AN: Minor slash so if you don't like, don't read. Stephen King owns them. I just bow down to him and Rob Reiner. Will switch POVs. Sixth Stand By Me fanfic in response to the support I received for "Unspoken Questions and Offers."

This is the sequel to "Unspoken Questions and Offers"

Please no flames.

This "one shot" has mutated into a series. If you have any suggestions about titling the series, please tell me, I can title stories but collective works? Can't name them for the life of me.

AN: This chapter is VERY heavy on the slash. A few sexual moments pop up but I threw in some humor for good measure. Written for all my faithful readers/reviewers. Hope you like it.

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-Ace's POV-

It was a few weeks after the fight with Mr. Chambers before I saw that Lachance kid again. He stopped by the Chambers house to see if Chris wanted to hang out but Eyeball told the kid Chris had already left when in actuality Chris was upstairs showering after an impromptu wrestling match on the muddy front lawn between Chris Eyeball and I happened.

I don't think Eyeball knows about Chris but he knows there's something wrong between him and Lachance so he's smart enough to send the kid off. Once Lachance left Eyeball closed the door, locked it, and turned to face me, both of us still covered in now drying mud. We smiled at each other for a moment before he leaned forward, throwing one arm around me, his hand catching the back of my head and his fingers brushing over the hair and the base of my neck.

I stared at him, unsure as to where this sudden action had come from but instead of stepping back I stepped forward when Eyeball pulled. Wrestling together felt like old times until Eyeball was secretly trying to press into the pressure points along my spine that he knew made me melt. Rolling around together was hot enough without the added sexual tension and the fact that once we knocked Chris down he joined in as well.

Now though Chris wasn't here and Eyeball was probably feeling the same way I was, nothing else could explain him pulling me a little closer each second until we were kissing and his arm was hooked around my back, not letting me go.

I was so wrapped up in the soft kiss, a type of kiss I had never received from Eyeball until just now, that I didn't notice anything else until I heard someone clear their throat.

Eyeball and I jumped apart and looked at the stairs to see Chris standing there, a small smile on his face. "Shower's free," was all he said.

Eyeball stuttered for a moment. "Chris, we were…uh…."

"Eyeball, get over it. I've known. Big deal," Chris said putting his hand on his older brother's shoulder.

"You're not freaked out?"

"By what?" Chris asked. "You liking guys?" Eyeball nodded. Chris laughed. "It must run in the family then." With that Chris smirked and walked down the last few stairs before strolling into the kitchen. Eyeball was left there with his jaw dropped.

I just began laughing at Eyeball's shocked look. "You knew?" he shouted at me.

"Remember the day you went to town to get those cokes and the doors were locked on you?"

"Yeah? What about it?"

"I've known about him since the day after the body by the train tracks and the day you were gone getting cokes, Chris told Lachance and Lachance lost it. But now I guess everything's cool, though I still don't like that little shit."

"You used to think you'd never like me," Chris called out from the kitchen.

I turned and smirked at him as Eyeball and I walked into the kitchen. "Yeah but Lachance is a homophobic little wimp so he doesn't count."

"And what am I?" Chris asked.

"A homo wimp."

"Wimp, huh?" Chris said, putting down his cup of orange juice.

"Yeah, wimp," I said standing up straighter and smirking down at him. Chris looked at the floor before slowly dragging his eyes up to meet mine. Before I knew it Chris tackled me to the ground and we were rolling around in the living room trying to pin each other.

Eyeball laughed and leaned back against the wall watching us fight. I grabbed Chris' left arm and dragged him down to the ground, much as I had done the day I took Lachance's hat, but this time I wasn't threatening Chris with a cigarette to the eye.

Chris gasped for air beneath me so I let up a bit. Chris tried to get away but I held tight, pressing my body against his back enough so he could breathe but not move.

Eyeball whistled and it was only then I saw our position. Chris was pinned beneath me, our bodies aligned much like the way I'd had Eyeball's a few time before, and our heavy breathing did nothing to make it appear innocent at all. Normally I'd have let go and backed away but instead I leaned forward more and whispered into Chris' ear. "Your brother thinks we make a nice looking couple, do you agree, Christopher?" I asked drawing out his name.

Chris shivered beneath me and I had to smirk. Eyeball snickered and walked away, as though it was normal to see his gay best friend and brother talking in whispers in a sexual position on his living room floor.

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-Chris' POV-

I can handle teasing Eyeball about my knowing of his sexuality, I can handle wrestling with Ace, but this was new. I couldn't tell if I liked it or not at first, that is the feeling of Ace holding me down and keeping me close. When he said Christopher though I couldn't stop the shiver that shot through me. I knew Ace was wearing that self-satisfied smirk and I closed my eyes so I couldn't see it, hoping to steady my shaking body as well. Once I did I glanced back over my shoulder and locked eyes with Ace.

"Enjoying yourself there, John?" I shot back. Ace froze; I guess he forgot I knew his real name.

"What'd you just say?" he asked.

"What's the matter Jonathan?" I said smirking.

Ace growled and I shivered again though I managed to keep the smirk on my face. "Keep calling me that and see what happens."

"You won't hurt me," I said, nearly daring him to hit me.

"True, maybe I want punch you or kick you but I can do something else."

"Oh really?" I dared. "Try me."

I should have known those words would doom me. Ace didn't even freeze or hesitate as he leaned foreword and whispered in my ear, "Two options, physically I do something or I tell you all the graphic details of your brother and I."

"Ahh! Physical!" I shouted, not wanting or needing those images.

Ace smirked and he leaned down, biting at the skin on my neck briefly before dragging his lips back up to my ear and whispered, "You're not old enough to do what I'd gladly do."

I bit my lip and closed my eyes as I said, "I'm old enough to do what I damn well want."

Ace let out a short, throaty laugh. "Yeah you are. Hell by your age I'd been drunk more times than I can count and lost my virginity. You are pretty innocent compared to me at that time."

"Except for the fact that at my age I know I'm gay instead of fucking around with girls."

Ace nodded. "True," was all he said before he stood quickly and pulled me to my feet. My arm and shoulder were sore from being bent so long but the whispered conversation was worth it. "If you're still sore later I'll fix your arm," he said before turning to go help Eyeball find something worth cooking in the kitchen.

I stood there, one hand rested on my sore shoulder, watching Ace and Eyeball move around the kitchen, Eyeball seeming to have been expecting Ace's actions.

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-Ace's POV-

Later that night I was lying on the couch, Eyeball on the smaller one and Chris in the armchair as we watched television. I glanced over at Chris to see his hand casually resting on the shoulder of the arm I'd twisted earlier. "Chris, come over here," I said, sitting up to make room for him.

He stood and came to sit next to me. I shifted so I was sitting behind him, my legs on either side of his hips, Chris sitting near the edge of the couch. I hadn't meant to hurt his shoulder though I'm sure I hurt it much more than this on the times I had meant to cause him pain.

Slowly I massaged the muscles at the base of his neck over to his shoulder and down a bit until his eyes were closed and his head had fallen back onto my shoulder.

"Ace, man, you should do that stuff for a living. Every person you massage goes into a dream world when you do it."

"You'd know," I shot back, adding a good-natured smile to take any sting out of my words. Chris let out a moan of appreciation as I kept massage the stiffness out of his shoulder.

"Eyeball's right Ace, you should do this. I'd be you number one customer," Chris muttered, his eyes still closed. I couldn't help but smile at his words as I kept at his shoulder.

"You'd have to fight me for the appointments," Eyeball said winking at me.

"Anytime Eyeball, if it gets me this kind of treatment."

Eyeball laughed at the look on Chris' face but I found it incredibly attractive. I looked over at Eyeball and we locked eyes for a moment before he smiled, nodded, and went back to watching the TV.