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20. just hold my hand

by: moniaki (orphan account)
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Summer hadn't been particularly kind to the losers so far. The heat was intense for the teenagers, especially at night. They were 18 now.

Eddie and Richie's relationship had.. Well, developed. Agreeing to have their first sexual experience during a sleepovers whilst Eddie's mother was away.. Yeah, he still lived with his mom. His mother refused to let him move out until he got married or had a steady job.

They'd talked about it a lot, making sure they discussed things such as safe words and how they would do it. They were both incredibly nervous.

Eddie was a virgin.

Richie was NOT. He'd had sex with women before, but never a man. And he'd never been so nervous to fuck somebody before Eddie.

The two were sat awkwardly on the couch watching a movie. Eddie's mom was out for the night, so they had the house to themselves.

Nothing was happening, and Eddie knew that. He wore red shorts with a short sleeved collared shirt shirt as he usually did. Meanwhile Richie wore Jean's and a band shirt from the second hand store down the he road.

Eddie didn't know why nothing was happening, shifting a little closer as they reached the middle of the movie. His eyes glanced to the clock, which read 10:42pm.

Eddie didn't say anything at all.

But about 10 minutes after that Eddie felt a hand against his lower thigh. The young man sucked in a breath, trying not to look down as to not ruin the feeling of secrecy. Richie gripped a little harder, and Eddie smiled. He noticed that, and throughout the movie his hand got higher and higher until it was resting just beside his dick. He wasn't hard yet, Richie could tell. He didn't mind, though. He hadn't done much yet.

Eddie's eyes turned to look at him, and Richie saw fear glimmer in them. He stopped. "Eds-" He started, but Eddie only shook his head, leaning forwards to connect their lips. It was a slow kiss, Eddie's hands moving down to grip the front of his shirt to make it easier.

Richie seemed taken aback, his hands shooting up as if he was being held at gun point. But he relaxed, kissing back deeper and faster. His hands found their way into Eddie's brunette locks, making Eddie shudder.

The young man's glasses bumped awkwardly against his nose, but Richie knew he wouldn't want to take them off yet.

Richie's tounge found its way to Eddie's and soon enough he was straddling the smaller man against the couch, holding him closely. Eddie was holding on to him, trying to close the gap between them as he ran his hands along the sides of his face. Richie felt his cock stiffen in his pants as Eddie's mouth clamped around his tounge, sucking desperately on it like a leech

Eddie would've stayed like that forever if he could, the feeling of Richie's warm breath against his lips, and his cold hands running up under his shirt. Richie enjoyed mapping out his body, running circles around his pale skin. But when he felt Richie's other hand slip under the waistband of his shorts his breath quickened.

Richie's hand slid underneath them, awaiting a yes or no from Eddie. Eddie nodded, but refused to pull away. Richie grinned against his lips, the palm of his hand rubbing up against Eddie's crotch which made him stifle a moan.

Richie had never heard Eddie moan like that.. Sure he had heard him complain about shit, but this was different. And he wanted to hear more, so in attempt to draw it out of him he dragged his hand along it until it could slip underneath the fabric.

Eddie bit his lip, his face flushing red when he felt Richie's hands wrap around his cock. He opened his mouth against the kiss, unable to stop the small whines and breathy moans that fell from his mouth as Richie slowly began to stroke him.