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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      IT_(2017), IT_-_Stephen_King
  Relationship:
      Mike_Hanlon/Stanley_Uris
  Character:
      Mike_Hanlon, Stanley_Uris
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Alternate_Universe, First_Time, Loss_of
      Virginity, Making_Love, Falling_In_Love, Interracial_Relationship,
      Established_Relationship, Nervousness, Stanlon_is_perf_and_you_can't
      convince_me_otherwise
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-29 Words: 3176
****** All The Colors Of Autumn ******
by A_M_Kelley
Summary
     He’s dazed beyond belief, vision blurry like he’s in a dream, with
     the multicolor leaves on the branches projecting all around him, but
     he can see Mike so crisp and clear at the epicenter of it all and his
     head spins. He feels lighter than air, basking in the sensation of
     Mike’s warm body moving against his, and if he doesn’t hold on, Stan
     thinks he might just float away.
Notes
     Because I need more Stanlon fic in my life and so do you.
They’re under a big oak tree a couple hundred yards just behind the Hanlon farm
the first time it happens. They talked about this plenty of times over the
course of a few weeks. They’ve been dating for almost a year without anyone
figuring it out and now Stan was ready to take the next step. So Mike gathered
up a few old linens, nice soft ones, and sprawled them out across the ground
for Stan to lay down against them. Stan’s heart was beating so fast that he
thought it might explode out of his chest.
He was absolutely terrified, but he vowed to see this one through. Stan wanted
to bond with Mike in a more intimate way to show the other boy just how much he
loves him. He wanted to feel Mike inside him the same way a girl does. And when
Stan gets naked and lays down on the makeshift bed Mike has constructed for
him, he spreads his legs invitingly as if beckoning Mike over to him. The warm
afternoon sun is trickling through the branches and leaves, casting a splotchy
pattern across Stan’s pale, lithe body and he looks like an angel to Mike. Pure
and ethereal with his ruddy cheeks and unruly hair.
Stan watches Mike disrobe from where he’s lying on the ground, slim chest
undulating shallowly because he’s so excited and nervous in a single bound.
They maintain eye contact as Mike discards each article of clothing until he’s
bared to Stan’s half lidded gaze. He’s much more defined than Stan, considering
all the work he does around the farm, and his manhood stands up proudly, stiff
and reasonably sized. It’s the first penis Stan’s ever seen besides his own and
the differences between his and Mike’s amazes him.
When Stan’s is erect it usually flushes to a light pink, slender and pale
against his flat stomach, but Mike’s… It’s the same warm hue as the rest of
him, aside from the slightly darker tip, but it doesn't blush the same way
Stan’s does. At least not from what Stan can see. He’s much bigger too and
still has his foreskin, a sight Stan’s never seen before. Not that he’s
experienced in the slightest, but it makes him wonder if all his friends are
uncircumcised and if it looks just as odd on them as it does with Mike.
That’s not to say Stan’s not into it. The fact that Mike was so different from
him was exciting within itself. The new textures, colors, shapes… The same can
be said for Mike. Every imperfection and little detail about Stan’s body is
laid out for Mike to see. With Stan’s pale, milky skin there’s no hiding from
Mike. Mike can see every mole or freckle on the boy’s body and how his
complexion is more rosy in certain areas. Namely the tip of his cock that’s
fully exposed and tinged a soft pink color.
Stan is still so skinny, even know as they’re sophomores in high school, but
his limbs are long and supple. Mike loves the way Stan spreads his thighs like
a blushing virgin, which he is, and exposes himself to him. He can see that
Stan is almost completely smooth down there. He wonders if that was Stan’s
doing out of self consciousness or if he was just naturally like that. Either
way, it just reinforced the idea that Stan was actually an angel sent down to
Mike. He’s never seen Stan so beautiful in his life and it made him feel worthy
in a sense that he was the first to lay eyes on his slender body.
Mike’s erection bobs as he clambers down to where Stan is laying and kneels
between the Jewish boy’s spread thighs. Mike reaches into the pocket of his
pants, which have been discarded off to the side, and retrieves a small tube of
clear, sticky liquid along with a condom. They were things Mike has heard
Richie talking about on many occasions and figured it’d be wise to be prepared.
Sure, he got a few funny looks and nasty comments from Gretta Keene, but Mike
wanted to make sure he did this right.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Mike asks, staring down at Stan’s enticing body
with his supplies in hand. “We can wait if you’re nervous.”
“No, I'm good. Nervous is normal,” Stan says, though his voice trembles
slightly. “I trust you not to hurt me. Not on purpose, at least.”
“Never,” Mike promises, giving Stan a reassuring smile. “But you let me know if
you need me to slow down, okay? We can take this as slow as you want.”
“Okay,” Stan concurs, shivering when a warm Autumn breeze blows through.
Mike takes this as his cue and tears open the foil packet containing the
condom. It’s slimy and thin and he has to question it’s integrity, but rolls it
down over the length of his erection anyway. It clings to him like a second
skin, doesn’t quite reach the base but figures that’s just as well. Mike
doesn’t suspect Stan will be able to take it all on the first try. He pops open
the cap of the lubricant and squeezes it into his palm. Mike experimented with
it last night just to see how slick it was and hoped it would make it easier
for Stan. With enough of it, Mike supposed Stan would be fine so long as he
took his time.
He spreads it all over his cock, being liberal with how much he uses, then
drizzles even more onto his fingers. He reaches down between Stan’s legs,
brushing past the smooth skin, and rubs them against the pink pucker that lies
just beneath Stan’s erect cock. Stan squirms against the contact, the feeling
of having someone touch that part of him bizarre and interesting at the same
time, and parts his legs more to give Mike better access.
At this, Mike takes initiative and inserts one of his slick fingers inside of
Stan, drawing out a surprised gasp from him. It doesn’t hurt, but it feels
super weird, especially when Mike thrusts it slowly inside him. Mike is so
gentle with him, his touch careful and sure as he fingers Stan, that he eases
another finger in alongside the first one. This causes Stan some discomfort as
his body regulates the intrusion, but it’s still bearable. Mike uses his free
hand to stroke the inside of Stan’s thigh tenderly as if to soothe him through
the process.
This is all done to the soundtrack of Mike whispering words of endearment and
praise as he prepares his lover. Stan’s head his all over the place as it rolls
back and forth like it’s weighed down with lead. Mike’s gaze flicks between
what his hand is doing and gauging Stan’s reaction at the same time. Stan’s
cheeks are so pink from arousal and embarrassment that it actually makes him
look that much more debauched. Mike never thought anything could look so erotic
and beautiful, but Stan was proving him wrong yet again.
“Do you wanna try it now?” Mike inquires, trying to suppress his excitement at
least a little bit.
“Mmm-hmm,” Stan squeaks, nodding his head fervently.
Mike opens the bottle again, spreading another coat onto his cock in case the
wind had dried out what he put on before. Stan was watching him the whole time
too, mesmerized by how Mike’s fist was stroking up and down his manhood. Stan’s
not going to lie, he feels pretty intimidated by Mike’s size, despite not
having anything to compare it to, and he’s panicking because he isn’t sure how
it’s all going to fit inside him.
But the sun is shining, the breeze is warm and crisp, and Mike, sweet gentle
Mike, is there to dispel any doubt he might be experiencing. And when Mike
settles down over him and kisses him softly on the lips, Stan knows that
there’s nothing to be afraid of because Mike is by his side every step of the
way. Mike grabs one of Stan’s hands, threading their fingers together, as he
uses his free hand to steady himself.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” Mike reminds him, pecking Stan on the lips.
Stan’s breath hitches when he feels the tip of Mike’s cock nudging against his
perineum, trying to find his entrance, and lets out a giggle much to Mike’s
humility. Stan reaches down, grips Mike’s erection in his hand, and guides it
into him. It feels hot and slippery, heavy even, in Stan’s hand, but the
texture is lost on him. The condom, though necessary, keeps Stan from feeling
Mike properly, but he supposes there’ll be plenty of time for that later once
they start exploring more. Right now, Stan is just dead set on getting Mike
inside his body.
Stan feels the reservoir tip of the prophylactic graze over his hole and pulls
Mike to him, popping the head past the first ring of muscle with ease. It makes
Stan call out shortly, shocking him more than anything else, and whines at the
sudden pain setting it. Mike gasps when the vice-like grip of Stan’s body
encloses around him and shudders at the noise Stan makes. He’s already
throbbing so much and he wonders how long he’ll be able to last with that being
said.
Though somewhat excruciating, Stan’s cock remains hard and flushed against his
stomach as Mike slowly works his way inside inch by agonizing inch. Stan is
whimpering, almost on the verge of tears, but Mike is tenderly kissing his
ruddy cheeks and whispering into his ear saying things like it’s alright and
I'm gonna make you feel so good baby. By the halfway point, Stan wants to tap
out and throw in the towel, but he just wraps his arms tightly around Mike’s
shoulders and holds on.
Mike isn’t able to go much deeper after that because Stan is just too tense,
but it’s enough. Stan is trembling against him by the time he starts to pull
out a little, only to thrust back inside, but he holds onto Stan’s hand even as
the Jewish boy squeezes his almost too tightly. Stan’s head is thrown back
against the soft blankets, writhing as Mike moves, and moans when the pressure
inside him rubs just the right way.
The pain is all but forgotten when his body finally decides to adjust and
accept Mike. Mike still isn’t going all the way in, but what does slide inside
does with ease because of the lubricant. Stan is relaxing more as a result and
his cries are slowly fading out into soft pleas for more. Mike is kissing him
tenderly, slowly, as they make love underneath the old oak tree behind the
Hanlon farm and Stan feels like he’s flying.
He’s dazed beyond belief, vision blurry like he’s in a dream, with the
multicolor leaves on the branches projecting all around him, but he can see
Mike so crisp and clear at the epicenter of it all and his head spins. He feels
lighter than air, basking in the sensation of Mike’s warm body moving against
his, and if he doesn’t hold on, Stan thinks he might just float away.
Still, in the back of his mind is that voice of doubt and it sounds like his
father. Making love with Mike is taboo on so many levels for Stan, not only
because he’s still just a boy but because of other factors. For one, Mike isn’t
Jewish, a fact that would most likely disappoint his dad, and also because
they’re both boys. And lets not forget that they’re in an interracial
relationship, which shouldn’t be a big deal if you asked Stan, but people are
still losing their minds over it for some dumb reason.
But Stan doesn’t care about all that. He’s soaring high above the clouds with
Mike where no one can tell them how to live their lives and that’s all he
wants, really. Strong, compassionate Mike holding me in his arms and telling me
everything is going to be alright. Love isn’t about worrying what other people
think or say. Love is about spending the rest of your life with someone who
makes you happy and will always be there for you no matter what. Stan knows
that person is Mike beyond the shadow of a doubt.
And when Stan’s body gives way and Mike slides into him deeper, he knows that
he can fly all the way to the moon and back so long as Mike keeps doing that.
Mike is rubbing up against him in long, slow strokes, coaxing more soft noises
out of Stan and Stan can do nothing but marvel at the sensation bubbling up in
the pit of his stomach. Stan has to wonder how Mike is able to do that, but
saves it for another time because this is too good for him to get lost in
thought right now.
“Mike, you feel so good,” Stan whines, body trembling each time Mike enters
him.
Mike’s caressing Stan’s face now, kissing him every so often as he pets his
hair and gasps against his lips. Stan’s body is squeezing him, almost
uncomfortably so, but the way his muscles ripple along his cock is enough to
make up for that. Stan is so warm and inviting, sinuous in a way, and Mike
doesn’t want the feeling to stop. He knows it can’t last forever, but goddamn…
“You feel so good too, baby,” Mike breathes out, thrusting gently into his
lover’s tight channel.
He sits back slightly so he can look at the rest of Stan’s body, admiring the
sinew and lightly flushed white skin that deeply contrasts with his own darker
complexion. It was like cream dissolving into a nice hot cup of coffee,
mingling together to make a concoction that is both sweet and frothy. They fit
together so well, like it was meant to be, and oh fuck yes when Mike slides the
rest of the way inside Stan’s body they both know it’s over.
Mike bottoms out and Stan feels his cock give a little jerk when he tenses up
slightly. Stan’s face screws up and his mouth hangs open with a surprised gasp
escaping his throat. He drops a hand down and wraps it around his arousal,
moaning when Mike decides to watch him pleasure himself. Mike continues to rock
back and forth inside Stan, short deep thrusts that give them both what they
need, and bends down to capture Stan’s mouth in a passionate kiss. Stan’s
thighs and legs clamp around Mike’s waist, keeping him in place, as they both
moan in unison.
“I love you,” Mike declares when he breaks the kiss, hips stuttering.
“I love you too,” Stan whimpers and he cries out, throwing his head back
against the blankets.
And, damn, is Stan beautiful in this moment. Long, slender fingers wrapped
around his flushed cock, bring himself to ecstasy as he spurts all over his
flat stomach. His lips parted and drenched in incoherent moans as he babbles
over and over again that he loves Mike. His hair all messy and wild from
squirming against the linen covered ground. Or all the colors of Autumn casting
their hues of orange, red, and yellow all over his lithe body.
Stan’s body tenses, clenches really, as he comes all over his fist and abdomen,
causing Mike’s breath to catch. Mike’s hips give a few final jerks, slipping in
and out of Stan with ease at this point, and comes inside the prophylactic.
Despite everything, Stan can feel Mike’s cock throbbing inside him as he
finally reaches climax and a dirty thought occurs to him. What would it feel
like if Mike wasn’t wearing a condom? Normally, the thought would make Stan
cringe with how filthy and unsanitary that would be, but knowing it would be
Mike…
Baby steps for now, Stan tells himself. After all, I’ve only just lost my
virginity.
“Are you okay?” Mike asks after they’ve had time to catch their breath.
“Yeah. You were amazing, Mike,” Stan praises, pulling his lover down to give
him a languid kiss.
“I didn’t hurt you?” Mike follows up, doubling checking just to make sure Stan
was alright.
“Only a little at first,” Stan admits, rubbing the tip of his nose against
Mike’s intimately. “But you made it feel really good.”
“Good,” Mike echoes, giving Stan another kiss for good measure as they nuzzle.
“Now let's get you cleaned up.”
Mike slides out of Stan, making the Jewish boy wince a little in discomfort,
but that was to be expected. Mike glances down, taking note of his release
trapped inside the condom, and pulls it off carefully so as not to make an even
bigger mess. He ties it off at the top, digs a small hole in the dirt with his
hand, and buries it in it’s own shallow grave. It isn’t the most ideal way to
dispose of it, but Mike doesn’t want to have to explain to his grandpa why
there’s used condoms in the garbage.
He proceeds by folding one of the corners of the blankets over Stan and uses it
to wipe him off. Stan raises up on his elbows, making his come drip down his
body a little, and giggles when the blanket tickles the area around his belly
button. Mike helps him off of the linens and they get dressed together in
silence. Stan swoons a little when all his weight settles back onto his legs
and it’s only now that he feels a deep almost burning sensation inside of his
body. It isn’t unbearable or particularly painful, but Stan figures it’ll stick
with him for the next day or two. But that’s to be expected.
Once they’re both dressed and straightened out, they share a look that is both
giddy and embarrassed. Stan is still blushing, smiling because he can’t help
it, and Mike guesses he mirrors the expression to a T because his cheeks hurt
from how wide his grin is. Their nerves get the better of them and they laugh
like a couple of dumb teenagers who are out of their mind in love. Mike pulls
Stan closer to him, holding him around his slim waist, and kisses him long and
slow.
A warm breeze blows by again, whispering through the branches and making the
leaves chatter, and Stan wraps his arms tighter around Mike’s shoulders. He
still feels like he’s floating away out of his body, like him and Mike are
ascending to the stars, and he knows right then and there that Autumn will
always be a special time of year to him. That point between the end of summer
and the beginning of school will always make Stan think of this moment of him
and Mike becoming one underneath the old oak tree.
The exact moment he knew, without a doubt, that he was in love with Mike
Hanlon.
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