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Billy tugged the Ghostface hood off his head, throwing it on the floor. "You nearly got us caught, you stupid fuck! I spent the whole night in jail for you, just cause you had to go and fuck it up with Sidney!"
Stu pulled off his own costume, grinning. "Yeah, but I got you out, didnt I? You should be on your knees, thanking me." Billy grit his teeth, storming over to him. Stu's face momentarily lit up with barely contained lust and glee before quickly morphing into regret as Billy tackled him on the bed, punching him in the nose before wrapping his hands around his throat.
"How's this for on my knees?" He snarled, shaking him slightly. Stu dragged his fingers down his forearms, a stupid, dopey smile on his face as he grew redder. Billy waited for genuine panic to settle in before letting go, Stu gasping desperately for air. "You- asshole-" He coughed.
Billy smirked, holding his hands up. "Hey man, I didn't kill you. You should be on your knees, thanking me." He shouldn't have been shocked when Stu slapped him across his smug face, and he definitely shouldn't have moaned in surprise at the achingly good sting.
He knew he fucked up when he was flipped onto his back, the wind getting knocked out of him.
Stu pulled off his shirt before wrapping his fingers around his neck– not choking, just holding.
"Your heart is going so fast. Are you scared?" Stu mocked, slipping his other hand under Billy's shirt, ghosting over his twitching abs.
Billy tried to shove him off, but Stu caught him and pinned his wrists down. For such a lanky dude, he was deceptively strong.
"Don’t be like that man, you wanted to play." Stu grinned as the other boy struggled in his grasp. "If you promise to lay still, I'll use lube instead of fucking you raw."
Billy felt a sharp pang of fear and arousal, but with the plan being so close, he couldn't afford to be limping, so he surrendered, going lax.
Stu flashed his sharp teeth in a wolfish grin, slapping his face hard enough to snap his head to the side. "Good boy." Billy's only response was a strangled groan.
He silently mourned the weight around his throat as Stu's hands slid down to undo his belt and yank his boxers down with his jeans.
Stu procured a small bottle of lube from God knows where, squeezing a small amount on his fingers. He slid his first slick finger in roughly, Billy jumping at the cold. "Jerk." He grumbled.
Stu stretched him out quick and methodical, just enough for him really feel it without tearing.
He bit back a hiss as Stu humped his ass, taking his sweet time and enjoying his squirming.
"If you're gonna fuck me, just do it already," He panted, ignoring how his dick twitched everytime Stu grinded against him.
Stu tsked, pressing the tip in. "Fussy. Its almost like you don't want me doing this." He smiled. "But I know thats not true. You loooove me."
Billy cuffed him on the ear, nearly getting away from the bed, but Stu caught him around the waist and tossed him onto the mattress. He opened his mouth to insult him, but any protests he had blended into a pained shout as Stu thrust to the hilt inside him.
"You want me to fuck you so bad, babe, and you cant even admit it to yourself. Billy Loomis, a filthy fucking faggot." He giggled delightedly to himself.
In a fit of rage, Billy swung at his head, but was caught before he made impact.
Stu twisted his arm painfully over the side of the bed. "Cute. If you do that again, pretty boy, I'm gonna break your arm. Okay?" Not seeing a way out, he nodded.
He took a deep breath, trying to get used to the burning stretch of getting fucked with no respite. He hadn't bottomed in a second, and definitely not like this. Stu had lost his goddamn mind.
Finally, after a few moments that felt like years, his muscles relaxed, and he slowly started to feel good. Of course, this couldn't go unnoticed, and Stu snapped his hips harder.
"Agh, ffffuck– Jesus, could you be any more of a dog?" He grumbled, brows furrowing.
The taller boy just grinned. "Woof."
He grabbed a knife off the nightstand, the blade still flecked with blood. "Come on baby, show me those pretty tits." In one fluid motion, he cut the skin-tight black tee right down the middle, exposing Billy's hot flesh to the cool air.
"Don’t call them that," Billy muttered, shrugging his ruined shirt off. "Not a fucking girl."
"Could've fooled me." He dragged the tip down to Billy's collarbone, cutting just deep enough to draw blood. Billy couldn't help the whine that escaped his throat at the pain, groaning when the taller boy lapped at the spilling blood.
"Yeah, you like that baby?" Stu growled, snapping his hips against Billy's roughly. "You like getting raped like a fucking girl?"
"Fuck you!" Billy wheezed, swallowing hard. Stu flashed him a red smile before biting hard on the gash. He screeched, clawing at Stu's back desperately, to ground himself and to hurt him back.
"Don’t be like that, babe," He cooed, hooking an arm under his thigh to fuck him deeper. "You know you love it."
Billy couldn't think straight as Stu slipped his blood slick tongue into his mouth, nailing his prostate with every harsh thrust. His mind was blank. He wanted to fight back– he wasn't a fucking fag– but it just felt so good.
His vision came slightly back into focus as he gasped for air, pissed off at how smug the expression on Stu's face was. "Get the f- UCK out of my face." He tried to grumble, shoving his head away.
Stu grinned, moving down to bite his hard nipple. "Ah! Fuck, don't- don't do that, dick." Billy whined, his cock twitching against his abs. He could feel himself getting dangerously close, heat building rapidly in his stomach with every thrust.
Stu giggled, pulling the hard nub with his teeth before letting go. "Yeah? You getting close?"
"Hnnn- you fucking- wish, asshole." He groaned, clawing at the sheets. Stu raised an eyebrow, glancing down at Billy's dripping cock, before shrugging. "If you say so, babes."
He wrapped his hand around Billy, jerking him off harshly. The brunette keened, hips jolting. He scratched at Stu's back, scrabbling for purchase. Desperate whimpers pushed themselves past Billy's teeth, so he bit Stu's shoulder, clamping down in an attempt to muffle the noises.
His eyes rolled back as he finally came, vision whiting out and ears ringing. Mercifully, Stu stilled and stroked him through the remainder of his orgasm.
He let go of Stu's shoulder, mouth full of the iron taste of blood. His head flopped onto the pillow, eyes dazedly admiring the bloody half-crescent he left.
Billy yelped as Stu suddenly pulled out and flipped him onto his stomach. "What the fuck-" Stu grabbed his hips, pulling him onto his knees. "I told you baby, gonna take you like a girl. We ain't done till I say we are."
He forced himself back inside him, as Billy wailed brokenly, every nerve in his body lighting up. "Fuck, oh god, i can't-"
He picked up a brutal pace, nailing his prostate with every crazed press in. The pillow beneath him was slick from his blood and his senses were assaulted by the scent of cum, iron, and sweat.
Stu tangled his fingers in Billy's hair, yanking the strands until his scalp ached. Everything hurt, from the still bleeding gash in his neck, the throbbing from his oversensitive cock, to the biting hickies Stu was leaving down his spine.
He couldn't have been happier.
His abs twinged painfully as the pleasure built again, too fast and too soon. He helplessly whined, burying his face in the soaked pillow.
Stu moaned, plastering himself against his back. "I can feel you twitching again, baby, you gonna come?
He couldn't respond past a moan, pitifully smacking the headboard with his fist.
Barely any cum actually came out of his leaking tip when he came, his whole body shaking as Stu fucked him ruthlessly through his orgasm.
Billy sobbed as his prostate was still mercilessly pounded, a third burning orgasm creeping up his spine. "Can't– please, Stu, I– I–"
"Fuck, fuck, I bet I could fuck my way right into your stomach babe, stick my cock right into your ribs and fuck your pretty– mmf– your pretty heart until it stops beating." Stu growled, yanking on his hair. "I could stick my whole fist up there right now, touch your organs from the inside, you're so fucking loose right now."
Billy shuddered at his words, feeling his spent dick give a hard twitch, his thighs spreading unconsciously. Stu's face lit up. "Oh, fuck, you like that, babe? Sick fucking freak!" He fucked into him desperately, pace growing sloppy. "Ugh, you're a fucking scream baby, gonna fuck you till our bodies fall apart, dont need nothing but you, fuck- oh fuck-"
Stu groaned as he came, hips stuttering as he thrust as deep as he could. Billy lay limp, moaning softly as he felt the cum inside him.
They lay there, unmoving. Billy stared up at the ceiling, head spinning. He could feel Stu's hot breath panting into the crook of his neck, still inside him. He winced as his hole fluttered around him involuntarily, pushing at Stu's chest.
"Fuck, pull out already." He groaned, the fatigue already settling into his bones. He felt Stu laugh more than he heard him and shuddered, hiding his face in the pillow.
"Aw, dont be embarrassed now, Billy-baby," Stu chuckled, splaying his hand across his back and slowly pulling out.
He bit into the pillow, muffling a whine at how empty he felt at the sudden loss. He felt his face grew hot as Stu said nothing, just stayed still, watching him.
Stu slowly dragged the hand not pressing between Billy's shoulders up his thighs, prodding meanly at the puffy hole just to watch Billy's hips buck forward.
"Nnngh– what the fuck, man?" Billy whimpered, going limp against the mattress.
Stu nipped at the back of his neck, curling his fingers down to rub slow circles into Billy's prostate.
Billy gasped, clawing at the sheets. Stars sparked behind his eyes, but Stu held him still.
"Oh, baby, you'd let me do whatever I wanted to you, huh?" Stu leered. "Where’s your tough guy act?"
Billy tried to open his mouth to respond, but his tongue felt glued to the roof of his mouth.
Stu bit the back of his neck hard, like a predator who had finally caught its prey. "Just one more for me baby," He slurred through a mouthful of blood. "One more, c'mon."
Billy tipped his head forward with a sob, thighs trembling as Stu worked him towards a slow, agonizing orgasm. He couldn't think, could hardly breathe, all he could hear was animalistic cries he distantly recognized as his own.
His eyes rolled back in his head, his muscles locking up as his orgasm rolled through him, his vision going black.
When he came to, the pillow beneath him was no longer wet, and he had a thick comforter pulled over his body. He blinked blearily at Stu, who was knocked out on the other side of the bed.
"What a fucking fag..." He grumbled hoarsely as he moved closer and laid his head on his chest, letting Stu's heartbeat lull him to sleep.