21

Nice guys finish first

NSFW NOTHING TOO NASTY THOUGH I PROMISE

Eddie reached up and ran his fingers through Richie's curly hair. Such a sweet touch, from such a sweet boy. Richie had years of pent up sexual frustration inside of him. He didn't want to go to fast, or end up doing something he wasn't ready for.

His body and his hormones may have been begging him to continue, but his mind was telling him to slow down just a little. He needed a small release, but he didn't want to go too far.

Richie pulled away, looking into Eddie's eyes.

"Maybe we should discuss boundaries first." Richie hadn't ever gotten this far, but the last thing he needed was to have a panic attack.

"Yeah sure of course." Eddie replied pulling away even further to give him his space.

"I don't like. . . Just don't. . . Don't touch my neck." Richie's entire body clamped up whenever someone touched his neck.

Last year Richie needed to go to the clinic, because he thought he might have had strep throat, and when the doctor put there hands on his neck to feel his lymph nodes, he panicked. He ended up falling to the ground, his fight or flight instincts kicked in, he chose fight.

"Right, of course. I'll stay away from your neck. Anything else I should know?"

"Be careful of my ribs, they still hurt sometimes, even after all these years."

"You probably have costochondritis Rich."

"Costa what?"

"Inflammation of the cartilage around the ribs. You can get it when you've broken or bruised a rib in the past."

"Oh, well I guess that's it then. What about you?"

"I uh, I don't think I have any boundaries, not that I know of."

Richie felt jealous. Eddie could just enjoy himself if he wanted to, he didn't have to worry about panicking at the touch of another person. He couldn't let that get to him though, not now.

"Are you sure?"

"Why don't we just start out slow, and we can go from there."

"Okay."

Richie placed his hand upon Eddie's cheek, and leaned in kissing him.

It was Eddie's turn now, to make the next move. He let his hands trail down Richie's chest being careful of his ribs. He stopped before the elastic on Richie's boxers.

"Is this okay?" Eddie asked before continuing.

"Y-yes." Richie was starting to feel warm.

Eddie's hand was a bit cold, making Richie gasp a little. 

"Sorry."

"It's okay."

Richie had never felt someone else's touch in this way. He had touched himself in this way before, but never did he expect that it would feel 10x's better at the hand of someone else.

Richie began kissing Eddie once more. It was all too much for him all at once. Richie gasped, and immediately turned bright red.

I guess that's what happens after three years of being single, and not being touched by anyone else.

Eddie couldn't help but laugh a little. He tried not to, he even tried holding his breath, so he wouldn't let out a laugh loud enough to wake the whole house.

Richie could've died right now in this moment. He was so incredibly embarrassed, and now Eddie was laughing at him. He had never done this before, and now he felt like he never wanted to do it again.

Richie turned over quickly, clutching his knees into himself. It had never happened that quickly before. It was like he had been a horny teenage boy who had just awoken from a wet dream.

"Richie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh I swear. It happens to the best of us."

Richie had his eyes closed and was now pretending to be asleep.

Eddie decided to give him some space. He got up and left the bedroom to go sleep on the couch.