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93. watch me make 'em bow

by: wontmelt

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Richie fumbled with the key, just managing to unlock the door to their cabin before being manhandled inside by the fuming Eddie Kaspbrak.

Just one twenty minute car ride earlier, they had been having dinner with the old gang. Everything was going well, all of the respective couples were in good spirits and the air was casual, no longer bearing the burdens of their pasts.

That was until dessert, when Richie fucking Tozier, the tool that he is, decided to start making those eyes at Eddie. Of course it made him blush immediately, as it usually does.  Eddie scowled, brushing Richie off as calmly as he could by turning to talk to Stan sitting beside him. As always, Richie was ruthless, but not over-bearing. He chimed in occasionally in Eddie and Stan's conversation, not wanting to take his attention away from the subject of his sexual teasing, all while slowly snaking his foot up Eddies leg. Obviously it didn't go unnoticed by Eddie, but he pretended to ignore it while shooting not so subtle glaces across the table at Richie. Richie made sure to keep eye contact when he pushed his foot up further, only to be met with a decent sized bulge in Eddie's trousers. He shifted his foot, and damn if it didn't make Eddie bolt in his seat and announce to the group that they were leaving early.

The car ride over was filled with groping, stolen kisses, and petting. Eddie was sure they nearly died at least twice on the way home.

Which brings them back to the the current situation.

Eddie forcefully reached over Richie's shoulder to slam the door shut, while using his knee to nudge Richie's legs apart. He let them go eagerly, in his mind, he was getting exactly what he wanted. That was, until his head was flung to the side, followed by a distinct stinging on his left cheek.

Eddie just fucking slapped him.

Fuck, that did something to him. It was like the shock traveled from his check straight to the dick. He had talked to Eddie about wanting these things during sex, but Eddie never agreed with much enthusiasm, so Richie stopped bringing it up. Eddie might have just opened a can of worms.

"Oh, Eds, what the fuck man?" Richie asked, growing harder in his pants by the second.

"Shit, I'm sorry, oh my god did I read the situation wrong?" Eddie's eyes were wide, he looked almost like he was going to cry.

"No! Fuck no, I just never expected nervous Eddie to grow a pair and finally hit me like a man."

"Oh my god Rich, this is so stupid-" Richie cut him off

"I liked it, a lot." His eyes darted between Eddie's worried eyes and his pouty lips. He wanted to kiss those lips so bad.

"Oh yeah?" That was what Eddie needed to gain his confidence back, he pushed his knee up against Richie's crotch to feel the hard heat still stuck under his dress pants.

"Shit," Richie rocked his hips against that pressure, putting on a show for Eddie and letting him know just how he felt about the situation. "Yeah," Richie darted his eyes back to Eddie's, observing his gaze. Eddie always got shy about eye contact while they had sex, which was a testament to his current temper considering he held Richie's eye contact with valor. Fuck, Richie must've gotten him real bothered with that stunt at the restaurant. "Eddie please,"

Eddie didn't say anything. He moved his face forward, feigning a kiss. Richie followed his lips, but Eddie kept just out of reach, until Richie tipped his head back in frustration and exposed his throat. Eddie began kissing under his chin, moving up to peck Richie's cheek where his palm had hit, before moving down to suck on his adam's apple. Richie swallowed, and could feel Eddie pinch his skin between his teeth before he was on the move again. He sunk down to his knees and started to finally work on getting Richie's pants out of the picture. Richie tilted his head down to watch.