𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐊𝐄

7

"Okay," Richie replied softly, and Eddie could've sworn he heard some sort of nervousness linger in his tone as he played with the soft yellow sweater.

Richie lifted his head to look into Eddie's eyes, and Eddie never felt as vulnerable as he did under Richie's lazy gaze.

"Whenever you want to stop, tell me," Richie reassured, and even though the furthest Eddie had ever gotten sexually was making out, he felt impatient.

"Okay," Eddie said like he was under a spell.
"Okay," Richie shifted in uncertainty, biting his lip in thought as he helplessly looked into Eddie's eyes.

Eddie began to wonder where the Richie from High School was, the rumored Richie;

The Richie that fucked people so hard that all they could do was suck hickies onto his neck, praying for a distraction while Richie thrusted them to the stars.

Eddie had heard so many rumors about how great Richie was in bed.

Of course, the rumors were never talked about within the Losers, they respected Richie's personal space enough not to ask if it were true or not.

But Eddie noticed that whenever Richie's porcelain neck was covered in hickies, another rumor about Richie's sex life was spread around. Where was that rough and rowdy Richie that he's heard of all throughout his High School years? Did he even exist or was he just a rumor?

"I'm going to tell Stan to sleep in yours and Bill's room tonight. Tell Bill you promised to help me study all night for an English test tomorrow," Richie's plan was impeccable, Eddie wasn't too keen about lying to Bill since he sucked at it. But Bill thought the best of people, in an almost naive way. Surely he was the easiest to lie to.

But the whole night? Eddie wasn't sure if that implied sex, but he wasn't even able to take Richie gripping his hip bones let along other things.

"Good idea," Eddie agreed as the musk of Richie's sweet cologne disappeared now that he backed away and made his way for the door.

15 minutes later, all the Losers except Richie and Eddie were gone. They all were too busy to worry about their absences, though every few minutes someone else would wonder what was happening in the bedroom.

They thought it was nothing since Richie and Eddie probably got caught up in a conversation or a comic of some sort. The two of them missing was harmless when they all knew where they were.

Bev had to stop Bill from checking on them, knowing they must be talking in private if they weren't out here talking about it. Bill shook off his curiosity with a smile and got back to some talk about how cool the music for tonight show was.

No one suspected a thing, especially since Richie had recently hooked up with Daniel.

It was like they expected a sleepover of some sort. Stan wasn't fond of the idea since it was a Monday, but he complied once Bill mentioned that they could go back to his room and watch Indiana Jones.

Now that the dorm house was empty, Eddie had retreated back into Richie and Stan's room instinctively. It was almost too quiet and Eddie wasn't sure if that made him jittery or calm.

"Eddie, are you sure you want this?" Richie was pressed flat against his closed door. Eddie was sprawled across Richie's bed, leaning on one arm as he watched Richie search his eyes for consent.

If Eddie was looking in on the situation, it would seem as though Richie was the inexperienced one in the room instead of Virgin Eddie himself.

"This?" Eddie asked since the question had been reappearing in his thought process quite a few times. He wanted to know what Richie meant by it. Was it their relationship changing forever? Was he talking solely about the things they might do? Eddie needed to know.