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It kind of all started when Eddie had to tutor Richie in their junior year. They were in Eddie's bedroom in the run-down, nearly decrepit Kaspbrak household. They sat side by side doing math and some biology. All of a sudden, in a matter of a minute, Richie was sucking Eddie's neck, kissing his lips, and pushing him on the bed. Their homework went to the floor as well as their clothes.

Eddie looked up at Richie, his best friend since seventh grade. "What are we doing?" He asked him, a curious glint in his eyes.

Richie stared right back at him, smiling. His curly black bangs hung from his head. "We're making love, Ed's." He said, and then proceeded to fuck Eddie into the bed, and consummate their friendship. His mom and dad weren't home thankfully to hear them. Even after Richie was done, and Eddie was panting and out of breath, they knew their making love was going to turn into nothing more. Eddie asked if they could do that again, Richie said he was planning their next time.

They didn't talk about it at all at school. With their other friends, who called themselves the Losers because they were all nerdy twinks in middle school, they didn't make any moves on each other.

Sometimes, Eddie caught himself staring at his friend a little too much. And sometimes, Richie would leave touches on him longer than others would. They never talked about it. They never will.

"Wassup, fuckers?" The obnoxious, rambunctious Richie Tozier asks, entering the kitchen. He put his gloved hands on Ben and Stan's shoulders, a grin on his face which they all knew well. He got a hummer.

"Hello, Richie." Stan grunted. He flicked Richie's hand off of his shoulder.

"So guys, guess what?"

"What is it, Richie?" Asked Mike. His arms were crossed; they all knew what he was about to say. The seven Losers were all standing in Bill's kitchen, drinking hot cocoa to try and ease their bitter cold bodies because of the harsh winter outside.

"I got a b.j. from the one and only Greta Bowie!" Richie said like it was some victory.

The rest of them grunted, annoyed by how much Richie actually gets laid/has sex/gets blowjobs. Of course, they all have very active sex lives. But Richie just has to announce every time he had sex. (And, of course he never talked about Eddie Kaspbrak).

"Congrats, Rich." Said Eddie sarcastically, he rolled his eyes but smiled. He handed Richie a cup of hot cocoa. Their fingertips momentarily met and Eddie was really wishing Richie was fucking him right now. But he couldn't just tell him that. It kind of just happens.

"Thanks a mucha, Ed's."

Richie licked his lips as he stared down at his freckled friend. The rest of the Losers watched as Eddie smiled up at Richie, and it looks like they're having a conversation with just their eyes.

Bev breaks them up. "Let's go watch a movie. I don't want my cocoa getting cold." She wrapped her arm around Richie's and pulls him away suddenly to the living room. Richie just follows her.

Eddie's left standing in the kitchen with Ben. They exchange small nods and smiles and glances because, although they are good friends, they don't really talk that much. It's awkward between them. Ben has had a thing for Beverly since sixth grade and he hasn't given up on his crush- so he gets jealous when she touches other guys in front of him. He knows he shouldn't be jealous, Beverly is not his girlfriend, but he still has suspiciouns of who she likes because she doesn't like him.

Anyways, Eddie finished his drink rather quickly to join his friends in the parlor. He looks at the TV as he goes to sit in his seat- they're watching some horror movie called Terrifier- except Beverly is sitting on his spot on the couch. Next to Richie.

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