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Eddie huffs as he runs another lap around the track. Usually, warm-up consisted of three laps, but Coach was "feeling generous" today, so she told them to run five.

Eddie left his makeshift therapy session with Beverly feeling better than he had in a while.

He's more than ready to break up with Garrett, but decided to wait until the weekend, when he actually has the time to see him.

Eddie's grateful he did a few seasons of track in high school. He's easily still leading the pack on the last lap.

By the time they actually get inside and start practice, Eddie's more than warm. He'd been hoping for a smooth practice, but it didn't seem like that'd be the case. The team's been struggling to connect and work as a unit since last year's seniors left. A few of those girls really held the team together.

Eddie curses as he watches the freshman libero shank a ball to her right. He runs after it but it's way out of his reach.

The coach sighs. "Alright. That's it, get your asses on the track. Go run until you puke," she orders.

Eddie groans. Their coach isn't the joking type. A few of them will definitely vomit before she lets them go.

Eddie ends up throwing up five minutes before practice finishes, leaving him pissy.

Despite his aversion to germs and sickness lessening significantly once he started college, he still can't stop the slight panic that falls over him after he pukes.

After he showers, he aggressively brushes his teeth until his gums bleed. Anger and frustration are still thrumming through his veins. Eddie decides with finality that he wants to break something.

What better to break than someone you hate?

Who better to hurt than Richie?

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Eddie storms into Richie's apartment, grateful that Beverly and Ben aren't present to see his dramatic entrance.

Richie smirks when he sees Eddie in his doorway. "Here for your daily dosage?"

Eddie scoffs. He stomps over to the bed and easily straddles Richie, taking his phone out of his hand and slamming it down on the bedside table.

Richie raises an eyebrow. "What's wrong, sugar? Did I not give it to you good enough last time?" he asks teasingly.

Eddie suddenly grabs Richie's chin in a strong grip. "Don't patronize me, you piece of shit. I know you like to say how you're the only cock that's satisfied me, but news flash, asshole: yours is the only cock I've had. But you, Richie, how many people have you slept with? You've got to have lost count at this point. It doesn't matter how many whores or models you bring to bed, you'll never turn down a chance to fuck me."

Riche sneers but doesn't say anything, and Eddie grins at his lack of denial.

Eddie rocks down against Richie's already hardening cock. He slides his hand up to Richie's hair and tugs roughly, making him hiss in pain.

They meet in the middle for a messy and rough kiss. Eddie doesn't stop the constant rock of his hips until he can't wait anymore.

He slides off Richie, who gets the memo and sits up to remove his own shirt. Eddie tells himself that he's not concerned by how skinny Richie has gotten.

He whistles as Eddie shrugs off his hoodie. "Gonna have me a show, babydoll?"

Eddie scoffs and wiggles out of his sports bra, balling it up and forcefully shoving it into Richie's mouth.