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Bill swung his legs over the ledge, landing a tad closer to the curly haired boy Stanley than he initially planned. He didn't seem to mind, though. His eyes darted back and forth from his hands to Stanley's face. Stanley had yet to look away. Instead, he stared at Bill, his little smirk burning into Bill's skin. After a few more moments of very totally normal silence, Bill cleared his throat.
"S-So, I'm B-Bill."
"I know."
So he was a bit blunt. But to Bill, it was refreshing. Everyone around him was constantly sugar-coating everything, walking on eggshells around him. As if he were fragile. But Bill knew he was brave. He was a leader without followers. He knew he was the farthest thing from fragile, but his parents just couldn't seem to grasp that. But this boy, Stanley, was sharp to the touch, and Bill would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued with the idea of finding the depths of his roughness. So, he decided to try again.
"W-Why have I never s-seen you before?"
"Why do you stutter?'
Touche.
"Have you c-courted anyone yet?"
Stanley was quiet for a beat, breaking the eye contact finally. He looked over the view of the town, before speaking softly yet firmly.
"No, I managed to slip away before my parents dragged me into the shitshow. I'm sure they're losing their composure. Have you?"
He looked back at Bill, his smirk replaced by a thin line, his lips almost frowning.
"I w-was actually s-supposed to c-court Beverly. At least, t-that's what my p-parents wanted."
Stanley's eyes almost widened, and he let out a low chuckle. Bill's cheeks heated in embarrassment.
"W-What? Why are you laughing?"
Stanley hesitated before responding. He let his head hang down between his shoulders, sighing.
"I'm sorry to report your mademoiselle is happily in love with Ben over there."
He nodded his head back to where Beverly was sitting with her head on Ben's shoulder. Bill burst out laughing.
"T-That's fine, I don't w-want a mademoiselle, I'm m-more of a monsieur type of g-guy."
His cheeks heated a bit after he said it, but for some reason Bill felt like he could trust Stanley.
"Welcome to the club. Eddie and his puppy over there have made me question my sexuality so many times. If everyone is that annoying when they get boyfriends, I might just need to have a talk with God about changing some things."
"Oh, are you r-religious?"
"I'm Jewish, but hanging out with these losers is a one way ticket to hell. Not really a point in repenting if it means I lose them."
Bill hunched forward, leaning his weight on his hands like Stanley was currently doing. He may or may not have placed his hand as close to Stanley's as possible without actually touching. And he may or may not have done it on purpose. They sat there talking for what seemed like hours and seconds at the same time. Bill soaked it up like sunshine. The way Stanley's hair bounced when he laughed. The way his shoulders always stayed straight, never slouched. The way his lips moved around his mature vocabulary, sounding incredibly smart and confident. Bill noticed the way his eyes crinkled before his mouth smiled, like it reached his eyes first. The way he shot back with rapid bluntness, yet he had a warm tone that made Bill blush. He found his favorite sound was Stanley's laugh, and he loved how his voice raised in pitch before he laughed. If he was honest, he was kind of in love with a boy he had met a few hours ago.
"Want to go on a walk?"
Bill snapped his head over at Stanley, puzzled. A walk? Did he want to be alone with Bill? Did he feel what Bill was feeling? Did he really just want to go on a walk? Bill had so many questions.
"S-Sure."
He didn't want to ask any questions. Stanley swung his legs back over the ledge swiftly, and stood up. Bill managed to the same, although less gracefully. Stanley adjusted his shirt neatly, and Bill looked away feeling his cheeks heat up. It was a frequent feeling around the boy. Bill glanced back at Stanley, smiling softly. He was met with a smirk, and then he was grabbed by a very soft and cute and Stanley hand and dragged across the rooftop and down the ladder. He followed him around the side of the building and out onto the street, cutting through an alleyway and continuing down main street. He couldn't care less that he was blindly following a boy he just met in the dark. He felt safe. He also felt like every nerve ending in his body was jolting with the electric touch of Stanley.
As they walked they talked about everything they thought of. Bill was oddly comfortable with the other boy, and it seemed it was mutual. Eventually they came to the edge of the woods, and Bill yelped when Stanley pulled him through after him. They walked for a few minutes before Stanley stopped abruptly. Bill moved next to him, to see what they stopped for. They were at the edge of a cliff, overlooking a quarry. Stanley sat down a few feet back from the edge, making sure to sit in the soft grass opposed to the dirt. Bill sat down next to him, probably too close considering they just met, but it felt right.
He soaked in the vision of the moonlight on Stanley's face, the soft wind rustling his curls. He saw the light blush on his cheeks and felt his heat up, too. Stanley looked over at him, his expression foreign. Bill was unsure of what to say, cautious in the unexplored territory of Stanley Uris.
"Bill, I'm not one for the dramatics, I leave that to Richie, but.. I think I might die if you don't fucking kiss me right now."
He smirked, leaning in. He raised his hand to gently caress his face, gazing at his lips longingly. He looked back up into Stanley's eyes, leaning in slightly more. He could feel his breath on his lips, and he watched Stanley's eyes flutter with want, desire.
"What are you waiting for?"
Bill smirked, let out a light chuckle onto his lips. He licked his lips, staring at Stanley's.
"I'm waiting for you to d-die."
Stanley wrapped his arm around Bill's neck and grabbed a fistful of his hair, swiftly pulling him down and to his lips. Their lips slotted together like puzzle pieces, and Bill felt every hair on his body stand. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth and biting softly, drawing a sinful moan from the curly haired boy. And to say Bill wasn't excited would be a lie.