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

fifteen - catholic school

Warning: mentions of rough oral sex??
Song: Let's go to bed - The Cure
Word Count: 2,757

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Starting senior year at a Catholic Boarding School really wasn't what Eddie had on his agenda, but he'd take being stuck in Catholic school than being stuck as Richie Tozier's roommate any day.

There wasn't really much he could do about either, except just deal with it, but he could sulk.

Richie was loud and abrasive and dirty. His dedication to leaving his laundry around the dorm and his trash out was truly amazing to Eddie. No matter how much he nagged and complained, Richie never got the memo.

Maybe he was doing it to just annoy Eddie.

"God, Richie. Do you have to sling your boxers onto my shit?" Eddie complained, carefully knocking Richie's dirty boxers off his desk.

Richie sat on his bed, on his side of the room with his legs spread wide. Eddie could always see the imprint of his dick through his sweatpants whenever he sat, and it was so frustrating.

"You're not supposed to use the Lord's name in vain, you know," Richie looked up from his homework to raise his eyebrows at Eddie, those big, stupid blue eyes gazing at him.

"Don't pretend you give a shit," Eddie countered, falling into his desk chair.

"Want me to do your homework for you?" Richie asked, pursing his lips at Eddie.

"What's in it for you?"

"Some... sexual favors," Richie smirked and Eddie rolled his eyes. Richie always told the same jokes.

"I'll do my own fucking homework. How about you clean your shit up?"

Maybe God put him here at this Catholic school, in this dorm building, with Richie as his roommate to test him. Richie was some type of beautiful; tall and thin, with the iciest blue eyes Eddie had ever seen. His hair was long and curly and he looked like a boy Eddie probably would've had a very confusing crush on as a child. Eddie knew Richie was gay, had been a victim of walking in on Richie and a few boys while coming back from class.

Richie had had a boyfriend a while ago, and Eddie was around for the aftermath of their breakup. He sat across the room and listened as Richie cried while he laid in bed, not knowing what to do. Richie was depressed for at least a month after, and his grades fell.

At least Eddie knew that if he ever had a chance, a boyfriend wouldn't get in the way.

Richie made sex jokes all the time, and they just gained traction whenever Richie became single. He terrorized Eddie every day, whether he was cracking jokes, or biting his lip and spreading his legs, or grabbing his junk through his sweats. Sometimes he kissed Eddie on the cheek, or squeezed his knee, or ran his fingers through his hair as he walked by. But it never meant anything. Richie would never want to be with him in any way.

Maybe he should take Richie up on the homework offer, because pre-calc was actually killing his gpa, and Richie was really good at math.

"Can you do my pre-calc homework?" He asked, and Richie smiled at him from across the room.

"I knew you couldn't resist. Poor baby has such a hard time with his pre-calc work," Richie cooed, getting up to stand beside Eddie at his desk. "Of course I'll do it for you."

"Thanks," Eddie smiled, and Richie shrugged. "Were you serious about the sexual favors?"

"Not unless you want me to be," Richie took a look at Eddie's homework, "Oh, man. This stuff is so easy."