And Richie in turn can only roll his eyes as Eddie gets his point across, a grin on his face. He doesn't mean to sound like some after school commercial about the dangers of peer pressure but he just really, really wants to get across his own point across too. Besides that little edge of a challenge in Eddie's voice just works him up more and he can feel his own erection straining the front of his jeans.

Needless to say watching him stumbling upwards gets him wetting his own lips in anticipation. He's so taken in by the sight of Eddie standing there that he almost misses his boyfriend's concerns with Richie blinking rapidly to get his focus back where it was supposed to be currently. It's with a little effort that he reaches for his bag, getting the sweater out before shifting onto his knees and scooting over to where Eddie is standing.

"Not something I can tell you," he murmurs with fingers moving to loop through the belt loops of Eddie's jeans. It's a little awkward being here on his knees, crotch level with the other teen but it's got his heart racing like a drum in his chest. "Standing up might even work out better too." He thinks, anyway. It's not like Richie's ever done this before... just spent a lot of time dreaming about it, sure.

With another quick look upwards at Eddie that he tugs Eddie's pants and briefs down around his hips to let his cock spring free. It's easy to tell, even in this darkened corner of the school, what sort of effect this has had on him and it fills him with such a heady energy that it's definitely better than anything he's ever felt before. It's certainly enough to egg him on too as his fingers wrap around Eddie's length with careful strokes.

"Shit, Eds." He says almost breathlessly. "You look so fucking good."