Not Too Loud, Trashmouth (pt.1) 🍀
In which Stanley finally shuts Richie up with a game of Gay Chicken.
all characters aged up || high school juniours
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"aw, are you scared to pop your mouth cherry, staniel?"
stan rolled his eyes harshly as bev let out a soft chuckle. he knew he shouldn't have agreed to playing this, but now he had no excuse not to.
unless, of course, he was a chicken.
"i'm a-assuming that you know how the guh-game works, stan?" bill asked quietly, popping a potato chip into his mouth as eddie shifted in place.
"yes, i know the rules. you and your competitor do increasingly sexual things until one of you tap out-"
"which will be you, by the way." stan glared at the boy, his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose and his curls falling sloppily into his eyes.
"god, why do i let you people talk me into these things?" mike reached over to scoop a few jelly beans into his hand.
"well, you know you don't really have to do it if you don't want to," he smiled a bit, giving a few of his jelly beans to ben.
"you'll just be a chicken. nothing wrong with that." stan let out a heavy sigh.
"and here i thought you were the nice one, mike." mike flashed him an innocent smile before downing his handful of candy.
"can you just hurry up and start? watching people hold hands is already gross and unsanitary enough, i really don't want to watch you kiss."
"maybe if stanny here is as cool as he claims to be, you might even watch us fuck-"
"beep beep, richie." stan groaned, reluctantly scooting closer to where richie sat.
richie simply chuckled, pushing his glasses back up to his face as he gave stan a condescending look.
"don't worry, eddie. stan is way too much of a virgin to do anything more than holding hands, and even that's a stretch." bev and ben shared a snuffed giggle as eddie scoffed softly.
"i wuh-wouldn't let him talk about m-me like that, stan." bill smirked as he popped another chip into his mouth, receiving a deadly glare from stan.
"so, curly, you gonna prove me wrong or further solidify your mega virgin status?" stan took in a deep breath, taking a few seconds to compose himself before he slapped richie in the face.
"fine, let's get this over with so you can shut the hell up already. you start." richie let out an airy chuckle, glancing at the rest of the group as they looked on in amusement.
"watch this." his eyes soon landed on stan, giving him a quick once over before scooting closer to the boy. he gently placed a hand on his thigh, squeezing softly before looking up at him.
"woah, i'm surprised you didn't bust your nut already, stanny." stan rolled his eyes, looking up at the taller boy.
"whatever, richie." stan decided to mimic richie for now, placing his hand a bit further up his thigh before squeezing slightly.
richie hummed softly, leaning a bit closer to stan as his hand trailed up stan's thigh further, his other coming up to sneak under the hem of his shirt. he shivered softly as the chill of richie's long fingers.
"why are your hands are so fucking cold?" richie shrugged, a toothy smile coming to his face. he let out a bored sigh, taking a few seconds to think. he wasn't keen on having this game last long, so he decided to ramp up the intensity a bit.
"you already thinking about tapping out, stanny? didn't know you had a hand kink-"
"fuck, shut up, richard." richie let out a loud cackle, accompanied by a short chorous of giggles from their spectators.
stan's grip on richie's thigh tightened slightly as he hoisted himself off of the ground, sliding surprisingly cleanly into richie's large lap. richie let out a surprised hum, followed by a low whistle from bev.
stan took a glance at the group, scoffing at how overly invested they were before turning his attention back to richie and his annoyingly cocky face.
he could feel his large hands coming up to hold his tiny hips, his thumbs rubbing tiny circles into his skin. richie laughed softly, looking up at stan with those mischievous eyes.
"you're a lot bolder than i thought, staniel," richie cocked his head a bit, squeezing stan's hips as his hands trailed up his shirt.
"i honestly didn't think you'd get this far, you being a virgin and all." his hands finally came to a stop just above the waistband of stan's shorts, his cold fingers making stan's skin jump slightly.
stan cocked an eyebrow. as much as he usually amused himself with richie's annoying banter, it was starting to really piss him off. he really needed to shut him up once and for all.
"you know what, richie?" stan said quietly, not so gently pushing richie to the ground. richie let out a small grunt, his glasses and hair a bit disheveled.
"you're so fucking annoying," he hooked his fingers into the waistband of richie's pants, ignoring the surprised gasps of his friends.
"i really think its about time someone put you in your fucking place, once and for all." his free hand came down to wrap around richie's neck, squeezing just enough to restrict his breathing a bit.
the room was silent, save for stan and richie's heavy breathing and hushed whispers of the group watching them. not that stan or richie were really paying attention.
stan looked down at richie's form, his eyelids hooded behind his glasses, his raven curls splayed wildly across his face, his pretty parted lips and his flushed cheeks.
he didn't have much time to dwell on the growing heat in his tummy as he felt a growing mass against his leg. had richie been getting hard the whole time? was he getting hard, too?
"so uh... is this what a draw looks like?" eddie squeaked out, breaking the two out of their trance. they both looked over to the group, their flushed faces and disheveled look giving away their situation.
bev and bill shared a smirk, watching as the two looked down at one another. bev gently tapped on bill's shoulder to get his attention, pulling eddie into their little bubble. bill figured he might as well pull in mike and ben too, despite the slightly horrified looks on their faces.
"how about we make a bet?" bev whispered, making eddie scoff quietly, but peaked the groups interest regardless.
meanwhile, the two flushed boys simply stared at one another, breathing heavy and tension even heavier as the realisation of their situation began to set in. richie broke out into a smirk, though his breathing was slightly uneven from stan's (gentle, yet unwavering) grip.
"still haven't tapped out, yet? i'm surprised at you, stanley," one of his hands left stan's hips in favour of gripping stan's collar to pull him closer, making him let out a soft yelp.
"you must edge yourself quite a bit, huh?" stanley sneered at richie, his grip growing just a bit tighter on his throat.
"richie, i'll make you tap if it's the last fucking thing that i do to shut that big ass mouth of yours." richie cocked an amused eyebrow, challenge festering in his evil little eyes.
"try me, virgin." stanley huffed heavily, his glare growing hungry and fierce.
"gladly, trashmouth. gladly."
