#stenbrough blurb

Stan was standing by the stove cooking a small dinner for his boyfriend and himself. Bill had late classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays so Stan insisted on making him dinner on those two nights. The two lived in a small apartment about 2 miles off campus, so when the weather was good, they biked to class. Stan was stirring the pasta and swaying his hips slowly to his classic 80′s rock that was playing. He flicked off the stove and began to strain the noodles when the door opened. Still facing the sink, Stan welcomed his boyfriend home, but instead of an answer he just heard faint sniffles and footsteps. Bill had flopped onto the couch which was very close to the kitchen. Stan turned down the heat to the sauce, put a cover on it so it wouldn’t splatter, and walked into the living room where Bill was softly crying. Stan lifted Bill’s head and laid it on his lap.

“What’s wrong baby?” Questioned Stan with concern lacing his voice. Bill just turned his head to where he could bury it into Stan’s lower stomach and cried some more. Stan held Bill’s head gently against him. 

“I-I failed my t-test.” Bill choked out in between sobs. Bill was a perfectionist, Stan already knew this though, even a “B” upset Bill, so an “F” was really gonna need comforting.

“Did you not study enough?” Stan asked softly. Bill just cried harder causing Stan to flinch. 

“Hours Stan! Hours! I stayed up all night for days studying for this! I even passed up sex one night for this stupid test!” Bill cried out in a frustrated voice. The last part of his statement left a light pink blush dusting Stan’s face. Bill sat up and looked at Stan with red puffy eyes.

“I hate school Stan.” Bill whimpered in a raw voice. Stan just cupped his cheeks with both hands and kissed his nose.

“I made pasta?” Stan said with a half smile.

“With the noodles that remind me of your hair?” Bill said hopefully. Stan giggled and nodded his head. Bill smiled widely before leaning in to place a passionate kiss to Stan’s pink lips. Stan quickly began to kiss back but as soon as he began to get into it Bill pulled back and began walking to the kitchen. Slightly sexually frustrated, Stan walked in behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist for behind. Since Stan was 6″ and Bill was chilling at 5″10, he could rest his chin on Bill’s shoulder, and so he did. Bill was fixing their plates when Stan turned his head slightly so he could place quick, sweet, kisses on Bill’s neck. Bill began to loosen up and tilted his head to give Stan more access, closing his eyes shortly after he did so. Stan sucked gently at his sweet spot that he knew drove Bill crazy. Bill let out a quiet, pitiful moan  before quickly pulling away.

“No, we’re eating right now.” Bill said while shaking his head, his whole face flushed red. Bill began walking to the table with the plates in each hand.

“Fine!” Whined Stan as he sat up to the table and began to eat. The two were quiet for a while not saying anything when Bill stopped eating and began to stare down.

“Is everything okay? Something wrong with the food?” Stan asked after a bit. Bill’s eyes just began to water again as he let out a small whimper. Without missing a beat, Stan got up from his seat and crossed over to his crying boyfriend.

“I worked so hard for a good grade.” Bill whimpered as he wiped his eyes furiously. 

“I know you did, you’re so smart and this one grade doesn’t define you,” Stan comforted as he ran his fingers through Bill’s hair. “How about we go watch a movie.” Stan suggested. Bill just weakly nodded and offered a small smile. Stan turned around and crouched down in front of him. 

“Hop on.” He chuckled. Bill smiled slightly wider before hopping onto his back. from the table to the couch was only a couple feet but Bill was not about to decline a piggy back ride from his boyfriend. Stan ran into the living room but instead of just dropping him on the couch he ran around the room playfully at full speed. Bill shrieked and giggled as he clung onto his boyfriends back. Stan rush them back over to the couch and gently set him down and placed a sweet kiss to his forehead. Stan quickly popped in some Disney movie before sitting beside Bill and pulling a warm fuzzy blanket over them. Ten minutes in and Bill was already snuggled into Stan’s chest, half asleep, while Stan ran his finger’s through Bill’s auburn hair. By the time the film was over Bill was fast asleep. Stan carefully scooped him up bridal style and carried him to their bedroom. Pulling back the cover and laying him down on his side, Stan just smiled. Crawling onto his side, Stan went to place a kiss to Bill’s cheek but Bill flipped over to where the kiss was on his soft lips. A now flustered Stan simply grinned to himself as Bill snuggled back into his chest.

“Thank you Stanley.” Murmured Bill. 

“For what?” Chuckled Stan with furrowed brows.

“For loving me.” Bill answered before falling asleep.