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It was the first losers club movie night in over two months, first full group movie night in an even longer time.
It was enough to make the plans feel spectacular. Everyone rarely came back to Derry from college at the same time, most of them refusing to outright. However, this holiday season had brought all seven losers to Derry, each of varying willingness. They’d decided on a weekend to meet at Bill’s parents house and camp out in the living room like they’d used to in high school, albeit this time with less parental supervision and (legal) alcohol.
And of course, Eddie’s mother had to go and throw a shit fit about it.
Normally Eddie wouldn’t have come back to Derry willingly but he’d taken the risk for the fact that all of the losers would be together and his desire to see them outweighed the cons. He wanted to be with his friends again, all together.
His mother, however, detested the fact that he wasn’t spending his entire break with his family— her. Eddie had gone off to college so far away for so long and now that he has finally come home he wanted to leave to hang out with rascals? No, it wasn’t allowed. Never mind the fact that he was almost 22. Mother knows best and all.
Yet, somehow, he was standing here in Bill’s open doorway with a pack of warm Zima under his arm.
“Hey Eddie!” Bill beamed and opened the door wider to allow Eddie to slip past him. The tense air around him was palpable.
“You broke containment I see?” Bev quipped when Eddie rounded the corner of the kitchen, unceremoniously dumping his drink pack on the counter.
“Don’t wanna talk about it. What’s cold?” Eddie was opening the fridge before she could answer.
“Damn,” Mike whistled under his breath, shifting out of the room.
Richie sat twitching at the kitchen table, half finished beer in hand. It was sweating over his hand.
“Don’t. Richard,” Eddie let the fridge door slam and he twisted the cap off his beer with his bare hand, “I can feel the jokes brewing. Not right now.”
Richie obliged. Even refraining from the obvious pun.
Eddie sat down heavily next to him, beer untouched.
“Scale,” Richie spoke.
“Eleven billion. I called her a bitch,” Eddie sighed. Richie whistled in awe.
“That’s pretty bad, dude.”
“It’s whatever. I just wanna drink shitty cheap drinks and watch shitty cheap movies with my friends,” Eddie responded.
“Well you’re in luck spaghetti, Ben picked up a classic. Saw the cover myself. Killer cars. It’ll blow the Grammys away this year.”
“Oscars,” Eddie corrected with a snort, a smile finally switching up his constipated expression.
“Oscwhatevers,” Richie smiled back, “C’mon, you were last to get here and all the good spots are gonna be taken if we’re not quick.”
Eddie thankfully said nothing about the insinuation that Richie had waited for him before staking a claim in Bill’s living room. He signed loudly before rising from his seat to follow Richie into the next room.
There were no seats left. Every loser had squandered themselves into ever available upholstery. Mike had even dragged a cushy-looking chair from the office to avoid being condemned to the hard floor.
Richie sighed theatrically, projecting his (fake) annoyance to the crowd of watching losers.
“Well, my dear good man, we’ve been banished to feetville.”
“Don’t say it like that,” Eddie scrunched up his nose. He sat in the middle of the haphazard nest of blankets strewn on the floor between the couches and chairs to create some semblance of a nice seating area. Before Richie could sit down, the smaller man was yanking a fluffy blue blanket out from Beverly’s grasp.
“Hey! I claimed this!” She laughed, not giving a good fight at all. Eddie had the full blanket in his clutches in three pulls.
“This is my emotional support blanket, Bev, you know this. I need it,” He responded, never having seen the blanket before tonight. Bev rolled her eyes with a smile.
Richie set his beer precariously on the thin side table next to Eddie’s and lowered himself down into the nest. He would have to lay in an awkward angle to fit himself in the short area, but all the losers (except the most important one) knew he preferred the excuse to cuddle in close.
Eddie threw the blanket over Richie and began tucking him in the second his ass touched the floor.
“Goddamn dude let me at least lay down first.”
“What movie did you get again?” Stan asked from his high royal seat in the best Lazy-Boy chair known to man.
“Killer car!” Ben chirped.
“Ah, that’s what I thought you said.”
They were nearly forty minutes into ripping the ass out Killer Car when It Began. Richie would soon commemorate this day as an annual holiday.
Eddie shifted slightly and pressed his face into Richie’s neck. Richie froze, he could taste his heartbeat and he felt his entire body erupt in tingles. Eddie had his nose pressed into the cool skin under Richie’s jaw, and Richie could have sworn Eddie was carefully regulating his own breathing too. Richie didn’t want to spook him. Rather than saying the joke on mine, Richie swallowed it and tightened his hold around Eddie’s back. Eddie accepted his reply by tightening his own grip and— nuzzling into Richie’s neck.
Richie was gonna fucking die.
He tried to focus on the movie, his head trained forward and his body carefully held. Richie didn’t dare look away. The room was dark and the others were enthralled in the movie, but he couldn’t help worry that any movement would attract their attention to him and Eddie.
Not that they would judge them, he was sure of that, but something deep inside him wanted this to be just his. Richie wanted this to be seen by him only. Emboldened by this, Richie shifted his hand on Eddie’s hip to slip his pinkie finger under the hem of his shirt.
Richie hesitated to whisper, “Is this ok?” and listened to Eddie's breath hitch before he gave a single nod against Richie’s neck. Richie slid his hand under Eddie’s shirt and tentatively rested it against the hot skin of his side. That something inside him from before now triumphed in victory at the touch.
Eddie had made his move first, and Richie felt like he had successfully matched his bravery by a leap of faith of his own. Every single thought of this was wiped from his mind when Eddie tilted his head ever so slightly to kiss his neck once.
Ok, holy fuck.
“Is that ok?” Eddie barely whispered against his skin, Richie feeling it more than hearing it. He swallowed and forced his hand to relax from where it gripped Eddie’s side in surprise.
“Yeah,” Richie breathed in response, licking his dry lips to dispel his cotton mouth. Eddie kissed his neck again. And again. And again. Richie’s entire body lit up with each press of his lips. He shakily started rubbing small circles into Eddie’s side, and he guessed this must’ve been the right response as Eddie sighed softly and kissed up behind his ear.
Explosions took place on the TV Richie was staring at but not watching. His mind's eye was completely engrossed in Eddie and extremely aware of every single place they touched and every movement that occurred.
Experimentally, Richie raked his nails softly over Eddie’s side from his stomach. His friend shivered and stopped his steady attack on his neck. Fearing he’d ruined it, Richie opened his mouth to apologize when Eddie’s mouth returned to the site of its first kiss. And latched on and began to suck.
“Oh shit—“ Richie cursed instead, cringing when he realized his voice was definitely not a whisper. Luckily for him the movie seemed to be in its climax, and his comment was written off as a reaction to it.
Eddie squirmed closer to Richie, his leg squeezing him seemingly encouraged by Richie’s exclaim. He worked the spot lazily, not enough to hurt but enough that Richie couldn’t focus on anything else.
After a while Eddie began shifting his target to nip at various locations, his aggression increasing as he abused Riches neck. Richie ran his hand briefly up Eddie's side, dragging his nails softly for good measure before dipping his hand lower and pushing the tips of his fingers under the waistband of Eddie's shorts.
Eddie arched into Richie’s hand, and so Richie took the permission to slide home and grab a handful of Eddie’s ass. Eddie jerked his hips forward suddenly and Richie realized with a jolt that Eddie was hard where his shorts pressed into Richie’s leg. Instinctually, Richie’s other hand came down to Eddie’s thigh and hiked his leg up further.
Eddie gasped silently along Richie’s neck. He relaxed completely and wholly pressed against Richie’s side now. Richie flattened his hand over the hot expanse of Eddie’s thigh. Both of them were beginning to sweat under the heavy blankets.
Eddie seemed to be thinking something over in his head. He was unmoving besides his fist now working into Richie’s shirt.
The absolute tempo shift left Richie whirling, one second Eddie was challenging everything they had carefully crafted over the years and the next he was lying like a dead body. Richie felt like an idiot just laying here in silence with his hand down his best friend's pants raw dogging his ass with his bare hand. Deciding quickly before he could change his mind, Richie squeezed his ass again. Almost instantaneously Eddie ground his hips forward on Richie’s thigh.
Oh
Now that he had started, he couldn’t stop. Richie gave up on the movie and tilted his head into Eddie’s. He kissed Eddie’s hairline as his friend’s hot breath singed his throat. Richie gripped Eddie’s leg and hiked him closer, his hand kneading his ass. Eddie responded with short deep grinds against his leg. Eddie was doing remarkably good at staying silent, considering. Richie felt like he was on fire.
Eddie ducked his head forward and latched onto Richie’s neck again, this time pulling his skin between his teeth as he went. Richie sucked in a sharp inhale and returned the favor by dragging Eddie’s hips forcibly against him. Eddie stuttered and tugged on his shirt.
“Holy shit,” Bill started and Richie and Eddie froze, “There was two of them the whole time!?” Richie calmed his racing heart. The movie. Bill was commenting on the movie.
To be honest, Richie forgot about the other losers completely. He forgot that he was in a pitch black room on the floor of one of his best friends' houses surrounded by all his friends watching the newest action movie release. They were surrounded and buried under mountains of blankets that destroyed their silhouettes combined with the absolute darkness of the room, but any one of them could catch their movements if they looked close enough.
The thrill was insane.
Mike answered Bill sarcastically and his reward was a candy bar thrown at his face. Mike caught it and laughed at Bill’s distraught expression as he unwrapped it and ate it.
Richie started slightly when Eddie impatiently rutted against him again. It seemed he was over their interruption and wanted back on their regularly scheduled program. Richie squeezed his ass in encouragement and Eddie settled on a slower lazy grind than before. It was as if he just wanted to feel good rather than focus on getting off. Richie’s skin tingled.
Richie was absolutely fucking transcending. The idea that Eddie was using him for his own pleasure in a room full of their friends without a care in the world. Tightly wound but feral Eddie who bitched when a sex scene lasted longer than four seconds in a movie they watched together. The same Eddie who was dry humping his best friend with a hand down his pants while watching a movie.
Eddie bit softly under Richie’s ear and his hand released its death grip on his shirt. He dragged his hand down Richies chest and forced his fingers just barely under the waistband of his sweatpants. Eddie paused there and rubbed his fingers through the hair there. Richie, unsure of the protocol for this, just nodded barely.
Eddie licked a stripe up his neck as he shoved his entire hand down the front of Richie’s pants. Richie shivered. Eddie had slowed his hips to an occasional grind, but it was clear his focus was elsewhere. Richie had to remind himself not to bruise the shit out of Eddie’s thigh or ass and forced his hands to relax.
Eddie’s hand ran down to cup Richie’s hard on through his boxers. Richie was thankful as hell their situation prevented Eddie from seeing the muppets design smattered on his underwear. Eddie held him for a few moments, occasionally rolling his hand and forcing Richie to tame his breathing, but Richie assumed Eddie had found his resting place.
Proving him wrong, Eddie retracted his hand before shoving it under the waistband of his boxers and circled his fingers firmly around the base of Richie’s cock.
Richie’s mind went blank. Absolutely and completely blank.
Eddie Kaspbrak had his hand on his dick.
Eddie gave him a squeeze and moved his hand minutely, testing the limitations of their angle. Richie threw his head back against the pillow he was propped up on. He felt Eddie’s smirk pressed against his throat. Fucker. Richie could play this game too.
He slid the hand on Eddie's ass to the side between his cheeks. Before Eddie could tense up Richie pressed the pads of his fingers against his hole.
Eddie moaned.
They both froze.
No one else in the room stirred. Richie refused to move his head to see if anyone was looking at them, but no one spoke. Richie prayed to every single god he’d ever learnt about that no one noticed.
Eddie was completely still. He wasn’t even breathing. If Richie weren’t completely paralyzed by the experience, he would have teased the shit out of Eddie. Carefully he shifted his hand away and ran his fingers lower.
Eddie’s throat clicked as Richie rubbed the soft skin behind his balls. Eddie used the ankle locked over Richie’s hip as leverage to squeeze his middle.
Eddie arched into Richie’s touch and sighed. Richie worked his fingers against the tender skin as Eddie built back his confidence to begin grinding against him one more, with the addition of pressing back on his fingers. This area seemed to be less overstimulating for the moment than the first place Richie went for. Probably not the best location to tease when they were focusing on staying quiet.
Eddie’s hand on Richie’s cock had yet to move. Richie wasn’t impatient at all. He was happy with anything Eddie gave, just his hand wrapped around him was better than anything he could have predicted. It was actually kind of nice, Richie could admit. Just having Eddie hold him while he got lost in his own pleasure.
Richie slid his hand further down to cup both of Eddie’s balls. Suddenly, Eddie bit harshly into his shoulder and his hips stuttered in their grind on his leg. Richie hissed before realization smacked him in the face.
Eddie just came.
Richie lay still as Eddie’s chest heaved, sweat sticking his forehead to Richie’s jaw. After recouping, Eddie licked over the bite he’s given Richie. It felt like an apology. The hand around his cock let go and retracted, snapping him back to life. Richie sat up.
“I gotta shit.”
Richie untangled himself from Eddie and kicked his way out from their blanket fort. The cool air was painful to his sweaty skin.
“Gross, you didn’t need to announce it,” Stan screwed his nose up. Richie was out of the room before he could even finish talking.
Richie locked himself in Bill’s bathroom upstairs. The downstairs bathroom was too close to the living room and didn’t feel like a further enough exit. He looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was matted to one side and damp with sweat and his pupils were blown. Glancing down at his neck he—
“Jesus fuck,” Richie slapped a hand over the newly rising smattering of bruises on his neck. Eddie didn’t hold back at all. The guy fucking mauled him.
He didn’t know how he was gonna cover it up before going back out to the losers. Bill had absolutely no makeup in his bathroom, and Richie doubted he would find better luck in Mike or Ben’s rooms.
Also, he was still hard. So there was that too.
Richie had no idea what was even happening anymore. He knew Eddie was wound up and riding the high of winning the argument against his mother, but he couldn’t have ever predicted how his night would end like this.
Richie wished they had been alone. In one of their beds together, so he could hear the sounds from Eddie’s throat as they were meant to be when he ground his hips into him. So that Eddie could talk to him, tell him how good he felt, how good he was being.
Richie wished it were different so that Eddie would roll them over and press Richie into the mattress, whispering how much he loved him into his ear. Instead, he was a quick release for his pent up friend in a dark room, like a stranger at a club. Richie didn’t blame Eddie. Part of him hoped it would happen again, just to have Eddie focused on only him, again.
He hung his head and gripped the sink before deciding to turn it on and splash his face. In his head he contemplated the moral weight of masturbating in his best friend's bathroom while the rest of their friends hung out downstairs.
Considering Eddie’s choice early, Richie figured it wouldn't be the worst thing to do as a guest. Before he could even get his hand in his pants there was a knock at the bathroom door.
“Richie?”
Holy fuck it was Eddie.
“Blowing up the toilet dude, sorry, you gotta go els-“
“Oh shut up, I know you’re not shitting, can I come in?”
Richie looked at the window behind him. It was high up. Narrow. He could make it work if he bent his shoulders in—
“Please?”
He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. Richie unlocked the door. Eddie slipped in and closed the door behind him.
“Why’d you leave?” Eddie stared up at him. Richie blinked.
“I uh, had to kinda take care of some things,” Richie coughed. Eddie blatantly looked down at his crotch and then back up at him.
“Ah, I can help?”
Richie shook his head, “No dude it’s ok. I can take care of it, just— go back to the movie, ok?”
He didn’t want Eddie to feel responsible for him. The last thing Richie wanted was pity attention. Not from Eddie. Instead of leaving, Eddie rolled his eyes.
“I’m not an asshole. Plus, I want to. If you want me,” Eddie stepped closer. Richie gulped, startled.
“Yeah— I do uh. I do want you. I mean want you to— fuck,” Richie stumbled over his words as Eddie stepped into his space. Eddie hooked his fingers into Richie’s waistband.
“Bill’s bedroom is right there.”
Richie’s brain went blank for the third time that night.
“They’re putting on Aliens right now, no one will come upstairs for a while,” Eddie tilted his head up to him and smirked. Richie forced his brain online.
“Are you asking to fuck me in Bill Denbrough’s bed?” He whisper hissed as if someone could overhear. Eddie shrugged.
“My idea was more you fucking me, but I don’t mind either way. I just want you.”
I just want you.
“I just want you too,” Richie responded without hesitation. Eddie’s expression softened.
“I did this all backwards didn’t I,” Eddie murmured. He freed a hand to wrap it behind Richie’s neck. Eddie was looking up at him with an unreadable but wam expression. “Can I kiss you?” He asked quietly. Richie nodded.
Eddie met him half way with a surprisingly soft kiss.
The frenzied behavior Eddie held before had been exchanged as he seemingly worked every emotion he couldn’t speak into Richie’s lips.
Richie groaned softly into Eddie's mouth and both of Eddie’s hands found their way into the back of Richie’s head. One fisted loosely into his hair and the other tender cupped his jaw. Richie pulled away reluctantly but refused to leave Eddie’s space.
Eddie pushed his forehead against Richie’s.
“I’m in love with you,” it fell easily from Richie’s lips. An uncontrolled smile filled Eddie’s face before he sealed their lips again. Richie’s glasses pushed uncomfortably into his face, and Eddie tightened his hold on his hair.
“Me too,” Eddie kissed him again, “I love you too.”
Richie smiled against his lips. After a moment, Eddie pulled away suddenly.
“Can I suck your dick?”
Richie laughed. Eddie hissed and pushed his shoulder.
“Don’t laugh at me! Consent is very important and I’m really fucking horny and I know you’re hard enough to cut diamonds.”
Richie laughed louder. Eddie butted him lightly and Richie calmed down enough to smile at him. Eddie was bright red.
“Way to change the topic there, Ed’s,” Richie smirked.
“Richard.”
“Yes, I would love for you to slob on my knob.”
Eddie hummed, “I’ll let that slide,” He wasted no time reaching behind him to lock the bathroom door.
“No Bill Denbrough bedroom?” Richie teased.
Eddie fixed him a look and slid his hand into the front of Richie’s sweatpants for the second time that night. Immediately he wrapped his hand around the length. If Richie had softened over time, he was sure as hell getting the blood rushing again.
“Fuck,” Eddie muttered, stepping closer, “The moment I touched it earlier I wanted to see it. You feel so big I couldn’t stop wondering how it would be to have it inside me. Filling me up until I couldn’t think about anything else but you. Fuck, I want it in my mouth so bad, Rich.”
Eddie gave a long and firm stroke over Richie’s cock. Richie inhaled sharply and pressed his hips forward to chase the touch. He knew what Eddie meant— the need to see. Richie pulled down his sweatpants, letting them pool around his ankles before he kicked them off. Richie could’ve sworn he heard a sharp inhale from Eddie now that he could see him all.
“I want that too, Ed’s, fuck I want—“ Richie was cut off by Eddie swooping up to kiss him.
Richie caught his hips and moaned as Eddie worked his hand over his length. He dragged his hand up and over the head, swiping enough dampness to push his bad back down the length. Richie gasped into his mouth.
“Sit,” Eddie spoke. Richie backed towards the toilet until Eddie grabbed him. “Ew, no,” Instead he steered Richie back towards the edge of the bathtub. He sat on the cold edge, the porcelain unforgiving to his bare ass. Richie’s discomfort was quickly forgotten when Eddie dropped to his knees between his legs.
“I don’t like it when people stand. It’s awkward for my neck,” Eddie admitted.
“Is that something you do often?” Richie blurted out, “Suck dick?”
Eddie shrugged, “Couple of times. Nothing eventful. If it makes you feel any better you’re definitely the biggest I’ve tried.”
It did make Richie feel a little better.
“Is that all you did?” Richie asked. Eddie sat back on his heels.
“Do you want a spreadsheet of my sexual history?” He snapped not unkindly.
“Do you not?” Richie rebutted, “I thought you would have been all over comparing our sexual partners and history and risks before…”
Eddie took a second to think before nodding in understanding.
“Yeah, you’re right, I would usually be. I guess I just expected you to tell me if there was something? But I see that’s kinda irresponsible of me. I got tested last before leaving for break. Haven’t been with anyone since, obviously,” Eddie squeezed Richie’s thighs. Richie nodded in acceptance.
“I got tested last about…” Richie paused to think, “August which is— about 5 months ago?” Richie could see the gears turning in Eddie’s head and he was quick to add, “I haven’t slept with anyone since then.”
“So it’s been a while for you huh?”
Richie laughed again, “Five months is a while to you? Jeez, are you out finding a new partner every night or what?”
Richie didn’t mean for the bite in his voice, but he saw the way Eddie flinched slightly.
“No, it’s not that. I’m just surprised, you’re hot. Thought everyone would be lining up,” Eddie explained. Richie felt like shit.
“Fuck dude, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to like, call you a whore or anything I just…” Richie lifted a hand to wipe his face.
“Jealous?” Eddie smirked.
Richie sighed.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” He answered honestly. Eddie blinked at him.
“Huh.”
“Listen I know it’s gross and old of me and I don’t want to seem like some controlling asshole because you’re allowed to do what you want so could we just ignor— fuck!”
Eddie had lifted the head of Richie’s cock into his mouth, sucking on it lightly before dipping his head. Richie instinctually fisted a hand in Eddie’s hair and the other on the back of the shower wall. Eddie pulled off with a wet sound and replaced his mouth with his hand.
“Earlier, when I thought you were going to finger me back there, if you had touched me there again I would have pinned you down and fucked you on the floor,” Eddie casually spoke, his dark eyes unmoving from Richie’s face. He twisted his fist as he dragged up and Richie let out a broken moan.
“Fuck,” Richie gasped, “I would’ve— I would’ve let you.”
Eddie licked a long stripe up Richie’s cock. He turned his head and mouthed along the side as he continued to jerk him.
“I’ve changed my mind now. Like I said, I want you inside of me.”
“I-is that something you like?” Richie loosened the hold he had on Eddie's hair. He pushed Eddie’s hair back from his face and Eddie hummed in response.
“I’ve never tried it with anyone,” Eddie replied. Richie hissed low in his throat when Eddie punctuated the sentence with a careful brush of his teeth, “I think I would like it, though.”
“What, you telling me you’re an ass virgin?” Richie forced out. Eddie smirked.
“Are you telling me you’re not?”
Not giving Richie the chance to reply, Eddie took him back into his mouth. Eddie could only reach roughly over half way, but he subsidized the rest of the distance with his fist.
Richie once again tightened his hold on Eddie’s hair.
Eddie’s free hand came up to hold Richie’s hip down. He was barely applying enough pressure to actually stop Richie from moving, and it all felt very performative, Richie thought. Deciding to take a chance, he bucked his hips up.
Immediately, the hand on his hip slackened and Eddie moaned around him, saliva dripping from the seal of his lips. The vibration through his cock had Richie’s mouth falling open, and he thrust up again. The hand on his dick slipped and Eddie gagged and pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Shit, sorry.”
Eddie shook his head, “‘s alright.”
Fuck, his voice was starting to fry. Richie wanted to make it worse. He let go of Eddie’s hair but Eddie grabbed his wrist and returned it.
“I always topped. I didn’t have anyone I trusted enough,” Eddie provided. Richie could hear what was unsaid, though. Eddie never trusted anyone like he did Richie. Richie licked his lips at the admission. “Wasn’t bad, I like topping. Just wouldn’t mind something new.”
Richie gave his hair an experimental tug. Eddie made a noise and closed his eyes, following the pull.
“I’ve never topped with a man,” Richie confessed. Eddie shot him an unbelieving look. “No, really. It’s… easier to let someone else take control.”
Eddie’s eyes took on a glint reserved for moments before he does something unhinged. He removed his hand entirely from Richie’s cock. Determination won out of the expressions on Eddie’s face and all confusion flew out of Richie’s head as Eddie suddenly ducked his head down and took his entire cock down his throat. Right down to the base.
Richie swore and reflexively yanked on Eddie’s hair. Eddie went with it. Richie paused and watched the fresh tear tracks on Eddie’s face. Eddie didn’t pull back. Richie licked his lips and shifted his weight to add both hands to Eddie’s hair. He pushed his head down and Eddie went, letting Richie’s cock force his throat open.
Richie was going fucking feral internally. He tried to be as gentle as he could handle it, using Eddie’s face and fucking him down on his cock, but he was losing it.
Eddie’s whimpers trailed off into moans, and he attempted to suck on each upstroke. It was messy, and the sounds echoed throughout the bare bathroom. Some insane part of Richie’s brain wished that the others could hear him, could hear Eddie’s sounds and the delightfully wet noises his mouth made around his cock.
Eddie’s hands were both gripped onto Richie’s hips strong enough to bruise. He was forcing himself to stay pliant and just take what Richie gave him.
Eddie flickered his eyes and looked up at Richie through the tears and Richie was gone. He forced Eddie’s head down as his orgasm hit him, coming down Eddie’s throat. Eddie’s hands dug into Richie’s hips and Richie pulled him off his cock. Gasping for air and briefly coughing, Eddie smiled shakily and full of satisfaction at Richie. His hair was sticking to the sides, and his face was bright red and wet and his lips bruised. Spit dripped down his chin and Richie could see traces of his own cum mixed in it.
“Fuck, Eddie—“ Richie’s heart was racing and he watched Eddie try to catch his breath. The wild smile had yet to leave him.
“How was that for control?” Eddie asked proudly. Richie startled in realization.
Eddie had willingly given him control to prove a point. Eddie who never gave anyone else control over himself without a fight, never let anyone fuck him, just gave Richie control. All because Richie had never had it. Eddie let Richie fuck his face because he trusted him. He loved him.
Richie yanked Eddie in by his hair and slammed his lips to his. The kiss was nasty immediately. Open mouth and Eddie’s spit smearing everywhere. Eddie met him back in ferocity, and Richie chased the taste of himself on his tongue.
“Marry me, holy shit dude,” Richie breathed between kisses.
“Don’t call me dude after I sucked your dick, dude,” Eddie laughed. He didn’t scold Richie for the joke, which was good because Richie didn’t mean it as a joke.
Richie slid on the floor and lifted Eddie onto his lap. Eddie went pliantly and licked into Richie’s mouth. Richie was gonna fucking transform, he was losing his mind.
“I love you.”
Eddie slowed his assault on Richie and smiled against his lips. He gave him a fairly chaste peck, considering everything.
“I love you too.”
“Does this mean you’re my boyfriend now? Because I can’t go back to—“ Richie was cut off with a bruisingly deep kiss from Eddie.
This one was different from everything else, and was most similar to their first. Richie let Eddie press into every corner of his mind and soul. Eddie pulled back, his hand framing Richie’s jaw. He nodded. Richie smiled wildly and kissed him again. Eddie laughed into his mouth.
“I’ll do anything you want, Eds. Fuck— I’ll still fuck you into Bill’s mattress if you really want. Make you cry until all our friends know you’re mine, let them know I’m the only person who you’ll let fuck you,” Richie rambled, kissing Eddie between words, “I’d fuck you on this floor right now if you asked, shit— I’d let you fuck me on this floor.”
Eddie held Richie’s face and accepted his onslaught of kisses. He was smiling uncontrollably.
“That’s a little possessive sounding.”
Richie pulled back and fixed Eddie with a look.
“Did you forget what you did to me out there? You wanna talk possessive?”
Eddie’s eyes trailed down to the harsh bruises littering Richie’s throat. He bit his lip and gave a cocky smile.
“Exactly, that’s what I thought,” Richie stated. Eddie ran his hand up into Richie’s hair and brushed the curls to the side.
“Fuck, why couldn’t this happen on any night other than movie night,” Eddie whined. Richie laughed. “I just wanna fuck until I can’t see anymore but I feel bad ghosting our friends. But shit, Richie, I want you so bad.”
Richie pulled him against his chest and Eddie went willingly. Richie buried his face into Eddie’s throat and inhaled. He ran his hands down his back.
“Me too, Ed’s. Also—“ Richie started, “Didn’t you come in your pants earlier? How are you not bitching up a storm?”
Eddie didn’t respond and instead shifted in his lap.
Richie furrowed his brows and shoved a hand down the back of Eddie’s shorts. Eddie squawked and sat up, face red and hissing remark forming.
“Dude. Where’s your underwear?” Richie blinked up at him. Eddie’s face darkened.
“Took them off.”
“Where are they? You didn’t bring a bag.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Ed’s.”
Richie was stunned.
“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie leaned into the hug again, sealing the space between them. Richie decided to store that for later and drop the topic.
“You know, you’ve been acting particularly feral tonight. Did winning that argument give you the zoomies or something?” Richie wrapped his arms loosely around Eddie and hooked his chin over his shoulder.
“I guess, yeah,” Eddie huffed. “Actually, we fought about you.”
Richie rubbed his back, surprised.
“She was doing her usual shit. Tozier boy this, Tozier boy that,” Richie chuckled at the nasally voice Eddie used to mock her, “And instead of ignoring her and making it through it I… was tired,” Eddie punctuated with a squeeze.
“So you called her a bitch?”
“So I called her a bitch,” Eddie repeated. “And I didn’t back down when she turned on me for it. I’m sick of her attitude. I hate coming back to Derry. She let me go after that. I think she understood, you know? That it’s ruined.”
That being the delicate relationship Sonia had attempted to orchestrate around Eddie. His medication, his attention, his friends, his hobbies, his beliefs.
“And after I left the house… I don’t know. It just felt like I could do anything now. Nothing was stopping me from what I wanted anymore— except me,” Eddie admitted. Richie pressed his proud smile into his throat.
“And this translated into soft core jumping me in a room full of our best friends?”
Eddie rolled his eyes.
“I guess in some fucking insane way I thought I deserved a reward. I fought my mother for you. I was gonna have you. My own fears be damned,” Eddie pulled back to look into Richie’s eyes, “I was done being scared. I wanted you to be too.”
Richie searched his eyes, not trying to stop the lazy smile stretching across his face.
“I can’t believe you fighting your psychotic mother for my honor led to the end of over a decade's worth of emotional constipation.”
Eddie cocked his head, “Over a decade?”
“Yeah. Think since I can really remember,” Richie confessed easily. Never once in his life did he think he would be telling Eddie this, and without a fight.
Eddie smiled and kissed him once.
“I think me too, although it took me a lot longer to actually figure out that’s what it was.”
“I love you, have I said that yet?” Richie hummed.
“I believe you may have, but I won’t complain,” Eddie kissed his cheek.
“Ok, well I love you. I love your hair and your eyes and your freckles— even the ones that only show up on your shoulders in the summer. I love the way you so carefully comb your hair in the mornings only for it to end up as a clusterfuck by the end of the day. I love that you’re kind and love our friends with your entire being. I love that you pretend to hate the music that I play but it’s the same shit you listen to. I love that you’re my best friend. I love that you’re Eddie.”
Eddie was bright red. He had been growing red steadily through Richie’s declaration and had now reached peak redness.
“Fuck you,” Eddie forced out. Richie couldn’t stop smiling. “How am I supposed to top that, what the fuck?”
“You can top me any day, baby,” Richie winked. Eddie scoffed and shoved him back.
“Anyway, I love you too. I think you’ve destroyed my brain for the night so that’s all you’re going to get asshole,” Eddie averted his eyes, the fierce red still covering his face. Richie hummed and kissed his cheek.
“Cute.”
“Oh fuck! The others— shit we’ve been in here for like 30 minutes,” Eddie jumped off his lap and Richie quickly remembered how very naked he was below the waist. He quickly grabbed sweatpants and yanked them on, stumbling to his feet.
“What did you even tell them in the first place when you left?” Richie asked.
“Nothing!”
“You just left?”
“I panicked! You seemed really out of it and I was worried- oh my god do you think they know?” Eddie’s voice lowered to whisper shouting. Richie honestly felt bad at how entertained he was.
“They’ll probably get an idea when they see my neck anyway, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” Richie raised an eyebrow. Eddie frantically glanced around the bathroom. “There isn’t any makeup, I looked.”
Eddie covered his face.
“Oh my god.”
“We can sneak out the window and go fuck in my car,” Richie shrugged.
Eddie pointed a finger at him.
“Don’t tempt me! I already said I felt guilty about ghosting our friends this much!”
“What? So we go back out there for you to hump my leg like a dog?” Before Eddie could protest, Richie added, “Am I wrong?” and Eddie closed his mouth. Richie gave him a triumphant look.
“I still feel bad. It’s spring break and we all rarely get together this much anymore because of school. It feels selfish to…” Eddie trailed off.
“Who are you! 30 minutes ago you came barreling in here demanding I fuck you on Bill’s bed, now you feel guilty about politely leaving to fuck in our own space?”
Eddie covered his face again.
“You can’t hold Horny Eddie’s actions against me. That creature isn’t who I am.”
“That creature is standing in front of me trying to gaslight himself.”
Eddie groaned, face still red. Richie was horribly entertained by the whole show. He knew he would give in to Eddie and will probably be seated in front of that movie in the next 5 minutes, but it was still fun to give Eddie shit. Riling Eddie up and calling him out on his true nature was Richie’s forte.
“Ok we’ll stay, I kinda feel bad too,” Richie admitted and Eddie smiled. He walked over and gave Richie’s shoulder a light shove before kissing his cheek.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Eddie unlocked the door behind them.
“I just came baby, it’s not my battle to fight.”
Eddie swung the door open and there standing in all his glory of the yellow bathroom light was Stanley Uris.
All three of them were silent. Stan’s eyes snapped to Richie’s neck. Richie slapped a hand over the marks. Stan looked at Eddie and squinted his eyes. Eddie looked down. Richie was briefly reminded of every gun duel scene in old western movies he used to watch with his dad.
“I have had to relieve myself for 10 minutes.”
“How,” Richie cleared his throat, “So how long have you… uh, been standing there?”
Stan didn’t answer him and instead pushed between them to lock himself in the bathroom. Richie and Eddie shared a look. All the red on Eddie’s face had gone and even in the dim lighting Richie could tell he was paling. Richie was torn between laughing hysterically or peeing on the floor.
“Ok. Well. Should we game plan this or ignore it?” Richie asked.
Eddie didn’t answer and instead started down the hall and stairs to the living room where everyone was situated. Richie snatched a hoodie hanging on Bill’s door frame and followed after him.
The movie was paused and all the lights were on. Richie felt alarms and sirens and the entire fucking national guard and weather service blaring in his head.
Bill and Ben were in the kitchen making popcorn, Mike sitting at the breakfast bar listening to their conversation. Bev was laying on the couch still comfortably nestled in her blankets with her phone in her hand. At their arrival her eyes shot up to them.
“Hey Richie? How’s your ass feeling?”
The entire goddamn nuclear warning system was exploding in his head. What the fuck was happening. Richie couldn’t even prepare a response to that. How does he respond to that? Were they really that fucking obvious?
“I gave him some Pepto I brought, I think he’s feeling better now,” Eddie answered calmly. Richie praised Eddie’s learnt ability to aggressively lie his way through confrontation.
“Oh, yeah. Thanks Eds, by the way,” Richie smiled. He’d forgotten about his excuse to leave the room.
“Stan had to piss after you left so we paused the movie. Bill decided it was a good intermission time to get snacks since we forgot before starting it,” Bev was eyeing him weird. Maybe Richie was just paranoid. He was still standing in the dark of the stairway, there was no way she could see his neck from the distance. Maybe she was staring because he was standing in the shadows like a cracked out batman.
“Yeah, we talked with him,” With that, Eddie shot off into the kitchen. Bev watched him and looked back at Richie.
“Did Stan say something to him? He’s acting squirrelly,” She set her phone down. Richie shrugged.
“Hasn’t he been acting kinda weird all night though? Since that fight with his mom and shit.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Come here and rub my feet,” Bev wigged her toes out the end of her blanket.
“What the hell! Ask your man slave to do it, I ain’t touching those things,” Richie snapped out of his stupor and shrugged on the hoodie he stole from Bill. He threw up the hood. Despite his complaints, he sat beside the couch and let Bev throw her feet in his lap. He grabbed the hoodie in a desperate hope that the large hood would help hide Eddie’s evidence.
Bev wigged her toes and hummed when Richie, gums exposed in disgust, begrudgingly began kneading her feet.
“This is horrible. I hope you know this,” He groaned. Bev only smiled.
The other losers filtered back into the room slowly. Ben was carrying a bowl of popcorn for him and Bev to share, and Bill and Eddie carried the others. Mike snagged another fun sized candy bag from Bill’s pantry and had it seated on his lap by the time Stan retuned down the stairs.
Richie watched him silently return to his seat out of his peripheral. Stan settled in and showed no outward acknowledgment of the situation he had possible witnessed, but Richie knew that could not be trusted. Stan would most likely corner him before the night was out for elaboration.
“Alright, man slave, off with you for I am done with you,” Bev wiggled her to toes out of Richie’s grasp. He feigned a gasp.
“Is that all I am to you?”
“Yes. Now be gone, thot,” She giggled into her blanket as she settled in.
Richie stiffly returned to his original location in the best of blankets surrounding an equally stiff Eddie. He kept his hood up.
“Yo,” Richie whispered awkwardly as he settled down. Eddie avoided looking in his direction.
“Yo,” Eddie replied, dragging it out.
Richie wasn’t sure what he was allowed to do. He laid down carefully and resumed his earlier position, tentatively brushing his hand on Eddie’s side under the blanket. Eddie responded and shifted closer to him.
“You okay?” Eddie whispered, the movie starting up. He was looking at Richie with a shy smile, eyes tracking his face. Richie smiled back, the tension ebbing out out of him.
“Yeah,” He responded, “Yeah, I’m good.”