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Thursday October 1st, 2018 - 8:09 P.M - Building AD, Parking Lot 3C

"Yeah?" Richie smiled again. "Maybe I wanna hang out again too."

Eddie turned around. "I told you, it's not even 'hanging out'." He began walking again. The two were now just walking in a circle in the vast parking lot.

Richie smirked. "You're right. We could do other things besides 'hanging out'." His suggestive tone made Eddie bite his lip. He could feel Richie's stare on him. Eddie mustered up the courage to look at him.

"How did you know I was gay?" The words are tumbling out of his mouth before he can stop it, remembering Richie's earlier comment about him 'taking the D.'

Richie snorts. "Oh baby, you make Chris Colfer look straight."

Eddie smacks him on the shoulder, hard. Richie stumbles over his legs, laughing obnoxiously. Richie's laughter catches in his throat, and then he's quiet. Before Eddie can look over, Richie's hand reaches out and just grabs his chin, making him look up at Richie. Eddie blinks, fluttering his eyelashes at the sudden contact, looking up.

And maybe it's the lamp post light that shines down on them, or the fact that Eddie is finally really face to face with Richie, but Eddie sees how gorgeous Richie is. Richie's eyes are the darkest and the most soulful thing he's ever seen, his lips chapped and full, mesmerizing. There's a stubble on his chin and above his upper lip-subtle, but there. Eddie peeks up at Richie through his eyelashes, kind of shyer now that he knows Richie is hot as fuck.

"That. Right there." Richie says quietly. Eddie blinks, eyelashes fluttering. Richie breathes steadily through his nose, and they're so close that Eddie can feel the air hit his face.

"That fucking-- Bambi doe-eyed look. It makes you look so...submissive. Too submissive to be straight." Richie leans his head back, watching Eddie react to his words through half-lidded eyes.

Eddie feels kind of offended. Or so he tells himself.

"I-I'm not submissive!" he stutters out. He meant to say it in a 'Fuck you who're you calling submissive!', but it came out in a more 'Um, am I submissive?' way.

Richie chuckles at him, moving the hand from his chin to the side of Eddie's neck, holding him there.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, Eds. You're like a feisty ball of fire filled with rage and spunk-but that's in public, you know?" He places his other had on the other side of Eddie's neck. "Things change in the bedroom," Richie says. "Something about that intimate darkness and the feeling of exposed skin."

Eddie's breath hitches. He's looking up at Richie like a curious child, completely captivated in Richie's words. Richie smirks. He brings a hand up to Eddie's hair, fixing some of the curls that drooped down.

"I think you'd change, Eds. You'd definitely be more submissive," He brings a hand to Eddie's cheek, rough fingers rubbing the soft skin.

"Yeah. I think you'd let someone do whatever they wanted to you," he says lowly. "You'd probably beg for it, too. I can just see it, baby. Your innocent fucking eyes, those red lips shiny with spit, and those thighs-oh shit, those fucking thighs, Eds." Richie's hands twitch, like he's trying not to reach down at Eddie's ass. He settles for grabbing Eddie's chin again, kind of harsher this time.

"You'd be a lot less ballsy," Richie raises his eyebrow. "You'd know your place. And you know where that is?" Richie smirks, not waiting for an answer. "On your hands and knees, face down and ass up, waiting to get fucked like the good little bitch you are."

Eddie can't help it-he moans. His eyes flutter shut, and his mouth opens, letting out a soft and high-pitched moan. He bites his lower lip, feeling the blood rush up to the skin where his teeth are pinching. He's breathing a little heavier, almost panting.