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31. like a melody in my head

by: chucknovak
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It all started with a sleepover at Bill's house. Richie had won the game they'd all been playing that night, meaning that he got couch privileges while the other six slept on the floor. Eddie was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. After two semesters at college sleeping on the softest mattress topper he'd been able to find at Bed, Bath, and Beyond, sleeping on the thin carpet and cement floor of Bill's basement was beginning to appear unrealistic. Giving up, Eddie huffed and got up, dragging his pillow and blanket over to the couch where Richie was fast asleep. Eddie dropped his pillow half next to Richie's head and half on top of it, rousing him from his sleep. "Scoot over," Eddie whispered as he gently shoved Richie's shoulder.

"Eds?" he mumbled, squinting his eyes open. "What's up? What time is it?"

"Like, three?" Eddie sighed, tired and irritable. "Can you please make some room? I can't sleep on the floor, it's too hard."

Eddie realized his mistake as soon as Richie smirked up at him. "You know, things are pretty hard up here, too." He grabbed his crotch lewdly, making Eddie blush. It was so stupid, just one of Richie's dumb jokes, but the deep, rough, sleepy quality of his voice and the physical gesture had Eddie blushing. His feelings for his best were something that two semesters away at college couldn't change, apparently.

"Can I sleep with you or not?"

"Eddie, my love, I've been wanting to sleep with you since I had my first wet dream," Richie joked. Still, his words went right to Eddie's crotch.

"Well then move over." Eddie forced his way onto the couch, turning his back to Richie so he couldn't see or feel the semi he was now sporting.

"I always knew you wanted my dick." Eddie shivered, not expecting Richie's voice to be right in his ear, and still so low and dark. He knew Richie was only whispering out of courtesy to their sleeping friends, but it still made it feel personal, like he might not be joking. Richie wrapped his arm around Eddie's waist, pulling him closer. "C'mere, you're gonna fall off. And then you'll really have something to whine about."

Eddie blushed, though whether it was more on account of the contact or the teasing remark he wasn't sure. "I'm not whining!" he whispered defensively. "I just don't wanna be sore for a week."

"Oh, you'll be sore for at least a few days once I'm done with you," Richie joked again, rolling his hips into Eddie's. Eddie gasped, but he covered it with an elbow jabbed back at Richie.

"Can we go to sleep now?" Eddie did his best to sound annoyed.

"Anything for you, baby." Eddie screwed his eyes shut and tried to drift off; god, Richie made it hard to not be attracted to him.

A week later and Eddie was still thinking about that night. He couldn't get it out of his head: the way Richie held him close, the feeling off his breath against his neck - but mostly he couldn't stop thinking about how Richie's voice had sounded whispering all those dirty things in Eddie's ear. He'd jerked off every day that week, something he didn't normally do. It was now well past midnight and Eddie was lying awake, his cock so hard it threatened to poke out of his sleep shorts despite the fact that he'd already gotten himself off that day. He swore, he was gonna punch Richie in the face.

Giving in, he slid his hand under the waistband of his shorts and wrapped it around his cock. Sighing in relief at the contact, he stroked himself a few times. He let his other hand wander across his chest, which was bare due to the summer heat. He felt his cheeks heat up when he realized he was imagining Richie's hands on him. He felt vaguely guilty, but he'd been jerking off to thoughts of his friend for years at that point, and he figured what he didn't know couldn't hurt him. He closed his eyes, really relaxed, and let himself imagine the things Richie would say if he was there. He spread his precome around the head of his cock and wondered if Richie would tease him or if he'd jump Eddie's bones as soon as he could. Eddie liked to think Richie would draw it out, with that signature Richie Tozier smirk on his face. The thought of that smirk hovering above Eddie just then, so close Eddie would just have to tilt his head up to kiss it away, had Eddie's cock twitching eagerly in his hand.