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Beverly Marsh has been in a happy and committed relationship with six guys for the past seven years. They were her losers. She dared say she knew everything about them. Everything. As to be expected when you’re in your late twenties and you’ve known your partners since around the tender age of thirteen.
From what keeps them up at night, scared, to what they liked in the bedroom. From who they aspire to be, to what their favorite type of cereal is, and everything in between. She especially knew their kinks, and there were a lot of them.
Richie was down for anything but had an affinity for lace. Stan liked to be either completely in control or completely out of control, there was no middle. Mike liked bondage, which was a surprise to everyone. Sweet Ben had a MAJOR praise kink, he loved being told how much of a good boy he is. She’s never been sexual with Eddie, but she had heard (really heard, walls are thin) that Eddie really loves being spanked. With Bill, she thought she knew what he liked. He liked to be in charge and honestly, a little vanilla. She never realized how wrong she was.
Their fearless leader, Big Bill, liked everyone thinking he enjoyed being the ‘top’ or ‘leading’ their sexual rendezvous. He’s been doing it since they first became a couple, even initiated the first time they all had sex together when a pent-up Bill got on his knees in front of Richie during what was supposed to be a movie night. And since it was Richie he got on his knees for, it was game over for everyone.
Bev never thought twice about Bill’s desires or sexual appetites, surely he’d tell them if he wanted anything different, right?
So imagine her surprise when she opened Bill’s laptop to see the raunchiest BDSM website she’s ever seen. Look, she honestly didn’t mean to see it! It’s just her laptop was dead and she needed to type something up for work, and she knew Bill’s laptop didn’t have a passcode on it. Bill hasn’t minded letting the losers use it before, except Richie. Richie was banned after he sharpied a dick by the mousepad. So she didn't think twice when she went into his office to use it. But once she saw it, she couldn’t look away.
Twinkobilteration.com was the name of the site, and oh it so delivered on its name. There were videos, so, so, many videos, but there were also articles written by users. The articles were on ‘how to be a better sub’ and ‘cumming dry’ and she is not a bashful person but some of them made her blush.
She noticed Bill had a user account that her curiosity really got the best of her. BlueSteel was his username, which made her laugh- it sounded like a stripper name, and Bill had bookmarked a few articles. They were right there! How could you expect her not to look?
There was a surprising amount of articles on how to be a better sub, and how to help yourself loosen, and most of the articles…were geared towards bottoms.
Bill had bottomed before, one glorious night Bev had pegged him right on the couch while Ben had watched, but Bill doesn’t bottom often. He tends to take control the moment anything sexual starts happening. Bill has always said he’s had a top preference, but looking at what he’s bookmarked, she’s not sure that's the truth.
After scrolling through the videos and articles, a beautiful plan started to hatch in her brain, one that was going to require help. She knew which two idiots would be up for the job. Thinking about it made her excited but more importantly it made her wet.
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A couple of days later Bev finds Stan in his office in their home. It’s Friday evening, and he’s typing away at something on his laptop. He’s been home from work less than an hour, and despite him saying he never brings his work home, he always does.
Whatever he’s working on must be getting to him because he has that furrow in his brow and he’s been pulling at his tie. The first button of his shirt is undone and Bev can see a patch of his expertly waxed chest shining through. Stan doesn’t notice her as she approaches his desk.
It takes her walking behind his chair and rubbing at his shoulders for him to become aware of her presence. Instinctively he leans back into her touch with a, “Hey, Redbird,” and continues to glare at his laptop screen. To her, it just looks like a bunch of numbers, but sometimes to her, Stan too seems like a bunch of numbers.
She runs a hand through his curls, “ Kookie, take a break.”
Stan sighs and presses a kiss to her hand on his shoulder, “I can’t. One of my employees fucked up and I need to fix it. The client is expecting the spreadsheet on Monday.
“So you’re doing this all weekend?” She asks, bemused. Some stupid spreadsheet won’t get in the way of her plan.
“I’m afraid so, Redbird.”
Bev sighs dramatically, “Oh, but I know of a someone you’d rather be doing all weekend.”
The corners of Stan’s mouth twitch up and he spins around in his office chair, yanking her in his lap, causing her to giggle, “Tell me more,” he says as he starts to innocently kiss at the base of her neck.
She tells him her plan, and what she had found on Bill’s laptop. The more she talks, the bigger Stan’s smirk grows. This is why she chose him, he more than appreciates taking control.
Stan kisses her when she’s done. The kiss is filled with excitement and she has half a mind to get her panties off and ride his growing erection against her ass until Stan pulls back abruptly. “Let me finish this tonight and I promise, I’ll be available all day tomorrow.”
Bev smiles and kisses him before crawling off his lap. One idiot secured, now time for the other one.
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It’s later in the evening, after dinner when Bev gets to bring it up to Richie. After dinner, the two always go out to their back patio to smoke their evening cigarette. Bev spent the whole dinner thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow. Eddie, Ben, and Mike were going to visit Mike’s grandparents on the farm, and odds are they’d end up spending the night out there. Bill wasn’t going because he had a meeting with his editor in the morning and he assumed that the rest had their own reasons for not going. Poor Big Bill, he has no idea what’s waiting for him when he gets home.
During dinner, Stan had been looking at Bill like he was a delicious dessert, and Bev can empathize. Bill was, as always, oblivious.
She’s only halfway done telling Richie her plan when he stops, “Bev baby, you already know I’m in.”
“Wow, you don’t take much convincing,” she jabs at him with a playful nudge to his shoulder.
Richie takes a deep inhale before stubbing out the rest of his cigarette, “Baby, you could’ve just said ‘Dom Bill’, and I would’ve immediately said yes. I’m sporting a half chub right now just thinking about that.”
“Geeze, always such a slut Trashmouth.”
“And don’t you forget it, Ms. Marsh.”
-
Bill had a horrible morning. First of all, he woke up alone, which is a feat considering his six lovers. He knew Eddie, Mike, and Ben were leaving at the crackass of dawn, but that didn’t account for the other three. Bev, Stan, and Richie were off…doing something apparently, and they didn’t bother to wake him up to say goodbye! None of them were even morning people (although Stan claims he is, but Bill’s received enough morning death glares he knows that's a lie) so what got them up and out of bed before nine A.M. is a wonder. Whatever it is, it’s obviously more important than Bill.
He can feel the pout forming on his face as he lays in their cold and empty Alaskan bed. If Richie was here he’d make fun of it but if Eddie was here he’d kiss Bill’s forehead till it went away. He hates waking up alone, so much so he’s forgotten how much he did since it’s such a rare occurrence.
After he pulled himself out of bed with a grunt, his morning did not get better. They were all out of Coco Puffs, which reminded him that Richie ate it in dry handfuls the other day they shared a joint. Still salty about it.
And him being him, he forgot to track the time so even though he was up and ready, he was running out the door. Once he was in his car, he realized his manuscript was still on his desk. Great. When he had finally made it to the meeting with his editor, she had given a disapproving scowl. Who does she think she is? His mom? That’s Ben.
He wasn’t surprised when the meeting didn’t go well. She hated his ending and told him to write a whole new one in a week. Bill liked his ending, and so did his losers! That’s honestly all that mattered to him, but when his editor said the publishers weren’t going to publish his book with his current ending, he knew he had lost.
Even though the meeting took place in a quaint café, all he had was a fancy biscuit and more coffee he didn’t need. His nerves were getting him and he was jumpy the whole drive home, wanting nothing more than to curl on the couch and eat delivered pizza, and then tomorrow he would worry about his body image.
It was just after noon when he pulled into their expansive driveway. Stan’s Volvo was there now, unlike this morning, so he must at least be home. That thought alone propelled Bill out of his car. Stan would make him feel better, any of the losers would.
The house was empty when he got inside but that was no surprise. If it's just Stan home, he tended to hole himself away in his office, or outside in their garden.
“Hello?” He asked the stillness from where he stood in the doorway. All the lights were turned off downstairs, the midday light shining in. Toeing off his converser, he went in search of Stan.
Upstairs Stan was sitting behind his desk, just as Bill suspected he would be, and didn’t look surprised at all when Bill showed up in his doorway. “Hi there Bluejay.”
If Bill had to describe Stan’s voice, he’d never be able to do it correctly. Trust him, he’s tried. The best way he can describe it is as cool satin. It’s a type of voice Stan only uses when he’s up to something and already Bill can see him being pushed down onto their bed, and Stan scratching at his chest as he rides Bill into the mattress. He can feel his knees start to go weak as Stan eyes him up and down from where he sits.
Sometimes he wishes Stan would fuck him into the mattress.
“Huh-Hi,” Bill knows he’s blushing, but it’s Stan’s fault. His mere presence has this effect on him.
Stan gets up from his desk and approaches Bill, similarly to how you’d approach a scared animal. Once he’s in range of him, Stan’s hand goes to the side of Bill’s face and gazes into his eyes. He’s up to something, but no matter how hard he searches Stan’s eyes with his own, he can’t find the answer. Stan’s thumb settles on Bill’s lower lip and he has to resist the urge to bite it. Bill doesn’t fit the ‘submissive’ role, even if he so desperately wants to.
Instead, he surges forward to kiss Stan, but he’s quick to grab a fistful of Bill’s hair, stopping him so that their lips are only a centimeter apart. Bill represses a moan. Stan’s looking down at him, studying him and calculating. Out of the losers, Bill is only taller than Eddie and Bev, and moments like this remind him of how short he is. It sends a shiver down Bill’s spine.
When Stan speaks, he can feel his breath brush across his lips, “I was thinking we could do something different Billy.”
Bill smiles up at him, “And wuh-what’s that?” He’s mostly conquered his stutter, but it flares up when he’s frustrated…or hard. Richie has a fun time with that.
Stan kisses his forehead and the hand holding his hair sinks down to scratch his neck. Bill can feel his guard slipping away, and he knows that’s part of whatever plan Stan has concocted, “I was thinking,” he places another kiss on his forehead, “that maybe,” a kiss on the tip of his nose, “that I could top this time,” he finishes, finally kissing Bill on the lips.
He doesn’t respond to the kiss right away, his heart-stopping his chest. Stan has never topped him. He topped Eddie and Richie, Stan especially loves controlling Eddie, but never Bill. Not that Bill doesn’t want him to, he’s had shameful dreams about all the losers topping him at one point, but the only ones that have gotten to were Mike and Richie. Even that didn’t happen all that often. Bev had fun with him one time with a strap, but there hadn’t been a repeat.
It’s just… he’s supposed to be Big Bill, that nickname didn’t go with the word bottom. They all look to him to make sure they’re taken care of, to make sure they’re all happy. During sex, they put him in charge and hand over the control to him. And he loves doing that, he loves his Losers so fucking much, but sometimes, when he’s alone in his office, he imagines what it would be like to be the one who gives up control. The fear is that if they knew that he wanted to be tied down, gagged, even spanked a little, they just wouldn’t see him in the same light. So he stays in control.
Stan pulls back from the kiss after Bill doesn’t respond and looks down worriedly at him, “Is that okay? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He brushes some of Bill’s stubborn bangs back.
Bill loves Stan so much, and if Stan wants this, who is he to deny him? He hesitates for just another moment before shaking his head, “Okay, you cuh-can t-t-top.” The tips of his ears turn red as he agrees.
The radiant smile Stan gives him is worth his stomach churning with excitement, “Only if you’re sure, Billy.” Bill nods his head again, “Okay, go get ready and meet me in our bedroom,” he parts with a kiss to his hairline.
Now jumpy for a whole other reason, he makes his way to their suite bathroom. Preparing is something he’s only had to do a few times, and while in the shower, he has to painfully ignore his erection. The powerful shower jets on his body don’t help either. As a treat to Stan, he even shaves his nether regions. He’s never let it get unruly down there like Richie, which suits him for some reason, but he also never gets professionally waxed down there as Eddie and Stan do.
He’s a bundle of nerves which is ridiculous because it’s just Stan, but Stan was planning something. After being with him for so many years, he can tell when Stan is up to something. Not being sure on whether or not he should get dressed again, he settles for pulling his boxers back on and heads towards their bedroom.
What he’s not expecting when he opens the door is not only Stan in his boxers but also Bev and Richie, both also only in their underwear. Oh and there’s rope tied to the end of the bed’s headboard and on the nightstand is lube, a cockring, and vibrator that he knows is new. Suddenly he feels very faint.
“Billiam, are you there?” Richie walked closer to him, he hadn’t even noticed that, let alone the fact he was talking.
Swallowing the lump in his throat he nods, contemplating dashing out the bedroom door to lock himself away in his office.
Bev must sense this because she comes and puts herself in his space, her delicate hands resting on his shoulders, he looks down at her, apprehensive. “Bill baby, can we talk?” With no context it seems like such a simple request, except the fact that he can see Richie and Stan over her shoulder, both looking like they’re ready to devour him. He shakily nods his head and some of the tension leaves Bev’s shoulders, “You know, you’re really dumb sometimes,” she giggles, “I went up to borrow your laptop the other day and you’ll never believe what I saw on your computer screen.”
It feels like the bottom of his stomach has fallen through. Shit. How can he be so stupid? God, and it’s Bev that found that site, so he knows she snooped through it.
Bev can see the panic bubbling in his eyes and she's quick to fix it, “Hey hey,” she runs a gentle hand through his hair, “It’s a good thing I saw it, baby.”
“...Really?” he questions quietly.
Richie appears at his side, towering over him and running his fingers down Bill’s back, “Billy boy I was hard as a rock when Bev told me.”
Stan appears at his other side, “Trust us, you’re not pulling our arm for this, we want this,” and then almost as an after fault he adds on, “Also, Bill baby, of course, you would be the one to leave your secret porn site open,” he giggles. Bill blushes furiously at that.
“Are you suh-sure? You guh-guys want t-this?” He has to ask because this seems almost too good to be true.
They all nod at him, each one of them touching him, grounding him, in some way. “Will you let us do this for you? Will you hand over your control to us, just for tonight?” Bev asks.
A tiny “Yes” slips from his lips and Richie and Bev head back towards the bed, Stan takes Bev’s place in front of him.
He tries to see what the disaster duo are doing but Stan keeps his attention on him, “Before we begin we need to set some ground rules. First you are to address us as ‘Sir’ and ‘Ma’am’, no exceptions,” the rules alone are making him start to become hard, God. Stan continues, “Secondly you have to wait to cum till we give you permission, again- no exceptions. Thirdly and most importantly, we will be using the stoplight system, are you aware of it?”
Yes, he’s aware of it, he’s read enough articles on it. His nod isn’t sufficient though as Stan stars down at him, eyebrows raised. It clicks in Bill’s brain, “Yes S-sir.”
Stan looks quite pleased, “ Good boy. Just to make sure, tell me what the stoplight system is.”
“Guh-green is for g-good, yellow is for slo-slow down, and red is for stuh-stop.”
“Do NOT be afraid to red us, baby,” Richie interjects from behind Stan, “This is a learning process for all of us and it’s supposed to be fun. Please red us if you get uncomfortable.” Bill loves that Trashmouth so much.
“Yes Sir,” already saying that is becoming second nature. He’s so fucking hard.
Bev comes back to him, now completely naked and her fiery red hair pinned up behind her head. She grabs his hand with a smile and leads him past Stan towards the bed. With her urging he slowly sinks down onto it, staring intently up at her. “I’m going to tie your arms up now baby, let me know if it’s too tight.”
She guides him into crawling back on the bed so that his head lays in the pillows. Bev crawls on him so that she’s straddling his chest, and he can briefly feel how wet she is when she brushes past him. He lets her manipulate his arms as she pulls them over his head, crossing his wrists. As she ties the knot, briefly he wonders if Stan had shown her how to, he was a boy scout after all.
“Test that for me, would you baby?” she asks when she pulls away. He pulls on his restraint and is incredibly aroused when he realizes he has nowhere to go. Bev is pleased with her handiwork. “Good good, now color?”
“Gruh-green ma’am.”
She caresses his face, “Such a good boy, Billy. Now let’s begin.” she tells him as she clamors off of him. He immediately misses the heat of her body.
Bev goes to Stan, who pulls her into a filthy kiss. Both their eyes will glance over at him, both of them getting excited from seeing their fearless leader tied up. A very naked Richie appears between Bill’s legs, lustfully looking down at him and holding the cock ring he spotted earlier.
Bill feels pinned there under Richie’s eyes and suddenly becomes very self-conscious of his body, which is rare for him. He wouldn’t say he’s overweight by any means, but he’s gotten a little soft. What was once a six-pack, toned thighs, and a bubble butt from his glorious years of baseball in high school and college, have all collected a little bit of pudge he's accumulated in his late twenties. He doesn’t realize he’s squeezing his thighs together, subconsciously trying to conceal himself until Richie grips his muffin top waist.
“None of that, we want to see you. Don’t try to hide from us,” He commands.
Somehow he manages to blush even more, he feels a lot like Ben, and nods his head, “Yes Sir.”
Richie seems satisfied with this and continues. An involuntary whimper escapes his lips as Richie secures the ring snug around the base of Bill’s very hard cock.
Richie sniggers, “Wouldn’t want you to have too much too quickly now would we Billy?” Richie looks over at Stan and Bev, still lip-locked, “Hey lovebirds! Get over here! I’m about to do something delicious.” Bill yelps as Richie suddenly twists him over, so that he’s face down in the pillows.
Instinctively he tugs at his restraints, but it’s no use. He’s able to pull and push himself up so he rests on his elbows, and looks back over his shoulder. Bev goes to straddle his back but faces towards Richie from where he’s still between Bill’s legs. It gives him a very nice view of her plush ass. Stan has knelt beside his head, his hard dick bobbing as he gets comfortable. He really wants to lick the pearly tip of Stan’s cock, he just can’t reach it.
He’s so distracted by Stan’s cock that when a sudden tongue laves over his hole, he whelps and flinches, causing his head to almost hit the headboard. Stan runs a soothing hand through his hair, “Are you okay?”
“Yes Suh-Sir,” And that is all the permission Richie needs before grabbing two big handfuls of his thighs and pulling them further apart so that he can delve back into him with his tongue.
Bill’s eaten ass before, plenty of times, but every time one of his lovers has offered to return the favor, he’s denied it. It always felt like it put him in too vulnerable of a position. But, God, does he regret that now. Richie is ruthless. His tongue flexes to penetrate the first ring of muscle but every time Bill tries to push back, Richie relaxes his tongue and only broadly licks the surface of his hole, it’s infuriating. He can’t even see Richie when he looks over his shoulder because Bev is still straddling his back.
“Ruh-Ruh-Richie,” he whimpers. That only earns him a quick smack on his ass. A light one but it still knocks the wind out of him. This is new.
“Baby what did Stan tell you?” Bev chides. Her hand runs soothingly across where she smacked him.
Bill gulps, feeling a little dumb, “To cuh-cuh-call y’all Suh-Sir or M-M-Ma’am.”
“You should spank him again Bev, I think he likes it,” Stan tells her. Bill’s eyes snap over to him and wantonly moans at the sight of Stan stroking his own cock, so close yet so far from his mouth.
“You think so, baby? While I spank him, why don’t you give him something to keep his mouth busy.” Oh, Bill really, really, wants that.
Stan smirks at her as he grabs a fistful of Bill’s hair and guides his dick closer to his lips. “Here ya go Baby Boy.”
If Bill was more spaced out, which he has a feeling he will be by the end of this, he would’ve squealed with delight as he took the tip of Stan’s dick in his mouth. He licks at the tip, enjoying the salty taste. Stan holds his hair but for the most part, lets Bill do as he pleases as he sucks him off.
Bev starts scattering spanks around the flesh of his ass once Stan’s cock is in his mouth. This causes him to moan, sending vibrations up Stan’s cock. “Fuck,” Stan moans as his hips accidentally buck up, causing his cock to slip down his throat. He wishes he’d do it again.
Richie is full-on fucking Bill’s ass with his tongue now, getting riled up by listening to the sound of Bev’s hand make Bill’s ass blush a pretty red, and Stan trying to control himself as Bill sucks on his dick, almost as a self-soothing measure from everything happening. It’s mainly Bill that gets Richie riled up though, replacing his tongue with his middle finger. Bev passes him the lube, and soon a second and third finger join the first. Eventually he finds his sweet spot and Bill sees stars as Richie brushes against his prostate over and over.
Bill is a wreck already between the three of them. When he tries to push back on Richie’s thick fingers, Bev smacks him harder, which is just an incentive to do it again. When Bev smacks him, that then causes him to gag on Stan’s cock. It’s like he’s trapped in this endless cycle of pleasure, and he loves it. He has no choice but to lay here and take the pleasure they’re giving him and it almost makes him tear up. It also is making his head start to go fuzzy.
Richie’s voice is rough, the quality it gets when he’s really turned on, “I know we were going to tease him for a while with the vibrator, but I really want to see this pretty little ass get fucked.”
Stan laughs tightly, “Always quick to jump the gun aren’t you, Trashmouth?”
He scoffs back, “What? You don’t want fuck this pert ass right now?” Richie punctuates his question with a slap to Bill’s ass, harder than Bev’s, who giggles at the sight.
Stan hums in compilation, before pulling Bill off his cock completely. “What do you say Billy Boy? You want me to fuck you?”
He wants that more than anything right now. In fact, he feels like if he doesn’t get a dick up his ass right now, he’s going to explode. “Yes Sir!”
Stan doesn’t move yet, “Color?” Bill looks up at him incredulously and Stan just looks very amused, so he asks again, “Color baby?”
Bill resists an eye roll, “Gruh-Green!”
He can feel Richie move out from between his legs as Stan stands up off the bed. “Wait, let's flip him back over, I want to ride him as you fuck him,” Bev says Stan crawls back on the bed near Bill’s legs. Richie again flips him over.
Bill’s cock lays against his stomach, curving upwards. Because of the cock ring, his head is purple and he doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard in his life. He needs to cum. Bev, his darling angel, one of the loves of his life, comes to his rescue.
“Since this is your first time, I’m not going to make you wear this anymore,” she removes that awful ring from the base of his cock.
Richie groans, “You’re going too easy on him, Bevie!”
“Beep beep Trashmouth, or next time I’ll use it on you,” she scolds, bringing him into a kiss. Richie smiles into the kiss because, yes, he likes that idea very much.
After thoroughly fucking Bev’s mouth with his tongue, leaving them both out of breath, he takes his spot by Bill’s head where Stan was. He immediately offers his dick up to be Bill, who more than obliges. It helps distract him as the tight heat of Beverly sinks down on him. At the same time, the hot press of Stan’s cock starts to push inside.
Stan groans out a ‘Fuck’, when he gets fully sheathed in him, and pulls Bill’s knees over his shoulders for a better angel. Bill steals a glance over and sees that Bev’s back is facing him again, and is kissing Stan as she rides him. Stan grunts into her mouth as he picks up his pace. It’s strangely erotic.
Sucking Richie’s dick is different from sucking Stan’s. Mainly because Richie takes control, grabbing two fistfuls of Bill’s hair and forcing his cock down his throat. They all love Bill’s lack of gag reflex. Bill relaxes and lets his body be used as a human fleshlight.
At three different points of stimulation, he starts to feel fuzzy. Everything feels amazing. Stan’s dick is ramming continuously into his prostate. Bev moans as Stan rubs at her clit while she rides Bill’s cock. Richie is fucking Bill’s throat like there's no tomorrow and Bill knows he’s going to have a hoarse voice after this and even the thought of that feels good.
Sweat has broken out across their skins, and it all drips down onto Bill. It’s so hot in the room. The sounds of wet skin slapping across skin and Richie’s dirty talk fills the room. Who Richie’s talking to he’s not sure, he’s too busy feeling like he’s a balloon starting to float up and away.
He wants to focus on every little sensation happening to him but it’s all melted into this pot of ooey-gooey goodness. His skin feels like it’s on fire, but in a non-burning way. He feels so good that his writer brain can’t even find the right words to describe it.
Something warm splashes on his face and he thinks that Richie has just come. His mouth falls obediently open as Richie scoops the sticky substance off his face and feeds it to him.
Honestly, he had completely forgotten about the need to cum or his achingly hard cock until Richie’s hand came to rest lightly over his throat, putting the barest of pressure. His orgasm rips through him so hard and so suddenly he blacks out.
-
The moment Bill came, he seized up so hard around Stan that he practically squeezed the orgasm out of him. Seeing both boys cum was Bev’s tipping point too.
All of them pant heavily, except for Bill who is blissfully passed out, but Stan gets back in control. He’s done his own research, primarily about aftercare. “Richie, go start a warm bath, use the Eucalyptus oils Bill likes.”
“Aye aye captain!” Richie mockingly salutes him before heading to the bath, not caring enough to pull his boxers back on.
Bev looks at Stan amused, that lovely little smile of hers he loves so much playing on her lips, “Anything order for me sir? ”
Stan lovingly rolls his eyes, “Yes. I cut some fruit, will you go get them and water bottles for us? And then meet us back in the bathroom.” The bathtub they have, and the one that Richie is currently filling up, is more like a hot tub, so it will easily accommodate the four of them. Hell, all seven losers have gotten in at the same time before.
She giggles and sprints out the door, but not before smacking Stan on the ass.
Stan looks at Bill, whose eyelids are fluttering, and sighs. He grabs the lotion out of their nightstand and unties Bill, rubbing healing lotion on his wrists. Bill starts to stir more, “Stuh-Stan?”
“Hey baby, I’m right here. Richie’s about to come in here and pick you up and we’re going to take a nice soothing bath together okay? You deserve it after being such a good boy.”
“Oh-okay,” he says. Stan thought Bill was done talking, and just letting Stan rub the lotion in when he spoke again, “I bruh-broke rule nu-n-n-number two. I’m suh-sorry,” He sounds way too remorseful and Stan can let that be.
He presses a kiss to Bill’s forehead, “Don’t be sorry Billy, you were perfect.”