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34. drive me wild

by: chucknovak
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Now that they were adults, the losers had come to face the unfortunate reality of living where there's work. This meant that Stan and Mike's house was a forty-five minute drive from Richie and Eddie's apartment. Eddie was bored not even five minutes into the car ride back from a Saturday evening at the Hanlon-Uris household – bored and horny. Richie had dressed up just slightly for the occasion, and it was the exact level of formal that never failed to get Eddie's mouth watering. Richie was currently wearing form-fitting dark wash jeans with a dark gray shirt with the top few buttons undone. His sports coat had been banished to the back seat as soon as they got in the car.

Eddie looked around at the deserted highway and decided it would be okay if he unbuckled his seatbelt. "What are you doing?" Richie asked when he heard the click. Eddie didn't answer; he just slid across the bench seat so that he was cuddled up against Richie's side. "Baby, put your seatbelt on," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

"Don't wanna," Eddie said, his voice bordering on whining as he buried his face in Richie's neck. "Wanna be close to you." He clarified what he meant with a hand on Richie's thigh.

"We'll be home soon, sweetheart," Richie chuckled.

"Can't wait that long," Eddie insisted before pressing kisses against the soft skin of Richie's neck. He sighed at the warmth, melting into it and pressing his body against Richie's lewdly.

"Eds," Richie groaned as Eddie began massaging Richie's upper thigh, moving his hand gradually higher and higher. "Just give it forty minutes, cupcake-"

"Now," Eddie whined with a nip to Richie's throat. He pulled back then to pout at his husband. "Please, been wanting it all night," he begged. He draped one leg over one of Richie's and rutted against his thigh so Riche could feel how hard Eddie already was. He saw Richie's pupils were dilated and suppressed a smirk when he saw Richie lick his lips, his eyes flickering between Eddie and the road. "I wanna taste you so bad." He licked a stripe up Richie's neck and grasped his hard cock through his jeans. Richie gasped. "Will you please let me taste you, daddy?"

"Yes," Richie caved, bucking his hips up into Eddie's hand. "Fuck, yes, baby, you can taste me. Fuck." Eddie smirked victoriously before undoing Richie's pants; Richie could never resist Eddie calling him daddy. He resettled himself so that his mouth was level with Richie's cock as he pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough to let his cock out. He moaned openly at the sight, gripping it at the base as he nuzzled his face into Richie's lower stomach and the coarse hair there. He loved how strong Richie's scent was there, how heady and intoxicating it was.

"You smell so good, daddy," Eddie said sweetly before pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of his cock. Richie groaned, his hands gripping the steering wheel as Eddie kitten licked teasingly around the head. He hummed contentedly. "Taste even better." And with that he was taking Richie's cock in his mouth, working his way down slowly, savoring it, and pumping his hand lazily over what he didn't cover with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head and hollowed his cheeks, making Richie moan.

"Shit, Eds," he said, his breathing uneven. "So good at that, baby." Eddie preened under the praise, taking Richie even further down his throat. He loved the challenged of keeping his head there, loved the noises Richie made when he gagged around his cock. He bobbed his head up and down then, using his hands to gently massage Richie's balls. "Fuck," Richie gasped, jerking the wheel a bit. Eddie popped off completely at that, sitting up.

"Should I stop?" he asked in a faux concerned voice, making sure Richie was watching him as he wiped his mouth.

"Don't you dare fucking stop," Richie whined, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. "You're doing so good, sucking daddy's cock so well."