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“Come on sixer, where are ya?” Stan says to himself, impatiently. He waits in his bedroom that he and his twin brother share for his brother to return from school. Usually, they walked home from school together, but with his recent fight at school, Stan earned himself a week of being grounded. He was strictly to come home after school ended, or there would be even worse punishment. Not wanting to see what type of punishment he would receive, Stan did as he was told. It was no big deal at first, after all he had the person he cared about the most in the world to keep him company, his twin brother, Stanford, who Stan loves more than anything in the world; wishing to hold him in his arms and to never let go of him. He often fantasizes throwing Ford on his bed, ripping his clothes off as if he is unwrapping a present, kissing every inch of Ford’s body claiming him as his own, as if he is daring anyone to touch him. These fantasies then lead to him aching to hear his twin brother moaning his name as he fucks him…the things he would do to his brother would have him screaming his name in pleasure.
Stan is suddenly pulled out of his thoughts when the bedroom door opens, to his glee, it's Ford. “Sixer! Where have you been? I was worried about ya.” Stan says, watching Ford set his bag down at their desk.
“Sorry for making you worry, Stanley. I should have told you I had to tutor someone today.” Ford responds as he sits down at the desk. He pulls out his textbooks and starts working on his homework. Stan forgot that Ford sometimes tutors some of their classmates after school.
“So, how did it go?” Stan asks as he lays at the foot of his bed, so he could watch Ford work.
“It went well to be honest, and I think I might have made a friend.” Ford replies as he continues to work on his homework, but the word ‘friend’ lingers in Stan’s head.
Ford didn’t have the best track record when it came to making friends. Ford's past so called friends weren’t exactly trying to be his friend but were instead using him, which makes Stan's blood boil. The thought of someone taking advantage of Ford infuriates Stan. “Who did you befriend this time?” Stan asks, making sure he didn’t let his anger slip through his tone of voice.
“Jim Callaway,” Ford replies.
“Jim Callaway?! The guy who is always getting himself thrown in detention?” Stan asks, making sure he heard Ford correctly.
“That’s him, I tutored him today. Turns out he is not so bad once you get to know him.” Ford explains as he switches to a different textbook.
This signals several red flags in Stan’s head. A guy like Jim doesn’t befriend the school’s smartest guy for nothing, unless he is trying to get something out of this so-called ‘friendship.’ “Hey, do you think he really wants to be your friend?” Stan asks.
“What do you mean?” Ford asks, turning his attention to Stan.
“I’m just saying ‘does he really want to be your friend?’ Not like the other idiots who were just taking advantage of you” Stan says, trying to help Ford understand where he is coming from.
“Now that you mention it, I think he might not want to be my friend, but something else instead,” Ford responds, thinking back to his tutoring session.
“What do you mean by that?” Stan asks, shifting his position on the bed to get more comfortable.
“You promise not to tell anyone?” Ford asks.
“Come on Sixer, who am I gonna tell? Besides, whatever we share in this room stays between us.” Stan replies.
“Oh ok, well I think Jim was flirting with me….” Ford says, trying not to wince at the words in embarrassment.
“FLIRTING WITH YOU?!?” Stan shouts, sitting up on his bed looking as if he saw a ghost.
“Stanley, not so loud.” Ford says Luckily, their parents aren’t home. Stan tries to process what he just heard. Jim Callaway was flirting with Ford, but why ? What the hell is he hitting on Ford for? Questions flood Stan’s head.
He’s brought out of his thoughts when Ford continues to explain the tutoring session. “Yeah, he was complimenting me on my looks. Saying that I was cute and adorable, which honestly I don’t see how I am. He even told me that having six fingers was really cool and that’s what makes me stand out,” Ford says, feeling his face heat up a little. Ford can’t believe someone like him for him, not to mention, Jim isn’t a bad looking guy.
Thinking back to him now, Ford can recall all of his features… His blonde hair combed back, with the light reflecting off it. His surprisingly handsome smile that accommodates his goatee. With his black leather jacket on top of a white t-shirt. Navy blue jeans that hugged his legs, showing off his calves, and with his black leather boots
Ford may have been swept off his feet, but Stan isn’t thrilled at all about this. The thought alone of someone touching Ford, makes Stan angry. Now hearing how some guy was hitting on Ford, makes him heat up with jealousy; not to mention seeing Ford blush at the thought of the guy wasn’t helping either. Stan hates that Ford is gushing over some guy other than him. Having jealousy fill his head, he thinks maybe he can change Ford's perspective of the guy.
“I don’t know sixer; the guy could be buttering you up to get what he wants.” Stan says, bringing Ford’s head of the clouds.
“Buttering me up?” Ford questions, imitating that of an owl.
“Yeah, you know how a guy sweet talks a girl, telling her how pretty she is or some other jazz to sweep her off her feet,” Stan responds before getting up from his bed.
“But why would he call me ‘cute’ for? A man just doesn’t call another man ‘cute’ for no reason.” Ford adds, trying to weigh the pros and cons of the situation.
“Sixer, all I’m saying is be careful, I don’t want to see you get hurt, or worse, get outed against your will.” Walking over to Ford. Placing a hand on his brother's shoulder and staring into his beautiful brown eyes. “I’m just worried about ya.”
“I know you're looking out for me, Stanley, and I appreciate your concern. I’m sorry for making you worry; I promise to be careful, you have my word.” Ford says as he stands up and brings Stan into hug. Stan can feel his face heat up from having Ford this close to him. He wants more of this closeness, no he needs. But he can’t have more because they are nothing more than brothers. And that’s all they will ever be.
“Well, I should get back to finishing my homework.” Ford said, breaking the hug, retaking his seat at their desk.
“You do that Sixer, Imma catch up on some comics,” Stan says as gets a comic from underneath his mattress.
“Sure, have fun reading Stanley, I’ll let you copy my homework later.” Ford replies, putting away his math homework.
Moments later they heard the front door open and heard ma Pines calling them. “Boys we’re back and we got takeout. Wash up and come set the table please.”
“Alright ma we will be right down!” Stan yells, as they make their way out of their bedroom.
The boys have a nice dinner; there’s no tension between Stan and Filbrick. After dinner, Stan and Ford help their ma with clearing the table. When they finish, they go back up to their room and prepare for bed. They freshen up and change into their night wear; for Stan, he sleeps in just his t-shirt and his boxers, and for Ford, he sleeps in a t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. They both say their good nights and get into bed.
Laying on his back staring up at Ford’s bunk, Stan finds himself wondering back to the conversation they had earlier. Stan knows Ford has a point. You rarely ever hear a guy calling another guy cute. Seeing Ford’s point, Stan can’t help but wonder how the guy knew Ford swings this way? Is it a gay thing? Stan wouldn’t know since he’s only been with girls, and the only guy he ever had eyes for is sleeping above him. Is he gay? Stan began to wonder, he still liked girls, but he only wanted Ford.
Stan doesn’t see what he used to see in girls, but comparing what he used to see in them to what he sees in Ford isn’t the same. Stan sees a lot in Ford: a friend, a partner, a brother, and a lover. Stan wishes he could tell him how he feels, but the fear of losing Ford scares him deeply. He doesn’t know what he would do if Ford wasn’t in his life. The thought of it makes Stan’s chest hurt, as if he’s being stabbed in the heart. He’s thought of telling Ford how he feels many times, but Stan knows Ford won’t feel the same way. Not because he’s a guy, but because he is his twin brother. It’s a forbidden rule for brothers to be lovers, and Ford always plays by the rules.
“What would make Ford break such a rule for him? Yeah, sure their twin brothers meaning, they’re thick as blood, and they would do anything for each other, right?
Would Ford do anything for him?” Stan asks himself.
Stan would do anything for Ford, even square off with pops, as daring as that may sound. Stan doesn’t want to see Ford get hurt, or even worse, taken away from him. Stan tries not to think about too much; he turns over on his side and goes to sleep.
The next day after school, Stan asks Ford if he could join him for his tutoring session. Ford tells him that he can join, but there is no fooling around. Stan tells him not to worry; he would be on his best behavior for him.
As they make their way to the library, Ford asks Stan. “What made you want to join this tutoring session?”
“Ummm, I need help with math?” Stan replies, phrasing a question instead of giving an answer.
When they walk through the double doors of the library, they see the table where Jim sits. Upon seeing him, Stan feels a smudge upset to see him, even though he knows that’s who Ford is tutoring today.
Jim notices the twins approaching the table. When they get to the table, Ford sits beside Jim and Stan sits across from them., not because he wants to, but there’s not enough space for three people to be on one side of the table.
Jim greets them as they get to the table saying, “Hey Fordster, I didn’t know you had a look-alike.”
‘Fordster?’ Stan said to himself. Ford has only tutored the guy for a day and he’s already thought of a nickname for him. Stan thought he was the only person who ever gave Ford playful nicknames. What makes it worse is that Fordster isn’t even a bad name. In fact, it suits Ford perfectly. Stan's only issue is he didn’t think of it first.
“Oh, sorry I must have forgot to mention it last time. Jim this is my twin brother Stanley. Stanley, this is Jim.”
“Pleasure to meet ya,” Jim spoke, nodding his head at Stan.
“Right back at ya,” Stan replies, making sure to sound friendly, while adding a bit of bitterness.
“Ok, let's get started, Stanley, when you need any help let me know and I’ll come over there to help you.” Ford says, pulling out his text books and placing them on the table gently. Stan copied Ford’s actions, taking out his own homework.
Stan notices that Jim didn’t have any books with him. It looks like he is planning to share with Ford. Stan’s theory is proven correct, when Ford slides the book between and Jim inches closer to him. Stan buries his head in his text book and reminds himself that Ford is tutoring the guy, nothing more, nothing less. That is until Stan glances up and sees Jim inching his pinkie finger closer to Ford’s hand and gently poking the side of it, causing Ford’s face to turn a light shade of pink before imitating the same actions.
During the tutoring session Stan couldn’t help himself, but he insisted on watching Ford and Jim. Jim kept touching Ford every chance he got, making Ford giggle,touching Ford’s neck, arm, hands, and even his thigh; it’s like watching a couple on their own private study date. Stan feels jealous at the fact Jim is able to touch Ford like that. Meanwhile, Stan couldn’t even tickle Ford without him being swatted away. Watching Jim play around with Ford increases Stan's jealousy. Stan wants to get up and tear them apart, telling Jim not to lay a finger on Ford. Instead, Stan just tries his best not to let it get to him, until he sees Jim inches away from Ford's face. They looked into each other’s eyes like they were about to kiss.
Stan suddenly remembers Ford telling him if he needs help to let him know. Seeing as Jim and Ford were slowly inching closer to each other's faces, without hesitation, Stan reaches over the table and grabs one of Ford’s hands, turning Ford and Jim's attention to him. Realizing what he did, Stan retracts his hand trying not to seem awkward about it. “Sorry, Sixer, but I need some help with this problem.” Stan utters, trying not to seem embarrassed.
“S-sure Stanley, what do you need help with?” Ford asks, realizing how close he was to Jim’s face. He gets up and walks over to Stan’s side of the table. Ford plots himself beside Stan and looks over his homework. Stan is working on his math homework, or in other words, using it as a cover up to keep an eye on Ford and Jim, which he’s glad he did, seeing how close they were to locking lips.
“Ah here’s the problem, after you do this, you need to divide it by 2 to get your answer, Stanley.” Ford explains, pointing out where Stan went wrong in math calculation. Stan notices Ford is starting to rise up from his seat.
“W-Wait!” Stan pleads, grabbing Ford’s wrist, not wanting to let go.
“Need help with something else?” Ford asked.
Stan suddenly remembers where they were at, and that Jim is right across from them.
“No, that was all, thanks Sixer.” Stan mumbles, loosening his grip on Ford, watching him retake his seat beside Jim, feeling like he is sending him back into Jim’s arms.
“Alright, but if you need any more help, let me know.” Ford states before returning his focus back to tutoring Jim.
The rest of the tutoring session continues, with Jim making passes at Ford. Occasionally getting too close to Ford, for Stan’s liking, but it isn’t long before the boys have to go home. They pack up their belongings and head out of the library.
Stan hates walking behind them, seeing Ford buddy up with the guy. Stan wants to be the only one to make Ford smile, laugh, to be his one and only. Stan knows Ford doesn’t want the same thing. It hurt Stan to admit it to himself. The person he loves the most in the world is within his reach, but he can’t hold him in his arms. He can't be with him.
Stan breaks out of his thoughts when Ford taps him on the shoulder. When Stan looks up, they are at the entrance of their school, and Jim is nowhere to be seen. “You ok, Stanley? It seems like you’ve got something on your mind.” “Oh, it’s nothing, Sixer.” Stan replies, not looking Ford in the eye.
Ford doesn’t buy it; he could see something was eating at Stan. “Hey, you can tell me Stanley, we share everything with each other. No matter what it is, I will understand where you’re coming from.” Ford says , placing his other hand on his shoulder to reassure him that he is there for him.
Hearing the words ‘no matter what’ felt like a punch to the gut to Stan. Cause he knew if Ford knew the truth, he would reject him and turn him back on him.
“I told you it’s nothing,” Stan declared, brushing Ford’s hands off him. “Stanley, something is bothering you, maybe if we just- “FORD!” Stan shouted, startling Ford. It wasn’t Stan's intention to shout, but he wanted Ford to drop the hold. ‘I’m your brother, you can talk to me about anything act.’ Because Stan can’t tell him what’s really bugging him.
“It’s nothing, ok, so just drop it.” Stan mumbles, not looking Ford in the face..
“Oh, ok, I-I’m sorry Stanley,-let’s head home.” Ford stutters
Stan can hear the sorrow in Ford's voice. Ford is concerned about him and he let his built up frustration out on him.
“Ford, wait,” Stan insists, grabbing Ford’s wrist and turning Ford to face him. “Look, I’m sorry for shouting at you I didn’t mean to. I know you were only worried about me and wanted to help the best way you could.” Stan explains, looking Ford in the eye making sure they’re aren’t any signs of tears.
“It’s ok, Stanley, I was being too pushy. I know we share everything, but I know we also have our own personal boundaries too.” Ford lowers his head.
Stan realizes shouting at Ford wasn’t the best thing to do, due to when their dad would shout at him. Ford would go up to their room and cry. Stan would do his best to comfort him and do everything in his power not to go punch Filbrick square in the face.
“Come on, when we get home, I’ll tell you all about it.” Stan promises, throwing his arm around Ford, causing a soft sweet smile to form on Ford’s face, making Stan's heart glow. Stan is growing weary of carrying his heavy conscience, hiding his forbidden love for Ford; he is going to tell him how he feels. All he hopes is that he doesn’t lose the one thing he cares about, his brother.
When they arrive back home, they notice their parents’ car isn’t parked behind the building. Stan is relieved, he doesn’t want them to be around when he tells Ford his feelings. There’s a note left for them on the coffee table which reads:
“Boys, your father and I need to visit your auntie Stella. Something very important came up on short notice and we didn’t have time to wait. There are some leftovers in the fridge for when you boys get hungry. Behave yourselves and don’t cause any trouble while we’re gone. We’ll be back in two days and take care of each other.
With much love, ma
“Well, it looks like we got the house to ourselves.” Ford picks up the note and heads toward the stairs. Before he could take the first step, Stan grabs the sleeve of his dress shirt.
“Ford, I’m ready to tell ya.” Stan takes Ford's wrist and leads him to the living room. They drop their bookbags down and sit on the couch.
Stan can’t keep bottling up his true feelings for Ford. Every day he feels like he’s drowning in his thoughts of losing him. Then today seeing Jim and Ford together, almost swapping saliva, nearly made Stan’s heart stop. It feels like Ford’s slipping away from him and that scares him more than anything in the world.
Stan fiddles with his fingers for a few minutes, trying to find the right words to say. Ford places his hand on Stan’s shoulder and speaks. “It’s ok Stanley, take all the time you need.” After a short pause, Stan speaks, “Okay, so for a while now I’ve had feelings for someone.”
“You mean, you have a crush on someone, Stanley?”
“No, it’s more than a crush, it feels like…. love. I’m in love with someone, Sixer.” Stan keeps his head down as he continues to fiddle with his fingers.
“Oh, so you have fallen in love with someone, and are you afraid to tell them how you feel?” Ford asked, hitting the nail on the head.
Stan nods his head.
“Well, I’m not the best when it comes to this type of stuff, usually this is more up your alley.” Ford stated, trying to figure out what kind of advice he can give Stan.
“Yeah, right? Look at me, I'm afraid to tell him how I feel.” Stan grumbles, but he realizes a little too late that he’s disclosed the person’s gender.
“Him? Stanley, have you fallen in love with a guy?”
“Well, I maybe…sort have… fallen for a guy.” Stan still can’t look Ford in the eyes.
“Do you have interest in other guys as well?” Ford asks, curious about Stan’s self-exploration.
“Not really, I’ve glanced at some guys, but I wouldn’t want to be with them. I still have interest in girls too, but I only want to be with him. Him and him alone.” Stan feels his face warm up.
“What is he like?” “Well, he’s smart, cute, he has the world’s most beautiful smile and eyes.” Stan’s lips curl up into a soft smile. “Every day, when I look at him, I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him, and tell him how much I love him. But he’ll never love me back the way I love him.” His eyes become a bit misty.
“Don’t say never Stanley, there is a probability that he will return your feelings, so I wouldn’t lose hope.”
“No, he won’t, and besides he likes some other guy.” Stan scoffs, crossing his arms, slouching back on the couch. He’s no longer gloomy, but rather upset at the fact he feels like Ford likes Jim.
“Well, at least you know he likes guys too, why not try telling him how you feel?” “Are you even listening to me, Sixer? He won't like me back, no matter what!” “Sorry Stanley, I was only suggesting-,“
”Forget it, I should have just kept my mouth shut.” Stan marches out of the living room toward the front door.
“S-Stanley where are you going?” Ford stumbles as he gets up to follow Stan.
“Out!”
”But it’s almost 7:00! It’ll be dark soon. You know we can’t go out at night without our parents' permission.” Ford catches up to Stan.
Stan grabs the doorknob,
Ford grabs his hand, stopping them both right in front of the door. “Please Stanley, I didn't mean to upset you, I was only trying to help.” Ford speaks sincerely.
Stan hates hearing Ford talk in that tune, knowing that he can only hear when Ford is concerned about him; not through love or compassion, but through pity he has for his brother.
“Why does it matter to you where I go, or whether or not I tell a guy I like how I feel?” Stan clenches his hand into a fist, feeling his stomach swirl with anger.
“Stanley you’re my brother, my twin brother, of course whatever you’re going through matters to me. It will always matter to me.” Ford explained, walking around positioning himself between Stan and the door.
“No, it won’t, you say that now, but you’ll me behind and run off somewhere with Jim!” Stan retorts a bit louder than he intended.
“L-leave you behind? Run off with Jim? Stanley, why would I do that?” “Oh, come on Ford, I see the way you two look at each other, how you let him touch you. Soon enough you’ll realize you’re in love with him, and you won’t need me anymore. You’ll forget all about me and leave me behind.” Stan tears up again.
Ford gently places his hands on both of Stan’s shoulders, “Stanley, I would never leave you behind, and I most definitely won’t forget about you. You’re the most important person in my life, I would never forgive myself if I ever turned my back on you.” Ford wraps his arms around Stan.
Ford feels his shoulder dampen, so he pulls back to get a look at Stan. To his surprise, Stan had tears rolling down his face.
Stan pulls Ford back into the hug, but this time it's a tight hug. Ford’s words really got to Stan, hearing Ford say that, sounded like a declaration of love to Stan.
They stood in silence for a good minute, until Stan spoke. “Ford, I have something to tell you, it’s about the guy I like.” Ford rubs Stan’s back, signaling him to continue.
“The reason why I’m afraid to tell him my true feelings is because I’m afraid that I would lose him, and the thought of losing him scares me a lot.” Stan mumbles into Ford’s ear, tightening the hug, feeling the pressure slowing building up in him.
Ford remained silent, letting Stan tell him at his own pace, not wanting to interrupt him.
“I enjoy waking up every day, knowing he is right there in front of me. Knowing I can see him whenever I want. Wishing I could spend every day, for the rest of my life with him by my side,” Stan continues.
Ford gently pulls back to get a look at Stan’s face, feeling his brother’s grip loosen. Looking Stan in the eye, he sees damp tear marks on his cheeks. Ford gently cups Stan’s face with his hands and wipes away the tear marks with his thumb. He gave Stan a soft smile and gentle nod, to assure that he is still listening.
This gives Stan the push he needs to continue. “And the reason I know he won’t feel the same about it because…” Stan trails off. The pressure inside him builds up like a pot about to boil over. Ford continues to rub Stan’s cheeks with his thumbs,assuring him to take his time.
“We share the same bedroom…” Stan finishes, refusing to look Ford in the eyes.
“You share a bedroom with him? That can’t be Stanley, the only person you share a bedroom with…. is….me.” Ford is left speechless, realizing just what Stan said. He thinks back to everything Stan said about the guy he likes, and how he would run off with Jim.; it all makes sense. All those sweet and wonderful things were about him. His face heats up.
He finally processed what Stan said. Strange part about it, he didn’t react in disgust, but instead he's flustered.
“Does Ford feel the same way?” Stan thinks to himself. He puts his thoughts to the test, Stan slowly leans forward, leaving only a few inches between them. Ford doesn’t back away, he stands there keeping eye contact with Stan. They are now forehead-to-forehead, staring deeply into each other’s eyes. Testing to see if his thoughts are true, Stan closes his eyes and gently presses his lips against Ford’s. His brother’s lips are soft and warm, just like his smile. Breaking their kiss, Stan slowly pulls back to get a proper look at Ford’s face. To Stan's surprise, Ford’s face is a shade of light pink. A million thoughts run through his head, questioning if Ford liked him too. “Does he feel the same way? He didn’t push me away, he must like me back, right? Or does he feel disgusted? Is trying to figure out how to let me down gently?”
Stan’s thoughts break as Ford grabs his shirt collar and pulls him back in for another kiss. Ford is kissing him, really kissing him.
Without hesitation, Stan pins Ford against the door, not breaking the kiss. Stan pushes his tongue into Ford’s mouth, wanting to taste him more, wanting to feel him more. Their tongues rub against each other. French kissing Ford was something had dreamed of doing for so long, but nothing beats the real thing. It’s sweet and warm, a sensation that Stan can’t get enough of. Stan’s hands began to roam Ford’s body, venturing the uncharted territory he was always yearning to explore.
While Stan enjoys his expedition, there is something that stood in his way: Ford’s clothes. Stan wants to feel Ford’s skin…no, he wants to taste it.
Stan breaks their kiss and rests his forehead against Ford’s. They stand catching their breath, until Stan speaks. “Say Sixer, how do you feel about all of this…about me having feelings for ya?”
Ford lowered his eyes looking at the floorboards below them. “I feel…strange, but in a good way. It's just all new to me. Finding out that you like some guy was one thing, but hearing that the guy is me was a heartstopper; and I’m aware that this isn’t acceptable by any standards. The thought of us continuing this is dangerous and scary.”
Thinking that Ford doesn’t feel the same way, Stan feels a twinge of pain in his chest.
Until Ford musters, “But…I want more Stanley…I want more of you. I want to be with you, no matter how dangerous or scary it is.” Ford cups Stan’s face with his hands. “Because being with you makes me feel safe, appreciated, and…loved. You're always there for me, comforting me whenever I’m down. You’re the sunshine that chases my worries away, and I would be an idiot if I didn’t see that. What I’m trying to say is…Yes, Stanley, I feel the same way.”
Ford sees Stan’s eyes gloss a few tears slide down Stan’s face, but Ford wipes them away, gently rubbing his thumbs against Stan’s cheeks.
Stan gathers himself, “Ford, can I touch you?”
Ford smiles, pulling Stan in for a sweet and tender kiss. “You don’t have to ask, but how about we go somewhere more comfortable?” He taps on the front door behind Stan.
“Oh yeah, wanna continue this on my bunk?” Stan asked.
Ford nods. He takes his hand and leads the way to their room, feeling a rush of adrenaline through his body.
Upon entering their bedroom, Stan pulls Ford into the room and pins him against the door. Their lips mesh together, returning to their tongue-on-tongue action. Stan starts grinding up against one of Ford’s legs. Earning a moan out of him, Stan is getting hungry for a physical connection. He pulls Ford’s sweater vest off, throwing it behind him. Keeping up the pace, he unbuttons Ford’s dress shirt, not missing one button. Tossing the shirt to the floor, Stan steps back to get a good look at Ford’s chest.
“Wow Sixer, I never noticed how pretty your nipples are.” Stan teased, examining Ford’s chest. His fingers glided across Ford’s skin making their way to his nipple; gently pinching and teasing them.
“Ah~ Stanley” Ford moans, leaning his head back on the door.
Seeing Ford’s neck exposed, Stan latches his lips onto him. Kissing and sucking on his neck leaving marks, making sure they're visible, so Jim would notice them next time he gets a little too friendly with him. He works his way down, trailing from Ford’s neck, to his Adam’s apple, to collar bone, and now to his chest. He plants kisses on Ford’s nipples, before massaging them with his mouth. Taking one nipple in at a time, Stan ran circles around them with his tongue, causing Ford moans to grow louder; Hearing the sound of Ford’s moans is intoxicating to Stan. He wants to hear more of it, he wants to hear Ford screaming his name.
“W-wait Stanley, you’re going too fast for m-me.” Ford whined.
His body jerks forward due to Stan gently biting his nipples. Ford cups his face, ushering him to come back to his level. Bring him back up and locking lips again. Stan feels Ford tugging his shirt trying to take it off. Stan lifts his arms, so Ford could pull his shirt off. Once he takes Stan’s shirt off, Ford takes a moment to admire Stan’s muscular build, running his twelve digits over from Stan’s biceps trailing down to his belly.
“Stanley, I don’t have much experience with this sort of thing. Can you teach me what to do?”
“It’s alright Sixer, I’ll take care of everything, you can just take notes, ok?” Stan chuckles, seeing Ford blush. Stan locks his fingers with Ford’s and guides him over to the bunk bed.
Stan takes Ford’s glasses off and places them on their desk. He gently ushers Ford on his bed, the bottom bunk. Stan takes a moment to drink in the sight in front of him. Ford is on his bed waiting for him, wanting him just as much as he wanted Ford.
Seeing Stan lost in his thoughts, Ford reaches up, placing his hands on Stan’s face, pulling him slowly down onto the bed with him. “Normally it’s you who is pulling me out of my head, so I thought I would return the favor.” Ford places a kiss on Stan’s forehead.
“I couldn’t help but admire the beautiful sight in front of me.” Stan replies, causing Ford's face to turn a bright shade red.
Hovering over top of Ford, Stan lowers himself down onto him and presses his lips against Ford’s. Feeling that same warm and soft sensation, he spreads Ford’s legs apart, positioning his groin right at Ford’s lower entrance as he stiffens. Suddenly Stan felt something poking his stomach and realized that Ford was hard. He slides one of his hands down, slipping it into Ford’s pants to feel his erection.
“S-Stanley…” Ford moans, breaking their kiss, feeling Stan’s hand teasing his cock. The sound plunges Stan’s ears, filling him with lustful desires.
Stan withdraws his hand from Ford’s pants and unbuckles Ford’s belt, sliding it out of the loops and tosses it aside. Pinching the zipper, Stan slowly unzipped Ford’s pants, allowing the cotton beneath to breathe, grabbing both sides of his pants. He slides Ford’s pants down to his ankles. Noticing that Ford still had his socks on, Stan gently pulled them along with his pants, and tossed them off the bed,leaving Ford only in his underwear.
Stan gently glides his fingertips along Ford’s skin starting from Ford’s ankles up to his thighs, causing Ford to shiver out a moan. Reaching Ford’s groin, he planted kisses on the white cotton briefs. Stan finds a wet stain where Ford’s cock is pushing against the cotton; Ford’s leaking pre-cum, and Stan was dying to taste it.
He pulls Ford’s underwear down, allowing his cock to spring up like a jack in the box. Starting from the base of Ford’s cock, Stan trails his tongue from the base to the tip; taking the head in his mouth, running his tongue over the slickness.
“Ah,~” Ford runs one of hands through Stan’s hair.
Stan repositions himself, laying down propping himself up with his elbows. He put Ford’s right leg over his right shoulder, and spread his left leg out. He starts to bob his head up and down, going at a slow and steady pace, enjoying the heavenly taste of his brother’s cock. He works the shaft with his tongue as he goes down on Ford's cock, ringing moans out of the elder twin. Stan decides to go a little farther down on Ford’s cock, as he does, he feels Ford’s hand gripping his hair.
“A-Ah, Sta-lee…..that f-feels good.” Ford hisses, gripping the bed sheets with his other hand.
Stan pulls back slightly, letting Ford’s cock pop out of his mouth before moving down to his ballsack, burying his nose between Ford’s sack and thigh, breathing in Ford’s intoxicating musk. Stan stuck his tongue out, running it over the skin, eventually taking Ford’s sack in his mouth, sucking on it, while using his tongue to massage the tender skin.
“F-f-fuck S-Stan-lee, ah~,” Ford throws his head back, his hand clenching bed sheets. Feeling Stan's tongue roam all over his sack. Stan slowly pulls off Ford’s sack letting out a *pop* sound, before planting light kisses on it. Stan makes his way back to Ford, kissing his body along the way.
“Mmm, you taste so good, Sixer.” Stan grins before leaning down locking lips with Ford.
Wrapping his arms around Stan’s upper torso, Ford pulls him down on top of him. Kissing Stan is becoming very addicting to Ford, he can’t get enough of it. Having Stan inside his mouth is exhilarating. Without realizing his actions, Ford has his legs wrapped around Stan’s hips and starts grinding his cock on Stan’s belly.
“Oh, someone is ready to be plugged I see.” Stan growls, breaking their kiss.
Feeling incomplete, Ford wants more. He needs Stan inside of him. He moves his arms from around Stan, and places his hands on both sides of Stan’s face. Ford looks him in the eye, feeling desperate to have Stan inside of him.
“Stanley I-I feel so empty inside. P-please I want you…I-I need you inside me, Stanley.” Ford pleads, leaving Stan speechless.
He can’t believe Ford just said that to him. Normally he could only dream of Ford saying something like that. Hearing Ford beg for him to be inside of him, filled Stan with appetency.
“Don’t ya worry Sixer, I’m gonna go so deep in ya that I’ll have you hitting high notes.” Stan growls, rubbing the erection in his jeans against Ford’s lower entrance. “But I need to prepare you first, so I need to get something.” Stan plants a kiss on Ford’s forehead. Not wanting to let Stan go, Ford slowly releases his grip.
“I’ll be back right back, I promise.” Stan whispers, sending chills down Ford’s body. Hearing Stan’s deep voice, so close to his ear made Ford quake to his core. He watches Stan walk out of the room, admiring his physique, especially how his jeans hugged his plump bottom.
Even after only a short period of time, Ford is already craving to have him back on top of him.
Stan walks back into the room with a tube of liquid.
“What’s that?” Ford rolls on his side to face Stan.
“It’s pop’s lube,” Stan replies.
“HIS WHAT?! If he finds out we used it, he’ll kill us!” Ford sits up, trembling.
“Relax Sixer, he won’t find out. He had it hidden behind his beer stash, and besides it looks like he used it a couple times. I doubt he’ll notice we used it.”
Walking back to the bed, Stan leans down in front of Ford, cradling Ford’s face in one of his hands, and asks, “Hey, you trust me, right?”
Looking into Stan's sweet and calming eyes, Ford nods his head.
“You have nothing to worry about, I got this, ok?” Stan gives Ford a quick peck on the lips.
“Ok Stanley, you have my full trust.” Ford pulls Stan back in for a deeper kiss.
“Now let’s get you ready so I can give you whatcha been begging for.” Stan grins, causing Ford’s face to turn a bright shade of red. Stan strips, now mirroring Ford; he’s nude and ready to feel complete.
He climbs back on the bed and pops the cap off the lube bottle. Ford repositions himself, laying on his back with his legs up. Ford is feeling a bit nervous, watching Stan as he poured some of the lube onto two of his fingers. Stan positions his hand over Ford’s entrance, gently rubbing his fingers around it.
“Sixer, I’m starting with one finger, but if something hurts let me, got it?” Stan explains, Ford just nods his head feeling his nerves rising.
Stan slowly inserts one finger into Ford’s entrance; earning a whine out of Ford, slowly working his finger in and out Ford’s hole. It’s not long until Stan adds a second finger, working the two fingers to sketch Ford’s anus.
“A-ah Stan-lee,” Ford moans, feeling Stan's thick fingers penetrating him. Having Stan’s fingers inside of him makes his body heat up exponentially.
“You like that? Huh Sixer?” Stan growls, stroking himself. Stan becomes desperate to be inside of Ford, but he doesn’t want Ford’s first time to be painful. He carefully adds a third finger and he can tell they were just about ready.
Ford cries, “S-Stanley, I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside me please.”
“Alright Sixer, I’m gonna fill ya up real good, you hear?” Stan listens to his brother’s cries as he slowly pulls out his fingers. Grabbing both of Ford’s legs holding them up, he lines himself up with Ford’s hole. Taking hold of his cock, Stan informs Ford saying, “Ok Sixer, I’m putting it in now,” allowing Ford to brace himself. Slowly pushing the tip of his cock in, Stan glances at Ford to see how he’s doing.
Ford clenches the bed sheets with his eyes closed
“Ford you oh ok?” Stan asked.
“I’m fine, you just keep going.” Ford feels Stan’s thick cock slowly pushing into him, making Ford's body tense up. Suddenly, he feels something poking his stomach; he opens his eyes and sees Stan all the way in him.
Stan can’t believe he’s balls deep inside of Ford. He can feel Ford’s insides clenching around his cock, begging Stan to pound his guts. Not wanting to waste any time, places his hands on both of Ford’s hips. “Ok Sixer, I’m going to start moving.” Stan starts slowly moving his hips, feeling Ford’s insides squeezing with each thrust.
“A-ah,~” Ford whispers, feeling Stan slowly rocking his cock back and forth in him; his insides cling onto Stan’s cock begging for more. “S-Stanley can you, ah go a bit faster, please?” Ford asked, moaning the last word out.
“Anything for you, Sixer,” Stan replis. Picking up the pace, Stan starts to thrust faster, causing Ford moans to grow louder. The room floods with the sounds of skin slapping against each other, Stan’s mattress creaking, and Ford’s lustful moans.
“F-fuck Sixer, it feels, so damn good inside of you.” Ford’s insides feel warm and squishy, the best feeling in the world to Stan.
“A-ah, more Stanley I, ah need more.” Ford cries, feeling heat flow through his body.
“Mmm, someone is quite demanding,” Stan growls before pulling out of Ford, leaving the tip of his cock in and thrusting it back inside Ford.
“STAN-L-LEE,” Ford cried out, feeling Stan’s cock suddenly slammed inside of him, making Ford quiver with unexplainable pleasure.
“Anything else my beautiful prince would like to request?” Stan leans over top of Ford ready awaiting his next request.
“C-can you kiss me again?” Ford asks, feeling Stan moving inside of him.
“I thought you would never ask” Stan locks lips and french kisses Ford. Wrapping his arms around Stan, Ford clings onto Stan as his brother slams his cock inside of deep inside of him.
“MMuhp,” Ford moans while kissing Stan, as he feels Stan wrecking his insides. However, Stan pulls back this time and shoves his cock back in Ford. Stan had hit Ford’s prostate, causing Ford to break the kiss and throwing his head back against the mattress.
“AH F-FUCK STANLEY!” Ford cries, tightening his hold on Stan.
“Whoa! You ok, Sixer? I didn’t hurt ya, did I?” Stan slows down his momentum, worried that he might have put too much force into that last thrust.
“I-I’m fine Stanley, it just felt really g-good when you thrust f-fast inside me,” Ford stutters, reassuring Stan that he caused him pleasure and not pain.
Ford lifts his head back up and kisses Stan’s face. “Can you please do it again?” Ford whispers into Stan’s ear, planting a kiss on his earlobe. Suddenly, Ford feels Stan’s cock expand inside of him.
Obeying Ford’s request, Stan picks up the pace again, slamming his cock deep inside of Ford. Hitting Ford’s prostate again, causing him to cry out Stan’s name. Ford’s moans flood Stan’s mind, filling him with deep and dark desires. Ford belongs with him and no one else. Stan is going to make sure Ford understands that as well.
“You like that? Huh Sixer? You like it when I pound your inside into mush? Jim can’t fuck you like I can, hell nobody can.” Stan barks, feeling Ford’s insides clinging onto him as he thrusts in him.
“FUCK! A-AH STAN-LEY, R-riGHT theRE!” Ford cries out; hearing Stan’s deep voice hypnotizes Ford. Hearing his voice made Ford want to obey his every command.
“Say that you're mine, say that you belong to me.” Stan commands, grabbing Ford’s hands and pinning them above his head.
“Ah, Stan-ley I-I’m ah,” Ford whines, seeing Stan’s dark lustful gaze piercing his body.
“Come on say it!” Stan demands, taking his other hand grabbing Ford’s cock and rubbing his thumb over the tip.
“A-AH, I-I’m YOurs S-Stanley ah, I beLONg t-To You!” Ford cries out. Stan loves hearing Ford moan while he plays with his cock. Ford feels the pressure build up inside, a rush of heat coursing through his body, his knees tensing up Ford feels like he is about to explode.
“S-Stanley ah, I’m about to c-cum” Ford whines, as his insides clenched down on Stan’s cock.
“I-I think I am too,” Stan adds.
With one last thrust, Stan shoots his hot, creamy, load inside Ford.
Ford’s load splatters on Stan’s belly, with some of it also dripping on Stan’s hand.
Stan releases Ford’s arms leaning back up, looking down at Ford’s quivering body. He finally had sex with Ford, and it was the best thing ever . Noticing Ford’s gaze on him, Stan takes the hand covered in Ford’s cum and licks it while Ford watches him.
“Mmmm tasty,” Stan teases, sliding his tongue over his hand making sure to get every drop of Ford’s delicious seed.
Stan slowly pulls out his softening cock, watching Ford’s hole twitch as his load rolls out, like jelly oozing out of jelly donut. Trailing his gaze back up to Ford’s, Stan admires the sight in front of him. He made a total mess of his brother…a hot, sexy, beautiful mess.
Now feeling exhaustion creeping in from their sexual activity, Stan stands up from the bottom bunk and reaches up to the top bunk to grab one of Ford’s pillows.
Ford watches Stan with slightly blurry vision, but clear enough to make out what he’s doing.
Stan places the pillow from Ford’s bunk beside his own, Ford scoots up and lays his head on the pillow before patting the spot beside him, gesturing to Stan to join him. Stan slides into bed next to Ford, placing an arm around him, pulling him in.
They lay in silence for a moment until Ford speaks, “Stanley?”
”Yeah, Sixer?” Stan responds.
”Did you mean all the things you said earlier? Y-y’know, wanting to spend the rest of life with me and stuff?” Ford traces circles with his index finger in the palm of Stan’s hand.
“I meant every word of it, Sixer. I love you more than anything in the world.” Stan moves his arm from around Ford and places his hand on Ford’s face, gently rubbing his cheek with his thumb. “Sixer, you are my world, you are everything. Having you by my side is the only thing I want. There is nothing the world could offer that would make me change how I feel about you.”
Ford’s heart skips a beat.
“ Stan wants to be with me,” Ford says to himself, leaning closer to Stan saying, “Thank you, for sharing feelings with me, Stanley.” He looks him in the eye, placing his hand on top of Stan’s, “And I-I want to explore more of this, I want to explore all of this with you Stanley.”
Hearing Ford admit that he wants to be with him, Stan closes the little gap between them and presses their lips together, giving Ford a warm and tender kiss.
“Now, how about we get some rest? We can clean ourselves up tomorrow,” Ford says, breaking their kiss.
“Yeah, I could use some shut eye,” Stan yawns, placing his arm back around Ford.
Their bodies huddle up close together, feeling the warmth of their bodies bathe each other. Their hearts beat in sync, beating as one. “Good night, Stanley,” Ford whispers, as his eyes close shut, “I-I love you”
Stan smiles as he hears his brother’s sleepy confession, “Good night, Sixer, and I love you too.” Stan grins, before drifting off to sleep.
