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77. my insatiable one

by: juliadawson

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"Okay, kiddos!" Beverly announces over the loud "thunk" of the closing trunk, "Everyone get in the truck! Yes, that includes you, Richard," she gives the patch of grass in which he's sprawled at a pointed look, "I swear to god we're leaving without you if you manage to delay this trip by even one more single second".

"As if being almost an hour late wasn't enough," Stan mutters under his breath, and laughs at the fake shocked look Richie puts on.

"First of all, ouch! And second of all, it was half an hour MAX, you traitors!"

"Yeah guys, come on," Bill says calmly, raising his hands in a sign of truce and earning himself a noisy blowed kiss from Richie. "It was half an hour free of this moron, what are you all complaining about?"

At this, Richie puts both his hands around his heart and starts rolling around in the grass as if brutally attacked, while they all laugh maniacally. Bev's loud cackle somehow manages to drown out everyone else, though, and that earns her a dirty look from the old lady across the street.

"What is this? Roast Richie Tozier day?" Richie feigns hurt while getting up from the grass, his hands brushing away the few specks of dirt stuck to his clothes. "Hate to break it to everyone but you're the ones wasting time bullying an innocent youth."

Eddie snorts at this, extending his hand to Richie so he can drag him to the truck. "Come on, idiot. Let's get the fuck in already, I can't wait to get out of this hellhole."

He tries not to blush when Richie actually takes his hand, but already knows it's a hopeless battle. Richie and he had been dating for a few weeks, ever since they all returned to Derry for summer break and Richie announced he'd be transferring schools to study in New York, with Eddie. When Eddie asked him why, Richie got eerily quiet and admitted it was because he just missed Eddie too much. It was just tears and giddy smiles and confessions muffled by tight hugs from there, Eddie recalls, smiling like an idiot. Even then, with weeks of finally getting to touch each other after all the years lost to pining, just as much as accidentally brushing against Richie still made Eddie feel electric shocks that went all the way to his toes.

"So here's the deal, everyone," Mike breaks Eddie out of his musings, "I'm driving and Stan already called shotgun," five groans simultaneously interrupt Mike, and Stan grins a winning smile.

"Not my fault I'm the only one who actually thinks ahead of stuff, losers," Stan says, already opening the passenger door.

"Anyways," Mike laughs, "Here's what I was thinking: Bev sits in Bens lap, because they're dating so it's not weird, Bill sits in the middle, and Eddie sits on Richie's lap on the other side because they do it all the time already. Thoughts?"

Eddie feels panic shoot through him. Oh, no. No no no no no. He looks at Richie and can see him physically tensing up. Okay, maybe they still hadn't told their friends about all that had happened that summer. Change is scary, and they didn't want to do something that could ruin their group dynamic in the brief time of the year when they could all reunite and hang out like the old times. Maybe they were just waiting for the right time, and maybe the days have gone and gone and gone and the right time just never came.

Ben and Bev were already shrugging and making their way to the truck, so Bill quietly followed behind.

"Wait," Eddie heard himself protest. He knew he needed to act natural so the others wouldn't notice, but he was just not vibing with the idea of spending seven whole hours on Richie's lap and pretending it's not making him uncontrollably horny.