What better place to end stanchez week than at the beginning? Heavily based off of @stanchez-sloppy-seconds ’s vintage mugshots of the duo.
“I can’t fucking believe this.” Stan said, the buzz from the alcohol having worn off far too long ago. “This is the last time I trust fucking Derek with any guy I don’t know. ‘I know he’s a little wild man, but it’s worth it’ fucking bullshit.”
“Chill the fuck out man, how was I supposed t-uuurp-to know that the guys would get back early? It’s not my fault one of them got sick.” Rick replied, rolling his eyes at the man sitting next to him. He was taking things way too seriously. This was one bad heist, so what? There’ll be others.“
"Jesus, this is the last time I pull a heist with you. The point is, numbskull, that this is another charge on my criminal record, and eventually they’re gonna just preemptively kick me out. It looks bad.” Stan groaned, resting his head in his hands. Fuck, he didn’t even know if Derrick would get his message, and Rick was too fucked up to cash in on his one phone call.
“Hey, cmere. This isn’t so bad. At least we’ve got each other.” Rick said, leaning over and trying to put an arm around Stan’s shoulders. He wasn’t even touching him before Stan moved away, glaring at him.
“Isn’t so bad? What-” Stan was cut off as Rick lunged forwards, pressing their lips together messily. He was frozen in shock, mouth opening a little as Rick cupped his jaw, slipping his tongue inside.
While Stan was still giving his best impersonation of a rock, Rick shifted a little, pushing Stan’s back into the bars and coming up to sit on his lap. He glanced briefly at the security camera (placeKent?) before pulling down the neck of his shirt, stretching it just enough to reveal thick wads of bills duct-taped to his chest.
It took Stan less than a second to realize what was going on. He nodded, moving a little closer to him. “Hm, you’re more than I gave you credit for.-” here he lowered his voice, huskily whispering into Rick’s ear. “Any other things you’re hiding from me under those clothes?”
“I’ve done this before, and why don’t you find out?” Rick said, cockily, smirking up at Stan as he pushed his hands away, grabbing a handful of Rick’s shirt and pulling him up a little so they were eye to eye.
“Y'know, I think I will.” Stan said, hefting Rick with on hand onto his lap. His hands came to rest easily on Rick’s hips, slipping his thumbs under his shirt to rub circles on his hipbones.
As they continued to make out, Stan could feel the tension melt out of his body. Their bail would get paid tomorrow, and right now, the hot guy he’d been staring at since they’d met was sitting in his lap. Sure, the officers would probably come tell them to break it up soon, but for now, they could enjoy each other.
“Damn babe, you’re good.” Stan said, trailing kisses down Rick’s stubbly jaw as he happily groped his ass.
“Of course I am.” Rick said cockily, rubbing their hips together and tangling his hands in Stan’s messy hair.
