Chapter Text
Stanley Snyder was having a marvelous, miraculous, wonderful week. He dared to say everything surrounding him as of late had been perfect, just peachy. It begun with him being able to pass all his subjects with remarkable notes. Then, it continued with him receiving an email with a working proposition at the military (he was going to ignore it was probably due to his mother reputation as a renowned pilot). And finally, all of his luck spiraled with Xeno confessing to him, indirectly, but still... In that single moment, Stanley swore he almost thought he was dreaming, because certainly someone as smart, as gorgeous and as interesting as Xeno couldn’t be the one to confess first. He hadn’t been dreaming. It had been real. And he definitely was going back to that temple where he had prayed and payed for good luck in love. Perhaps he would even pay for another lucky charm to seal the deal. Preferably, Stanley would like to see those black eyes of Xeno every morning for the rest of his life. He could almost hear the wedding bells. Would asking for his hand in marriage be too son?
So, if anyone asked Stanley. Life was worth living, all diseases had been cured, and the world was healing. He was even considering to stop smoking. Xeno deserved a partner that lived long enough. A mental picture of Xeno and him as an old-married couple painted itself at the back of his brain. Yup. That looked right. Stanley threw away his last pack of cigarettes outside of school and prepared for another day.
From afar, Stanley could see Luna and Kohaku getting close by. Their hands were entangled proudly, and before noticing Stanley, they seemed to be caught in the middle of some gossip. Stanley could tell by the way Luna’s face was in full concentration, only in biology finals or telling rumors was she like that.
Once they noticed him, Kohaku turned to Stanley and said, “look who it is. It’s Mister I-bagged-myself-a-cutie.”
Luna stepped in. “Really, tell us! How could you woo a hottie like Xeno? If I wasn’t dating the most beautiful woman in the world, I would have tried stealing him from you.”
Stanley’s gaze darkened. That sure as hell wasn’t going to happen. Kohaku smacked Luna lightly.
“I’m right here, you know?” Kohaku remarked, not even surprised by Luna’s shenanigans.
Luna gave her a peck on the lips. “Sorry. That was not even a good joke.”
Stanley rolled his eyes. “Could you guys be any less gross? I’m literally standing here.”
Kohaku pulled out her tongue and grabbed Luna by the waist. “That’s what you get for not even telling us you were going on a date with him. We could have helped you! You let me rely on you when I was courting Luna—“
“Technically, I did all the courting,” Luna interjected.
“My point here is that you could have talked with us. Why didn’t you?” Kohaku asked, exasperated.
“It happened so quickly! Also, I might need some help right now…” Stanley exhaled. “How much time is it considered proper to wait before… doing the horizontal tango, if you catch my drift…” he asked very lowly, hoping no one could hear him.
Kohaku chuckled a little. “I’m begging you, don’t call it that. Sword fighting sounds way funnier.”
“I forgot who I’m talking to… Luna, any advice?” Stanley directed his face toward the other girl.
Luna considered. “Kohaku and me got busy after just one week. Though, I think that might be a sapphic thing and not normal, by the way. So, we’re not the best example.”
“I think it was pretty normal,” Kohaku defended. Then, “if you wait too much, you’re never gonna do it. Have you thought about what exactly do you want to do with him?”
“That’s personal,” Stanley said.
Kohaku rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. In this friendship, boundaries stopped existing long ago.”
“Agains my best wishes…” Stanley murmured.
“What was that?” Kohaku asked.
“Nothing. So, I just… do it,” Stanley told them.
Luna tried thinking about how would that work. Stanley definitely needed some guiding. She answered with, “not really. You should talk with Xeno about all your kinks and tricks beforehand. Oh, right. You’re both virgins…”
Stanley blushed. “Technically, we have both kissed already, and touched each other a little—“
“Yup, virgins,” Kohaku confirmed.
“I’m trying to act accordingly here! I’m not sure what to do,” Stanley told them.
Luna regarded him. “Want my advice? Talk to him.”
“And mine is to just do it. Why wait?” Kohaku then said.
Stanley kept those words at things to remember later, alongside the many mental gymnastics he was currently doing to try to come up with a nice way to tell Xeno he wanted to get in his pants, without telling him he wanted to get in his pants. Things, hopefully, wouldn’t turn out so bad. After all, Stanley was having great luck as of late.
Stanley was finding it arduous to flirt on bed when Xeno was doing what it’s the social equivalent of being as oblivious as a blind person in front of a stop sign. For Stanley’s part, he had dressed with the best of his outfits, worn his best cologne and even went as far as buying some new underwear from Calvin Klein. Nevertheless, Xeno was completely unaware. He was currently just writing some essay on cell reproduction in space with his legs tangled with Stanley’s as usual. Stanley wanted to rip that essay from Xeno’s hands and talk about some real reproduction here. Well. Not real, since they were both men. They couldn’t physically reproduce. But still, Stanley sure as hell would try.
“You’re thinking,” Xeno remarked without even looking up from his essay.
Stanley blushed. “No! Not at all. I mean, yes. I’m thinking, because not thinking would be the equivalent of being dead. And I’m not dead. But that’s obvious. What was the question again?”
Xeno laughed and kissed Stanley, dropping his essay unto the bed. With a little playful smile on his lips, he said, “to be honest, I’m distracted too. I can’t focus on anything aside from you. Do you think that’s weird?”
Stanley was going to save this memory inside his mind section of: rewind whenever you want a dopamine spike. “I think that’s excellent,” he replied, absolutely smitten.
And so, a making out session proceeded. Truth be told, Stanley’s favorite part of kissing Xeno wasn’t even the kissing in itself (that was a nice bonus), but instead, it was the way Stanley became Xeno’s full-focus. To have Xeno’s hands guide his neck, taste his lips, whisper him nice things. Of course, this was Stanley’s own version of heaven, the one that came from being in love instead of being in the gods’ mercy.
Stanley felt brave enough. And so, he started pushing his tongue deep inside Xeno’s mouth, feeling his canines sharp against it. The feeling in itself felt akin to warm coffee after a hot summer day. Their movements like the collision of clumsy butterflies crashing upon one another. This up close, Stanley could smell Xeno’s scent. He soon realized Xeno had also worn cologne for today. That made him smirk. And then, Stanley got out of the kiss in surprise, his breath lost. Their mouths parted with a string of saliva connecting both of them. It made Stanley incredibly shy. It was now or never.
Stanley followed what he had seen on TV, books and such. He pushed Xeno unto the bed and started undressing, as quickly as he could. Xeno regarded all this with slight amusement, seeming perplexed about what was happening. Then, Stanley kissed Xeno once again, this time trying to guide his hand inside Xeno’s underwear. Xeno trembled slightly. He instinctively pushed Stanley away.
“What was that, Stanley?” Xeno asked, still unsure about what was happening.
Stanley felt ashamed all of a sudden. “Sorry, I should have asked… it’s just that… I was advised to just do it. And I didn’t want you to take the initiative again—“
“Slow down. Do what?” Xeno asked, trying to understand whatever Stanley meant.
“Do me,” Stanley answered.
They both stared at each other for more than what would be considered normal. Xeno’s cheeks didn’t take long to turn a crimson color of red. Stanley was feeling the need to suddenly be swallowed whole by the earth. That sounded way better than whatever was happening right now.
“Oh,” Xeno gasped. “I guess that would be expected from us, right?”
“I don’t care about what is expected. I just care if you would like to do it. Would you? If not, I don’t want it,” Stanley confessed even if it was a lie. He wanted Xeno.
Stanley had always fantasized about sharing his body with Xeno. It came with his tortuous puberty telling him to get rid of these sudden urges. It screamed to get his lips around Xeno’s neck, to touch Xeno’s body until he learned how to translate it properly. Every gasp. Every whim. Stanley wanted everything.
“I do want to do it. It just caught me by surprise. What… what would you like to do?” Xeno questioned, his fingers searching anything to grasp and twitch with. This felt suffocating.
Stanley remembered his friends’ words: he needed to communicate. While getting his hand under Xeno’s shirt, he said, “I want to kiss your neck, bite your skin. Be able to kiss you and see how my lipstick gets smeared all over you. To claim you, not selfishly, but proudly. And I also want you to claim me, get inside me. If it would be possible, I would ask you to never leave.”
Xeno blushed profoundly. He felt like a teenager all over again, stupidly giggling at concepts like sex and intimacy. He coughed a little. “All right, let’s try just that.”
Xeno pushed Stanley’s hand all the way inside his underwear, the fabric of it feeling too sticky against his skin. He decided to do the same for Stanley, finish undressing him. Xeno’s skin looked so much paler against Stanley. The contrast evident in how Stanley did outdoor activities way more often than Xeno, who stayed inside his house like a recluse. Stanley’s shoulders and thighs were sunburned and covered in freckles, unlike his face that remained unmarked. Xeno noticed a scar, right above the space where his heart should be, and remembered how Stanley had gotten that one. It had appeared after getting hurt for shooting a gun that Xeno had made. It exploded in Stanley’s hands, but fortunately, Stanley had only gotten hurt when the hot metal rested on his chest. Only a scar remained of that experience.
Stanley turned Xeno’s head toward him. “Focus on me,” he pleaded. Xeno complied. He was as weak for Stanley as the blond was weak for him.
Xeno started kissing Stanley’s skin. Feeling a little bit too curious, Stanley bit the skin of Xeno’s shoulder. He got a salty, soft taste from it, and marveled at how Stanley gasped a little. Then felt a burning sensation right at his groin and noticed Stanley was already touching him, clearly and directly. Stanley’s hands caressed Xeno’s cock, first unsure, and then, confidently. Stroking him up and down. Xeno started moaning before he knew any better. It didn’t feel at all like when he did it on his own. He thought about writing an essay about the differences between personal intimacy and social intimacy. It felt it needed to be heavily studied.
Xeno wasn’t the type to stay still and do nothing. He was practical too. So, he decided to kiss Stanley. Then, without further ado, he touched Stanley’s cock too. They found a pace they both liked, a constant rhythm of going from the tip of their cocks until they reached the base; and then, stroking the head just slightly. It came to a point Xeno decided to flushed their cocks against one another. Touching themselves was easier that way. The action in itself made Xeno feverishly hot. It was a mess of a hundred sensations all at once. It was the closest they had been together.
Stanley started reaching for his own back. Stanley had read what followed from such instances, and he wasn’t sure he could keep up without coming for much longer. His dick was already moisture and with dripping precum at the tip. Xeno noticed what Stanley was doing and decided to help Stanley instead. Stanley felt the pressure of Xeno’s fingers and panted at how weird it felt. Stanley guessed as much beforehand. He had prepped a little after finding some videos on the subject about what to do. The action in itself had felt too clinical, but now, it felt real.
Stanley rested his head on Xeno’s shoulder as he felt the scientist stretch his fingers inside him. Xeno’s fingertips were rubbing inside Stanley in such a way that made him feel too nervous about what was going on. Then, a finger went inside and Xeno arched it a little, as if he wanted to see how much of Stanley he could fit into. Stanley had to bite Xeno’s neck from keeping his voice from getting any puffier. It was a lot. Pleasurable, sure. But in the close to orgasm kinda way, and Stanley didn’t want to come just yet.
Stanley pushed Xeno unto the bed, and guided the scientist’s cock toward his entrance. It made Xeno moaned, clearly taken aback. As Stanley’s legs opened around Xeno, he felt the pressure of the blond as an ever present sensation, it was heavily welcomed.
Xeno thought Stanley looked like a god. His body felt inspired by greek statues, Aquilles, Adonis and such. His blond hair was ruffled at the tips. The places where Xeno had grabbed before were messier than other parts. His face was flushed. Up close, Xeno noticed there were constellations of freckles just briefly above Stanley’s cheekbones. His black lipstick was smeared at the end, his eyeliner too. It made Stanley look terribly soft and Xeno was all for it.
Stanley grabbed the head of Xeno’s cock and guided it inside him, it made him terribly aware of how much had he tried to loosen his entrance; but at the end, it felt like it wasn’t enough. At last, it gave in, the building pressure tearing Stanley’s walls apart, until the middle of Xeno’s cock was buried deep, deep inside him.
Xeno took it from there and grabbed, tightly, Stanley’s thighs. His fingers leaving red marks wherever he grabbed, Stanley’s under thighs were pale like that. He started pushing Stanley to move, until he was riding him properly. Being atop of Xeno, their bodies connected, both of them naked. It became too much for the blond, his movements were erratic and futile. Xeno’s patience broke and he pushed Stanley unto the bed, his member loose at the edge. Xeno pushed inside once again, making Stanley’s knuckles turn white from gripping the sheets too tight. Like this, Stanley had one arm covering part of his face, his breath uneven, his gaze blurry. There were little tears smearing his eyeliner. Xeno thought it could be because of the pain. Instead, it was because of the pleasure.
Xeno softened his touch and then started massaging Stanley’s thighs. His lips started giving soft pecks at Stanley’s neck. He didn’t want him to suffer, if he could, he would erase all of Stanley’s sufferings and make them his own. A single good day for Stanley was worth hell to pay for in Xeno’s regard.
“I wish you could look at you right now, Stanley… you look stunning,” Xeno whispered, right next to Stanley’s ear. He could feel Stanley’s muscles tensed at his words, clearly feeling turned on by the praise.
Xeno continued, opening Stanley’s legs slightly. They were placed in a heavy lock around the scientist’s waist, like he was telling Xeno he shouldn’t, can’t, get away. Xeno didn’t want to, not even a little. Xeno started thrusting inside the blond once again, his fingers tracing circles around Stanley’s back, marveling at how hot his skin felt. Stanley couldn’t stop calling Xeno’s name, his voice just a single thread.
“You’re doing so good, Stanley,” Xeno kept praising. It made Stanley give into the pleasure every single time.
At the end, Xeno felt the building pressure release as Stanley came just about the same time. The sheets around them were tainted with the white liquid that erupted from them, cum dripping from Stanley’s entrance to the bed. Still, Xeno didn’t want to let go. Not now. Not ever. He fell atop of Stanley. The blond was feeling proud at how exhausted he had rendered Xeno to be.
“I should pull out…” Xeno muttered, so tired.
Staley shook his head. “I don’t want you to… let’s stay like this for a while,” he pleaded.
Xeno did as Stanley pleased, or at least for the first half-an-hour. Later, he decided it was time to pull away. He carried Stanley to the bathroom and filled the bath tub with water lukewarm to the touch. He also let a couple of bath bombs slipped inside. He remembered Stanley’s favorite was the caramel scented one. He loved sweet smells. Xeno preferred spicy ones. They both went inside the bathtub, and Xeno took the opportunity to clean Stanley, part by part. He detangled the mess the blond’s hair had become, and washed it properly. The space behind his ears. The area above his neck. It made Stanley feel cherished. Later, he dried Stanley with a cotton towel and put him on one of the comfy sweaters Xeno had gifted him. The one that was so worn out it reached below Stanley’s knees, almost.
Stanley was dropped unto the bed by Xeno and kissed tenderly at the forehead. Stanley felt like a kid all over again. Then, Xeno tried to break apart to go downstairs for some water, but Stanley stopped him.
“Don’t go…” Stanley begged.
Xenon went downstairs anyway, but not before wrapping Stanley with enough blankets only his face was visible. The unicorn he had won at the arcade was placed next to him sticking his tongue out like always. Downstairs, Xeno poured two glasses of water, but then, changed his mind and made it tea instead. Jasmine tea with just a hint of honey. Next to it, he dropped some chocolate chip cookies Xeno had baked the night before, and brought them to Stanley’s room. He was glad to see most of them were finished.
Upstairs, Stanley was clearly pouting. It was not evident, but Xeno was able to read Stanley just as easily as that. Nevertheless, Stanley’s mood improved after seeing Xeno holding a plate with offerings. With a warm smile, Xeno brought the plate to bed. As Stanley ate a cookie and drank some tea, Xeno rested his head above Stanley’s chest. It made him feel safe. He never wanted this to end.
If all the problems in his life were the price to pay for this single moment, Xeno would pay for them all over again.