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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Stanford_Pines/Stanley_Pines
  Character:
      Grunkle_Stan_|_Stanley_"Stanford"_Pines, The_Author_|_Original_Stanford
      Pines
  Additional Tags:
      Teenage_Stan_Twins, Shotgunning, under_age_drinking
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-11 Words: 4771
****** Taste of Whiskey & Sex ******
by MommaVanillaBear
Summary
     With a fistful of cash, a bottle of Whiskey, and a few stolen Cigars,
     the Stan twins' have no where to go but to their special place to
     allow themselves to finally be free.
     Free of their parents,
     and Free to be themselves.
It’s wrong…
It’s sick…
But oh lord were they addicted…
 
With bated breath the older of the Stan twins watched as the old rusted
Chevrolet pulled away from the curb, the front door open just a crack for him
to peek out- waiting until he could no longer see the back of the car before
shutting the door closed. The house was eerily quiet without their parents
being home- the television was usually always on for their Father to watch the
game, and the kitchen filled with the sounds of their mother cooking- but with
the two of them gone there was not a sound to be heard other than the sounds of
footsteps being heard from upstairs where the younger of the twins’ was busy
packing up for their own ‘weekend get-away’. Adjusting his glasses Stanford
pushed away from the door, his body felt jittery with excitement, his eyes
practically dilated with joy- it wouldn’t be long until they had everything
packed; with shaking hands Stanford slipped a small key out from his front
pocket, the key itself was an odd sight- an old skeleton key belonging to an
antique chest that rested in the pawn shops’ window- but it was what was inside
the chest that Stanford was interested in. Stanford waited just a moment long
to make sure their parents were truly gone before heading out down the stoop
stairs to get to the pawn shop door- feeling a bit like a burglar Stanford
unlocked the padlock, slipping through the partially opened door after making
sure no one had saw- without bothering to turn on the lights Stanford felt his
way to the display case in the window, his six fingered hands quick in slipping
the glass off as he reached for the real prize- the chest.
Licking his lips Stanford slipped the key into the rusted lock, the familiar
click sending shivers down his spine; he could practically smell the gentle
scent of tobacco wafting outwards from the hidden case, a smile spreading on
Stanford’s face as he plucked a few of the cigars from the case, placing them
carefully in his front breast pocket before locking the chest back up. With
practiced ease Stanford had the glass back on the case, there was no way to
tell that someone had moved the case- and only when he was sure to wipe the
glass clean of his finger prints did he leave the shop and headed back inside
the main house to check up on Stanley.
The tattered suit case was packed with their clothing- a few added bottles and
items were added last just before the securing hooks were snapped into place-
amongst those bottles however was one that was unmarked, long in shape with a
thick base, the amber colored liquid secured inside by a corked top; Stanley
was craving for the contents of the bottle but knew better than to open it,
after all, when the time came for it to be opened he knew it would be worth the
wait. Dressed in a pair of worn out jeans and skin tight white T-shirt Stanley
hefted the suit case over his left shoulder, turning the rooms’ light off,
leaving the bedroom with a fist full of dollars. Heading down the stairs to the
main floor of the house Stanley called out to his twin, the crumpled bills
being dropped into Stanford’s waiting hand as they met down at the bottom of
the stairs; still smiling Stanford carefully counted the mixture of earned and
stolen bills, nodding as he tucked them into the breast pocket of his gold
colored shirt.
“Fifty dollars, good job Stanley.” Stanford smirked, pressing a kiss to his
twins’ cheek, just above his bandage, their eyes locking when Stanford pulled
away. “Ready to go?”
“I’m ready.” Stanley mirrored his twins’ expression, following after him as the
light to the hallway was flicked off, the door locked securely behind them;
stepping out into the cool night air Stanley felt the ticklish sensation of
‘butterflies’ in his stomach, every step feeling like a mile as the two of them
made their way down the deserted side walk- it was a route they have taken a
few times, exactly four miles away by the beach front was an old motel with a
half lit neon sign- each room smelt of bleach and ocean air with shag
carpeting, but to the two of them it was their safe haven. It was a room where
they could finally feel free, free to be themselves, and free of the fear that
they felt each and every night when they went home- for it was only a matter of
time before their parent’s found out, and when that happened they didn’t stand
a chance. Yet in that motel room, despite all the cheap light sources and the
rock hard beds, they were finally free.
 
“One room for the night please.” Stanford kept his voice soft as he passed the
crumpled bills to the woman at the front desk, there were never any questions,
never any looking for the I.D’s, only a feint nod and the passing of keys from
her hands to theirs. “Thank you.”
The woman never glanced up from the cash in her hands, only nodded at
Stanford’s words; with the key to Room 109 securely in Stanford’s pocket the
two of them made their way from the ‘main office’ to the chipped painted door,
a rusted plaque reading ‘109’ in the dim lighting of the parking lot street
lamps. Taking several tries the door was finally unlocked, and with it came the
sudden surge of excitement as the lights flickered on and the suit case was
dropped on the bed. The door was barely shut by the time Stanford has his lips
on Stanley’s, their chest pressed together as hands sought out hands; Stanley
felt the cold rush run through him as Stanford nipped on his bottom lip,
feeling Stanford’s hands stroking his plumped belly softly- the sensations
emitting a soft groan from his lips. With the rest of the world forgotten
Stanley kissed back hungrily, his tongue stroking against Stanford’s, his eyes
fluttering closed when the cold wood of the door was pressed against his back,
only then realizing Stanford was leaning against him.
“Go get changed, I want this night to be a good one.” Stanford groaned, finally
tearing himself away from Stanley, his eyes darkened with desire, taking a step
back he began to undo the snaps on the suit case, his mouthwatering at what was
soon to come.
“Of course, you get yourself comfortable.” Stanley softly pushed his twin out
of the way, snatching up a few articles of clothing before turning to give
Stanford a wink, swaying his hips and humming as he headed for the connected
bathroom.
Rolling his eyes softly as his twins’ antics Stanford flipped on the television
set that rested on the dresser, flipping through the channels until he found
the news; with the news playing softly in the background Stanford unbuttoned
his gold colored shirt, the article of clothing dropping to the ground as he
carefully slipped on a white buttoned down dress shirt that Ma had bought him,
and lazily draped a tie around his neck. Plucking a few bottles from the suit
case Stanford rested them on the night stand, resting the stolen cigars
carefully next to the bottle of aged whiskey before heading to the cheap coffee
maker to steal two plastic cups; it wasn’t the ideal setting, but getting onto
the bed and resting back against the head board with a few pillows behind his
back he couldn’t help but feel as if he was in heaven. Waiting patiently
Stanford eyed a thick cigar, the itch to light it becoming almost unbearable as
he watched the television set, the soft sound of the bathroom door catching his
attention.
“My, my, don’t you look comfortable?” Stanley called out as he stood in the
door way of the bathroom, his hands on his hips as he grinned at his twin;
Stanley once felt nervous wearing such an outfit, but after wearing one like it
so many times he couldn’t help but feel comfortable as he stood in the door
way, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.
“I’d feel even more comfortable with you over here.” Stanford shot back
playfully, his eyes darkening once more with desire as he glanced at his twin,
his mouth going bone dry at the sight; it was never often that Stanley dressed
up for him, but when Stanley did, he went full out- slowly sauntering over to
the bed Stanley showed off his crimson corset, black lace running across the
bottoms and the tops of the built in bra cups accentuating his chubby breasts-
the matching sheer black panties made up entirely of lace with dark thigh high
stocking attached by a thin, almost invisible string. Without needing to be
told twice Stanley slipped onto the bed, crawling up to where Stanford laid
before draping himself against his twins’ chest, eyes wide and pleading as he
softly begged for a drink.
Smiling silently Stanford stroked a hand through Stanley’s hair, the soft purr
that escaped his younger twin made him stroke his hair once more before
reaching out to the night stand to uncork the bottle of whiskey to fill one of
the glasses; bringing the plastic cup up to his lips Stanford took a swig, the
bitter liquid tingling his taste buds and burning the back of his throat as he
swallowed. Seeing the look on his twins’ face he laughed aloud, taking yet
another drink, however he tipped Stanley’s chin up and pressed his lips to
Stanley’s as he drained the whiskey into his twins’ mouth, licking Stanley’s
tongue clean of the liqueur. Once more Stanford repeated the process, his
tongue slipping in between Stanley’s lips as he tasted the bitterness and
natural sweetness of Stanley’s tongue, his hands stroking Stanley’s throat to
get him to swallow. Lazily Stanley wrapped an arm around his twin’s shoulder,
their chests pressed together as Stanley lapped at Stanford’s tongue, licking
up the final remnants of the whiskey; a shiver jolted down Stanley’s spine as
he felt his twins’ hand rest against the curve of his rump, the six fingers
kneading and tapping against the sheer clothed cheek. Stanley jumped when he
felt the other hand on his backside, both hands kneading and squeezing in
unison as Stanford’s tongue swirled and pinned Stanley’s tongue down, a bit of
saliva dripping down his chin.
The television was a dull roar in the background as Stanley broke off the kiss,
reaching out as he searched the night stand blindly, only pulling back when he
had a cigar and a lighter in hand. Moving closer Stanley straddled his twins’
thighs, the cigar being lit in front of Stanford’s face as Stanley took a slow
drag; tapping Stanford’s chin softly Stanley blew the smoke into Stanford’s
mouth, his eyes watching the smoke with interest before taking another drag,
this time holding it in till his eyes prickled with tears before blowing it out
once more. Stanford groaned as he inhaled the second hand smoke, reaching out
he cupped Stanley’s silk clad breasts, his fingers slipping under the materials
as he rubbed the tender stubs of his nipples- another puff of smoke was tasted
on Stanford’s tongue- the sweetness of the tobacco and his brother’s breath
made it all the more delicious.
“You’re amazing Stanley, so good at this.” Stanford pinched the delicate stubs,
breathing in deeply as Stanley offered him the other end of the cigar, holding
it carefully as to not burn either one of them as Stanford continued to tease
his sensitive breasts. “God, I want you, so sweet.”
Stanley rocked playfully against Stanford’s thighs, the smoke feint as it left
his mouth- with the cigar almost three quarters smoked down it was snuffed out,
wiped several times on the night stand before it was placed down, forgotten as
Stanford reached for the bottle of whiskey and took a swig, swallowing half of
the mouth full before kissing the rest into Stanley’s mouth. Licking his lips
clean of the drink Stanley sat back, pulling the cups of the corset down as he
freed his chubby breasts from their confines before puffing his chest out ,
pressing closer as Stanford nipped down sharply on his neck, his teeth digging
in deep enough to bruise and trap the skin- a love bite that Stanley feared
would take days to fade.
“Not so rough.” Stanley panted, running a hand through Stanford’s thick
chocolate locks; his own head tilting back in order to expose more skin for
Stanford to bite. Feeling the next bite made Stanley’s toes curl, his mouth
falling open as he moaned out, begging softly for his twin to stop. “God…please
Stanford…God…Fuck!”
“Such language Stanley,” Stanford chuckled, licking at the roughly bitten skin
before kissing both spots, remarking proudly how the skin was already starting
to look bruised. Kissing up Stanley’s neck Stanford bit gently on the underside
of his jaw, his hands cupping Stanley’s breasts as they pinched and tugged on
his twins’ nipples in unison. “Such a dirty mouth when you drink.”
“Such a teaser when you smoke,” Stanley shot back, kissing Stanford’s lips
sweetly, “How about you lick my mouth clean if it’s so dirty?”
“I’ll be licking more than that.” Stanford teased, kissing back as he licked
Stanley’s lips, tracing them several times before pushing his tongue in between
Stanley’s lips, licking at his moist inner cheeks and tasting the smoke and
whiskery on his tongue. Stanford groaned as Stanley began to lazily unbutton
his shirt, the work callused fingers teasing the skin of his chest with each
button they worked free; lapping at Stanley’s tongue Stanford felt his twin
shiver in arousal, their groins pressed against one another- the bulge in
Stanford’s pants hard to miss as he ground his hips upwards to tease Stanley.
With all the buttons undone the shirt was shrugged off, the tie tossed to the
side with it as Stanley softly kissed Stanford’s neck, his teeth grazing the
skin of his twins’ neck, his kisses soft and lazy compared to Stanford’s- a
groan was heard as Stanford lulled his head back, giving Stanly more skin to
kiss and lick, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up when Stanley bit
gently down on his Adams’ apple. Unable to take much more of the teasing
Stanford nudged Stanley back, his mouth attacking Stanley’s left breast as he
kissed the tender skin of his nipple before nipping down hard enough to force a
cry from Stanley’s lips, his tongue licking the stub softly in apology. However
Stanley’s fingers were threaded through Stanford’s hair once more, silently
encouraging Stanford to nip down and suckle harder as his kneaded the right
breast roughly, his teeth softening as he kissed the tender side of Stanley’s
breast. Stanley’s hips rocked as Stanford continued lather his breasts in
kisses and licks, the teeth of his twin occasionally nipping down on his aching
nipples; Stanford reached around to slowly undo the many hooks of Stanley’s
corset, his face nuzzling in between Stanley’s breasts as he did so, his lips
peppering soft kisses to the sensitive skin, earning a gentle, airy laugh from
Stanley.
“F-fuck…” Stanley hissed softly, the corset slowly being pulled away, his belly
once more curving outwards after being sucked in tightly for so long- he could
feel Stanford’s fingers gliding down the curve, his navel being tickled softly
as Stanford kissed back up his neck, only stopping when he reached Stanley’s
lips; desperately Stanley kissed back, his eyes sliding closed as Stanford’s
fingers roamed further downwards, slipping under the band of Stanley’s panties
to snap the band against Stanley’s skin playfully. A squeak of surprise passed
Stanley’s lips as the band slapped against his skin several more times, the
tongue of his twin plunging into his mouth in order to silence him. Stanley
could taste the smoke and whiskey on Stanford’s tongue, the earthiness of it
all making his thoughts foggy as he kissed on the tongue, sucking on it gently
as his panties were slowly slipped down the curve of his rump, freeing his ever
hardening erection as Stanford lazily stroked his fingers further down his
thighs.
“Have I ever told you how cute you are when you wear these out fits?” Stanford
murmured as he stroked upwards, stopping as he cupped his twins’ sensitive sack
before lightly fondling and teasing it, ever careful as to not cause Stanley
pain. “When you look at me like that…fuck…Stanley you’re so beautiful. Wish Ma
and the old man were gone every weekend so we could do this…”
Unable to speak Stanley nodded, whimpering each time his sack was stroked by
Stanford’s finger nails, the fear of being twisted or tug on making it all the
more pleasurable as he leant forward to suck on Stanford’s right ear lobe, his
tongue tracing the shell of the ear. With the panties halfway down Stanley
began to rub his calves together to pull them and the rest of the thigh highs
down, ripping them in the process as he kicked them off, his legs able to
spread wider as he adjusted himself over Stanford’s clothed groin. Feeling the
fingers stroking from his sack to his backside Stanley moaned in content, the
tip of his cock rubbing against Stanford’s belly as he pressed closer, his head
tilting back in order to give Stanford room to bite on his neck as his fingers
slipped in between his chubby cheeks.
“F-fuck!” Stanley panted as he felt his twins’ teeth nipping down into his
neck, the pre-cum dribbling from his cock rubbing onto Stanford’s belly;
Stanley’s back arched forward as he felt a thick finger rub against his
puckered hole, the flesh quivering and tightening under the touch, “St-
Stanford! Jesus fuck!”
A sharp bite to Stanley’s neck forced him to become silent as Stanford tugged
on the trapped skin, pulling his mouth away.
“Stanley…god you’re going to be so tight!” Stanford teased, working the tip of
his middle finger into Stanley’s tightened hole, “Get on your back, I want to
try something.”
With reddened cheeks Stanley did as he was told, slowly moving off as
Stanford’s lap as he laid down beside his twin, legs pressed together as he
rested his arms behind his head, only relaxing when he felt a kiss to his
bandaged cheek.
“So good.” Stanford reached once more out to the night stand and took hold of
the glass bottle, taking a swig right before pressing his lips to Stanley’s,
feeding his twin half before swallowing the rest in his mouth. With a small
smile on Stanford’s face he slowly began to tip the bottle, just enough to
lightly dribble the whiskey onto Stanley’s breast and belly, pouring a bit into
his twins’ navel playfully. Much like a cat Stanford began to lap at the amber
fluid that dribbled down from Stanley’s chest, cherishing each lick that tasted
of Stanley and whiskey- suckling on Stanley’s nipples he was careful not to
bite as he cleansed them of the spilt drink, licking the skin clean before
moving down Stanley’s torso to do the same to his belly before playfully
lapping and licking at his navel. The gentle huffs of air passing through
Stanley’s lips encouraged him to continue licking- teasing his twin until he
deemed him clean. Sitting back on his heels however Stanford decided he was not
quite done- with a wicked smile Stanford began the quick work of removing his
own slacks, disposing them quickly to the floor as he once more got into
position; making a cup with his hand Stanford poured a bit of the whiskey into,
making quick work of coating his cock with the liquor, the watchful eyes of his
twin making him groan all the more as he did so. Playfully Stanford brought his
hand to Stanley’s mouth, a smirk stretching on his lips as he watched as
Stanley carefully sucked each finger clean, wrapping his tongue over each digit
several times to make sure that no whiskey was wasted, whimpering with need
however Stanley made it clear he wanted more.
More Whiskey.
More Stanford.
Moving up the bed to where Stanley’s head rested Stanford grabbed the headboard
and carefully straddled Stanley’s shoulders, his hips pressing
downwards as he guided his whiskey coated cock to Stanley’s mouth. With gusto
Stanley opened his mouth to take in as much of Stanford’s cock as he could, his
tongue swirling across the shaft of his twins’ cock in order to drink in all
the pre-cum and whiskey he could, careful to not dig his teeth into the shaft-
Stanley’s moans were muffled by the cock in his mouth, his lips tightening
around the base as he continued to suckle on it, occasionally moving his tongue
back to swipe teasingly at his brother’s slit- not wanting to waste anything
that Stanford had to offer him. With eyes wide and cheeks flushed Stanley
whimpered and moaned, only becoming satisfied when Stanford began to rock his
hips back and forth, sliding his cock deeper into his twins’ mouth with each
thrust, his own groans mixing in with Stanley’s. Thrusting deeper into
Stanley’s mouth Stanford gripped the head board tightly, his toes curling
tightly- the liquid heat of Stanley’s mouth engulfed him completely,
encouraging Stanford to thrust faster, his breath becoming ragged as he felt
himself close to orgasm- his fingers gripping the head board tighter until he
feared he would break the cheap wood. With a loud grunt Stanford cracked a
piece of the head board, cumming into his twins’ mouth as he continued to
thrust, unable to help himself as he thrusted till his cock rubbed the back of
Stanley’s mouth-near gagging his twin.
“Fuck! Christ, Stanley!” Stanford panted roughly, jerking his cock out of his
twins’ mouth as he ejaculated another burst of cum, the sticky liquid coating
Stanley’s lips and chin. “Gods…open your legs, I need you. Now.”
Licking the cum from his lips Stanley did as he was told, his legs spreading
widely as Stanley stroked himself lazily, watching his twin moving in between
his legs- Stanford’s cock still hard as he snatched the smaller glass bottle
from the nightstand, showing the label to Stanley with a smile as he cracked
off the cap, drizzling the lubricant into his hand as he began to coat his spit
covered cock, a groan slipping past his lips.
“I’ve been wanting this all month!” Stanley moaned as he spread his legs even
wider, reaching out to grab Stanford’s clean hand as he brought it to his
mouth, sucking lewdly on his twins’ extra finger as he felt the lubricated hand
slip between his cheeks, the fingers pressing against his puckered opening.
“Sitting in class…thinking about you slipping inside of me-ahh!”
A loud grunt was heard as Stanford’s thick finger penetrated him, the finger
hooking and unhooking as it thrusted into Stanley, a second digit entering
without warning. Biting onto the extra finger Stanley kept quiet- as he felt
his twin thrust a third finger inside of him the sweet burn caused him to cry
out as he was stretched even more.
“Shh, you’re okay. Just breathe Stanley,” Stanford cooed as he slipped his
fingers out, wiggling the extra pinky that was still inside Stanley’s mouth.
“So good, just like that, keep breathing, okay? I’m going to be gentle, I
promise.”
Stanley sucked on the wiggling finger rather than speaking, his legs rising up
to wrap around Stanford’s hips as he felt his twins’ cock slip in between his
cheeks, the head of his cock rubbing against his stretched hole. Shutting his
eyes Stanley readied himself as he felt the burning stretch that came as his
twin began to penetrate him, a whimper escaping him as he sucked harder on the
pinky in his mouth- it was only when Stanford was sheathed fully did he still,
his lips pressed to Stanley’s forehead in a kiss as he waited for Stanley to
relax.
“Mmm, you can move now.” Stanley groaned as he rubbed the back of his heel on
Stanford’s lower back, his hips bucking forward with want. “Please? I’ve been
so good…”
“You have been.” Stanford chuckled, kissing down Stanley’s cheek as slowly
began to pull out, keeping on the tip in before thrusting back inside- his pace
slow as he kissed his twins’ lips, murmuring ‘I love you’ against Stanley’s
lips. However it wasn’t long before Stanford started to move rougher, his teeth
nipping down on Stanley’s plumped bottom lip, his nails scraping down the
sensitive skin of his twins’ stomach; the grunts Stanley released was like
music to Stanford’s ears, the way Stanley whimpered for more only encouraging
Stanford to thrust harder into him, the head of his cock brushing against
Stanley’s prostate, earning a loud cry of pleasure from his twin. Unabashedly
Stanley cried out loudly, his legs hiking up higher around Stanford in order to
get his twin to rut into him deeply, his own cock pressed flush against his
stomach, the pre-cum dribbling from his reddening tip. Without fear of being
walked in on or overheard Stanford allowed his own grunts to mix with his
twins’ moans, his cock repeatedly slamming into Stanley’s prostate- forcing
louder moans of pleasure to be heard.
“F-Fuck! So tight!” Stanford growled as he kissed down Stanley’s neck, biting
down sharply as he thrusted deeply, his own sack slapping against the curve of
Stanley’s backside, the bed frame hitting the wall with a dull thud; sweat
beaded along Stanford’s brow as he grunted with each thrust, his toes curling
as he fought off his impending orgasm- reaching in between the two of them
Stanford began to quickly jerk on Stanley’s cock, pumping it time with his own
thrusts until Stanley was arching forward with a loud scream of pleasure,
shooting cum on his own stomach and his twins’.
“St-Stanford! Fuuckk!” Stanley cried out, wrapping his arms around Stanford’s
shoulders as he clung to him tightly, the orgasm washing over him intensely,
his thighs quivering as he held on, the cock inside him still slamming into his
prostate. “P-please! Lord god! Stanford d-don’t stop!”
“W-wouldn’t dream of it…God, you’re so tight!” Stanford swore as he kissed
Stanley’s lips viciously, continuing his abusing thrusts as he forced Stanley
to continue to cum, only cumming himself when he was buried deeply, his body
feeling like it was on fire as sweat dripped down his forehead. Stanford’s
kisses softened as he felt his orgasm fade, his sweaty forehead pressing
against Stanley’s as their hold on one another slackened.
“That…that was amazing.” Stanley chuckled as he nuzzled his nose against
Stanford’s, his legs slipping away from his waist but still his arms kept their
vice grip, only letting go when Stanford pulled out slowly with a lewd ‘plop’
and switched them around so that Stanley was laying lazy against his chest. “I
love you Stanford, you’re my sixer.”
“You’re my beloved.” Stanford murmured, panting in post orgasm bliss, his hair
messy and a bead of sweet dripping down his jaw line; holding Stanley close he
reached out for one last swig of the whiskey bottle, sharing it with a kiss
before he rested back against the cheaply thin pillows, asking Stanley to light
a cigar for them to share.
“You know, Ma and the old man are going out next week, you thinking what I’m
thinking?” Stanley asked as he licked his lips slowly of the whiskey, his eyes
closing, inhaling the smoke Stanford blew for him.
“You want to come back?” Stanford mussed, blowing a smoke ring into the air,
watching as it slowly dissipated.
“No, I want to get even more money and find a better motel.” Stanley yawned,
reaching to grab the empty bottle, licking the rim before dropping it off the
side of the bed, a blissful smile on his face. “You want to stay pass check out
time and see if we can get a free night?”
“You promise to buy breakfast in the morning?” Stanford questioned, smiling at
the sly smirk on Stanley’s lips.
“The tentative word is ‘buying’ but I’m sure I can manage to score us a nice
breakfast, you just leave it to me, Stanford.”
“I love you.” Stanford chuckled, intertwining his six fingers with Stanley’s.
“I love you too, now, pass the cigar.”
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