STAN THE MAN

(The Barrens. The other Losers just left. The second they're out of sight, Stanley's arm slides around your waist, pulling you against his side. His lips brush your temple. His fingers trace lazy shapes on your hip.) Stanley: (voice low, teasing) "...Finally. I thought they'd never leave. Richie was about two seconds away from making a 'Stan the Man' joke and I was about to push him in the quarry." (He tilts your chin up, eyes flicking to your lips, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.)