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 "Not so Perfect Coverups."

This is the sequel to "Not so Perfect Coverups"

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.

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-Ace's POV-

"Spill it," Eyeball said.

I looked up at him from my place on his bedroom floor where I decided to sleep that night. "Spill what?"

Eyeball leaned on his side to look down at me. "You want my baby brother, don't you?"

I felt my heart drop into my stomach as my entire body froze over. "What?" I said a bit too loudly though thankfully only Eyeball, Chris, and myself were in the house.

"You want Chris. You've had me, you want him now," Eyeball stated as though it wasn't a completely immoral statement. Wanting men alone was socially unacceptable. Wanting your best friend is worse. Having your best friend should send me to hell, wanting his little brother is sending me to the depths of hell.

"Going to say anything?" he asked.

"Why do you think I want Chris?"

"Please, he's a Chambers. He's growing up right, he's not an annoying little shit like the rest of his friends, he's more open about his sexuality then we've ever been, he'll fight you, he won't let you take control, he something you want that you think you can't have so you want him more."

I stared at Eyeball. That was deep for him, to think like that.

"Do you have a point somewhere in there?" I asked.

"Yeah. If you want Chris I'm not going to get mad at you. Hell I'll even hint at him for you if you'd like. I always worried about the kid, wondering if he knew about us, who he'd tell, all that. But then he tells me he's known and that he's like us and now I worry more that he'll get the shit kicked out of him or be broken hearted by some asshole. But if it's you he's with no one can touch him, everyone's too damn afraid of you. And if you break his heart, at least you're an asshole I know, and if you do, he'd go back to hating you like he always did, except he'd have dirt on you. Big deal. You can still beat him into silence if you have to. But he's not the type to run his mouth so I don't see any reason why you should be stopping yourself."

I stared at Eyeball. That's the most he's talked like that…while sober anyway. He took a breath and smirked at me.

"Did I make my point, Merril?"

I smirked in return. "Loud and clear Chambers."

We stayed there, smirking at each other, the look we shared serving as our silent agreement that this conversation stays between us.

"But you are wrong about one thing," I said.

"What's that?"

"He's too young, that's what's stopping me."

Eyeball stared at me. "We weren't too young to be getting drunk and smoking at thirteen. He's been smoking for over a year, don't know about his drinking habits. Face it, he's more mature then we were and if you don't want him now he may not want you later."

I nodded. He was right. Chris may be out of my league in a few years but does that give me the right to corrupt him at thirteen?

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-Chris' POV-

I knew Ace and Eyeball were talking about something serious, I didn't hear any jokes, laughter, or rough housing, I was surprised but wanted to know what they were talking about.

I laid awake for a few hours, thinking everything over. I thought about Gordie, for maybe ten minutes until my mind drifted on Ace. I didn't realize that until I'd been thinking about him but I found myself smiling a little more than I expected to.

I wondered when Ace had become the reason for me to smile; hell I smile more over him than I do over anything lately.

I turned over to lie on my stomach; arms tucked under the pillow and closed my eyes. I could still feel Ace's hands on my shoulders and I smiled to myself. It felt great, not being sore, but having Ace fix me up made it a little better.

I thought over the day and I remembered Ace pinning me beneath him and keeping our bodies close. I bit my lip as I remembered what he said, "You're not old enough to do what I'd gladly do."

For a second I'd considered asking him exactly what that was but I could tell by the way he purposely drew my name out and pinned me down. I chose to defend my maturity and my age, which he eventually agreed with me over.

I fell asleep thinking about Ace which only meant I would dream about him. Not that I was complaining of course.

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-Ace's POV-

Eyeball fell asleep pretty quickly after we talked. I stayed awake thinking over what he said. If I didn't try for Chris now I might not have a shot later, if I did, I was sure I would be sent to the deepest depths of hell when I died. I was headed for hell first but now I'd be in the heart of the inferno for going after Chris.

Maybe if I just talked to Chris about it, told him that maybe when he was older I'd take him out. That could work, couldn't it?

AN: Alright first things first.

SORRY it took so long.

Please enjoy.

Later darlings.