Richie was your stereotypical badass. He wore black jeans and black leather, he was always smoking, and he kicked anyone's ass who dares to cross him. He was not to he messed with, and everyone knew that. The only person that could tell him he was wrong was his best friend, Eddie Kaspbrak. Eddie wasn't popular or cool like Richie, and he never got in trouble, but somehow they stuck together like glue, it'd been that way since they met in the fourth grade, when Eddie had moved to Derry. Eddie was considered kind of a loser, but people never touched him because if you hurt Eddie, Richie hurts you. It was a well known fact.
One time, in seventh grade, an eighth grader named Henry Bowers shoved Eddie and called him a worthless crybaby girly boy, and Richie broke his nose AND his arm. No one has ever touched the small boy since.
Currently, Richie was sitting in his living room smoking a cigarette, waiting for Eddie to come over and hang out. They were going to watch one horror movie for Richie, and one Disney Princess movie for Eds. Richie heard a knock on the door, and he shot up, throwing his cigarette down and stomping on it. The smoke caused Eddie's asthma to act up, and Richie would never so anything to hurt the small boy.
He opened the door to reveal Eddie, dressed in a cute skater skirt with a Beauty and the Beast top, completed with a flower crown and pink high top converse. The small boy smiled and jumped into Richie's arms, wrapping his legs around the taller boy's waist. He snuggled his head into Richie's chest, taking in the smell of his cheap cologne and cigarette smoke.
"Hi Chee!" The boy said brightly, not moving from his position.
"Hey, beautiful. Reddie to watch some movies, babe?"
Eddie blushed at the nicknames like always, but nodded.
"Horror or Disney first, angel?"
"Disney, please."
"Okay," Richie said, sitting on the couch, still holding Eddie in his arms, "I'm guessing Beauty and the Beast?"
Eddie nodded.
"Alright. Coming right up."
Richie pressed play on the remote before kissing Eddie's head, gently rocking him. Eddie always found extreme comfort in cuddles and in being rocked, it made him feel safe, which he rarely felt at home. Richie always provided for him, though. Every time Eddie acted clingy or extra cuddly, Richie would rock him like a baby to keep him feeling loved and secure.
About twenty minutes into the movie, Richie began to grow bored. He had an idea on how to relieve his boredom, but he didn't know how to ask Eddie about it. You see, Richie had been wanting to try age play with his best friend for some time now, he had even bought the things to do it, but he didn't know how to ask. He knew that he'd be the dominant out of the two, as he was the badass, obviously, but he just didn't know how to convince Eddie to try. Then he came up with a plan.
"Hey, little one. Can we try a game, precious?"
"Sure, Chee. What game?"
"How about we play rock paper scissors? Whoever loses gets to diaper the other one."
Eddie mad a weird face at first, but then nodded, knowing it was a fair 50/50 chance.
Richie knew otherwise, though. Eddie always picked scissors first out of habit, and Richie was prepared to pull rock.
"Okay, reddie, angel?"
"Yup!" Eddie said cheerfully, as always.
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"
