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summer lovin.

"FUCK GUYS GUESS WHAT," Richie screams as he bursts through the trio's dorm room door. He had stepped out a few minutes earlier to take a call, and clearly it was something that excited him.

Eddie looks up at him with surprised, wide eyes. "What's up?!?"

Richie scoops Eddie up from where he's sitting on one of the beds and spins him in a circle. "A record label is looking into me! They're seriously thinking about signing me!" he raves.

"Con-congrats, Rich, make sure you don't forget us when you're famous," he teases although his eyes show how proud he is.

They all take turns congratulating Richie before a group hug ensures.

"This is amazing, Richie," Bev gushes, "You'll be able to start actually producing all your music!"

"Fuck, I know, I'm so excited!"

Eddie looks up at Richie's bright eyes full of joy and feels warmth spread through his chest. Richie's dream is to make music and Eddie can't believe he's going to get to watch it come true.

-

Eddie wakes up to Richie tapping away at the keyboard in the corner of his dorm room which is odd considering he's never actually heard him play. Every time he's asked, Richie's shrugged and said he just started learning how to play last year.

Eddie's prepared to call bullshit because whatever tune he's playing right now sounds smooth and practiced.

"I thought you said you didn't know how to play well," Eddie says sleepily.

Richie doesn't stop playing as he speaks. "I said I haven't been playing long, never said anything about not being good. Besides playing the piano is all math," says.

Eddie rolls his eyes. "I hate geniuses," he grumbles.

Richie laughs but doesn't stop playing the upbeat melody.

"Where's that from?"

"This is the music for a song I started in like high school," he explains, "I converted it to piano because it sounds better."

"I like it, it's happy," Eddie comments.

Richie snorts. "Yeah, that's because I wrote it before I met Lily."

Eddie groans. "Ugh, I'm gonna drop kick her if she tries to pull shit next year."

Richie slowly stops playing. "I'll be honest, it's probably more like when she pulls shit, not if."

"So, I'm definitely gonna drop kick her," Eddie concludes.

Richie chuckles. "Don't worry, we'll get Mike and Beverly to be our body guards."

-

Eddie thinks he must be a pretty borning person in bed. His fantasies are a different story, but he's so uncomfortable in his body he doubts he'll ever act on them.

The only thing that's bothering him is how bored Richie must be. He knows Richie has slept around, but it's no secret to the campus that Richie's some sort of sexual deviant or at least that's what he's gathered from the rumors. Usually Eddie doesn't listen to hearsay, but Richie never denies any of them, in fact he usually confirms them.

The thought that he might be boring Richie plagues his mind until even his oblivious boyfriend picks up on his mood.

Richie pulls away from the kiss, and Eddie refrains from grinding down on him.