soooo stupid ohmygod 🙄

should they be letting their little one watch horror movies with them? debatable. but you love hanging with your dads !! and you feel so comfy cozy watching these movies. surely it would be more cruel not to let you, right? :(

speaking of watching things !! they'd both be down with certain cartoons, but Billy gets so bitchy about super "childish" ones 🙄i'm sure once he realizes how upset you get about the teasing that he'll eventually stop, though. it's not like he likes seeing you sad because of him . . .

will brush your teeth for you, especially if you get fussy about it !! man, they are NOT dealing with you getting all pouty. if you're gonna act like that, they're just going to do it themselves.

Billy would looooove to help you pick out clothes and/or dress you :3 I know usually I'd give Stu the sort of "fashionista" role, but i just don't think he'd dress you as cute !! Billy is totally obsessed with appearances, and wants his cutie to be the bestest dressed they can possibly be eeeek. he's sooo sweet sometimes god i cant get over him

Stu however is the most likely of the two to give you one of his articles of clothing to wear !! you love wearing dad's sweaters, or his robe, or whatever else he hands off to you.

they both love if you get supe rambley and excited when you're small !! Stu will even try to be quieter himself to let you talk more :3

but if you're semi or non verbal when you regress !! that's okay too !! Billy doesn't mind at all if you go quiet, as long as you have a way of letting them know how you're feeling. he hates guessing that shit.

they both like how you get extra clingy when you're small !! Billy feels like such a strong, dependable protector. this feeling goes straight to his head. he's insufferable.

lots & lots of cuddles with these two !!! 😆

Billy is super organized with any of your little gear (blankies, stuffies, pacis or bottles if you use them :3)

imagine . . .

But when one of the older boys pushed you into the dirt one day, with your new dress, which he knew was new because he's never seen you wear it before and you told him so and were so happy about it, it was over. He didn't care that the boy was older than him, and slightly taller, he threw himself at the boy and a fight broke loose. The teacher pulled them apart. Stu was dirty but he didn't care. All he cared for was you. So once the teacher's were done with their chiding he ran to look for you. He didn't have to go very far as you were waiting for him. He thought you would snap at him but you gave him the biggest hug you could. Stu didn't know it yet but his heart skipped a beat and would do so ever since when you hugged him. Ever since then the two of you have been inseparable. He still annoyed you during classes but now you knew that he didn't mean bad by it and always had a smart comeback to his weird questions. No one could come between the two of you. 

Or so you thought. Once you two entered middle school Stu met a new friend. His name was Billy. Suddenly Stu spent every minute with him. You hated it. You tried confronting Stu but he said that you made stuff up. Of course it hurt but maybe he was right? You gave him some space, which seemed to work in your favour as you made some other friends along the way. Girl friends, which you really didn't have before. Stu hated to see that. He was supposed to be your best friend. Suddenly he kept inviting you over again, so much so that you didn't spend so much time with your girl friends anymore. You tried to make time for them but it wasn't nearly enough. Most of them didn't want to hang out with you anymore. The only real girl friend you had was Tatum. She had a lot of friends so she never minded when you didn't have time, but she was also happy when you did. 

The other down side with Stu inviting you over again was that Billy was there as well. You still didn't like him the first few times you came around. It wasn't like he was unfriendly or anything, just the fact that he stole your best friend. Stu must have talked to Billy cause the boy always made sure to be at his best behaviour around you. Making sure you started to like him. You don't really remember how it happened but suddenly it wasn't just you and Stu anymore but you, Stu and Billy. You really grew fond of Billy, you even developed a little crush on the boy at one point. Of course you never told him or Stu, for many reasons. One because you knew he didn't feel the same and two Stu would make fun of you. You also didn't want to ruin your little friend group. So you ignored it, which worked very well.

Until the summer before you guys started High School. You guys were 15 and at the Lake in the woods. You had bought a new bikini for the occasion. Stu's eyes widened as you took off your summer dress to reveal the new swimwear you bought. He was checking you out, and when he noticed his swim trunks getting tighter, he jumped into the lake immediately. He didn't care that it was cold as hell, on the contrary it helped him. When he came back up to the surface he heard your laugh and gave you his usual wide grin in return. He also noticed Billy checking you out, more subtle than him. He felt a little jealous but shook his head. That was silly. 

You guys had an amazing day at the lake, several water fights and dunking each other, the previous thoughts all gone. It was late but the sun was still up. You were dry again and laughing with your boys. You don't know how it came up but they were telling you about their first kisses. To be honest you felt a little jealous but you thought that was because you didn't have your first kiss yet. It was a little embarrassing really, though you knew there was nothing wrong with it but you kind of felt left out of a secret club, that your best friends already joined without you. You had gotten really quiet as Stu tells the story of how he had "a real makeout session" with Stacy from your Math class. Billy noticed your lack of attention and nudged you softly, asking you what's wrong with you. That also got Stu's attention. Your face grew hot as now both Stu and Billy were looking at you. You averted your gaze and told them that you didn't have your first kiss yet. Billy shrugged his shoulders.

"That's not that bad. It's not like it's a big deal." 

But that didn't really convince you. 

"If it bothers you so much one of us could kiss ya." That got your attention and you looked at Stu. 

"You are making fun of me!" 

"Babes you know I would never!"

You just raise an eyebrow at that. 

"Fine I do. But not right now. I am dead serious! Cross my heart!" He was doing the cross over his heart trying to look serious, but his eyes were full of mischief. You looked over to Billy. 

"I mean… he is not wrong. If you really wanna."

That took you even more by surprise. You thought Billy would try to talk Stu out of it but you were wrong. He was also thinking this idea was great. You contemplated it. What would be the harm right? It's just a kiss. It's not like that would change anything. Right? Right. 

"Alright."

"Really?" Stu asked, his face lit up like a childs on christmas. 

"Yeah. I mean it's just a kiss right?"

"Yeah nothing special about it." Billy said.

"So who do you want to be your first?" Stu wiggled his eyebrows. 

Your face grew hot again. Of course they were both attractive. And you had a crush on Billy once. But Stu was your best friend, you knew him longer. This gave you anxiety already. You didn't want it to be awkward with either one of them. But you also wanted this to be over. And who knows how much longer you'd have to go without kissing. You didn't want to be a bloody amateur when you got your first boyfriend.

So you decided. You stood up only to sit down right in front of Stu, who gave you a big smile. Little did you know that jealousy bubbled up in Billy at that. Though he didn't know who he was more jealous of, you or Stu. He shook his head.

"What do I do with my hands?"

"Whatever you want. You can put them around my neck or one on my face. Or you can just leave them at your side. Though that would be kinda awkward."

You nodded and so you shyly put your hands on Stu's shoulders, softly gripping them.

Your nerves were acting up as Stu slowly scooted a little closer and his face was inches from your own. You closed your eyes as you felt your lips connect. His lips were a little chapped but it didn't feel unpleasant. Then he started to move his lips, you tried to copy his movements. It wasn't perfect by any means, even a little sloppy, but you actually enjoyed yourself. You were clinging to Stu as he somehow managed to slip his tongue into your mouth and you let out a little squeak, feeling Stu grin against your lips. All too soon he broke the kiss. With your eyes still closed you tried to follow his lips. Stu let out a chuckle at that and you could hear Billy clear his throat. That snapped you out of your little trance, your face incredibly hot. You looked over to Billy.

"Wanna show me what you learned?" 

Your eyes widened a little at that but you nodded nonetheless. He switched places with Stu real quick, Stu taking off his hands from your hips which you didn't even know were there. You already missed them. But they were replaced with Billy's. A little smaller than Stu's, but just as pleasantly warm. You wrapped your arms around his neck and Billy grinned, squeezing your hips a little.

"Ready?"

You nodded, smiling. Closing your eyes again as he closed the space between you two and his lips met yours. His lips were softer than Stu's, the kiss already feeling different than Stu's too. Less sloppy, as if Billy really knew what he was doing. He was easily dominating that kiss. You could really get used to kissing them. Scraping together every ounce of confidence you had you let your tongue slip inside his mouth, teasing his tongue with yours, just like you felt Stu do to you just moments ago. You could feel Billy letting out a soft sigh. Unbeknownst to you Stu was watching you two like a hawk. He wished he could join the two of you. You were getting a little lost in the feeling, your heart beating out of your chest. But Billy decided that this was long enough and broke the kiss. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked at Billy, his eyes never sucked you in more.

"I think you will be good now."

"Yeah, your future boyfriend will be really lucky." There was a slight edge to Stu's voice. But you couldn't figure out why. 

After that, conversation resumed as normal and you were convinced that was the end of that. And it was. Nothing seemed to have changed and after the summer you guys went to highschool. Still the best of friends. Both Billy and Stu started dating a few girls here and there during that time. And even you went on a few dates but you were never really in love with them. They always seemed to have a problem with how close you were with Billy and Stu. More often than not they cheered you up after another guy dumped you. You were very grateful for that. You of course were there for them too. Stu being dumped by Casey Becker was really hard on him. You had a sleepover with him the whole weekend, with Billy showing up as well in the middle of the night. As much as Stu was upset it was one of the best weekends in a long time. You guys were watching movies all night, stuffing your face with Junk Food and sweets, and talking a lot. It felt like you grew closer to them again. While you guys were sleeping you were squished between them, Stu in front of you and Billy pressed against your back. It made you feel all warm inside and you realised that you might be feeling more for your best friends than you were supposed to. You knew nothing would happen so you were just happy with what you've got.

Now it was your 18th Birthday. Initially you just wanted a chill day, maybe going to eat some pizza with your boys but Stu had a different idea. And so you were at his house, which was full of people. You were convinced Stu invited the whole school. Both Billy's and Stu's 18th birthdays were a few months ago but they didn't have this big of a party, you think. You were making your way to the couch, people wishing you a happy birthday left and right. Finally you could join Tatum and Sydney on the sofa letting out a big sigh.

"Stu really went all out for you huh?"

"Yeah. I think it's a bit much but I couldn't say no to him when he looked at me with his big puppy eyes and his stupid grin."

"So when are you going to tell him you are in love with him?"

You choked on your own saliva at that. 

"I am not in love with him."

"Sure, keep telling yourself that."

"You know I am pretty sure you are not supposed to tease the birthday girl on her birthday."

Tatum rolled her eyes playfully. 

"Whatever."

You continued talking with the two girls when suddenly Stu plopped down next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

"You having fun, pretty girl?"

You gave him a soft smile.

"Yeah. Thanks again for the party. But you know I would have been fine with it just being a chill night with you guys and some drinks maybe and a cake. By the way, why is there no cake?" You were pouting a little. The cake was always the best thing about birthdays.

Stu laughed at that.

"Don't worry. Billy is bringing the cake. And no he didn't bake it. That would go horribly." You giggled and softly hit his chest.

"I think you are confusing his baking abilities with your own."

He looked at you in fake shock.

"I am a fantastic baker, just so you know."

"Mhmh yeah and that time you let the cookies burn that were supposed to be sold at the baking sale two years ago was totally intentional."

"Totally!" You two laughed again.

A few moments later Billy came in with the cake. They lit the candles and everyone began to sing Happy Birthday to you. You hated every second of it, not knowing what to do with yourself besides standing there. Both Billy and Stu grinning, they knew you hated this kind of attention on yourself. You were relieved when you finally could blow out the candle and everyone got a piece of cake, including you. 

Billy came over to you, hugging you close. 

"Happy Birthday sweetheart."

"Thanks Billy." You always enjoyed his hugs. Other than Stu, Billy wasn't much of a hugger, so his hugs were a tad more special. Not that you disliked Stu's hugs though. Speaking of Stu, he couldn't stand being left out and so he wrapped you and Billy in a big bear hug.

"I love you guys so much!"

"How much did you have to drink already?" You were giggling. Billy, not so amused, nudged Stu rather harshly with his elbow, so Stu let go of you. 

After finishing your cake, and drinking another beer, you went dancing with your girl friends. You weren't much of a dancer usually but it's your birthday and maybe you should let a little loose here and there. So that's what you did. Soon after you felt a pair of hands on your hips, pulling you close to a hard chest. You were about to tell the person off but you recognised Stu's cologne instantly. Relaxing, you continued dancing. Getting bolder you started to dance more suggestively, swaying your hips more, going down almost to your knees and back up. When you were back up, Stu turned you around. Your arms flew around his neck, smiling up at him. You couldn't quite pin the look in his eyes but you didn't care. You craved his lips on yours. Your eyes flicked down to them and you could see them forming a lazy grin, his tongue poking out to wet them. You were mesmerised by the movement, your own lips parting slightly, making Stu's eyes flick down to then. His eyes became more hooded and his face inched closer. Your eyes were fluttering close, his breath fanning over your face, the smell of beer, which you would normally find disgusting was invading your senses paired with Stu's own intoxicating smell. The anticipation was slowly killing you. You could already feel his lips brush yours when suddenly Stu was janked back making you stumble.

You blinked your eyes open and saw him with a group of guys hollering and throwing shots back. You let out a huff, disappointment settling in. Without looking at him again you pushed past the group and went into the kitchen to get another drink. In the kitchen you found some people making out, blocking you from the counter with the drinks. Groaning, you took a bottle of water and went back to the living room. You could see Stu, he was still with the same group of guys, laughing and dancing. You just shook your head, plopping down on the couch. Your sour mood didn't last long as some Tatum pulled you up by the arms again and started dancing with you. The little incident between you and Stu soon forgotten

Some time around 1 o'clock in the morning when the last person left, you were helping Stu clean up. Billy was also there though really you were the only one cleaning up. The two boys were on the couch talking quietly amongst each other. After you finished the kitchen, you decided that the rest could be done tomorrow. Well technically today. 

You plopped down between them, not noticing the look they shared. 

"You had a great time today?" It was Billy asking you.

You nodded, smiling.

"I normally don't like big parties like that."

"But?" It was Stu's turn to ask.

"But … this was amazing. Thank you again." You put your palm against Stu's cheek, smiling softly at him. Realising how close you were to him, it reminded you of the situation earlier, making your face heat up. You had to look away, opting to look over at Billy. Which was a mistake. He gave you the same intense look you had seen on Stu earlier. You cleared your throat a little, looking away. You felt two fingers softly gripping your chin, turning your face towards Billy again, who was so much closer to you now. Your breath got caught in your throat. You were about to ask him what's wrong but before you could even form one word, Billy's lips were on you, soft yet firm. You were shocked but not in a bad way. Your eyes fluttered close and you were melting against Billy. Completely forgetting that Stu was right behind you. Billy's lips moved against yours with determination, his tongue slipping inside your mouth soon after. You were so lost in the kiss that you at first didn't notice that Stu began to pepper your neck with kisses. Only when he started to suck a mark onto your soft skin did you realise, letting out a breathy moan, leaning against Stu now.

Billy parted from you, making you almost whine. He grinned at that,  taking a quick look at you. Your eyes were closed, now biting your lip as Stu still worked on the one side of your neck. Your eyebrows were pulled together in pleasure. You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, even more so when Billy began to kiss the other side of your neck. One of Stu's hands creeping you to one of your boobs, groping and squeezing the soft flesh. A breathy moan left you. The both of them were driving you wild. You were gripping at Billy's shirt, making him bite into your neck. One of his hands was working on your pants, slipping a hand inside of them once it was opened. His hand dipped into your panties and he let out a pleased hum.

"My my, already drenched and we barely did anything to you yet sweetheart. 'S that all for us?" Billy spoke against your neck, leaving goosebumps. 

You quickly nodded your head, a breathy "Yes" left your lips. You could feel Stu grinning against your neck. 

Billy slowly dragged a finger through your wet folds, making you squirm in Stu's grip. After a little more of this teasing, having coated his fingers in your juice, Billy slipped one of his fingers inside of your dripping hole. Your mouth opened in a silent moan,  Stu's hand grabbing your boob harder. Billy began to slowly fuck you open with his finger. Your head fell against Stu, one arm behind you, around Stu's neck, gripping him at the nape of his neck, the other hand still fisting Billy's shirt. You tried to muffle your moans, which soon flew out of the window as Billy added a second finger soon after. You had sex before but those guys never fingered you. Heck even the sex with them was nothing compared to what Billy could do to you with his two fingers. You wondered, if this is how good his fingers could make you feel, how amazing must it feel to be really fucked by him. 

Billy's intense gaze never left your face as he fucked you with his fingers, his pants were growing tighter by the minute, he knew Stu was in much the same position. Billy started scissoring his fingers, his thumb soon joining in to play with your clit. You started withering, but lucky for you and Billy, Stu had a tight grip on you. He had resumed sucking hickey's onto your neck. 

"I always knew you were tight. But fuck this is even better than I imagined. Can't wait to stuff you full with my dick." 

Billy's words only made you more wet, if that was even possible. Even with your pants still on you could hear the squelching sound your pussy made, feeling Stu's hard dick press into your lower back told you he liked what he was hearing too. Your skin felt so hot, one could think you had a fever, a soft sheen of sweat on your forehead and your cleavage formed. Stu wanted nothing more than to lick it off of the swell of your boobs. 

Suddenly Billy removed his fingers, making you whine in protest. Both boys chuckled at that. 

"What's the problem, pretty girl?" Stu's tone was mocking, but it only made you hornier. You didn't dare speak.

"Cat's got your tongue?" Billy's voice didn't sound any less taunting. You looked at them both pleadingly. Billy pulled his hand out of your pants, ready to lick his fingers clean, but Stu stopped him, gripping Billy's wrist. Stu leaned forward and closed his mouth around Billy's fingers, holding eye contact with the other one. Billy let out an audible breath through his nose. Your mouth dropped open as you watched the two. It made you realise that this was definitely not the first time these two have fooled around. You felt a bit honoured that they felt comfortable enough to show you this. Once Stu seemed satisfied he popped Billy's fingers out of his mouth, making a show of licking his lips. 

"Delicious." He kept grinning. Billy gave you a quick glance, before his eyes locked back onto Stu. He gripped the boy's shirt and pulled him closer, making you fall a little to the side, as their lips connected. You could see that it was all tongues and teeth, both of them groaning. Billy could taste you on Stu's tongue and it was driving him crazy. They parted and you could see a string of saliva connecting them. They grinned at each other, then their gaze turned back to you, making you feel even hotter than before. Their look was almost predatory, making you gulp. In a matter of seconds they removed your clothes and you were back against Stu's chest, sitting almost at the edge of the couch. Billy was sitting in front of you, having a perfect view at your glistening folds. 

"Damn, Stu wish you could see this. Most perfect little pussy I have ever seen." Billy couldn't take his eyes off of it. You were squirming under Billy's gaze.

"Please Billy."

"Did ya hear that Billy? I think our precious girl wants something." You looked up at Stu, pleading with your eyes.

"I did hear. Though I am not sure what exactly it is that you want. Tell us Princess. Don't be shy."

"Yeah, don't be shy now."

You swallowed, grabbing onto every ounce of confidence and self control you still owned. 

"Could you please put your mouth on my pussy Billy?" Your voice came out weaker than anticipated. You were afraid he didn't hear you, making you repeat yourself. But he did.

"Aw, of course, pretty girl. Can't leave the birthday girl hanging now, can I?"

You shook your head fast. Billy gave you one last grin, before diving in. Your hands gripped onto his hair in seconds. You always knew his mouth was good but this exceeded your expectations. You didn't care if your moans sounded pathetic, you only knew how good it felt having Billy suck on your clit, having two of his fingers in your pussy again. You were basically grinding against him, one of his hands squeezing your thigh. That would definitely leave a bruise you were sure, but you didn't mind in the slightest. Stu turned your face to the side so he could kiss you. Moaning against his lips as you could feel Billy switching it up, his thumb now rubbing your clit as his tongue was deep inside of you. 

Stu on the other hand was kissing you like his life depended on it. There was nothing of the uncertainty he had when you guys first shared your first kiss. But still sloppy, in a different kind of way. His tongue was massaging yours, one of his hands on your boobs again, toying with your nipples. He was biting your lip, almost drawing blood, making you squeal. 

Billy was looking up, groaning at seeing the two of you kiss. Your grip on his hair getting tighter by the second and he could feel your gummy walls clamping around his tongue. He began to lick and suck at your harsher. He desperately wanted to see you fall apart for him and Stu. You had to part from Stu with a gasp, breathing in deep. Stu pulled at your bottom lip. Your eyebrows were creased together. You were so close. Looking down at Billy you swore his eyes were glinting. He knew you were going to come, you could tell. Your lips were swollen, from the kiss with Stu, who was still playing with your nipples. Pulling and squeezing and twisting, the pain of it so pleasurable. This, paired with Billy's relentless mouth on your dripping pussy, seriously you were sure you would be dripping on the floor, wouldn't it be for Billy sucking it all up, were enough to send you flying over the edge. A high pitched moan left your lips, your thighs clamping around Billy's head, your hips lifting off of the edge of the sofa as your orgasm crashed through you. It has never felt so intense before. Stu was holding you close as Billy helped you ride out every last drop of your pleasure. 

Stu softly pecked the side of your head when you finally calmed down. Billy didn't waste a drop of your juice and you had to push his head away from you, releasing him from between your thighs. His chin and lips were wet from your arousal. His eyes almost black. He made a show of licking his lips and you could feel Stu shuffling behind you. 

Billy was the first to speak. "You ok sweetheart?"

You nodded. "I'm fucking fantastic." He gave you a cheeky grin. 

"Do you wanna continue orrrrr…" Stu spoke up behind you.

You chuckled breathless. "Definitely continue." 

Billy stood up helping you stand up on shaky legs. He gave you a cheeky grin at that, making you swat his chest, giggling. 

When Stu stood up he didn't waste a second to throw you over his shoulder, giving your ass a slap, groping it right after. He made his way up the stars, Billy right behind the two of you. 

Inside the room, Stu threw you onto the bed, making you bounce. Both of the boys looking at your boobs. You almost wanted to cover up from their intense staring. Stu was the first to snap out of it, removing his clothes, almost tripping as he took off his pants. His erection slapping against his lower stomach. You moaned quietly at the sight, biting your lip. The tip was a deep pink, already leaking precum, there was a slight curve upwards. He was definitely longer than your previous boyfriends and just a tad bit girthier. 

"Like what ya seeing babe?" He gave you a grin, but you couldn't see any of his usual silliness shine through. All you could see in his eyes was hunger. And you were pretty sure you were his next meal. He came stalking over to you, taking both your ankles into his hand he pulled you closer to him, making you lie down on your back in the process. As he crawled over you, you wrapped your legs around him, making him feel your wet heat on his throbbing dick. 

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." He was almost growling.

"Then let's not waste any more time, yeah?" Your voice was dripping with excitement. Stu gave you a quick but forceful peck before lining up with your heat. He was rubbing his tip between your folds. Both of you were mesmerising as he slowly pushed inside of you. The both of you are moaning in unison. 

"Fuck Billy's right. 'S the most perfect little pussy. Shit you're grippn me so tight."

"Stu please move."

You were trying to rock against him but he was gripping your hips so hard there would definitely be handprint bruises. No chance of moving. 

"Shit wait a sec babe, don't wanna bust too soon. You feel so good around me."

You could hear a scoff behind you. Craning your neck you could see Billy standing on the other side of the bed. Naked. Your eyes immediately go to his dick. He was definitely girthier than Stu, not as long tho. His tip also a bit darker than Stu's. 

"What are you a fucking virgin Stu?" Billy was teasing.

"Shut up man, you wouldn't be able to control yourself either." 

With that Stu began to almost pull out entirely making you whine, which soon turned into a loud moan as he snapped his hips back into yours, sending you moving along the bed. Your head getting closer to Billy's dick as he was still standing on the edge on the other side. Stu's pace was relentless, reaching so deep inside you, you swear you could almost feel him inside your throat. He didn't hold back with his moans either. Ever the vocal type no matter what. You didn't mind though, it let you know that he was enjoying himself. Billy shuffled a little closer, gripping his dick. You were already salivating at the thought of having him inside your mouth. He twirled his tip on your lips, coating them in his precum. 

"Open up sweetheart."

You didn't need to be told twice, open your mouth eagerly. Billy gave an appreciative hum as he slowly slid into your mouth. You were gagging a little but still wanted more. 

Stu was still snapping into you, watching as you swallowed Billy's cock. 

"Damn you really are an eager little slut huh?"

Stu's speech was slightly slurred, completely drunk on your pussy. Billy was slowly fucking your mouth, tears were welling up in your eyes. You were loving every second of this. His hands gripped your boobs, squeezing them, using them as leverage too. They were making you see stars, especially when Billy pushed himself all the way in, holding you there for a few seconds. Stu groaned seeing your throat swell around Billy's dick. He couldn help but touch it. Then Billy pulled out, letting you take a breath. You were gagging, tears streaming out of your eyes. Once you inhaled enough air again you pulled Billy back in, eagerly taking him back into your mouth. Bobbing your head best you could in this position, sucking on the tip every time you came up. Stu started to rub circles on your clit, making you clamp down on him.

He let out a breathy "Fuck." You were growing closer by the second. You could tell by Stu's sloppy thrusts that he was nearing his end too. Billy started to throb inside your mouth. He was ready to pull out and came all over your tits but you had a different plan. Pulling him back in. Billy groaned at your eagerness, coming down your throat almost instantly. You swallowed everything eagerly. Then he pulled out, with a satisfied hum. He softly strokes your cheek, bending down to give you a peck. Then he left to go get everyone some water to drink.

Stu gripped your cheeks, squeezing them and kissing you hungrily, still drilling into you. You were whimpering, so close now. He was still rubbing your clit and your legs began to shake and you came, with a high pitched scream. With a loud groan Stu followed right behind you and came deep inside of you. Riding out both of your orgasms, your legs still shaking. He came to a halt, dropping on top of you, making all air leave your lungs. You had half a mind telling him to get off, but it was actually nice to have his weight on top of you. You wrapped your arms around him, softly scratching his back. He was letting out satisfied hums.

"Am I interrupting?"

You hadn't noticed Billy entering the room again. His voice had an edge to it. 

"Don't be silly. Come here."

Your voice, a little scratchy, was still soft when saying this. 

He let out a huff but still came over to the bed. Stu finally moved, pulling out of you and laying down beside you. Billy took his place on your other side, giving you an open water bottle that you could drink. You gave him a thankful kiss and you could swear he was actually blushing a little at this, like he hasn't just eaten you out like a starved man and fucked your throat moments ago. You were gulping down the water while Billy cleaned you up between your legs with a rag. Once he was done he threw it to the side not caring where it landed really.

You were snuggling up to him, Stu close behind you, enjoying the comfort of the post orgasmic bliss. You closed your eyes, very tired now. You guys should talk about what just happened and what it meant for your friendship but you were too tired. 

You were almost asleep when suddenly Stu jolted upward. "Oh!"

"Shit! What?!"

You almost had a heart attack. 

"We forgot to give you your birthday present!I'll be right back!"

With that he was out of the bed walking downstairs to get your present. 

"Is he serious now? That could have waited till morning"

You dropped your head onto Billy's chest.

Billy just shrugged. 

Stu came back in with a big smile on his face, jumping onto the bed.

You were sitting up, the blanket dropping into your lap. Revealing your chest, distracting Stu again. You giggled and gently lifted his head again.

"Concentrate Stu."

"Right, sorry. They are just -" He made a motion with his hands towards your boobs.

You rolled your eyes playfully. 

"He is not wrong, you know?"

You giggled.

Stu gave you a little box adorned with a bow.

"You didn't have to get me anything you know that right?"

"Oh we know."

"Yeah but we wanted to. So just enjoy it and say thank you." Billy nudged you. 

You gave them both a kiss. "Thank you."

Smiling softly you opened the box, revealing a delicate bracelet with two charms on it. 

"Get it? The charms represent Billy and me!" Stu was so excited. 

"That is so sweet!" You were  touched. 

"I knew you'd like it!" Stu threw an arm around your shoulder. 

"See? This is me and this is Billy."

He pointed to the little headphones first. It was rare to see him without them and his cd player these days. Then he pointed at the little knife, with a drop of gemstone blood in it. Definitely Billy. He was obsessed with horror stuff.

"It is perfect. Thank you so much."

And you meant it. Billy put it on for you and you looked at it adoringly. You put your arm down and looked at them both happily. 

"Soooooooo…"

"So?"

"I mean I guess I just wanna know what this means for our friendship?"

"Well we should upgrade it."

"To what?"

"A relationship. Duh." Stu said it like it was the most obvious thing.

"You sure?"

"Sweetheart, we've wanted you for ages."

You looked at Billy like he grew a second head.

"You did?!"

"Yeah. You never noticed?"

Shaking your head you looked at the both of them. 

"Guess you are stuck with us now."

Stu grinned from ear to ear.

You rolled your eyes smiling. 

"Like I wasn't before."

"Yeah but now it will be even harder for you to get rid of us."

"Good thing I wanna keep you both."

"Mh. You better." Billy was smiling but there was something else to his tone. You almost wouldn't notice. And you didn't but Stu did, keeps grinning. 

"Of course. I would be lost without you!" You held the back of your hand against your forehead for dramatic effect, giggling. 

Billy groaned playfully. "Damn what have I gotten myself into?"

You and Stu shoved him, laughing until a yawn interrupted you. 

"Alright you two. It's time to get some sleep."

"Yes dad." Stu was rolling his eyes. 

"Damn Stu I didn't know you were into that." You began laughing again.

"Oh you will be surprised about all the things I'm into."

He gave you a mischievous grin. Biting your lip you grinned as well.

"Can't wait to find out."

"Ok stop it you two horny fuckers."

" Pf.  Just you wait until you find out what Billy's into. He actually loves it when he can ca-" Stu couldn't finish the sentence, as Billy hit him across the head.

"Ow!"

"Sleep. Now. We can get into kinks another time." With that Billy was laying down.

"I can't wait. You will be surprised what I'm into." You hummed and got comfy next to Billy, who put an arm around you.

Stu was bouncing next to you.

"Ohhh is it something freaky?"

"Stu…"

"No, now you got me curious!"

"Stu."

"I won't be able to sleep! Give me a hint! Please!" He was basically begging now.

You rolled your eyes. 

"It might involve getting nicked with a knife. Now come here and sleep, I won't say more."

You could feel Billy tensing up a bit, not knowing that this little bit of information riled him up again. Stu's mouth had dropped open. Not believing what he heard. Now he was really intrigued. You could feel he was about to say something else so you stopped him before he could.

"Sleep. Now." 

Stu cuddled close behind you. You were out like a light in seconds.

Stu and Billy looked at you.

"We really hit the jackpot with her."

"Totally!"

Billy was almost asleep when Stu spoke up again.

"You think she would let us carve an S and a B into her? Small ones of course. Maybe on her hip."

You didn’t even flinch. “Hi, Stu.”

He pouted. “You were supposed to scream.”

“I’m scream-proof at this point.”

A pair of arms slid around your waist from behind—this time it was Billy, chin resting on her shoulder like it belonged there. “What are we renting?”

Stu grabbed the movie from your hands. “The Exorcist? Again? Babe, if you start levitating I’m leaving you.”

“Wow,” Y/n said, deadpan. “True love.”

They ducked between shelves, giggling like idiots every time someone walked by. Stu pulled a Sharpie from his pocket and started doodling on the store's movie recommendation board while Billy sneakily wrote something on the inside cover of The Exorcist box.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

Billy smirked and handed you the VHS. Inside was a tiny folded note: You’re my favorite kind of scary.

you rolled her eyes, but your cheeks were red.

Stu peeked over your shoulder and dramatically clutched his chest. “If he wrote me that, I’d propose on the spot.”

“I wrote you one last week,” Billy muttered.

“You compared me to a chainsaw.”

“Exactly.”

Y'all left the store with one VHS, two stolen Twizzlers, and three very tangled fingers in the backseat of Billy’s car.