Reddie Smut | I'll Be Loving You (Forever)

thirteen - sun bathing

Warning: semi-public sex, dom/sub undertones, subspace, finger sucking, spit as lube
Song: Maneater - Nelly Furtado
Word Count: 4,495
A/N: writing high school aged reddie is just so easy and comes so naturally to me

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There he lay, on his stomach under the sun, sunglasses tossed to the side once he turned over and laid his head down on his arms. Richie thought maybe he was doing it on purpose, to get him worked up in this summer heat. He'd always been prone to teasing, loved to hear Richie beg him, beg him to let him touch him, taste him, fuck him.

He'd kept himself tucked away the past week, pulling away when Richie touched him and curling in on himself. 'I'm not in the mood, Richie.' He'd say, and slide out of Richie arms.

Richie wasn't used to it, not being able to touch his baby. He'd been doing it every week for the past three years of his life, of course he wouldn't be used to it. He found himself becoming angrier the longer Eddie brushed him off with a little tilt up of his nose, like he was too good for Richie, like he hadn't been letting Richie slide into his tight little body for the past two years and fuck into him so hard and deep his eyes rolled back.

He knew it was all just a silly little game to Eddie, that Eddie liked to make him mad, liked to be bratty and get Richie all riled up and then pull away and leave him there. He knew Eddie all too well.

And in the lounge chair just by Richie's underground swimming pool, he squirmed and repositioned himself so he would be more comfortable, his peachy ass bouncing with him. Richie felt himself grow feral, the heat outside just too much to handle mixed with the deep pent up emotions he felt.

Eddie was so beautiful, so sexy. It was like he was carefully handcrafted by the goddess, Athena, herself. Shirtless and gracefully toned, skin tanned and his ass peachy in those little shorts. Oh, how Richie hated those fucking shorts. They showed off his butt in the most sinful way, accentuating the hips Richie's held tight and bruised so many times. He was never afraid to show off his legs, long and toned from running track, layered with sunscreen because Eddie would rather die than get sunburned.

Sometimes, when Richie's parents weren't home, Eddie would walk around shirtless, in knee socks and his little shorts, teasing Richie as he fluttered around with a smile on his face like a little nymph. Maybe he would let Richie bend him over on the couch and fuck him hard, shorts pulled down just under the swell of his ass. Or maybe he would get between Richie's legs and blow him, kissing the tip of his big dick and then sinking all the way down to the hilt, staring up at him with those big doe eyes, swallowing all his come like a good boy.

Richie couldn't take it any longer, he had to have Eddie. He needed him.

He slid the patio door open and sauntered over to Eddie's napping form, sitting down at the end of the lounge chair and sliding his fingers up his long legs, making circles on his thighs. He made sure not to go any higher, just in case he was wrong and it really was just Eddie not being in the mood.

"Go away," Eddie groaned, always cranky when someone woke him up from his little cat naps. He always told Richie that he needed his beauty rest, but Richie thought he looked beautiful regardless of what he did.

"Hi, baby," Richie purred, and Eddie turned his face the other way, away from Richie.

"You, especially," He grumbled, and Richie laughed softly. Eddie was always so cruel.

"But I miss you, honey," Richie pushed on, and Eddie began to squirm beneath his touch. He had to be getting restless, too. Richie sure was. It had been a week of nothing but jerking off at just the simple thought of Eddie's pretty eyes looking up at him, the desire to tug the bleached blonde curls of his hair and force his head back, to tell him to open his mouth and make him swallow his spit.