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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      IT_(2017), IT_-_Stephen_King
  Relationship:
      Bill_Denbrough/Stanley_Uris, Bill_Denbrough_&_Stanley_Uris
  Character:
      Stanley_Uris, Bill_Denbrough, Stanley_Uris'_Father
  Additional Tags:
      Religious_Conflict, Shameless_Smut, Blow_Jobs, Anal_Fingering
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-20 Words: 1985
****** The monster inside my heart ******
by JHyun33
Summary
     Stan wants to resist, but once he sees these blue eyes, this
     beautiful smile and feels these soft lips, all hope is gone.
Notes
     First of all, I want to give you a trigger warning:
     I do not mean to offend or mock any religious belief with this fic.
     Bill/Stan are my favourite couple from all the IT ships and in my
     opinion there's definitely NOT ENOUGH SMUT of these two!!
     Also, I want to apologize in adavance for spelling or grammar
     mistakes, English is not my first language.
"One more time.", his father repeats as he paces along the benches. Stan gulps,
his eyes fixed on the Torah in front of him. He has read these words for a
thousand times already, but he still stumbles over the sentences after the half
of the text. The disappointment of his father in him is boring into his head,
he can practically feel him glaring.
Stan opens his mouth. "Talmund Balvi Ch-Schab-"
"Stop." His hands are trembling from holding the heavy book for so long. A
heavy sigh comes from his side and he feels the presence of his father right
next to him. "Why are you stuttering?" Stan inhales sharply through his nose.
He shouldn't answer that question. And he doesn't need to. "You've been
spending too much time with this kid... what was his name? Willia-"
"Stan?" They both look up and Stan's lips itch to curve upwards. "Bill.", he
says. His father sighs again and steps away slowly. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. U-Uris. I
d-d-didn't mean... to inter-r-rupt.", Bill stammers out at the look of the
Rabbi. "No, it's fine. We just finished anyways.", the man says. Before he
leaves for his office, he faces Stan again. "Don't forget to put the Torah back
where it belongs.", he reminds his son and then the door falls shut behind him.
There is a long silence as Stan gathers his mind, breathes evenly and puts the
Holy Scripture back.
 
"I left my backpack in the other room.", he says, but he hears steps behind
him. Bill leans against the door frame with a smile while the other zips up his
bag. But he stops before he puts it on and looks up. Bill's blue eyes shine so
beautifully and the light coming from behind him illuminates his features like
a figure made by God himself. He feels his stomach dropping and saliva
collecting in his mouth. Bill looks so sweet, ready to be devoured.
So he stands up, leaves his backpack behind and walks up to Bill with a few,
quick strides. Bill gives him a confused look, but he doesn't say anything.
Stan grabs his forearm with his right hand, his left reaching for the doorknob
to push it closed. "S-Stan, what-" Bill's words are cut off as he's pushed
against the bookshelf behind him and gets trapped by a pair of arms. They stare
into each other's eyes for a while, their hearts pounding. "I missed you all
day.", Stan whispers and the other boy gives him a shy smile. "I m-m-missed
you, t-too.", he mumbles. They lean in close, lips almost touching, but then
Bill's eyes become wide and he stops.
 
They shouldn't do this. Especially not here. It feels so weird, they're in the
House of God. Stan knows it all too well, all the books he had to read and
learn from are lined up behind Bill's head and they glare at him. But it makes
Stan want this even more. Forbidden love. Forbidden passion. Forbidden lust.
But why is it forbidden, if it just feels so right?
Stan leans in again, but this time he presses his lips against the soft ones of
Bill, who answers the kiss a few seconds later with a confused grunt. He claws
at Stan's sides, one hand moving up to cup his neck and pull him closer until
their flush against each other. They're panting, when they separate and Bill's
eyes flicker towards the door nervously. "W-We should go some...where e-else.",
he mutters. But the other's arms don't let him leave.
Suddenly Stan kisses him again, Bill protesting a little, but he starts melting
into it with a sigh. There is a tongue prodding at his lips asking for entrance
and he opens his mouth to let their tongues swipe against each other. Blood is
rushing through their veins and Bill's face heats up, when he feels himself
becoming hard. Stan can definitely feel it against his leg and it makes the
brunette so embarrassed. What he doesn't know is that it turns Stan even more
on to keep going. The adrenaline rushes through him at the thought of doing
something forbidden in such a place. He kisses down the sharp jawline of his
boyfriend and litters hickeys around his neck.
Bill's breath hitches and the hand in Stan's shirt tightens. His bulge is now
very much visible, but so is Stan's. Said boy rubs his leg against the outline
of Bill's erection, a soft moan echoing in the room. "S-Stan..." Bill's voice
sounds raspy and an a bit higher. Their lips connect again and the curly-haired
boy reaches for Bill's belt to unbuckle it. Then he slowly goes down onto his
knees, Bill staring at him wide-eyed, lips shining with spit and he's panting
heavily. Stan grins up at him. "Gotcha, Big Bill.", he rumbles and with a swift
motion he pulls down the pants and underwear, the erected cock springing free.
Bill blushes madly, but they make eye contact anyways and he groans quite loud,
because Stan licks his lips seductively. His eyes are hooded and filled with
lust, Bill already forgot where they are. But Stan hasn't.
 
There is this rush in his blood again at the dangerous thought of being caught.
What if his father catches them like this? There is no way to excuse this and
his father would immediately know. He would know that Stan likes boys, that he
likes kissing boys, that he likes fucking with boys. That he loves Bill
Denbrough, the Stuttering Boy. His father would be ashamed and angry, but there
is nothing he could do about Stan's nature and feelings. And it makes Stan feel
so powerful. For once in his life he probably has the upper hand.
He licks up Bill's cock, eliciting a moan from the boy's throat and a soft thud
of Bill letting his head fall back against the wooden shelf. His boyfriend
knows he shouldn't tease him that much, especially since they're here. So he
puts his lips around the head and sucks. Slowly he eases the rest into his
mouth until he can't take anymore. A hand comes tangling in his curls,
accidentally pushing his kippa off his head, but neither of them can care at
this moment. Stan rubs his tongue along the underside and starts bobbing his
head. "Stan... f-fuh-fuck...", Bill moans, grip tightening a bit. The sight he
gives the boy on his knees is incredible, with his lips parted, eyes shut and
blush covering his cheeks. Stan's own hands run up the exposed flesh of Bill's
thighs until they reach his hips and he inches to the backside. Cupping the
soft globes he pushes the cock a little further down his throat, nose almost
touching the dark pubes. "Oh my... fucking G-God, Stuh-Stan!" The moan was a
bit louder than it probably should've been. But then the thought of his father
finding out pushes him off that mental cliff of doubt and makes him want to
keep going harder.
Bill, on the other hand, is struggling to control himself. He knows that Stan's
father could hear them, if he leaves his office upstairs. And he doesn't want
to find out what might happen, if they get caught. So he tries to be quieter,
but Stan gives him a hard time doing so, because he sucks quite hard and his
throat convulses around his cock. The intoxicating feeling makes him see stars
and his hand tugs at the curly strands.
 
Stan looks up and he makes such lewd noises, his brown eyes glistening and Bill
almost comes from the sight alone. The finger suddenly rubbing at his rim
catches him off-guard and he slaps his other hand over his mouth to prevent
himself from groaning too loud.
His ass is spread and without any hesitation Stan pushes a dry finger against
his hole.  Bill is clenching around nothing, but he makes a suppressed noise in
the back of his throat. "Stan, p-p-pl-plea-se.", he stutters behind his hand.
Still bobbing his head, Stan looks up through his lashes and then he pushes in.
Just one finger, since he has no lube and no intention of actually fingering
Bill right now in this place, but he knows how it will bring his boyfriend
close and closer to the edge. Bill is a whimpering mess above him, teeth sunk
in his knuckles, breath completely out of control and in between Stan can hear
some curse words thrown around.
The dry finger rubbing against his walls burns deliciously and Bill doesn't
know, if he should rather push back against the digit or into Stan's mouth. As
if the other could read his mind, the finger wiggles deeper and then suddenly
jabs his prostate. Out of reflex he bucks his hips and almost chokes his
boyfriend. Stan smirks internally as he knows this reaction, so he tries to do
it over and over, keeping the thrusts short and fast. One particular thrust has
Bill letting his hand fall from his mouth on top of Stan's head, both hands
curled into fists in the dark blonde hair. "Fuck, Stan!", he moans. "I-I'm
gonna c-c-c-" Not even able to finish his sentence he throws his head back
violently as Stan moves up his cock to lap at the tip while his finger keeps
going deep. It's all too much and he comes hard, hips bucking as the orgasm
washes over him.
Stan eagerly sucks him like he wants to milk him dry, the taste of Bill's cum
on his tongue and he swallows it all. He pulls his finger out of Bill's hole,
but he's still licking the head of his dick. Bill whimpers as his limp cock
starts to burn from being over-sensitive after such an orgasm and he pulls a
bit on Stan's hair to get him off of him. Said boy grins and slowly stands up,
but not without a light pat on the other's exposed thigh.
"W-Wow." is all Bill can say right now and Stan chuckles. They share a sweet
kiss and Bill starts dressing, meanwhile Stan rummages through his backpack for
his hand sanitizer. As much as he loves Bill, the thought of walking around
with a finger, that was up his boyfriend's ass and he hasn't cleaned it at
least somehow, might give him nightmares. And he knows that Bill is anything
but offended as one of the rare people being understanding of his OCD.
 
"N-Now we should r-really g-go.", Bill says with a worried face, he remembers
that they're still at the synagogue and Stan's father, the Rabbi, is there as
well. He looks at Stan, who zips up his backpack and comes up from his crouched
position. He blushes madly at the sight of Stan still having a raging hard-on.
The curly-haired boy's eyes darken again and he crowds Bill against the door
frame. Leaning in real close to his ear he whispers "How about we go to my
place and I'll fuck your brains out? Nobody's home, so you can scream as loud
as you can.". His hands brush over Bill's stomach to smooth down his shirt and
he kisses the boy's neck.
"Yes p-pluh-please.", Bill stammers. Immediately Stan turns around to grab his
backpack, shouldering it and while opening the door he slides his hand into
Bill's. They make a break for it and run towards the big entrance of the
synagogue, a big smile spreading over their faces. The door slowly shuts behind
them and Stan boldly kisses Bill right in front of the synagogue. "C-Come on,
let's g-go. Didn't you... s-s-say that you want t-to fuh-fuck my brains out?",
Bill whispers against his lips with a smug face. Stan lightly slaps his ass. "I
might do even more, baby." They pick up their bikes and race to Stan's home,
the bright grin not leaving their faces.
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