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Smut

By reddieforlove on Ao3

Eddie has a problem. To fix it, he goes to extreme measures and calls a phone sex hotline. Little does he know that the person who he matches up with will change everything.
Part four

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"Am I the weirdest client you've ever had?" Eddie asked.

Richie let out a snort on the other end.

"Not by a long shot, cutie."

Eddie frowned a little.

"How many clients have you had never actually orgasm on the phone with you?" he questioned.

It was easier to talk about. Richie, at Eddie's request, had started speaking more bluntly and more like himself. Amazingly enough, his never ending supply of dirty jokes and innuendos managed to put Eddie more at ease than he could have expected. It became easier to refer to sex and orgasms and even his own anatomy now that Richie had been unleashed.

"I guess you win that one," Richie said, music floating over the phone as he spoke with Eddie.

It sounded like it didn't come from this decade, which didn't surprise Eddie at all.

"But you're not the weirdest one," he said.

"Who beats me?" Eddie demanded to know.

"You really don't want me to tell you that," Richie warned him.

"Yes I do."

"I promise you don't."

"Fucking tell me, Richie."

"One guy, a regular caller for a while, only ever called to hear me piss in a toilet. Came hard every fucking time."

Eddie stared in horror at his bedroom ceiling, disgust at the mere thought of it sinking in.

"I really didn't want to know that," he said.

"I told you," Richie sang, sounding so blasé about it that Eddie wondered if anything really surprised him anymore.

"Tell me about your mom," Richie said one day as Eddie kept him on speaker while he worked on a paper for his anatomy class.

Of course Richie had no shortage of jokes to go with that particular subject, telling him all about how he could teach Eddie everything he needed to know about anatomy, including some completely false yet interesting anatomical terms that had Eddie laughing until his stomach ached.

"Why?" Eddie said quietly.

"Because I think you need to," Richie told him.

He had guessed early on that Sonia Kaspbrak was the one to make Eddie so afraid of his own sexuality. Richie kept his jokes about Eddie's mom to a minimum but they slipped out every once in a while. He apologized at first until Eddie reminded him of the kid gloves clause and Richie stopped worrying about it as much.

"You know most of it," he said.

"Do I?" Richie asked.

No, he didn't.

"She made me think I was sick," Eddie said, setting down his pencil.

"I know about that," Richie said.

"No," he said. "You really don't."

That was how Richie learned about Munchausen syndrome by proxy and how it could affect the child in the situation. Eddie didn't pull his punches, giving Richie details and telling him about the placebos and the doctor visits. All the times he missed school. All the lectures about cleanliness. Everything leading up to his mother finding out that he was gay and sobbing and wailing for days, guilting him for being dirty and sick and vile. Begging him to let her fix him. Trying to send him away to a conversion camp three states away where his friends couldn't help him. That was the final straw , Eddie told Richie. That was when I left . He hadn't seen his mother in years. Yet she still left her mark on him. He was still struggling to overcome her conditioning.

"I'm sorry, baby," Richie murmured over the phone as tears slipped down Eddie's cheeks. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," Eddie said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I have you."