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Come to my window, oh, crawl inside; wait by the light of the moon

Come To My Window

You know the drill from every nineties movie/tv show known to man, because apparently there were no doors in the nineties: you, oh poor you, are stuck up in your room, and then, a rock is thrown at your window! Why, who would do such a thing? No, it's not some kind of burglar coming in to steal all your...private room things, it's your childhood friend from next door (who totally has a crush on you/you're nursing a crush on), your free-spirited boyfriend or girlfriend, or another rebellious love interest who has a long, long ladder and no need for conventional entrances. Why are they here? To finally confess their secret feelings for you? Give you your first kiss? Sneak you away because your parents don't approve? Maybe they have a crappy home life and just need somewhere to stay.

Whatever the case may be, open those window panes and get ready for sneaking in, sneaking out, and possibly making out.

Inspired by all those teen movies where love interests climb in through windows. Play it as straight or as ridiculous as you want. Age your character down. I don't care, I'm not the boss.
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Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight, lead me out on the moonlit floor, lift your open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me.

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Should he be here, tap, tap, tapping at Stu's window? Probably not. But he is, and he better answer. He climbed all the way up here, he's peering through the glass, trying to catch sight of him through the scant bit of room he can see.

Stu looks up from his desk at the tapping on his window, the fuck?; he pushes back out of his seat and moves over the window; at least it's a distraction from the Casey bullshit.

He pulls open the curtains and pushes open the window, "Hey, Bud..." he almost says front doors are a thing but stops himself; he's trying to get better about his runaway mouth, but it's not going too well.

"Finally. I was wondering if I was going to have to knock louder." He's grinning though, sliding in through the opening. C'mon, can't Stu appreciate a little middle of the night-- whatever this is?

"What were you doing, anyway?"

"You were out there like two seconds," He says, shaking his head, but there's a grin on his face; he does appreciate it, but he's not going to say that out loud. "Homework," not at all moping around about Casey. "Kinda, was about to give up and put on a movie," He shrugs, "What has you creeping around, this..." He looks over at the clock by his bed, "late?"

"Well, not here homework, that's for sure." He stretches a bit once he's inside, looking casually around his room before he goes to sit on the edge of the bed.

"What movie?"

Stu snorts, "Those moves work on Sid?" he asks, going over and grabbing the tapes off his dresser, "I got Rope," yeah he's watched it before, but it's one of his favorites; leave him alone, "Rented Peeping Tom," He pauses and looks at Billy, "I was gonna call you tomorrow and tell you I got a hold of this, but..." He tosses the tape to Billy, "I got my hands on a copy of "Faces of Death." He grins, rubbing the back of his neck.

He scoffs at that comment. "Nothing helps there. But I wasn't trying to get in your pants."

He is, however, making himself comfortable on Stu's bed, folding his arms behind his head as he listens to that list of movies and then--

He's catching that tape and sitting up straighter. "What? Oh, we've found our movie."

Yeah, it's become their movie night. Not Stu's movie night.

"Just gotta work on your moves; think I'm gonna ask Tatum out, fucking Casey dicking around on me with Steve," He says, a little anger creeping into his voice, maybe an undercurrent of hurt.

He watches Billy making himself at home and shakes his head, the grin returning to his face. He grabs the tape and pops in the VCR.

"I'd get beer from the garage, but my parents are actually home for once," He clicks off the light presses play on the remote and flops into his bed leaning against the headboard, "Heard some parts are real and some parts are fake, but they made it hard to tell which."

"Yeah? Maybe you should." He shifts a little bit, reaching over to give him a quick pat on the shoulder when he settles in, although his eyes are focused on the TV screen.

"You didn't watch it first?" He knows he said he just got it, but he's not sure he'd put it past Stu to not preview it first.

Stu briefly leans into the touch side, eyeing Billy for a second, "No, I looked at the back of the sleeve a lot," He says, shoving a pillow between his head and the wall. "I told you I'd wait if I ever got my hands on a copy," Stu says, eyes focused on the open chest cavity on the screen, dialog fading away a little.

"Dating a cop's sister would be weird; you deputy dork is her older brother." He says, not looking away as the medical examiner starts to talk about death and dying.

He shifts a little, eyes on the movie, but he's listening to Stu talk as well. He snorts at the promise and lets his shoulder nudge into the other's. "What a romantic."

He's joking. But the other comment get a shrug. "Any other options then?"

Stu actually looks at Billy, "What, you want flowers and me crawling through your window?" He playfully plops his arm around Billy; he's always been on the more tactical side.

"Maybe there is, but I've got a good thing with them, have for a long time, don't wanna mess it up," Stu doesn't stop and think about what he's doing next because Billy is here; they can rewind the tape later if Billy doesn't break his jaw for what he's about to do.

He makes the move before he can stop himself, his brain showing all kinds of horrible things at him as he leans in and kisses Billy. It's different than kissing a girl, but he thinks he already might like it just as much. Or maybe it's just because it's Billy.

He's about to tell him to stop being a dumbass and watch the movie, something. Stu's got him off-kilter with the arm around his shoulder -- not usually something that he's surprised by. Stu's always in his personal space, more often than not.

But this is different.

He doesn't have to really wonder too long what the hell Stu's playing at. He's leaning in and kissing him. His eyebrows go up and his body tenses as he debates whether or not he should shove him off, or punch him for doing... that.

But those impulses are over quick as they started and he's letting himself be kissed, not entirely still or unresponsible, but feeling out the situation. He tips his head in, shifts a little closer as he experimentally returns it finally.

Stu's about to pull away and make a dumb joke, trying to cover up what he just did, but then Billy kisses him back, and something unclenches inside him. One hand going up into Billy's stupid fucking hair. He loves it. He'll never admit that, though.

When he pulls back, he looks a little surprised with himself and surprised that Billy kissed him back. For once, he doesn't know what to say, so he just goes back to watching the movie, putting his hand over Billy's; he knows he's pushing it a little. And he doesn't know what made him finally snap.

What, they're holding hands now? Billy is about to say-- something, but much like Stu, he's coming up blank. He doesn't know what to say, or do. So he sits there for a moment, watching the movie, eyes narrowed thoughtfully on the screen.

It takes a moment to decide that... he might as well go for it. Doesn't have to be weird, right? He clears his throat to try to get Stu's attention so he can lean in the minute he looks over, press their lips back together.

Stu's about to ask if Billy thinks the scene playing out in front of them is fake or if people's insides really look like that. But it's one of those inside thoughts he doesn't let slip out much.

But letting things slip seems to be the theme for the night because when he turns his head, he's getting kissed.

He freezes, but only for a second, before he starts kissing Billy back; it's different than kissing Casey. But then he's pretty sure Casey is cheating on him. He pushes that thought from his mind before the anger starts to bubble up.

Because this is different than kissing Casey, it's different in a good way. In a great way, even. It's not cheating if it's another guy anyway... or is he cheating on Billy with Casey? Semantics and it's something he doesn't want to dig into right now. He's got better things to focus on right now.

He moves enough to push Billy down a little, stretching out on the bed a little, hand going to the side of Billy's neck, pushing the kiss a little deeper before he has to pull back for a breath.

"Thought there'd be more alcohol, and it'd be a lot fucking weirder when we finally fucking kissed." Stu laughs, sue him; he leans in, aiming to give Billy a hickey because he's still a little shit.

It's definitely different than kissing Sidney. But it's not bad at all, not when the kiss is getting deepened and there's a hand moving down his neck. It's enough to send a pleasurable jolt through, drawing out a deep groan for a moment.

... Then Stu's laughing and talking and he's rolling his eyes. "You thought about kissing me?"

He huffs, giving the other a nudge back. "C'mon, no marks! How am I gonna explain that?"

Stu grumbles against Billy's skin, "I mean, could put someplace no one's gonna see," He grins a little, "Unless you're doing under-the-clothes shit with Sid..." He says, kissing Billy's jaw. He crawls on top of Billy, putting his chin on Billy's sternum, becoming dead weight on the brunette.

"So, just over the clothes makeout stuff?"

"Sounds like you're a little curious," Billy points out, eyebrow arching up as he looks down at Stu. He's quiet for a moment, debating. What did he want? And what the hell were they doing?

But even the dead weight on top of him isn't bad, actually. Solid and warm, and different to Sid or any other softer curves. He kind of wants more. "Alright... We'll start with making out, see where it goes after that?"

"Nothing wrong with curiosity, as long as you're not a cat..." Stu smirks. "Look, fooled around with Tatum... well more than that," He laughs, sticking his tongue out a little, "Dicked around with that bitch Casey for a while..." His expression goes dark thinking about catching her with that jackass Steve.

"I'm dudes are probably just as fun," He laughs, licking his lips and raising his eyebrows at Billy.

"That's a totally great way to start this, alright, let's make out ," Stu teases, shaking his head, but he pushes himself up enough to kiss Billy.

He rolls his eyes as he shifts his hands up to rest against the other's hips. It's a little weird, but-- not in a bad way. "Yeah? How far?" He teases lightly, dragging his hands up from hips to back--

And then maybe he's a little bit distracted by that kiss. He presses into it with a pleased hum. Making out... definitely sounds good. Doesn't feel bad either.

Stu lets the kiss drag out, and yeah, fooling around with a guy is just as fun, or maybe it's just because it's Billy. He pulls back, biting at Billy's lower lip, "You really asking how far I've gone with my girlfriend while I'm on top of you?" Stu asks, laughing a little, going to kiss Billy's neck.

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"Not asking for details, just curious if you've got an idea of what you're doing," he shoots back. The bite has him smirking before he leans up though, chasing Stu for another kiss. This one is deeper, harder.

"I've had sex," He says rolling his eyes a little, kissing Billy's neck again, "But I'm not sure if you paid attention, but you have different parts than Tatum," He laughs against Billy's skin, "Kind of just going off what I like," He shrugs, "What about you, do you know what you're doing?" He asks, kissing Billy, pushing it a bit deeper than the other ones.

"We both got the same parts... pretty sure I got an idea or two," he taunts, biting at Stu's lower lip when he pulls away from the deeper kiss. He pushes his weight up then, trying to roll them both on to their sides so he's not pinned underneath.

Stu lets Billy roll them to their sides, even if he really likes the idea of Billy pinned under him.

He bites at Billy's lower lip a little, letting out a soft laugh as he goes in for another kiss a little rougher than the last one.

Casey didn't like it when he bit her and tried to hold her down a little; maybe that wouldn't be as much of a problem with Billy.

He growls in approval at that nip, pressing in close to Stu. He definitely doesn't mind a little biting, or the roughness of that kiss. He returns it eagerly, one hand sliding down to grip at Stu's hip, dragging him even closer.