libido ☂︎ losers club smut

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richie/eddie
fvbrays (ao3)

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It had been a particularly great day. Instead of honoring his formed day-off tradition of laying in bed scrolling through dating sites and pretending to be interested in what he saw, Eddie had gotten up early to cross items off his to-do list.

After doing the laundry, grocery shopping and picking up a gift for Mike Hanlon's birthday party next Friday, he went for a run. It wasn't something he did very often or even regularly - he only ever ran to get his mind off the unwanted thoughts that were swirling all around his head, making it impossible to fully concentrate on anything.

This time the thoughts had arisen from his dream. A shameful, embarrassing, dirty dream starring no other than his best friend and secret crush since fifth grade, Richie Tozier.

It hadn't exactly come as a surprise; whenever the Losers were planning on meeting, his mind kept going back to their teenage years, back to Richie. The teasing, the flirting, the way he'd made him feel.

Nothing had ever really happened between them. After all, it was the '80s. And it was Derry. There was no room for being different there. Being gay or, god forbid, acting on it, would've been the same as making a death wish. It was best to just try and act "normal". Whatever that was.

There had been a couple of incidents, though, that had left a rather vivid memory. The first had been at their friend Bill's house during one of their weekly sleepovers. Eddie had walked in on Richie masturbating in the guest bathroom when everyone else had been long asleep. They had stared at each other for a good while, both too stunned to utter a word, before Richie had just casually continued stroking his dick.

The other had happened a few years later when they were in high school. They'd gone to a Halloween party at one of their classmate's house, and they'd both been drinking. Eddie had sneaked into an empty bedroom to be alone after the crowd had started to feel a bit too overwhelming. He had laid down on the bed and eyed the posters on the walls. Backstreet Boys, Wham!, New Kids on the Block...

He had felt his cock twitch.

Staring deep into Kevin Richardson's eyes, he'd pulled out his half-hard penis and teased the tip with his fingers. Just then, like clockwork, the bedroom door had flown open and Richie had walked inside. But instead of dread or revulsion, there had been something completely different in his eyes. Lust .

Fifteen minutes later, Eddie had not only received his first blowjob, but also come to realize that "normal" could just be the one thing he was never going to be.

Neither of them had ever brought these incidents up again - it was as though they'd made a silent agreement to take them to their graves. But still - a secret or not - the memory surfaced every once in a while, clear as day, and reminded him of how he'd felt that day; about himself, about sex, about him .

After running for an hour, Eddie gave up. The restlessness was eating him alive; muddling his thoughts, turning him into a ticking time bomb. He knew he couldn't take it much longer, no matter how badly he wanted to resist it. There was only one type of exercise to get rid of this extra weight.

He hopped in the shower for a quick wash and then skittered to the bedroom. His cock was hard by the time he sat down on the edge of his queen-sized bed, and it felt ridiculous not clutching it on the spot.

He hesitated for a mere second before opening his nightstand drawer and pulling out a purple plastic dildo. He hadn't used it for a while - masturbation had recently been just his last way to wind down, and he seldom had the time to make a whole spectacle out of it. But now he felt that if he was serious about jerking off to a memory-based dream of Richie, he might as well do it thoroughly.