Notes: I'm sorry. I love GordieChris slash and I needed to write one of my own. I hope its okay. I have never written anything like this before.
Warning: Language and Sexual Things.
Summary: You were tied to the beds headboard as your best friend has his way with you [Gordie's POV GordieChris
Disclaimer: This is what would have happened in the movie if I owned it.
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Let me know that I've done wrong when I've known this all along

You're tied to the headboard as your best friend has his way with you. The door is closed, and his brothers friends are right next door and any little move could send them in here. The jokes and the rumors would start and it's so fucking hard to deny them when you're naked, tied to a bed. But the fact that anyone could walk in at any minute makes it so much hotter. You struggle as you try not to cry out.

I go around a time or two just to waste my time with you

You can't even remember when this started. All you remember is one day it was just the two of you, hanging out, reading comic books and the next thing you know is he was on top of you and your hands were under his shirt.

Tell me all that you've thrown away. Find out games you don't wanna play

You remember when life was simple. When you knew nothing and believed everything. Even when you went to go find that body. That's when you think you developed these feeling. That night, it was just you two.

You are the only one that needs to know

You remember the butterflies. You remember the longing to see him. You remember the way he put his arm around you when you cried.

I'll keep you my dirty little secret

The next day you pretend nothing happened because it was wrong. You didn't like girls like everyone else. You were fucking in love with your best friend. The next day, there were no secretive whispers or knowing looks.

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret

By day, you were best friends. By night, you were animals. You had never been a good liar until the first night you kissed.

My dirty little secret; who has to know?

You learned how to lie better and better each day because you had to. You had to save yourself before someone destroyed you.

When we live such fragile lives, it's the best way we survive

And the next night you find yourself in the same position. Tied to the same goddamn headboard with the same goddamn t-shirts.

I'll keep you my dirty little secret

With the same damn fears that you'll be caught. By his drunk or your socially acceptable father. By his frightened or your curious mother. By his siblings or the ghost of your dead brother.

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret

Every night you get together. Everyone thinks you're helping his pass his classes. No one knows what happens behind closed doors.

Those thoughts I can't deny

Tomorrow, the next day…, the next day…, the next day…, the next day…, the next week…, and the week after that…every living, breathing moment is devoted to him. And his t-shirts. And his headboard.

I'll keep you my dirty little secret

You never know how you do it every night. You have been doing it for weeks now and haven't even been close to being caught. You think about it sometimes, on the nights you can't think because you can still feel him touching you even though he left hours before. Maybe everyone knows. Maybe they know about you two.

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret

Tomorrow, you will get up, the butterflies going mad in your stomach for almost nine hours apart. And you will go to school. No secretive looks, no mysterious whispers. No nothing. By day, friends; by night, lovers.

Dirty little secret,

Who has to know?