Reddie Smut | I'll Be Loving You (Forever)

one - Wheezy

Warning: This is my first time writing smut since 2018, so this one might be bad; but it's kinda long :)
Song of the chapter: Jungle - Drake
Word count: 5,048

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"Come on, Rich. It'll be fun!" Bill nagged, tugging his best friend's sleeve. "There's no way in hell I'm going to a strip club with you," Richie sighed, he really just wanted to stay home tonight. Richie wasn't exactly a crowd person, and he knew there was going to be a crowd at that building clad in blinking neon lights. There were mostly female performers, and Richie was most definitely not into female performers. Boring, He thought to himself.

"I know you only wanna go to see that one dude you came home gushing about, 'Oh, Richie, he's so hot! I wish i could feel him up and fuck him senseless!'" Richie retorted, dramatically draping his hand over his forehead, bending himself over backwards on their flat's kitchen counter. "I d-did not say that! Fuck you, man."

Richie stood up straight, giggling when Bill slapped his shoulder playfully. "You know I'd go with you; but the thing is, Billy Boy, I really just don't want to." He said, patting the shorter of the two's head.

"Okay, Rich. What if I told you there's a performer there that is just your type and he performs again tonight. He's pretty," Bill leaned in to whisper in Richie's ear. "He wears lingerie, you know you're into that, Trashmouth." Richie pulled his head away from Bill's words, his cheeks turning bright red.

How did Bill know about that?

He's your best friend, he knows everything, dumbass.

Richie was actually considering this. Wait, he was actually considering this? He couldn't believe himself. He had to choose between his head, or a boy his type in lingerie.

"You've got yourself a deal, Billiam."

The ride there was quiet, r&b playing softly so it wouldn't be as excruciatingly awkward as the pair anticipated. It didn't take long before Richie spotted the blinding neon lights he dreaded so much. They found a parking spot and stepped out of their car, "This better be worth my while, Bill. Or i'll kick your ass." Richie groaned, shoving his best friend as they made their way into the building. Well, Richie thought, Guess there's no turning back now.

There was a bar and a sitting area for guests, doors that lead to what Richie assumed were private rooms, and a stage that stood out. There was a runway and twin poles in the very middle. The night had obviously not started as people were just making their way to their seats.

Bill took Richie's wrist in his hand and they squeezed their way to the seats in the front. Just as they say down, the first performance was announced and a female stripper walked onto the stage in a seductive manner. She was beautiful, Richie would admit, but he couldn't be less uninterested; slouching in his chair and propping his face on his fist as he watched as unenthusiastically as possible. "I'm bored already, Billy." Richie sighed, rolling his eyes as Bill patted his knee.

"The males come later, just be patient, Rich. I promise you'll love it."

Just be patient, Rich.

Richie didn't do patient, but he trusted Bill enough to stay in his seat and watch the female performers with a bored demeanor.