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Having a lot of secret smoke spots in school, as it turns out, meant having a lot of make out spots too. It isn't often that he can get Eddie to tag along but today he seems to have caught his boyfriend on a good day. Especially since Richie managed to get him to ditch lunch with the others to come to one of those spots for at least some time together. After all, everything had been hectic with graduation just around the corner that they hadn't nearly the time to spend together as Richie would have liked.
That's why he's more than grateful to have Eddie in his lap currently, fingers holding tight to the others waist and near melting into their kiss. It's honestly felt like a whirlwind since that night at Senior Prom when he had finally managed to do something right and kiss Eds like he had been wanting to since he was fucking thirteen-years-old.
Still he can't help breaking the kiss with a small, needy breath of air and his trademark shit-eating grin. "You sure I was your first kiss?" He murmurs as their lips brush together and he ultimately leans in to idly kiss at Eddie's jaw and chin. "Or is this one of those natural Eddie Kaspbrak abilities like your weird medical knowledge and distaste for my car?"
Again there is a grin as Richie leans back ever-so-slightly to glance upwards at the other with a hum. "Speaking of my car though. You should skip last period with me, we can head out and go somewhere for the weekend."
That's why he's more than grateful to have Eddie in his lap currently, fingers holding tight to the others waist and near melting into their kiss. It's honestly felt like a whirlwind since that night at Senior Prom when he had finally managed to do something right and kiss Eds like he had been wanting to since he was fucking thirteen-years-old.
Still he can't help breaking the kiss with a small, needy breath of air and his trademark shit-eating grin. "You sure I was your first kiss?" He murmurs as their lips brush together and he ultimately leans in to idly kiss at Eddie's jaw and chin. "Or is this one of those natural Eddie Kaspbrak abilities like your weird medical knowledge and distaste for my car?"
Again there is a grin as Richie leans back ever-so-slightly to glance upwards at the other with a hum. "Speaking of my car though. You should skip last period with me, we can head out and go somewhere for the weekend."
Richie seems to like the clandestine nature of their secret rendezvous in several hidden nooks and crannies of Derry High School, but Eddie's not as big a fan. They all smell musty or, worse, like stale cigarette butts, likely because of the piles of discarded cigarette butts littering them and Eddie's best guess is that most of them are Richie's or maybe Bev's. Still, it's important to Richie and it's not like Eddie doesn't enjoy being able to steal a quick makeout session somewhere hidden away and relatively safe. It's not like they can kiss at their lockers like the straight couples. Everything about this has to be hidden even though it's everything he cares about in the world.
So sometimes he indulges Richie because it's fucking bullshit that all the football players get to kiss their cheerleader girlfriends, pinning the girls against the lockers, and he and Richie have to hide. It isn't fair.
Today is one of those days because all he's got next period is study hall and he's already heavily steeped in his Senioritis, enveloped completely by a raging case of the FuckIts, so it doesn't really feel like he's missing anything important by sneaking out of lunch, knowing full well he'll most likely be late to the subsequent class period.
Eddie's catching his breath, still, when Richie makes his little comment and he'd normally snap back a quip, but instead, a soft little moan escaping him as Richie peppers kisses against his jaw and chin. "Don't forget my impeccable sense of direction," he mumbles quietly, wetting his lips and tilting his head back a little, inviting Richie to appreciate his neck in the same way the taller boy is doing with his jaw.
Instead, Richie leans back and Eddie groans a little, shifting uncomfortably in Richie's lap at the neglected ache that stabs in his groin when he realizes a few seconds too late that Richie's already worked him up enough for the stirrings of an erection. Not that those are hard to come by at his age, because fuck his life is why.
"I can't skip a whole class," he counters reflexively. "We'll get in trouble, man." Even as he's saying it, he knows how stupid it sounds, but it's true, so he swallows back the urge to walk it back.
So sometimes he indulges Richie because it's fucking bullshit that all the football players get to kiss their cheerleader girlfriends, pinning the girls against the lockers, and he and Richie have to hide. It isn't fair.
Today is one of those days because all he's got next period is study hall and he's already heavily steeped in his Senioritis, enveloped completely by a raging case of the FuckIts, so it doesn't really feel like he's missing anything important by sneaking out of lunch, knowing full well he'll most likely be late to the subsequent class period.
Eddie's catching his breath, still, when Richie makes his little comment and he'd normally snap back a quip, but instead, a soft little moan escaping him as Richie peppers kisses against his jaw and chin. "Don't forget my impeccable sense of direction," he mumbles quietly, wetting his lips and tilting his head back a little, inviting Richie to appreciate his neck in the same way the taller boy is doing with his jaw.
Instead, Richie leans back and Eddie groans a little, shifting uncomfortably in Richie's lap at the neglected ache that stabs in his groin when he realizes a few seconds too late that Richie's already worked him up enough for the stirrings of an erection. Not that those are hard to come by at his age, because fuck his life is why.
"I can't skip a whole class," he counters reflexively. "We'll get in trouble, man." Even as he's saying it, he knows how stupid it sounds, but it's true, so he swallows back the urge to walk it back.
Honestly, not matter how much he enjoys these secret little spots, Richie wishes he could just kiss Eddie at their lockers like any other couple. He wishes he could kiss him goodbye in front of his house or on dates to nice places when they weren't just pretending to be good friends and nothing more. He hates this has to be the only thing they had at times because they had been hidden away and safe in order to show their true affections for one another.
They hadn't even told the other Losers yet although Richie wonders if some of them, like Stan, didn't have an idea of what was going on. He knows, despite how careful he tries to be, that more than once he's caught himself staring at Eddie with the same eyes he's got now as he hears that little moan escape his boyfriend.
"How could I forget," he murmurs in an amused but proud tone of voice and although he's leaned back, Richie is quick to take the offered invitation even as Eddie counters his offer to ditch their last period of the day. He noses at Eddie's neck, humming before biting (gently, of course, they can't leave a mark somewhere so visible) at his pulse point. He continues kissing his way down, humming again before peeking upwards at Eddie.
"We're a week away from graduating. No one cares anymore, man." He huffs lightly with a laugh and adjusts himself slightly as Eddie groans and shifts in his lap. Because, yeah, the little noises are certainly awakening something in him as well.
But he gets it and returns to kissing and licking at Eddie's neck with an appreciative sound in the back of his throat. "But fine, whatever, we should still head out somewhere this weekend," he says thoughtfully but it loses itself in a groan Richie breathes out against Eddie's ear as he lifts his hips against Eddie's own in a search for friction.
"At least let me take care of you. I don't want you going off to class with a raging hard-on."
They hadn't even told the other Losers yet although Richie wonders if some of them, like Stan, didn't have an idea of what was going on. He knows, despite how careful he tries to be, that more than once he's caught himself staring at Eddie with the same eyes he's got now as he hears that little moan escape his boyfriend.
"How could I forget," he murmurs in an amused but proud tone of voice and although he's leaned back, Richie is quick to take the offered invitation even as Eddie counters his offer to ditch their last period of the day. He noses at Eddie's neck, humming before biting (gently, of course, they can't leave a mark somewhere so visible) at his pulse point. He continues kissing his way down, humming again before peeking upwards at Eddie.
"We're a week away from graduating. No one cares anymore, man." He huffs lightly with a laugh and adjusts himself slightly as Eddie groans and shifts in his lap. Because, yeah, the little noises are certainly awakening something in him as well.
But he gets it and returns to kissing and licking at Eddie's neck with an appreciative sound in the back of his throat. "But fine, whatever, we should still head out somewhere this weekend," he says thoughtfully but it loses itself in a groan Richie breathes out against Eddie's ear as he lifts his hips against Eddie's own in a search for friction.
"At least let me take care of you. I don't want you going off to class with a raging hard-on."
At the little nibble on his neck, Eddie hisses in a breath and shifts in Richie's lap again, his hands moving to tangle in Richie's unkempt mop of curls. Sometimes he's grateful that they've both taken to the intentionally messy style with their hair because it means not having to figure out how to smooth out and gel up after a makeout session like this one.
Richie does make a good point. He wonders if the teachers will even notice at they're gone, this late in the year, all things considered. Then he realizes that his teacher really won't notice; it's a study hall, first of all, in the library, second of all, and no one really takes roll call for it, thirdly. "Like where?" he asks breathlessly, letting out a shaky sort of moan, choked in his effort to keep from being overheard if someone happens to pass by, when he hears Richie making his own appreciative noises.
As his boyfriend's hips grind upward against him, Eddie shifts so that he's fully straddling Richie rather than just kind of mostly and sloppily, at that. Both of them are seeking out friction, so he might as well make it's easier. This is all new and exciting, still, to Eddie. It's been a few weeks, but they've mostly stuck to kissing, dry humping, and heavy petting. Every time they do something like this; every time he straddles Richie's lap and they press and move to rub their cocks together through their jeans, it sends a thrill through Eddie. Part of that is just the pleasure he derives from the subsequent sensations, obviously, but another part is the risque nature of the fact that they're doing it in secret, hidden away and just for them. As much as he hates that they can't be affectionate where people can see, he kind of loves the secrecy in hiding to do things like this because then it feels like it's just for them.
"Dude, we don't have any tissues. It's gonna make a fucking mess if you do that," he points out. It isn't an outright no, but he's hedging. Of the two of them, no matter what they'd been through four summers ago, Eddie's forever the more cautious and logical.
Richie does make a good point. He wonders if the teachers will even notice at they're gone, this late in the year, all things considered. Then he realizes that his teacher really won't notice; it's a study hall, first of all, in the library, second of all, and no one really takes roll call for it, thirdly. "Like where?" he asks breathlessly, letting out a shaky sort of moan, choked in his effort to keep from being overheard if someone happens to pass by, when he hears Richie making his own appreciative noises.
As his boyfriend's hips grind upward against him, Eddie shifts so that he's fully straddling Richie rather than just kind of mostly and sloppily, at that. Both of them are seeking out friction, so he might as well make it's easier. This is all new and exciting, still, to Eddie. It's been a few weeks, but they've mostly stuck to kissing, dry humping, and heavy petting. Every time they do something like this; every time he straddles Richie's lap and they press and move to rub their cocks together through their jeans, it sends a thrill through Eddie. Part of that is just the pleasure he derives from the subsequent sensations, obviously, but another part is the risque nature of the fact that they're doing it in secret, hidden away and just for them. As much as he hates that they can't be affectionate where people can see, he kind of loves the secrecy in hiding to do things like this because then it feels like it's just for them.
"Dude, we don't have any tissues. It's gonna make a fucking mess if you do that," he points out. It isn't an outright no, but he's hedging. Of the two of them, no matter what they'd been through four summers ago, Eddie's forever the more cautious and logical.
"Could always go to Bangor," he murmurs against skin. "Or even go to the coast."
Just somewhere out of Derry. Where the two of them could fucking forget this place and the "laws" they had to follow in order to have this. He's got more than enough money saved up from his random jobs for a weekend trip before graduation and before Bill got serious about them all taking one big graduation trip together before they all went off to different parts of the country for school or whatever else in some of their cases.
Not that any of that matters now with Eds moaning like he is. It just eggs Richie on to hear more even if he knows they've got to be careful about being overheard but that's where kissing came into play and they could just as easily cover it up. He moves and rolls his hips again despite Eddie's words, grinning as he shifts just enough for his hands to move from Eddie to the flannel wrapped around his waist.
"We'll just use this then," he murmurs nipping and sucking at Eddie's bottom lip.
"Could always suck you off too." He continues with another grin. "Won't have to worry about a mess then, huh?"
Just somewhere out of Derry. Where the two of them could fucking forget this place and the "laws" they had to follow in order to have this. He's got more than enough money saved up from his random jobs for a weekend trip before graduation and before Bill got serious about them all taking one big graduation trip together before they all went off to different parts of the country for school or whatever else in some of their cases.
Not that any of that matters now with Eds moaning like he is. It just eggs Richie on to hear more even if he knows they've got to be careful about being overheard but that's where kissing came into play and they could just as easily cover it up. He moves and rolls his hips again despite Eddie's words, grinning as he shifts just enough for his hands to move from Eddie to the flannel wrapped around his waist.
"We'll just use this then," he murmurs nipping and sucking at Eddie's bottom lip.
"Could always suck you off too." He continues with another grin. "Won't have to worry about a mess then, huh?"
Eddie considers this. Bangor's kind of a haul for...what? There's fucking nothing cool to do in Bangor that won't cost them money and Eddie has woefully little of that at the moment. "Where would we even stay?" he asks. They could probably sleep in Richie's car, but they're going to be stiff and uncomfortable for days afterward if they try to sleep in that goddamned rollerskate.
The smaller teen's breath hitches when he feels Richie's erection pressing against his own just right, only for a second, before they've lost one another clumsily in their continued movements.
Eddie's eyes widen in horror at the suggestion. "No, are you fucking kidding me?! My mom does the laundry! I'll never be able to explain that!" he gasps, scandalized at the very idea of even having to try.
But then Richie suggests something completely new and it startles Eddie to a stop. He stills in Richie's lap, staring back at the other boy. "You want to suck me off?" he asks. It's tentative, like he's more worried about whether either of them is ready — or should be — to move to the next stage in their sexual awakening as such; not like he's not totally into the idea because he is totally into the idea. Then, almost as an afterthought, which makes him feel a quick stab of guilt, he asks, "well...what about you? You can't go back to class with a raging hard-on, either," he points out, partially because now Richie's got him curious what it might be like to suck somebody, namely Richie, off as much as he's curious what it'll feel like to have his cock sucked.
The smaller teen's breath hitches when he feels Richie's erection pressing against his own just right, only for a second, before they've lost one another clumsily in their continued movements.
Eddie's eyes widen in horror at the suggestion. "No, are you fucking kidding me?! My mom does the laundry! I'll never be able to explain that!" he gasps, scandalized at the very idea of even having to try.
But then Richie suggests something completely new and it startles Eddie to a stop. He stills in Richie's lap, staring back at the other boy. "You want to suck me off?" he asks. It's tentative, like he's more worried about whether either of them is ready — or should be — to move to the next stage in their sexual awakening as such; not like he's not totally into the idea because he is totally into the idea. Then, almost as an afterthought, which makes him feel a quick stab of guilt, he asks, "well...what about you? You can't go back to class with a raging hard-on, either," he points out, partially because now Richie's got him curious what it might be like to suck somebody, namely Richie, off as much as he's curious what it'll feel like to have his cock sucked.
Richie can't help giving his boyfriend a quiet look before shrugging his shoulders because he had considered just sleeping in his car as a possibility. There were places where you could still just drive right up on the beach and it would definitely make for a good camping experience. Yet Richie knows how Eddie feels about his car and leans in to nuzzle at his neck again. "I could always put that fake I.D. of mine to use," he says ultimately. "So I'm sure we could find somewhere to stay for one night."
His own breath hitches as they press together just right and moves to seek the feeling out again despite the scandalized gasps of horror that come out of Eddie. "Fine, fine," he breathes out with a chuckle. "I got an old sweater in my bag we could use instead because thankfully your mom doesn't do my laundry."
Although he shifts a little to move, he stills just as suddenly as Eddie does and glances back at his boyfriend with a raised brow. He's not so concerned about if they're ready or not because (let's be real here) Richie has been thinking about this shit for years now but he still doesn't want to push Eddie into anything to fast or too soon for the other teen. He still grins at the question and chuckles, low, in his throat. "You don't know half the shit I wanna do to you," he murmurs as he glances upwards at Eds' face. The question is a good one though but, once again, Richie just shrugs and shifts just enough to try getting Eddie moving again. "I can just take care of myself at the same time, I guess."
Either way, he's not so worried about himself as he is about Eddie and carefully plays with the clasp of the other's belt with another hum. "So... what do you wanna do, Eds?"
His own breath hitches as they press together just right and moves to seek the feeling out again despite the scandalized gasps of horror that come out of Eddie. "Fine, fine," he breathes out with a chuckle. "I got an old sweater in my bag we could use instead because thankfully your mom doesn't do my laundry."
Although he shifts a little to move, he stills just as suddenly as Eddie does and glances back at his boyfriend with a raised brow. He's not so concerned about if they're ready or not because (let's be real here) Richie has been thinking about this shit for years now but he still doesn't want to push Eddie into anything to fast or too soon for the other teen. He still grins at the question and chuckles, low, in his throat. "You don't know half the shit I wanna do to you," he murmurs as he glances upwards at Eds' face. The question is a good one though but, once again, Richie just shrugs and shifts just enough to try getting Eddie moving again. "I can just take care of myself at the same time, I guess."
Either way, he's not so worried about himself as he is about Eddie and carefully plays with the clasp of the other's belt with another hum. "So... what do you wanna do, Eds?"
Eddie opens his mouth to make a different suggestion but closes it again. No, he'd rather not camp out, even if it's a perfectly valid option. It'll be dirty and grimy or sandy and damp and literally none of that sounds at all interesting to Eddie. "Maybe they won't make you use a fake ID because you're with another guy," he suggests suddenly. Sure, Richie would get his ass carded trying to book a hotel room with a teenage girl...but maybe not with another boy. "Maybe there can be just one fucking thing in our favor." The rest of the thought surrounding their sexualities seems to go without saying.
If he didn't know better, he'd think Richie plans ahead for these little clandestine meetings. He has an answer to every potential issue Eddie can think of and that's...actually weirdly reassuring to Eddie.
There's something about the tone in Richie's voice and the way he looks at Eddie when he makes that confession that makes Eddie's stomach tumble rapidly and, if he's honest, it goes straight to his prick, making him shift a little on Richie's lap in response. Though, maybe that latter reaction is from Richie's starting to move again.
There's a thousand reasons why he shouldn't be offering this and all of them feel like good reasons with what little knowledge of AIDS Eddie has. He knows it's killing people in droves and infecting people even more rapidly...and he knows — thinks he knows — it's a gay man's disease. Which...he guesses he is, now, but he knows Rich is and has been.
A part of him is scared but the part of him that's curious is overpowering it and the words tumble out of his mouth before he can actually think about them enough to decide whether maybe he shouldn't say them at all. "Can I try? Sucking you off, I mean? And then, like, if I don't like it...then I could finish you with a handy?" he asks, wetting his lips nervously and finding his eyes shifting down to Richie's hands on his belt briefly before looking back up at Richie. "After you do me, or whatever?" he tacks on to let Richie know that he wants to try it and see if it's any good being on the receiving end.
"Come back here, kid, I'll blow you for free!"
The memory of the hobo with syph invades his mind unwanted and uninvited and Eddie shudders slightly, but tries to keep his expression from showing that the shudder wasn't a pleasurable one. It won't be like that with Richie. Richie doesn't have syphilis; he'd be rotting by now if he did. It's fine.
"Or..." he starts and shrugs, looking sheepish. "Is that okay or...?"
If he didn't know better, he'd think Richie plans ahead for these little clandestine meetings. He has an answer to every potential issue Eddie can think of and that's...actually weirdly reassuring to Eddie.
There's something about the tone in Richie's voice and the way he looks at Eddie when he makes that confession that makes Eddie's stomach tumble rapidly and, if he's honest, it goes straight to his prick, making him shift a little on Richie's lap in response. Though, maybe that latter reaction is from Richie's starting to move again.
There's a thousand reasons why he shouldn't be offering this and all of them feel like good reasons with what little knowledge of AIDS Eddie has. He knows it's killing people in droves and infecting people even more rapidly...and he knows — thinks he knows — it's a gay man's disease. Which...he guesses he is, now, but he knows Rich is and has been.
A part of him is scared but the part of him that's curious is overpowering it and the words tumble out of his mouth before he can actually think about them enough to decide whether maybe he shouldn't say them at all. "Can I try? Sucking you off, I mean? And then, like, if I don't like it...then I could finish you with a handy?" he asks, wetting his lips nervously and finding his eyes shifting down to Richie's hands on his belt briefly before looking back up at Richie. "After you do me, or whatever?" he tacks on to let Richie know that he wants to try it and see if it's any good being on the receiving end.
"Come back here, kid, I'll blow you for free!"
The memory of the hobo with syph invades his mind unwanted and uninvited and Eddie shudders slightly, but tries to keep his expression from showing that the shudder wasn't a pleasurable one. It won't be like that with Richie. Richie doesn't have syphilis; he'd be rotting by now if he did. It's fine.
"Or..." he starts and shrugs, looking sheepish. "Is that okay or...?"
"Maybe," he replies lightly. It would be great if that were the case because Richie figures that most hotel owners would think they're just seeking out a place to get drunk or high rather than having a safe place to make out that wasn't the back seat of his car. "Be nice to have one thing in our favor though, huh? Even if it's just getting a hotel room without having to flash one of my fakes around."
And, yeah, okay he might just have a few ideas in mind when it comes to their meetings because Eddie usually might have a question or two and Richie doesn't want to be caught with his pants down― figuratively though maybe literally?
Like now when Richie looks up at Eddie as the other seems to fall into his own head. Eddie has gotten a lot better, so much better, since he was younger but there are still things that eat away at him. Richie knows this and so he just carefully rubs Eddie's back for a moment as the other teen stares off with his thoughtful expression.
Needless to say the question gets a surprised look out of Richie. He really didn't think the other would be up for offering at this point so Richie blinks and then nods, mouth ajar slightly. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you wanna do, babe," he says as a hand comes up to cradle Eddie's face. "As long as it's something you wanna do and not something you think you have to do. Just making you feel good makes me feel good too."
He shifts up just enough to kiss the other boy with a goofy smile.
And, yeah, okay he might just have a few ideas in mind when it comes to their meetings because Eddie usually might have a question or two and Richie doesn't want to be caught with his pants down― figuratively though maybe literally?
Like now when Richie looks up at Eddie as the other seems to fall into his own head. Eddie has gotten a lot better, so much better, since he was younger but there are still things that eat away at him. Richie knows this and so he just carefully rubs Eddie's back for a moment as the other teen stares off with his thoughtful expression.
Needless to say the question gets a surprised look out of Richie. He really didn't think the other would be up for offering at this point so Richie blinks and then nods, mouth ajar slightly. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you wanna do, babe," he says as a hand comes up to cradle Eddie's face. "As long as it's something you wanna do and not something you think you have to do. Just making you feel good makes me feel good too."
He shifts up just enough to kiss the other boy with a goofy smile.
"Yeah, tell me about it," Eddie agrees. That's no small thing, in Eddie's mind, being able to get a room, like that.
It's so natural for Richie to give those reassuring and soothing touches that Eddie doesn't even really notice at first that he's doing it. He notices when Richie stops though, likely partially due to the surprise that registers on his face on the heels of Eddie's proposition.
The term of endearment isn't exactly new, but Eddie still likes the way it sounds when Richie looks all taken aback like that. "I know I don't have to, Rich," he laughs, rolling his eyes a little. Then, he shrugs. "But making you feel good makes me feel good, too, you know. And...I don't know. Maybe I'll like it. But if I don't, you know, I'm not just gonna, like, leave you hanging and shit." How different can a handy really be from just jacking himself off, anyway? They might not have done that, either, underneath their clothes so much as just rubbing at each other over their clothes, but there's a first time for everything, right? And Eddie figures if he's going to have a first time trying something like that, he wants it to be with Richie.
It's so natural for Richie to give those reassuring and soothing touches that Eddie doesn't even really notice at first that he's doing it. He notices when Richie stops though, likely partially due to the surprise that registers on his face on the heels of Eddie's proposition.
The term of endearment isn't exactly new, but Eddie still likes the way it sounds when Richie looks all taken aback like that. "I know I don't have to, Rich," he laughs, rolling his eyes a little. Then, he shrugs. "But making you feel good makes me feel good, too, you know. And...I don't know. Maybe I'll like it. But if I don't, you know, I'm not just gonna, like, leave you hanging and shit." How different can a handy really be from just jacking himself off, anyway? They might not have done that, either, underneath their clothes so much as just rubbing at each other over their clothes, but there's a first time for everything, right? And Eddie figures if he's going to have a first time trying something like that, he wants it to be with Richie.
Again, Richie can't help laughing as Eddie talks and he dips in once again to fondly kiss his chin and neck. "I know you wouldn't leave me with blue balls," he says with a chuckle. "But I just don't want you forcing yourself just because I wanna try something. I mean, fuck, I might not like it either."
A bold faced lie. He loves everything about Eddie and having the chance to get closer to him? It would only just make him happier.
He shifts once more so he can more easily get his hands at Eddie's belt and unbuckle it with a hard swallow. For all of Richie's talk it still filled him with nervous energy to take this further but he shakes his head briefly, tugging and popping the button of the other's pants open. He wets his lips, glancing up and stealing another quick kiss.
"You'll have to hop off my lap," he says despite hating the idea with every fiber of his being. There wasn't anywhere he'd rather have Eddie than in his lap like this. "I don't know if you wanna lay down or what. I can let you lay on my sweater though if you want."
A bold faced lie. He loves everything about Eddie and having the chance to get closer to him? It would only just make him happier.
He shifts once more so he can more easily get his hands at Eddie's belt and unbuckle it with a hard swallow. For all of Richie's talk it still filled him with nervous energy to take this further but he shakes his head briefly, tugging and popping the button of the other's pants open. He wets his lips, glancing up and stealing another quick kiss.
"You'll have to hop off my lap," he says despite hating the idea with every fiber of his being. There wasn't anywhere he'd rather have Eddie than in his lap like this. "I don't know if you wanna lay down or what. I can let you lay on my sweater though if you want."
Eddie shakes his head, this time with a little more fervor to get his point across. "I know, dude, I'm not. What, I'm not allowed to be curious, too?" he asks, his voice edging a little with challenge because, well, now any trepidation he felt is being pushed aside by a determination to prove that he doesn't need Richie to guide him through everything and he doesn't need Richie putting ideas in his head; he can come up with the things he's curious about all on his own, thank you very much.
If Richie's feeling uncertain or nervous, it's completely lost on Eddie. That's perhaps partially because Eddie has always sort of projected a confidence onto Richie that isn't always actually there. He's always seen Richie as the braver, more confident one of the pair and he just assumes that Richie never has any doubts about anything he thinks, says, or does, because he usually thinks, says, and does things with such conviction that it's hard for Eddie to imagine any other way for Richie to be.
Eddie's tongue slips between his lips to wet them again when his belt opens and Richie pops the button of his jeans. He's nervous, that's for sure, but it's an excited sort of nervousness. It'd be just straight excited if not for the fact that he's worried that he isn't going to like reciprocating and then he's a jerk or, worse, Richie won't like doing it and that it'll feel so good that he'll be upset when Richie doesn't want to continue. Eddie...has a tendency to worry about the worst possible scenario, sometimes. It's a problem.
It's not without a little bit of effort that Eddie is able to maneuver himself back off of Richie without tripping over his own feet in the haste he takes to get up. "Can I just sit, you think, or is it easier if I lay down?" he asks, tugging at the front of his jeans reflexively when he feels the strain of his erection pushed up against the seam because Richie hasn't gotten to the zipper just yet, what with Eddie getting up and all.
If Richie's feeling uncertain or nervous, it's completely lost on Eddie. That's perhaps partially because Eddie has always sort of projected a confidence onto Richie that isn't always actually there. He's always seen Richie as the braver, more confident one of the pair and he just assumes that Richie never has any doubts about anything he thinks, says, or does, because he usually thinks, says, and does things with such conviction that it's hard for Eddie to imagine any other way for Richie to be.
Eddie's tongue slips between his lips to wet them again when his belt opens and Richie pops the button of his jeans. He's nervous, that's for sure, but it's an excited sort of nervousness. It'd be just straight excited if not for the fact that he's worried that he isn't going to like reciprocating and then he's a jerk or, worse, Richie won't like doing it and that it'll feel so good that he'll be upset when Richie doesn't want to continue. Eddie...has a tendency to worry about the worst possible scenario, sometimes. It's a problem.
It's not without a little bit of effort that Eddie is able to maneuver himself back off of Richie without tripping over his own feet in the haste he takes to get up. "Can I just sit, you think, or is it easier if I lay down?" he asks, tugging at the front of his jeans reflexively when he feels the strain of his erection pushed up against the seam because Richie hasn't gotten to the zipper just yet, what with Eddie getting up and all.
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."
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."
He watches Richie kneeling on the sweater on the floor, his fingers working at Eddie's jeans, and Eddie's stomach clenches with anticipation. It's nerve-wracking that Richie doesn't know the answer because that means that neither of them do, but he doesn't feel frustrated about it. Nervous excitement is sparking through his entire body and then Richie looks up at him from down on his knees, and before Richie pulls his pants down, Eddie's cock is already twitching with need just from that visual alone.
"I can stand," he mumbles dumbly as he feels himself springing free of the confines of clothes. Sudden terror jolts through him at the idea of someone walking in on them now in search of a place to have a cigarette in peace. Then that terror spikes again at the idea of Beverly walking in on them with Richie on his knees and Eddie with his pants around his ankles.
He's rooted to the spot anyway with nervous energy and when Richie's fingers curl around his bare erection for the first time, no underwear or jeans in the goddamned way, his knees wobble a little. Eddie clutches the back of the chair to steady himself as he lets out a shuddering breath and swallows back a moan in fear that it might be too damn loud. His chest is already heaving and he can't stop watching Richie's hand moving, skin on skin, over his cock.
"Shit..." he breathes. "Shit, Rich...that feels so good, shit..."
"I can stand," he mumbles dumbly as he feels himself springing free of the confines of clothes. Sudden terror jolts through him at the idea of someone walking in on them now in search of a place to have a cigarette in peace. Then that terror spikes again at the idea of Beverly walking in on them with Richie on his knees and Eddie with his pants around his ankles.
He's rooted to the spot anyway with nervous energy and when Richie's fingers curl around his bare erection for the first time, no underwear or jeans in the goddamned way, his knees wobble a little. Eddie clutches the back of the chair to steady himself as he lets out a shuddering breath and swallows back a moan in fear that it might be too damn loud. His chest is already heaving and he can't stop watching Richie's hand moving, skin on skin, over his cock.
"Shit..." he breathes. "Shit, Rich...that feels so good, shit..."
Richie tries not to think too hard about someone walking in on them. Folks tended to avoid this spot, thankfully, so that's why he felt comfortable enough bringing Eddie here but there was always a chance of someone coming by with the idea of finding a new place to smoke. It's almost a little exciting if he considers it despite what being caught might mean for them so, once again, the thought is shoved into the back of his head and Richie focuses back on what's most important here.
There's something great in watching Eddie wobble a little on his knees, shuddering and swallowing back a moan with the knowledge that he was the cause. It riles him up and he can already feel how fucking uncomfortable his jeans are with his own erection straining against the fabric. He holds back from touching himself though as Richie wants, more than anything, for Eddie to be the one to get him off.
"Yeah?" He says, a little breathless but smiling as he moves his hand a little faster. He could just as easily watch Eddie come apart this way but he knows that isn't why they're here and, once again, he swallows. Again that nervous energy makes an appearance but it's driven away just as quick once he glances up at Eddie. There was just something so... so fucking good in seeing his boyfriend like this: all flushed, breathless and already having to hide his moans.
It's enough to get him leaning in and licking a stripe from base to tip of the other's cock, swirling his tongue around the head as his attention flickers upwards. He's never done this before and certainly hasn't ever had it done for him before so this is all new. All Richie can do is think of what might make him feel good and try to see what may or may not draw a reaction out of Eddie now.
There's something great in watching Eddie wobble a little on his knees, shuddering and swallowing back a moan with the knowledge that he was the cause. It riles him up and he can already feel how fucking uncomfortable his jeans are with his own erection straining against the fabric. He holds back from touching himself though as Richie wants, more than anything, for Eddie to be the one to get him off.
"Yeah?" He says, a little breathless but smiling as he moves his hand a little faster. He could just as easily watch Eddie come apart this way but he knows that isn't why they're here and, once again, he swallows. Again that nervous energy makes an appearance but it's driven away just as quick once he glances up at Eddie. There was just something so... so fucking good in seeing his boyfriend like this: all flushed, breathless and already having to hide his moans.
It's enough to get him leaning in and licking a stripe from base to tip of the other's cock, swirling his tongue around the head as his attention flickers upwards. He's never done this before and certainly hasn't ever had it done for him before so this is all new. All Richie can do is think of what might make him feel good and try to see what may or may not draw a reaction out of Eddie now.
"Fuck yeah," Eddie mutters breathlessly, nodding rapidly just in case there's a lack of tone in those two airy words. When Richie's hand moves faster, Eddie's jaw drops open and a choked sound tumbles from his lips, his eyelids fluttering against the urge to close so that he can focus on the sensation alone. He wants to look at Richie too much to let them win.
The wet warmth of Richie's tongue running up the underside of his length and over the head has Eddie shuddering and white-knuckling the chair. "Oh my God, Richie," he gasps. "Shit, fuck, oh God..." he stammers, his free hand moving to clutch tightly at one of Richie's shoulders.
He can feel a heat coiling deep within himself, tight and fast, the way it always does right before he blows his fucking load when he's jacking it into the shower drain all alone. "Richie, I'm gonna—" he gasps and there's some disappointment hiding behind the needy whimper because Richie's barely even done anything yet. He certainly hasn't gotten to the sucking part and if Eddie can't get his shit together, he's going to fall apart before Richie ever can.
The wet warmth of Richie's tongue running up the underside of his length and over the head has Eddie shuddering and white-knuckling the chair. "Oh my God, Richie," he gasps. "Shit, fuck, oh God..." he stammers, his free hand moving to clutch tightly at one of Richie's shoulders.
He can feel a heat coiling deep within himself, tight and fast, the way it always does right before he blows his fucking load when he's jacking it into the shower drain all alone. "Richie, I'm gonna—" he gasps and there's some disappointment hiding behind the needy whimper because Richie's barely even done anything yet. He certainly hasn't gotten to the sucking part and if Eddie can't get his shit together, he's going to fall apart before Richie ever can.
Needless to say almost everything coming out of Eddie is going right to his own cock. A breathy chuckle escapes him as he listens and reaches up to grab at Eddie's thigh, soothing it over with light touches and tracing his fingers up to his hip as he does. The tip passes his lips and he sucks gently, tongue swirling over once again when he pulls back only to slide further the next time working himself up to take him whole.
Richie pulls off with heady wet 'pop' and gives a few, slow lingering licks along the length of him as his eyes flicker upwards again. "It's okay, Eds," he murmurs because it is okay. It's not like they've done this before and honestly? It's kind of hot knowing that he can get Eds off so quickly. Still, he knows that Eddie probably wants this to last and moves to grasp the hand on his shoulder and guide it toward his hair. "You can set the pace if I'm going too fast. Just don't, you know, pull my hair out."
He hums then, grinning and then moves to take him deeper. It's a lot better than he imagined it being and it's clear enough that he's enjoying being able to savor this moment: the taste, the heaviness against his tongue and everything in between. It riles him up as he pulls back to take even more of him still, settling into a maddening rhythm.
Richie pulls off with heady wet 'pop' and gives a few, slow lingering licks along the length of him as his eyes flicker upwards again. "It's okay, Eds," he murmurs because it is okay. It's not like they've done this before and honestly? It's kind of hot knowing that he can get Eds off so quickly. Still, he knows that Eddie probably wants this to last and moves to grasp the hand on his shoulder and guide it toward his hair. "You can set the pace if I'm going too fast. Just don't, you know, pull my hair out."
He hums then, grinning and then moves to take him deeper. It's a lot better than he imagined it being and it's clear enough that he's enjoying being able to savor this moment: the taste, the heaviness against his tongue and everything in between. It riles him up as he pulls back to take even more of him still, settling into a maddening rhythm.
It's almost like a sensory overload. The sensation of wet heat surrounding him coupled with the pressure that comes with Richie starting to actually suck on him and contrasting with the ghostly soft touches of Richie's fingertips against his hip is a lot. Hearing the nearly inaudible and indescribable sound that Richie's mouth makes around Eddie's erection and then the low-pitched, sodden pop as he comes back off to speak each have their own effect on Eddie, sending pleasurable shudders through his entire body.
And then Richie's eyes shift so that he's looking up at Eddie and Eddie moans quietly as he looks down at his partner and, with the forced perspective of this angle, he's getting an eyeful of Richie's kiss-swollen lips close enough to be brushing against Eddie's engorged shaft as he speaks. "Holy shit you look so fucking hot looking up at me like that," he blurts out breathlessly, only half-hearing what Richie's actually saying as he guides Eddie's hand off his shoulder and into his disheveled curls. Still, he nods his understanding as he belatedly processes the words. "Okay, okay," he pants out, his hips shifting of their own accord, seeking out Richie again.
Even with Richie moving at practically a snail's pace while he adjusts to what he's actually doing. Eddie's knees are wobbling again and he closes a fist around a chunk of Richie's hair, guiding the pace somewhere in the middle of the speed at which Richie had been stroking him with his hand and the speed Richie's taken just now. "I'm not gonna last, man, holy shit this is so good..." he whimpers and his whole body is trembling with the ever-building heat of an approaching climax.
And then Richie's eyes shift so that he's looking up at Eddie and Eddie moans quietly as he looks down at his partner and, with the forced perspective of this angle, he's getting an eyeful of Richie's kiss-swollen lips close enough to be brushing against Eddie's engorged shaft as he speaks. "Holy shit you look so fucking hot looking up at me like that," he blurts out breathlessly, only half-hearing what Richie's actually saying as he guides Eddie's hand off his shoulder and into his disheveled curls. Still, he nods his understanding as he belatedly processes the words. "Okay, okay," he pants out, his hips shifting of their own accord, seeking out Richie again.
Even with Richie moving at practically a snail's pace while he adjusts to what he's actually doing. Eddie's knees are wobbling again and he closes a fist around a chunk of Richie's hair, guiding the pace somewhere in the middle of the speed at which Richie had been stroking him with his hand and the speed Richie's taken just now. "I'm not gonna last, man, holy shit this is so good..." he whimpers and his whole body is trembling with the ever-building heat of an approaching climax.
Just feeling the response he's having on Eddie is enough to egg Richie on. He doesn't mean to set such a slow pace to start but he also doesn't want to go too fast and fucking gag on his boyfriend's clock either. That's why he's more than glad for Eddie to grab a chunk of his hair and help guide him along towards a better pace for both of them. All he can do is give a happy hum and let his head bob to the pace that's been set, eager to hear more from Eddie.
The words are enough to still get a grin out of him even with his mouth so busy. It's an easy decision to turn his focus upwards again, letting eyes set on Eddie and continue working the other teen over with his mouth. Breathing out a sigh through his nose, he once again takes him in full and tries to work with the push and pull of Eddie's hips instead of against them. Could he be any luckier? God this was the sort of shit he would dream of on lonely nights when this was still utterly impossible.
So the fact he's got Eddie here falling apart under his ministrations? It would be enough to make him come in his pants here and now. Richie tried to keep that want under wraps though because he's agree to see if Eddie will be up for returning the favor. Not that he minds if his boyfriend ends up not liking it just... any time with Eddie was good with him.
Though in hearing (and feeling) how close Eddie was getting just turns his focus to making sure this was good until the end. Richie doesn't bother saying anything and just hums around Eddie's cock again and moves his hands back to the other boy's hips as he eggs him on.
The words are enough to still get a grin out of him even with his mouth so busy. It's an easy decision to turn his focus upwards again, letting eyes set on Eddie and continue working the other teen over with his mouth. Breathing out a sigh through his nose, he once again takes him in full and tries to work with the push and pull of Eddie's hips instead of against them. Could he be any luckier? God this was the sort of shit he would dream of on lonely nights when this was still utterly impossible.
So the fact he's got Eddie here falling apart under his ministrations? It would be enough to make him come in his pants here and now. Richie tried to keep that want under wraps though because he's agree to see if Eddie will be up for returning the favor. Not that he minds if his boyfriend ends up not liking it just... any time with Eddie was good with him.
Though in hearing (and feeling) how close Eddie was getting just turns his focus to making sure this was good until the end. Richie doesn't bother saying anything and just hums around Eddie's cock again and moves his hands back to the other boy's hips as he eggs him on.
Between the way Richie looks up at Eddie with a mouthful of his cock and the hum vibrating its way through his entire body, that's all it takes. With a stuttering moan and a spasmodic full-body shudder, Eddie's hands lock up, fingers largely extended by stiffly curled like he wants so much to be holding Richie's head in place but can't quite bring himself to force it in case jizz is fucking gross and Richie has to jump back to spit it out. He comes completely undone a second later, painting the inside of his boyfriend's mouth with his climax.
He's panting and breathless as his hands settle back on Richie's head when he's finished emptying himself, not to hold the other boy in place, but to keep himself from going completely boneless and crumpling to the floor with the dizziness of his first orgasm brought on by something other than his own right hand.
"Holy...shit...Rich..." he pants out, wetting his lips again and finding himself a little surprised by how dry and cracked they feel from all of the heavy breathing that he hadn't even been conscious of doing for the few glorious minutes it took Richie to suck him off effectively. "Holy shit...holy shit..."
He can't even bring himself to bend slightly to pull up his pants again before lowering himself sloppily into the chair Richie had been sitting in before this rendezvous escalated into...well. This.
It feels like he's run a marathon and he's finally getting a chance to get off his feet, the way his body melts into the chair as he catches his breath, chest heaving with the effort of it. He's too sated, even, to be self-conscious about the way his wet, increasingly flaccid cock deflates sadly against his thigh, sticking there with the semi-adhesive mix of sweat, saliva, and semen. Eddie's head falls back so that his face it pointed to the ceiling and he lets out a heavy huff, a final appreciative sound of relaxation before his breathing starts to level out again. "Oh my fucking God, Richie..." he whispers, closing his eyes. Yeah, he's definitely going to try to return the favor for his boyfriend because that was fucking mind-blowing and Richie deserves to feel it, too, after successfully causing it.
He's panting and breathless as his hands settle back on Richie's head when he's finished emptying himself, not to hold the other boy in place, but to keep himself from going completely boneless and crumpling to the floor with the dizziness of his first orgasm brought on by something other than his own right hand.
"Holy...shit...Rich..." he pants out, wetting his lips again and finding himself a little surprised by how dry and cracked they feel from all of the heavy breathing that he hadn't even been conscious of doing for the few glorious minutes it took Richie to suck him off effectively. "Holy shit...holy shit..."
He can't even bring himself to bend slightly to pull up his pants again before lowering himself sloppily into the chair Richie had been sitting in before this rendezvous escalated into...well. This.
It feels like he's run a marathon and he's finally getting a chance to get off his feet, the way his body melts into the chair as he catches his breath, chest heaving with the effort of it. He's too sated, even, to be self-conscious about the way his wet, increasingly flaccid cock deflates sadly against his thigh, sticking there with the semi-adhesive mix of sweat, saliva, and semen. Eddie's head falls back so that his face it pointed to the ceiling and he lets out a heavy huff, a final appreciative sound of relaxation before his breathing starts to level out again. "Oh my fucking God, Richie..." he whispers, closing his eyes. Yeah, he's definitely going to try to return the favor for his boyfriend because that was fucking mind-blowing and Richie deserves to feel it, too, after successfully causing it.
As Eddie's moans grows increasingly louder (though, a bit muffled) and a shudder seemingly runs through his entire body leaves Richie bracing his hands against his boyfriend's hips as he continues working him. Feeling Eddie's hands lock up in his hair gets a hiss of pleasure out of Richie before he dives back in to working Eddie through to his climax. There's a jolt of surprise, needless to say, once it hits but Richie continues bobbing his head until he has to finally break away with a gasp of air.
He can't help the small cough that escapes him but ultimately tilts his head into Eddie's touch, breathing in deeply through his nose and licking his lips free of any evidence that might have spilled over. It's certainly not the best but it's Eddie and he could certainly deal with this in order to get the chance to see Eds like this. All flushed and heaving for air, god, this was so much better than his dumb daydreams.
Watching Eddie lower himself into the discarded chair gets another grin out of Richie as he shifts over, propping himself up against Eddie's lap. "I'm gonna take that as your seal of approval," he muses and runs a hand through his hair.
He sure hopes that he's reading into this right because goddamn if he wouldn't love to add this into their future meetings. Not at school again, perhaps but definitely something for their trips out to the Barrens or the nights when his folks weren't home. Richie leans in as if going for a kiss but stops short because he isn't entirely sure if Eddie wouldn't be grossed out about kissing considering what he just was doing.
So, instead, he smiles and asks: "You think you're going to make it, Spaghetti?"
He can't help the small cough that escapes him but ultimately tilts his head into Eddie's touch, breathing in deeply through his nose and licking his lips free of any evidence that might have spilled over. It's certainly not the best but it's Eddie and he could certainly deal with this in order to get the chance to see Eds like this. All flushed and heaving for air, god, this was so much better than his dumb daydreams.
Watching Eddie lower himself into the discarded chair gets another grin out of Richie as he shifts over, propping himself up against Eddie's lap. "I'm gonna take that as your seal of approval," he muses and runs a hand through his hair.
He sure hopes that he's reading into this right because goddamn if he wouldn't love to add this into their future meetings. Not at school again, perhaps but definitely something for their trips out to the Barrens or the nights when his folks weren't home. Richie leans in as if going for a kiss but stops short because he isn't entirely sure if Eddie wouldn't be grossed out about kissing considering what he just was doing.
So, instead, he smiles and asks: "You think you're going to make it, Spaghetti?"
Absently and affectionately, Eddie's hand moves off his own bare thigh to stroke Richie's hair when the other boy moves to lean against him. "Uh, yeah," he huffs out, equal parts satisfied and amused as he finally lifts his head, opening his eyes again.
He stiffens a little when it looks like Richie might kiss him — not because he doesn't like kissing Richie but because he just fucking jizzed in Richie's mouth and that's weird, right? But Richie seems to think better of it, too, and Eddie smiles back and shakes his head, laughing. "Nope, I'm dead. You've killed me, but at least I died happy," he jokes.
Finally, Eddie straightens up a little. "Okay, let me put my dick away and then I'll do you," he says with a grin. "It's fucking amazing," he adds, shifting just so to suggest to Richie that he's going to stand up for a minute so that he can pull up his damn pants.
"Is it gross?" he asks as he stands, bends, and pulls his pants and underwear back up around his waist, trying to keep his tone light and curious. "Jizz, I mean?" He's asking in a tone that suggests that he's not going to be deterred — even though he might be — but that he's simply gathering information in order to mentally prepare. Which, he hopes, Richie won't see straight through. Eddie is genuinely curious, so he's got that going for him, at least, for authenticity.
He stiffens a little when it looks like Richie might kiss him — not because he doesn't like kissing Richie but because he just fucking jizzed in Richie's mouth and that's weird, right? But Richie seems to think better of it, too, and Eddie smiles back and shakes his head, laughing. "Nope, I'm dead. You've killed me, but at least I died happy," he jokes.
Finally, Eddie straightens up a little. "Okay, let me put my dick away and then I'll do you," he says with a grin. "It's fucking amazing," he adds, shifting just so to suggest to Richie that he's going to stand up for a minute so that he can pull up his damn pants.
"Is it gross?" he asks as he stands, bends, and pulls his pants and underwear back up around his waist, trying to keep his tone light and curious. "Jizz, I mean?" He's asking in a tone that suggests that he's not going to be deterred — even though he might be — but that he's simply gathering information in order to mentally prepare. Which, he hopes, Richie won't see straight through. Eddie is genuinely curious, so he's got that going for him, at least, for authenticity.
Honestly Richie finds he enjoys the absent but affectionate strokes of Eddie's hand through his hair more than he cares to admit. It certainly helps to calm him down just a little even though it was getting harder to ignore his own problems. He grins again watching Eds stiffen, near laughing but ultimately sitting back as what he guessed becomes true. He'll probably have to scrub his mouth out with soap before Eddie lets them kiss again.
He laughs fully along with Eddie as the other teen talks. "Finally put this Trashmouth of mine to some better use, huh?"
Still he leans back as Eddie motions to stand up and straighten himself up although its hard for Richie not to just sit and stare from where he's on the floor. "Fucking amazing," he repeats fondly and smiles in a way that easily gives away how pleased he is with himself. The question gets a raise of his brows but Richie ultimately shrugs with a thoughtful expression because he knows Eddie is feeling out the waters before jumping straight in.
"Better than I thought," he says with a slight purse of his lips. "Kinda warm, a little salty. I didn't want to gag or anything if that's what you're worried about."
He laughs fully along with Eddie as the other teen talks. "Finally put this Trashmouth of mine to some better use, huh?"
Still he leans back as Eddie motions to stand up and straighten himself up although its hard for Richie not to just sit and stare from where he's on the floor. "Fucking amazing," he repeats fondly and smiles in a way that easily gives away how pleased he is with himself. The question gets a raise of his brows but Richie ultimately shrugs with a thoughtful expression because he knows Eddie is feeling out the waters before jumping straight in.
"Better than I thought," he says with a slight purse of his lips. "Kinda warm, a little salty. I didn't want to gag or anything if that's what you're worried about."
Snorting his own laugh as he tucks himself back into his underwear. "Yeah, well, now it's officially a trashmouth," he jokes with a smirk. It's lost on him that Richie's echoed the compliment back because he's more focused on getting his pants up and zipped and buttoned again, but he does catch the proud look on Richie's face and it makes Eddie smile. Yeah. Richie doesn't get a lot of praise, especially since his parents are practically absent, so he's glad that he was able to give Richie something to feel proud of.
Richie knows him too well, he thinks, as his cheeks burn with embarrassment at being called out like that, even though it's not a malicious call-out. Yeah, he's worried about gagging. Like, really worried about gagging. Bad smells can make him gag, the very idea of the air particles of a bad smell being in his mouth had made him gag back in the Well House that day they came face to face with Pennywise and Eddie broke his arm.
The idea of gagging on Richie's dick is not one he likes to entertain because there's nothing sexy about that. Richie made him feel so good and he's not going to be able to repay that if he's gagging on Richie's junk like a fucking pussy or something.
"Cool, yeah, okay. No big deal then," he replies thoughtfully.
He nods a little like he's just taking a casual mental note. Eddie pulls the bottom hem of his t-shirt back down to cover the waist of his jeans now that he's got them up and fastened. "Okay, man..." he says with an awkward pause because, like, is there a smooth way to switch places? If there is, Eddie's not likely to find it. Smooth isn't really a word that Eddie typically would use to describe himself.
"Batter up," he says and the second the words leave his mouth, he realizes how fucking dumb that shit sounds and it shows on his pinched expression. "Whatever," he says to try to move past it quickly.
Eddie reaches for Richie to bring him closer so that he can reach to start unbuttoning and unzipping his boyfriend's jeans. Mentally, he's psyching himself up. Kinda warm, a little salty. That's not so bad, that's like the liquid butter they put on popcorn at the movies, right? That's kinda warm and a little salty and that shit's amazing. This'll be fine. He's totally got this.
Richie knows him too well, he thinks, as his cheeks burn with embarrassment at being called out like that, even though it's not a malicious call-out. Yeah, he's worried about gagging. Like, really worried about gagging. Bad smells can make him gag, the very idea of the air particles of a bad smell being in his mouth had made him gag back in the Well House that day they came face to face with Pennywise and Eddie broke his arm.
The idea of gagging on Richie's dick is not one he likes to entertain because there's nothing sexy about that. Richie made him feel so good and he's not going to be able to repay that if he's gagging on Richie's junk like a fucking pussy or something.
"Cool, yeah, okay. No big deal then," he replies thoughtfully.
He nods a little like he's just taking a casual mental note. Eddie pulls the bottom hem of his t-shirt back down to cover the waist of his jeans now that he's got them up and fastened. "Okay, man..." he says with an awkward pause because, like, is there a smooth way to switch places? If there is, Eddie's not likely to find it. Smooth isn't really a word that Eddie typically would use to describe himself.
"Batter up," he says and the second the words leave his mouth, he realizes how fucking dumb that shit sounds and it shows on his pinched expression. "Whatever," he says to try to move past it quickly.
Eddie reaches for Richie to bring him closer so that he can reach to start unbuttoning and unzipping his boyfriend's jeans. Mentally, he's psyching himself up. Kinda warm, a little salty. That's not so bad, that's like the liquid butter they put on popcorn at the movies, right? That's kinda warm and a little salty and that shit's amazing. This'll be fine. He's totally got this.
"Pfft. Well, yeah, maybe. I wouldn't call any part of you trash though," he says with another grin and a careful glance back to Eddie. There's something just about watching him getting put back together that's fun to watch. Though admittedly it's a lot more fun knowing that he was the cause of Eddie being in such a state in the first place. It shoots that little bit of pride back into his chest and he continues watching with a warm expression.
This is especially true when Richie catches sight of the red flush that burns across his cheeks in embarrassment. He doesn't mean to just call him out but he's also spent a lot of time with Eddie these past four years and a lot more time paying attention to him in his own way. To say he knew one or two of Eddie's little quirks would be an understatement.
Yet Richie gets why Eddie is worried. He was worried too before all the emotion and sensations and reactions from Eds got the better of him. It was easy to distract himself from the parts that worried him then and, yeah, he hopes it'll be the same for his boyfriend and he'll enjoy this just as much.
"No big deal," he repeats with a nod.
The awkward pause causes Rich to raise his brows again but he very quickly finds himself hiding a laugh. He really doesn't mean to and there's just something about Eddie's serious face while calling batter up that really tickles him. Nevertheless, he lets it pass and focuses instead on how Eddie reaches out for him to start undoing his jeans which gets Richie swallowing hard again.
Absently, he runs a hand through Eddie's hair and sighs. "I love you, you know."
This is especially true when Richie catches sight of the red flush that burns across his cheeks in embarrassment. He doesn't mean to just call him out but he's also spent a lot of time with Eddie these past four years and a lot more time paying attention to him in his own way. To say he knew one or two of Eddie's little quirks would be an understatement.
Yet Richie gets why Eddie is worried. He was worried too before all the emotion and sensations and reactions from Eds got the better of him. It was easy to distract himself from the parts that worried him then and, yeah, he hopes it'll be the same for his boyfriend and he'll enjoy this just as much.
"No big deal," he repeats with a nod.
The awkward pause causes Rich to raise his brows again but he very quickly finds himself hiding a laugh. He really doesn't mean to and there's just something about Eddie's serious face while calling batter up that really tickles him. Nevertheless, he lets it pass and focuses instead on how Eddie reaches out for him to start undoing his jeans which gets Richie swallowing hard again.
Absently, he runs a hand through Eddie's hair and sighs. "I love you, you know."
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