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chap 20: cha cha cha

Eddie

"Something in the air that night, the stars so bright, Fernando!" Richie sang to our friends. It was probably 1 AM and Richie was wasted, we all were actually, and he had work the next morning.

My face was warm as I dreamily watched him perform for us, and we all laughed. He had loosened his tie and his sleeves were rolled up. His vest had completely disappeared. I didn't know how he wasn't all danced out.

Bev was still in her dress and had her head laid on Ben's shoulder. Mike had came back to Richie and Stan's with us, despite not arriving with us. Stan had a good time too, even though he didn't want to go in the first place and I was pretty sure Bill had gotten a BJ from his date considering his amazing mood.

And as for me? I was ecstatic. I left with my friends and Richie, who didn't even bother to tell Jane bye which made me happy, even though it shouldn't have. I could still feel Richie's lips on mine. I didn't care if his bacteria was on my lips until I died. It felt like a dream.

"I don't know how you don't get exhausted." Mike laughed as Richie downed another beer. He as sweaty. His hair was matted to his forehead and god he looked ridiculous but he looked so naturally pretty.

"Cocaine, my friend." Richie joked, crushing the beer can in one hand and tossing it over his shoulder and winking at Mike. I didn't even notice I was smiling as wide as I was until Stan leaned over into my ear.

"You look happy. Good night?"

I looked and him and playfully bumped my shoulder into his. He was smiling.

"Great night." I answered.

"Good." He wrapped his arm around me and squeezed.

"Eddie, my boy!" Richie yelled in a shitty Scottish accent, "Get up here and show these fine people how to salsa with me!"

"I'm not drunk enough for that." I shook my head. That was a lie. I was wasted. Wasted, but aware.

"Come on, Spaghetti!" He grabbed my hands and pulled me off the sofa, basically forcing me to twirl and dance as our friends cheered us on and laughed.

"Cha cha cha!" Richie yelled as he spun around me. This felt so surreal. It felt like we were 12 again. Back when Richie had so much energy and I worried too much, before school and becoming an adult had drained all of us of our energy.

"In liberty, Fernando!" Richie sang, wrapping his arm around the small of my back and dipping me. Our faces were dangerously close as our friends clapped and laughed and cheered, Mike even whistled. We stayed like that for a second, drunkenly staring into each others eyes as if we were both replaying the events just hours before.

Richie let me go and shot me a wink before taking a dramatic bow.

"That's all for tonight, I'm calling it quits." Stan stood, stretching and yawning. Everyone groaned and Richie booed loudly.

"I know. I know. Ben and Bev, you guys can have the sofa. Mike, you can have the love seat. Bill, you can bunk with me. Eddie, you-"

"Eddies, gonna bunk up with me." Richie cut him off, which nade Ben and Bev's heads snap up with grins and Stan raised an eyebrow and looked at me, saying "oh okay." with a smile.

We all retreated to our spots in the apartment and changed. Richie drunkenly watched me as I pulled my shirt off and I felt myself blush.

"Turn around." I snapped. Richie saluted and turned his back to me as I pulled my pajama bottoms on. "Okay." He looked me up and down and crawled across the bed to sit on the edge.

"Are you not going to change?" I asked.

"Mhmm. Too tired." He shook his head and stared up at me.

It fell quiet and I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Richie we need to talk about that kiss."

"No we don't. We kissed. And I liked it and now I'm drunk and I really want to kiss you again." He babbled on. I felt my face heat up but I smiled gently, sitting myself into his lap and pressing a hard kiss on his lips again.

That feeling. That drove me nuts. It felt like everything good in life was withheld in Richie's mouth and I needed to get to it.

I knew if I was sober there was no way I would be letting Richie shove his tongue into my mouth but I was, and he fell back on the bed and placed his hands on my thighs and I tangled my hand into his hair and felt his dick against me, which made my pants grow painfully tight all of a sudden.

In an instant, a flash really, the door flew open and I sat up and Richie's head snapped in the direction of the door. It was too late. There stood Bill, eyes wide and mouth hung open and I felt like I was going to vomit.