#nosfw

Richie had a point there. All the losers had ended up at the same college which was amazing but it also meant they all spent a lot of time together. It was rare for the two of them to be alone. 

And maybe some of that was on purpose. Eddie had realized years ago that he liked Richie as more than a friend. When they were in Derry that was fine, no one else was there to make him jealous. But in college Richie attracted a lot of new people. His jokes and sense of humor were suddenly funny and unique, to both guys and girls. It made Eddie’s stomach twist each time Richie talked about going on a date or getting hit on.

Not that Eddie wasn’t going on dates but his rarely went anywhere, he kept thinking back to his loudmouthed friend. 

“Okay done.” Eddie said, twisting Richie’s hair off his neck and patting it. “Now we wait for thirty minutes.”

“Mario kart?” Richie asked as Eddie peeled off his gloves. He nodded and the pair spent the next half hour happily screaming at each other. Eddie had to admit that this was nice. He’d missed Richie and how he acted when it was just the two of them. His jokes didn’t get any better but he dropped some of his showboat personality. It always felt like Eddie got the real Richie when they were alone. 

Far too soon the timer was beeping. Eddie turned it off and said, “Now you just need to rinse it off.” 

“You’re going to help me right?” Richie asked, peeling off his shirt. At Eddie’s insistence he was already in his swim trunks so he’d be ready to hope in the shower. 

“You want me to get in the shower with you?” Eddie asked, trying not to squeak. He hadn’t planned on helping Richie with that piece. The shower stalls were small and Eddie didn’t love the idea of being so close to Richie. 

“Yea!” Richie shrugged his narrow shoulders. “Otherwise I won’t know if I got all of it.” 

“I’ll get wet.” Eddie said, gesturing at his outfit. 

“Damn Eds, sexy. Look, I have clothes you can wear- you can even borrow my shower shoes!” Richie pulled a spare pair of shorts and a shirt out of his drawer but Eddie didn’t move. 

“Come on Eds, please? For me? For your best friend in the world? I’ll even buy you lunch from that awful sandwich shop you like.”

“It’s not awful just because it’s vegan.” Eddie mumbled, taking the clothes.

“Eds that’s exactly why it’s awful.” 

Eddie shed his clothes and put Richie’s on, hyper aware of how they smelled like him. “Okay, lets go.” He said, turning back to Richie.

The other boy was staring at him. “Richie?” 

Richie shook his head. “Sorry Eds, just memorizing how you look in my clothes.”

At this point Eddie felt like he had spent more time blushing than not that day. “Shut up.” He mumbled, grabbing a new pair of gloves. “Let’s finish this.”

“Gloves in the shower, sexy.” Richie said, following him. “Gonna give me an examine?”

“I hate you.” 

Thankfully there was no one else showering. Eddie let Richie get in first and turn on the water. 

“How should we do this?” Richie asked, standing under the water and looking at him. Eddie hadn’t moved yet. The stalls were so small and Eddie was going to have to be pressed close to Richie to do this. He wished he’d kept refusing. 

But he hadn’t and Richie was watching him, waiting for Eddie to enter. 

“Face me and tilt your head back.” He said, taking a deep breath and stepping in.  The water hit his shoulders, getting the shirt wet almost immediately. Richie did as directed and Eddie put his arms over Richie’s shoulders, starting to rinse his hair. 

“This is pretty romantic Eds.” Richie said, his hands settling on Eddie’s hips to keep him stable. It felt like they were slow dancing, the rhythm of the water serving as their strange music.

“Your idea of romance sucks.” He muttered, pushing his hands into Richie’s hair.

“You in a shower with me? Nah, I think I’ve got it all.” Richie said with a wink. Eddie ignored him, trying to focus on rinsing the color out and not on their proximity. 

It didn’t work. Richie closed his eyes, leaning further into the water stream. It gave Eddie the chance to look at his friend, how his broad mouth was slightly parted, how relaxed he looked, how the water ran down his neck and to his chest. His Adam’s apple bobbed, more prominent from how his head was tilted. They were too close and Eddie couldn’t stop staring. 

Distracted, his hands hit a snarl in Richie’s hair and the other boy moaned loudly, his hips briefly bucking against Eddie’s. Richie’s eyes flew open and he looked at Eddie. For once Eddie wasn’t the one blushing. 

“Eds shit I didn’t-” 

Eddie’s eyes glanced down and he saw the outline of Richie’s erection through his shorts. Richie’s eyes did the same, falling on Eddie's erection. “Eds, I-”

“I want to touch you.” Eddie practically whispered. His hands were still in Richie’s hair and it took everything for him to not push his friend against the wall.

“Fuck. Are you sure?” Eddie nodded, not trusting his voice. “Yea. Please.” Richie said as he bobbed his head. 

Quickly Eddie pulled the gloves off, throwing them behind him before running his hands down Richie’s chest and pausing at the top of his trunks. He hesitated, glancing at Richie once more. Richie’s eyes were already darker and he nodded, giving Eddie permission as his hand pushed past the swim trunks. His hand snaked past the coarse hair and he grabbed Richie’s cock.

“Fuck, oh fuck Eds.” Richie’s head fell to Eddie’s shoulder as Eddie grasped him, taking only a second to admire how Richie felt in his hand, the weight of it, how different it was from his own. 

“God Richie.” Eddie wished his voice wasn’t so breathy but he couldn’t help it, especially as Richie started to kiss along his neck. He let out a small moan, craning his neck to give Richie better access. 

“I wanna touch you too.” Richie whispered, nibbling on his ear. “Can I?”

Eddie nodded, watching as Richie’s hand disappeared into his shorts. Eddie keened as Richie grabbing him and started to stroke.

He glanced at Richie, the blue was starting to run down his face and Eddie wanted to kiss him but he wasn’t sure if that was what this was. Instead he buried his head in Richie’s shoulder, his breath already coming out in short pants. 

“God Eds, yes, yes,” Richie kept muttering as Eddie’s hand moved over him. Encouragement kept falling from his lips, urging Eddie to move faster. 

Richie’s thumb swiped Eddie’s slit and he moaned, biting Richie’s shoulder to keep quiet. Richie’s hand sped up and Eddie felt his orgasm approaching. “Fuck- Chee!” Eddie tensed then came, crying out as he did. Richie was only a second behind, spilling onto Eddie’s hand and his shorts. 

They moved back, chests heaving and Eddie looked at Richie, trying to gauge how he felt. Both of them were drenched, the shirt Eddie wore was heavy with water. He didn’t know what to say, how to ask Richie what had just happened- even though he’d initiated it.

“Richie I think I-”

“Let’s just pretend that this didn’t happen.” Richie interrupted, his eyes scanning Eddie’s face. “Nothing has to change Eds. It was- a one time thing. Right?”  He spoke so quickly that he tripped over the words, making them nearly impossible to understand. But Eddie did, he knew what Richie was saying. 

For a second Eddie couldn’t to hear himself think over the sound of his heart breaking. Then he recovered enough to force himself to nod. 

“One time thing. Yea.” He said, keeping his voice as even as he could. Richie nodded, though he didn’t look happy or relieved. 

“I need to go.” Eddie said. “Homework. Don’t forget to finish rinsing.” 

He stepped out of the shower without waiting for Richie, going back to his friend’s dorm and quickly changing. He didn’t have a towel so all his clothes were damp by the time he was done but he didn’t care. He couldn’t be there when Richie got back. He needed out, to disappear. 

Richie must have felt the same because he didn’t return, allowing Eddie to slip out and back to his dorm room without them seeing each other. 

“There you are you-” Eddie turned and the last word came out much quieter as he took in his friend’s appearance. “Asshole.” Richie was wearing only a towel, slung low on his hips while water dripped from his damp hair to the ground. Eddie could see his happy trail, the stupid tattoo he had next to his bellybutton, everything.

“Eds! Hey - shit I’m running late aren’t I?” Richie asked, craning to look at his oven clock. “I lost track of time and- well, I’m clean at least!” 

Eddie nodded numbly, telling himself to look away. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Richie like this before, they went to the beach all the time, but for some reason seeing him in his apartment and knowing he was naked under the thin towel- it was too much. He felt like someone had hit him with a bag of flour, stunning and confusing him. 

Eddie had spent the better part of a decade denying his feelings for Richie and now a gray towel was forcing him to acknowledge them and he didn’t like that, Not one bit. 

“Since you’re here and I’m not quite ready for my adoring public-” Richie winked obnoxiously at him. Normally Eddie would have beeped him but he was too flustered. Luckily Richie didn’t seem to notice, instead he was drinking from a cup of coffee that Eddie was sure was several days old.

 “You can help me pick out an outfit. Come on, we can match. It’ll be so fucking cute.” 

With that Richie turned and walked to his room, assuming that Eddie would follow.

And he did, after taking deep breath. Get it together Kaspbrak, control yourself, its just Richie, it’s not like he’s Lee Pace or something.

After his pep talk Eddie went into Richie’s room, where Richie was bent over his bed, laying shirts out, clothed ass on display. It was like the man was trying to kill him.

“Since you’ve got that little number on- sexy by the way- should I wear purple too? Or something else?” Richie asked, turning to Eddie and holding up several shirts. 

“Whatever Richie. Just get dressed already.” 

Richie looked at Eddie, finally noticing that Eddie wasn't exactly looking at him. “Eds are you hot and bothered by this?” He asked, sauntering over and running a finger over his torso. 

“No! We’re going to be late- for your party asshole.” Eddie snapped, still refusing to look at Richie. 

Richie stopped in front of him, crowding Eddie’s personal space. “Then why won’t you look at me?”

“I’m worried I’ll go blind from the light reflecting off your chest.” He muttered, feeling his cheeks flare with color. 

He could practically feel Richie’s smirk. “Aw Eds, you’re all flustered from lil’ ol’ me. You do need to get laid more.” 

“I get laid plenty.” 

“Just admit that you want this,” Richie said, rubbing his nipple with a finger. Eddie lost any hope of composure he had as Richie moaned. Eddie let out a small squeak, feeling blood rush to his crotch and Richie’s eyes widened.

“Shit Eds wait-” Richie’s eyes flicked down and Eddie hurriedly covered himself, wishing he could disappear. 

“Just forget it. It’s nothing.” 

Eddie felt something shift. When Richie spoke again the teasing tone was gone. “I mean, I did this to you, I should I least help you out. If that’s okay?” Richie asked, his hand trailing down to Eddie’s and wrapping his long fingers around Eddie’s wrist. 

“Fuck off.” Eddie said, closing his eyes.

“I’m serious.” He said, moving Eddie’s hand aside and pressing his palm to Eddie’s crotch. Eddie bit his lip but a moan still escaped. 

“Can I help you Eds?” Richie asked, rubbing his palm over Eddie. “Gotta tell me if it’s okay.”

“Yes! Fuck.” Eddie agreed, nodding as Richie traced the outline of his erection. He tried not to keen into Richie as he undid Eddie’s pants and pushed them and his briefs to the floor. 

“So pretty.” Richie cooed, going to his knees. He stroked Eddie into full hardness as he left soft kitten kisses on the head of his erection, tonguing at his slit. “Richie you don’t have to-” Eddie started but Richie shook his head.

“Believe me, I want to.” With that he pushed his lips over Eddie, making him moan loudly.

“Fuck, oh fuck Richie.” Eddie babbled, trying not to thrust into Richie’s mouth. He hands gripped Richie’s dresser behind them, white knuckled as Richie bobbed his head. Richie’s hands went to his balls, slowly rolling them as his mouth worked over him. He wanted to touch Richie but stopped himself, unsure if it was too much. 

Eddie’s hips stuttered as Richie licked the underside of his cock, slowly pulling his mouth off. He looked up at Eddie, eyes red and lips puffy. Fuck Eddie wanted to kiss him but he didn’t know if this- whatever this was- extended to that. 

“You can fuck my mouth. Please.” Richie said. “I want you to.”

“Oh- okay.” Was all Eddie said. Even that sounded breathless and then Richie’s lips slid back onto him. This time he reached down, grabbing Richie’s hair as he started to thrust. “God Richie, your mouth is so fucking good.” Around him Richie moaned, letting Eddie take control. His hips rocked back and forth, staring down at Richie, how he looked around his cock, how beautiful. “You look so fucking hot like this- shit.” Richie swallowed, taking Eddie deeper and Eddie felt his orgasm approaching. “Yes, god Richie that mouth.” 

Eddie stopped thrusting, starting to pull back as he said, “Richie I’m close I’m gonna cum.” But Richie followed him, deepthroating Eddie once more as he came. Richie pulled off slowly with a wet pop as they disconnected. 

“Fuck. fuck Richie.” Eddie felt weak kneed as Richie stood, grinning at him. He pulled his pants and briefs back up, unsure what happened now. 

“So you like my mouth huh? I always knew it.” 

Eddie shrugged. “Maybe it has one or two uses.” He looked at Richie, the towel still hung on his hips. “Can I return the favor?” He asked, hoping that Richie would agree, if only to extend this fantasy a little longer. 

Richie shook his head. “I wish but I uh- took care of myself in the shower. I knew we’d be spending the day together.” 

Eddie’s eyes widened at the implication of that. “Are you saying you-” 

His friend nodded, giving him a surprisingly shy smile given what they’d just done. “Yea, cat’s outta the bag I guess. You’re most of my spank bank Eds.”

Eddie scrunched his nose. “How romantic.” Richie shrugged and Eddie continued. “I, um, I like you too, it that wasn't clear.”

“You moaning my name helped clear up some of my confusion.”

Eddie reached out, hitting his shoulder and Richie caught his hand, threading their fingers together. “I really want to kiss you,” Eddie confessed. “But you have cum breath.”

Richie laughed, shaking his head. “Hold that thought then.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s cheek before moving back.

 “Don’t fucking move!” Richie shouted as he ran to the bathroom. 

Eddie smiled, thinking that he had absolutely no plans to go anywhere.

“Let’s play twenty questions.” Eddie suggested, moving so he was leaning on the headboard. Richie followed suit, sitting close to Eddie even though he didn’t need to. There was space on the bed for him to move over, to not touch Eddie. There was even a second bed that he could be sitting on but Richie didn’t take those options and Eddie didn’t ask him to. The two of them were always like this, gravitating towards each other. Eddie’s head would end up on Richie’s shoulder or Richie’s arm would wrap around Eddie’s waist, pulling him close. Both subconsciously bringing the other closer, needing them to be near.

If pressed, Richie would laugh and say that it was because they were friends, they were just close. He’d ignore the fact that he didn’t treat his other friends like that, didn’t have the same need to be near to them. 

“Are we fucking ten?” Richie asked, finishing his beer and grabbing another. He had a nice buzz going, happy to be with Eddie and done with finals. Eddie seemed the same; he was smiling at Richie, his shoulders relaxed as he sipped his drink.

“Well what’s your idea then genius?” Eddie snapped back.

“Truth or dare obviously. Come on Eds, I know you’ve been waiting to see me naked for years.” Richie punctuated this with a wink and Eddie hit him.

“With just the two of us? That’ll be loads of fun.” 

“Better than fucking twenty questions.”

Eddie considered this then nodded. “Fine asshole, truth or dare.”

“Dare Eds, you know that.” 

Eddie nodded. He did. Richie Tozier would die before picking truth. “Hm,” Eddie took a twizzler and started to nibble on it. Richie tried not to watch as the red candy disappeared into Eddie’s mouth. 

“Come on Eds, we both know you’re gonna pick some lame ass dare. Andale Eduardo!” 

“Fuck you!” Eddie kicked him gently. “I don’t pick lame dares.”

“Last time you dared me to yodel.” Richie said, raising an eyebrow. 

“You never let me think!” 

“Fine.” Richie leaned back, crossing his arms. “Do your worst. It’ll still be lame as fuckkkkk.” 

“Just because you like stupid dares like streaking and shit-”

“Some of us know how to have fun Eds.”

“Some of us don’t need to get naked at every chance.”

“Just because you’re distracted by my sexiness.” Richie did a shoulder shimmy and Eddie scoffed.

“Hardly.” 

But Richie didn’t miss the pink tinge that appeared on Eddie’s cheeks. Deciding he had nothing to lose, he leaned in. He could always blame it on the beer and boredom. “Prove it.” 

“What?”

“I bet you’ll back out before me if we start touching.” 

“What?” Eddie repeated, his voice higher this time. “I fucking wouldn’t.”

“No?” He asked and Eddie shook his head firmly. “Great, prove it Eds. Put your money where that gorgeous mouth is.” Richie leaned in as he said it, pinching Eddie’s cheek before his friend swatted him away. 

Richie watched as Eddie’s expression changed - from shock to determination. Richie knew he had the smaller man.

“Fine.” Eddie nodded. “What does the winner get?”

“His choice of music for the rest of the drive.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. The two of them were great friends but had absolutely opposite taste in music. Richie liked a mix of classic rock and heavy metal whereas Eddie liked boy bands and anyone with a banjo.

“Fucking deal.” Eddie said, sticking his hand out. “Get ready for three hours of Mumford and Sons followed by two hours of Backstreet Boys.”

“It’s cute you think you’re gonna win.” Richie said, shaking Eddie’s hand firmly. They released and both reached for their beers, taking a long drink before regarding each other.

“I’ll start.” Richie said, the implications of this bet finally hitting him. He didn’t really expect Eddie to agree but now there was no way he would lose. 

Richie leaned in, running a finger up Eddie’s leg. He started at Eddie’s ankle and moved up until he hit the hem of Eddie’s sleep shorts, stopping at the white line of fabric. He didn’t miss the sharp intake of breath as he did it, letting his finger linger for a second before pulling back. 

“You want out yet?” He asked, ignoring how his own heart was hammering in his chest. Eddie’s bare legs had always been his kryptonite, it seemed like he was allergic to pants. Richie had had dreams about doing that, about touching those legs. 

Eddie smirked at him, shaking his head. “Baby, we’re just getting started.” He moved in too, putting his hand on Richie’s chest. For a second, he just rested it there. Richie was convinced that he could feel his accelerated heart rate, but then, right before Richie asked what the hell he was doing, Eddie slid his hand down, keeping his palm firm on Richie’s chest then stomach then- he paused at Richie’s belt buckle. Richie thought that Eddie was going to stop there but, of course, that wasn’t the point. Eddie needed to go further. He slid down, his palm pressing briefly to Richie’s crotch.

“Shit.” He hissed before Eddie pulled back, looking satisfied.

“Do you want out?” Eddie asked, his tone teasing. 

“Shit no.” Richie already had his next move planned. He went quick, straddling Eddie and looking down at him for a second. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were darker. Richie was happy he wasn’t the only one already affected.

Slowly, he slid his hand over Eddie’s shirt, running a finger over the faded Thundercats design and stopping at Eddie’s nipple, giving it a quick pinch. Eddie gasped, his lips parting for a second before Richie moved again. 

“Now?” He asked, taking another drink of his beer.

“I think the man doth protest too much.” Eddie told him, flipping to his side. He started at Richie’s neck, letting his fingers dance over the skin, pressing lightly on his pulse point before moving down and slipping them under his shirt. Richie swallowed as Eddie’s fingers moved over his stomach and belly button, briefly tangling with the hair there.

“Fuck! Don’t pull.” Richie yelped as Eddie grabbed his stomach hair.

“I always thought you’d like that.” Eddie commented, removing his hand. 

Richie stared for a second, wondering if Eddie was serious. Had he thought about this as much as Richie? Had he wondered what Richie liked, what he sounded like? The implications hit him as Eddie finished his drink.

“Cluck cluck asshole.” Eddie said, laying back on the bed. “Are you out already?” His voice held a small amount of worry, like he thought he’d gone too far.

“Fuck no.” Richie said, crawling back over Eddie. He liked the contact, liked how Eddie felt between his legs  and how the man looked up at him, like he was ready for anything Richie threw at him. It was that mixture of trust and desire that spurred him on. 

Richie put his hand at the hem of Eddie’s shirt, playing with it between his fingers. He could feel Eddie’s stomach as he breathed and god he wanted to touch that skin, to mark it up and kiss every inch of it. 

 “Can we lose this?” He asked, praying that his voice didn’t sound as husky as he thought. “Only if you’re okay with it.” He added. Even though Eddie agreed to this, Richie wanted him to be comfortable.

He also really wanted to see Eddie without a shirt. 

Eddie nodded, shifting to let Richie pull his shirt up and off. Richie gave himself a second to stare, admiring Eddie’s toned chest. He’d seen it before, they went swimming often enough that he was familiar with how Eddie looked, but not in this setting. Everything was different here, in the low light of the hotel room, with Eddie under him, watching his movement. Slowly, he ran a finger over Eddie’s chest, grazing his nipple. “All that gym time is paying off.” 

Eddie nodded, biting his lip as Richie pinched his nipple again. He arched into the touch, leaving Richie smirking.

“Top that.” Richie said, releasing him and leaning back on his side. 

“I’m good at topping.” Eddie replied matter of factly.

“God that’s hot.” Richie watched as Eddie sat up, grabbing Richie’s shirt.

“Even steven?” He asked, his fingers grazing Richie’s side as he nodded. Eddie bent down, pushing Richie on his back as he lifted the shirt. Unlike Richie, he pushed it up slowly, pressing kisses against Richie’s skin as he revealed his chest. Once the shirt was finally off, he kissed along Richie’s collarbone, pausing to suck on his neck.

“Fuck!” Richie bucked up, surprised by Eddie’s actions. Eddie didn’t stop though and Richie knew he’d have a mark there the next day. He wondered what they’d tell the others. Eddie would probably say he had tangled with a vacuum cleaner again. Richie didn’t care though.As Eddie sucked his tongue would flick out, pressing to Richie’s skin. He couldn’t stop his moans, or how his hips bucked up against Eddie’s. He felt himself growing hard and was sure Eddie was aware. 

When Eddie finally pulled back, he looked very pleased. “Ready to admit I won?” 

“Hell no.” Richie took Eddie’s hips in his hands and flipped them again, pinning the smaller man under him. Eddie let out a small noise of surprise but didn’t seem to mind as Richie hovered over him. It occurred to Richie that they hadn’t kissed yet. He paused, pushing up his glasses and staring at Eddie’s lips, which were plump and parted. It would be so easy to bend down and kiss them but stopped himself. That was an entirely different game, one that felt far more serious than this..

Instead he moved down, fingers wrapping over Eddie’s pajama shorts. “What about these?” He asked. 

Eddie hesitated, biting his bottom lip and Richie stood. “I’ll take mine off first.”  He offered and Eddie nodded, watching as Richie wiggled out of his skinny jeans. He nearly tripped twice, making Eddie laugh. 

“Does this count as my turn?” He asked, hands on his hips and in his sriracha boxers. 

“Do you want it to?”  Eddie had his hands on his own pajamas and started to push them off before Richie leaned in, stopping him.

“No.” 

He pressed his palms to Eddie’s hips, twisting his fingers in the elastic before pulling the shorts down. Eddie hissed as the fabric passed over his crotch and, for the first time, Richie saw his growing erection. There was a tent in Eddie’s black briefs and Richie wanted to run his hand over it, to see what sounds Eddie would make if he did.  

Then he remembered what they’re doing so he does, pressing his palm down to feel the outline of Eddie’s cock. 

“Oh fuck,” Eddie gripped the bed sheets and Richie wanted to keep going. He knew it was Eddie’s turn but he wanted to hear more of those noises.

Slowly, he slid his hand into Eddie’s boxers, pulling out his cock. “God damn Eds, you have a perfect dick.” He said as he started to stroke. Eddie closed his eyes, moaning loudly as Richie’s hand moved. He slid a finger over Eddie’s slit, enjoying the string of curse words that escaped Eddie’s lips.

Richie sped up, wanting to see what other noises would escape but Eddie opened his eyes, putting a hand over Richie’s. “Stop, wait.”

“Are you quitting?” He asked, immediately removing his hand and trying not to sound disappointed. 

“No idiot, I didn’t want to cum from that.” Eddie said, shimmying out of his underwear.

“What-” Richie swallowed. “What do you want to cum from?”

Eddie gave him a sly look, his hands going to the tent in Richie’s boxers. “I guess we’ll have to see how far this goes.” Then he reached in, grabbing Richie’ dick and pulling it out, wrapping his own hands around it.

“Fuck your hands are so fucking soft.” Richie was torn between closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation and watching Eddie. He chose watching, wanting to see the thing he’d dreamed about for years. 

“Use lotion once in a while dipshit.” Eddie told him, his other hand cupping Richie’s balls. 

Richie was still leaning over Eddie, unable to convince himself to move. He was sure if he did, it would break their weird trance. But god he wanted more. He wanted to be inside Eddie, to feel him. 

“I have lube.” He whispered, realizing what the next step was. “If you-”

Eddie nodded. “I do.”

He released Richie and he sprang up, running to his bag and getting the small bottle and a condom. He hoped he wasn’t being too presumptive and when he turned back and saw Eddie’s smile, he knew he wasn’t.

“It’s cherry.” Richie said, pouring some on his finger and licking it.

“That’s disgusting.” Eddie said but when Richie put a finger out, Eddie still licked it, wrapping his lips around Richie’s finger and swirling his tongue over the pad. Richie stared, trying not to cum from that alone. 

“It’s not bad.” Eddie decided, laying back down and spreading his legs. Richie ran a hand over them, starting at Eddie’s knee and moving in. 

“Fuck Eds,” Richie said, stopping at Eddie’s hole and circling it slowly. “If I had known you were this sexy-”

“You would have challenged me to gay chicken earlier?” He asked, hissing as Richie pressed a finger in. 

“Something like that.” Richie replied quietly, watching Eddie’s expression. He was struck by the thought that this might be the only time he got to do this, to make Eddie fall apart under him.  

“Richie,” Eddie pushed back, reminding him of the task at hand. He focused, pumping in and out of Eddie to begin opening him up. Soon he was able to add another finger and then a third, making sure to brush Eddie’s prostate whenever he could.

“I’m ready. Richie, shit.” Eddie moaned as Richie spread his fingers. 

“I’ve got you.” He bent down, kissing Eddie’s hip before drawing his fingers out and rolling on the condom and adding more lube. “Like this?” RIchie asked, crawling on top of Eddie. The man nodded and Richie started to push in, unable to stop the moan that escaped from his throat as he did.

“Fuck Eds, you feel so fucking amazing.” Richie tried, and failed, not to babble. “So fucking good clenched around me, shit. You’re so perfect.” Finally he bottomed out, both of them taking a breath. 

Richie noticed that Eddie was looking up at him with a strangely soft expression. “You can move ‘Chee.” Eddie told him. “You can also kiss me.” 

Richie wasn’t sure which he was more excited for but he didn’t have to choose. Dipping his head, he pressed a kiss to Eddie’s lips while at the same time slowly drawing out before pushing back in. The kiss quickly turned heated, all teeth and tongue, the two both devouring the other. Eddie wrapped his legs around Richie, moaning into his mouth at the new angle. Richie kept the slow pace, wanting to draw it out as much as he could. 

“Fuck Eds, so good.” He groaned, moving to kiss Eddie’s neck and shoulder. “Oh god baby.”

If Eddie noticed the pet name that slipped out he didn’t say, caught in his own ecstasy. “Richie, faster, fuck.” The last word caught as Richie sped up, his hips snapping against Eddie as he drove deeper. 

Eddie’s head fell back as his own hips moved to meet Richie’s. The room was filled with their moans and the sound of skin slapping and Richie thought he could relive this over and over.

Richie snaked his hand down, grabbing Eddie’s erection to pump as he thrust. He knew he was close but wanted Eddie to cum first. Eddie’s moans grew louder, nearly vibrating through him. 

“Yes, Richie, god I’m-” Eddie tensed and Richie felt him spill over his hand. He kept moving, jerking Eddie off through his orgasm.

With one more thrust he came too, his vision going white for a second before he came back, slumping onto Eddie and kissing his neck once more. Then both relaxed, Eddie’s legs fell and Richie leaned on him, catching his breath. He felt deliciously boneless and didn’t want to ever move from this spot. 

“Richie,” Eddie said after a minute, stroking his hair to get his attention.

“Yea?” He pulled out, moving to prop his chin on Eddie’s chest. 

Eddie bent down, claiming Richie’s lips. It was slow and unhurried, the type of kiss that Richie had wanted to give Eddie dozens of times before but never had the guts. 

“Was that it?” Richie asked as Eddie moved back. He’d expected Eddie to yell at him to move or tell him to get off. 

“I hope not.”

They both looked at the other and Richie realized that this was the real game of chicken. Being open with the other, being honest about what they felt for the other. 

“I want-” Richie started.

“I need-” Eddie began. 

Both smiled and Richie nodded. “You first.”

“I need a shower.” Richie tried not to be disappointed at how different Eddie’s statement was from his own. He crawled off and Eddie stood, gathering his toiletries. 

Richie tied and threw away the condom, starting to look for his boxers when Eddie turned to him. “You can come with, if you want.” Eddie said, biting his bottom lip. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” He muttered, the words sounding like a confession. 

“Me either.” Eddie’s face lit up and Richie barrelled on, deciding to tell him everything. “Eds, I want more than just this. I want dates. Dinners out. Fuck, I even want to cuddle and watch those stupid reality shows you love.”

“Richie, are you saying you want to - to date?” 

He nodded firmly. “I want you. I want to be your boyfriend.”

He didn’t have time to react as Eddie moved in, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. Richie did the same, tugging Eddie close as they kissed. 

“Is that a yes?” He asked,  resting his forehead on Eddie’s. 

Eddie nodded. “Absolutely.” He grinned as he stopped back, keeping Richie’s hand in his as they walked to the shower. Richie felt giddy watching Eddie, his boyfriend, turn the shower on and wait for the water to warm up. 

“By the way Eds- I totally won.” Richie said as they stepped into the shower. “We will be enjoying the dulcet tones of Motorhead and Iron Maiden all day tomorrow.”

“No fucking way.” Eddie turned to him, that familiar smirk back on his face. “Double or nothing.”

“Oh, you’re fucking on.”