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It was a passing thought, a mild curiosity. One that was born from seeing you drunk and hanging off Billy's shoulder as he and Sid tried to take you home. Just a random passing thought of ‘what would it be like to fuck you like that?’ Warm and wet but limp and lifeless underneath him. A little doll. He could do whatever he wanted, fuck you however he wanted and you’d not be able to stop him.
A passing thought that had been stuck in his head for the past 2 weeks, persistent and growing until he was borderline obsessed with the idea.
The next time you had been at one of his parties he’d made sure to keep fuelling you up with drink, coaxing and teasing you into more, a little stronger each time until you had been unable to stand without grabbing onto something. He had oh so generously offered to take you home, as he was host and felt responsible for his guests, Billy had drunkenly given him that look, that look that said he knew what Stu was up to but had ultimately shrugged and muttered some comment about as long as he didn't hurt you and left him to it. That indifference was as good as acceptance in Stu’s mind. If Billy was willing to let him do it, then it must be Ok. As much as Stu hated to admit it, Billy could read and understand people better than he could, often giving him a rough push back when he was straying too close to that so called “line”. So if Billy was letting him curl an arm around your waist and half drag you to the door then it can’t have been that big of a deal. But Sid had interfered again, concern and sympathy oozing out of her in a way that made him feel a little ill, bringing you water and helping you sit down as she got Tatum to call Dewey to come take you home.
Was it fucked up? To want your girlfriend still and lifeless underneath you? Billy didn't seem to think so but there must be something wrong with it if neither of them had even mentioned talking to you about it.
Tonight was his second chance, a night of just the two of you. The fantasy now an annoying obsessive tic that he can’t stop thinking about, can’t stop jerking off too. He thinks about it again. You, naked, still and unaware in his bed, just waiting for him to touch you how he wants. You’d probably be upset if you knew what he was thinking. But as he stands in front of his parents medicine cabinet, stares at the many rows of his mom’s medication bottles, he can’t bring himself to care that much. He recognizes the majority of the bottles, some over the counter medicines like aspirin, others he doesn’t know what they’re for but he knows what they do. He’s tried the majority. There’s a couple on the end that have the effects he’s looking for, Ambien, a tried and true classic or Halcion. He hesitates, the thought that he shouldn’t be doing this lost as he considers which pill would be the best.
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He stirs the hot chocolate slowly, pushing his own mug away and sparing a quick glance towards the kitchen door as he pulls the pills from his pocket. Eyeing the three little pills in his palm before crushing them under the teaspoon until they are a fine white powder. Is that too much? He shrugs to himself, adding the crushed pills into your drink. Better safe than sorry. Maybe a little stronger than the recommended dose, but it shouldn’t kill you. He’s tempted to take a sip, just to see if he can taste it but he doesn’t. He wants to be fully awake for this.
A few moments later Stu returned to the living room with the two mugs in his hands. “Hope this tastes ok, I know Billy is the hot cocoa king but I tried.” He tries not to stare as he sits down, eyes flitting to the mug in your hand as you took a sip. Excitement growing in his gut as you give him a happy grin and swallow.
“Not bad, a little sweet but-,” You take another sip and his cock twitches. “I grant you the title of Hot Cocoa Prince.”
“Ohhhh shame he’s not here to hear that. I’m coming for your crown Billy boy.” He says, watching you giggle as you drink. Something warm and syrupy tugging at his heart, he loves making you laugh.
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It happens quicker than he was expecting. Only just half way through the movie and you had slowly slumped over, falling asleep on his shoulder.
“Hey, lazybones,” He kept his voice low, but when you don’t respond he reaches up to stroke a finger over your cheek, indecision crawling in his gut.
You look so small, so vulnerable. He could do anything to you right now; he could kill you right now. That thought makes him go cold and he shuts it down, ignoring it before it can grow as he sits up, shifting awkwardly out from under you and letting you slump back down onto the sofa. He murmurs your name as he trails his fingers down along the column of your throat, and then a little louder when you don’t respond. You don’t even respond when he curls a hand around your throat, you make no movement at all, no sound. His fingers flex, tightening around you just once, just quickly, his knuckles turning white for a brief second before he lets go. Maybe doing this without Billy here was a bad idea. He has to tear his gaze away from the rapidly fading red marks of his fingers before he gives into the temptation to do it again.
Stu leaned in and brushed his lips over yours, quickly, a test almost before he stops. Pulling back to sit on his heels as he watches your face. Indecision and restlessness muddling his thoughts. Should he? Shouldn’t he? It’s not as fun as he had imagined, he hates the silence. He misses your moans and whimpers, the flashes of anger and annoyance when he pushes you too much. It’s oddly disappointing but, he slides a hand between his legs to palm himself, he’s still hard. He sits, staring at your face as he debates his options. He could, you’d never know, could tempt you into a early morning fuck before you were awake enough to realise you were already wet and sore, and he still really wants to know what it would feel like. Or he could phone Tatum, leave you here to sleep it off while he goes and gets his rocks off elsewhere. But, his hand leaves his cock to poke you softly on the nose, you do look absolutely adorable. He kind of wants to crawl back on to the couch and tug you back into his arms, finish the rest of the movie and fall asleep with you. He sighs, propping his head up on his hand, crossing his legs as he stares at you, and thinks.