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26. whipped (cream)

by: eddiefuckingkaspbrak
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Richie waited in the back room until Eddie was long gone before sticking his head out to meet a smirking Beverly Marsh. He rolled his eyes a little and leaned his elbows on the desk, sitting his chin on top as he watched her carefully. "What's so funny Miss Marsh?" He asked and Bev rolled her eyes.

"You know what's funny Mr Tozier," she replied, turning back to the computer for a brief moment. "We had four other available doms for Eddie to spend the evening with and yet...you decided on being with him yourself. Something you have never done since we opened this club."

Blinking, Richie stepped back and held his hands up, the smile still on his lips, "I've never wanted to because I've never seen anyone that I was interested in. Eddie however...damn." Richie sighed as he thought back to the boy, how soft his skin was, how willing he was to give himself over to Richie completely.

Bev opened her mouth to say something else, but she was interrupted by the ringing of Richie's cellphone, which was sitting on the desk. He sighed, picking it up and he sent Bev an apologetic look before he stepped outside into the hallway, answering the call.

"Richie Tozier speaking."

"Richie, it's Stan, just a quick question..." As Stan started talking and Richie zoned out for a moment, staring down the hall at the rooms that were more than likely occupied.

The club, the BDSM club, isn't the only club that Richie owned in the city, or even outside of the city. It was a small club in downtown New York that his father opened in his youth that built the Tozier Empire. Then, when he was twenty-one, his dad had passed away of a sudden heart attack, leaving all the clubs he had opened in the city for Richie to manage.

It wasn't that he didn't enjoy his job, because he did, and he had met many wonderful people thanks to it. Sometimes, Richie just wished he had the chance to finish college, and even go on to focus on comedy, his true passion. He also hated the fact that he was still alone and single, even at twenty-five.

His thoughts drifted back to Eddie, and how alive he made him feel for the first time in so long...

"So what do you think?" Stan asked down the line and Richie sighed, breaking out of his thoughts as he turned his attention back to the phone call.

"I think bringing live bands to 'Mic Drop' is a great idea. It brings something new to the table and might bring in some new customers," Richie smiled. "Go ahead and book whoever you think might be good and call me later okay?"

After a few more minutes on the phone with Stan, discussing other options for a few of the other clubs, he hung up and returned to Bev. "I think I'm going to head home for the night and you should to." He grabbed his coat and pulled it on.

"I'll be leaving soon Rich, don't you worry about me. I'll see you around?" Bev asked and Richie nodded, blowing her a kiss as he left the club and stepped out into the street.

As he walked home, Richie's thoughts were filled with nothing but Eddie Kaspbrak. He hadn't even gotten the chance to see what his eyes looked like behind the blindfold, but god, did he imagine they were the most beautiful thing to ever grace the earth. He smiled to the doorman as he stepped into his apartment building and headed up to his room.

He fell asleep dreaming of Eddie, and Eddie alone.

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"A caramel macchiato please, medium," Richie ordered as he stepped towards the counter of his favourite coffee shop. He was heading to his mom's place to surprise her for lunch, but he needed his daily dose of coffee to get him through the day.