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Saturday October 10th, 2018 - 12: 43 A.M -- Dorm Building 2F, Second Floor, Room 934

Mike closed his drawer, stuffing his clothes in a bag. He looked around his dorm room once, scanning everything.

"I feel like I'm forgetting-" he began to say, but Richie cut him off, sounding impatient.

"You didn't-trust me. Just go, Hanna's waiting anyway," Richie said quickly, opening the door for him. Eddie was sat on Richie's bed, smirking at his boyfriend's impatience.

Mike looked at Richie a little weird. "Why do I feel like you're kicking me out?"

"I'm not. Hanna wants you to sleep over, right? I just don't want her to get mad if you're late or something. Now get out of here, homeschool."

Mike hummed, sighing and walking to the opened door. He waved at Eddie before he did.

"It was nice seeing you again, Eddie!"

Eddie smiled, nodding. He opened his mouth to respond, but Richie quickly closed the door behind him, turning around to face Eddie.

Eddie smirked. "Impatient much?"

"Tease much?" Richie bit back, walking over to him. Eddie crawled back a little so he was laying down, and Richie crawled right on top of him, putting his hands on either side of Eddie's face. Eddie leaned up, kissing him as he wrapped his arms around Richie's neck, pulling him closer. But Richie took his hands and pinned them on the bed by his head, putting down more of his weight and trapping him right there under him.

Richie broke the kiss to continue down Eddie's neck, hearing Eddie moan and pant breathlessly, writhing the most he could under Richie's weight. Richie bit into his neck, sucking immediately until there was a bright red mark. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his cock start to harden from the feeling of not being able to move, and feeling the sting on his neck.

Richie pulled away, panting a little as he stared down at the boy beneath him, a hungry look in his eyes. He got off after a minute, hearing Eddie make a noise of protest.

"What-" Eddie started, but Richie cut him off.

"Take everything off," He said, pulling off his own shirt quickly, and Eddie's eyes widened in excitement, fumbling over himself as he took off all his clothes, much quicker this time than the last out of increased confidence and pure arousal in seeing Richie do the same. Richie stripped down to his boxers, but didn't remove them just yet.

When Eddie was fully naked, he put his clothes in a neat pile on the floor by the bed, crawling back anxiously as he bit his lip, running his eyes down Richie's toned body. Richie was standing in front of him, palming at his half-hard cock through his boxers as he raked his eyes up and down Eddie's small body, a predatory look in his eyes.

Eddie didn't really know what to do-should he keep sitting on the bed? Or was Richie waiting for him to go up to him? He decided it was the latter, and began to get off the bed, feet touching the floor and ready to stand. But suddenly, Richie had taken a step and was now in front of him. Eddie felt a hand enclose around his throat, that hand pushing him back until he fell back onto the bed, almost awkwardly. He whimpered, shutting his eyes for moment when he couldn't breathe for a split second. He gulped, a little bit difficult to do with Richie's strong grip around his neck, and looked up at him, his eyes watering a little, wide and blinking.

Then, he saw something in Richie's face soften, his eyes a bit less hard and dark. The hand around his throat loosened completely, going soft and reaching up to Eddie's cheek, cradling it gently. Eddie let out a breath now that he wasn't constricted, feeling Richie's rough fingers rub his cheek in a comforting manner.