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4. all i really ever want is you

by bebe8s
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It all started on Wednesday.

It was late - after 10 PM, so Richie was in bed. He'd spent the evening with Eddie, just goofing off like they normally do. And fuck, Eddie had been looking so good recently. Richie had always thought Eddie looked good, but now that it's senior year and Eddie's grown, Richie's noticed. And Richie's dick has noticed, too.

This meant that every time they hung out, Richie had to focus to keep himself from getting hard. Because everything, and he meant everything , Eddie did seemed to turn him on. And since they were so close, and had been for so long, Eddie was still super touchy with him. He had no idea that Richie found everything he did to be extremely hot. He had no idea that nearly every night Richie jerked off to the thought of Eddie before being flooded with guilt after his orgasm.

So Wednesday night, Richie had found himself laying in his bed, sweat causing his hair to stick forward as he wrapped his fist around his cock, pretending it was Eddie's hand instead. Just thinking of Eddie was enough to get him close, and today Eddie had been wearing such short track shorts, and he had been crawling over Richie's lap and bickering and play fighting, and God, Richie had wanted to reach out and kiss him so bad.

He couldn't do that, though. You can't casually kiss your best friend that you've been in love with for years. That's not an acceptable action. But he could still think about it. Think about how soft Eddie's lips would be, how Richie would cup his cheeks as he kissed him. He could think about kissing his way down Eddie's neck until Eddie was a whimpering mess in his hands. He could think about moving his hand down to Eddie's dick, or, if he was lucky, getting to use his mouth on Eddie.

He could think about Eddie moaning as Richie went down on him, bucking up into his mouth at the sensation. He could think about Eddie's face as he came, or at least what he thinks he would look like. He could think about Eddie wrapping his fist around Richie's dick, stroking him to completion and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

It's always that last thought that finishes him off. He comes into his hand, stroking himself lazily through his orgasm and muttering Eddie's name repeatedly under his breath. And then he cleans himself off and rolls over, trying to not feel like the worst best friend in the world for what he just did, for what he always does.

Except this time, there was something else. Something Richie didn't realize because he was so focused on chasing his climax. He was so busy picturing daydream Eddie that he hadn't noticed real Eddie crack open his door, having forgotten his inhaler. He didn't see the way Eddie stopped in his tracks, pupils immediately blowing wide and shorts becoming impossibly tight. He didn't see the way Eddie watched, nearly drooling. He didn't see Eddie snake his hand into the room to grab his inhaler off of Richie's desk.

And he certainly didn't know that Eddie went home and immediately hopped into the shower and jerked off so fast that he thought he might tear his dick off, coming with Richie's name on his lips. And it was Eddie's little secret that he did that more than he would like to admit.

But now it was Friday, and Eddie had been acting weird around Richie for nearly two whole days. The whole gang was hanging out at Bill's, playing video games and arguing. For once, Eddie wasn't seated next to Richie. And Eddie kept flinching whenever Richie would touch him. It was driving Richie nuts. He didn't know what he did, and he didn't like this weird distance forming between them. It'd barely been two days and he was already feeling lonely, even though Eddie technically was right there, next to him.

So they played video games until it was 11, and then the group started to disband. Everyone said their goodbyes, going in their own directions. They were going to hang out again tomorrow, so it wasn't like some big emotional ordeal. Just friends parting ways for the night.