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“Alright I got them!” Beverly excitedly exclaimed. As she stepped out the store holding up one box and carrying two others against her stomach and chest, trying to balance them.
“Bout fucking time Beaver, Jesus seriously I mean you couldn’t have taken any longer”, Richie complained while riding his bike in circles in the parking lot just outside of the store.
“Well i didn’t know there was so many brands of beer, gosh. Plus! It takes lots of skills to flirt your way into not getting carded.” Beverly snapped back as approached the rest of the group.
“Yeah, okay let’s just get back to Richie’s, I don’t want my parents to hear about this, they’d probably kill me, and i mean literally!” Stanley yelled with very obvious anxiety. Hearing this, Beverly placed one case of beer into the front basket of her bike and the other two cases on Ben’s bike.
“Yeah it’s already getting dark as shit and i’m not going to have anyone get hurt” Eddie quickly said, backing up Stanley.
“Hurry up then slow pokes!” Richie shouted as he already started to peddle towards his house and the rest of the losers biked behind him, trying to catch up.
As soon as they reached Richie’s house they clattered their bikes onto the front lawn leaving them in a messy metal pile. Beverly and Ben had put their kickstands down so they could grab the beer.
“Uh d-do you guys need any he-help” Bill mumbled.
“No, we got it” Ben replied. A hint of jealousy peeked through but Bill nor Beverly seemed to notice. Ben covered up his jealousy with a small smile which must’ve satisfied Bill because he headed towards the front door and went inside with the rest of them. The two stumbled a bit with the added weight but made into the house, then into the living room. They both placed all the beer down onto the living room table.
“Now t-that’s a-a lot of beer,” Bill remarked with a smile and an astonished expression.
“Yeah well the real question is who’s drinking first?” Richie said with a laugh. All the losers looked at each other with inquisitive stares waiting for someone to speak up. None of them really drank much, at least not that they knew of.
“Alright then, I guess it’s me,” Richie shrugged. He pulled two beers out and held one out to Eddie. Eddie stared hesitantly and he reluctantly reached out his hand to take the bottle.
“Come on Eds don’t be nervous” Richie teasingly said as he twisted the top off and took a big drink. His face twisted a bit as he swallowed but he took another drink. With that Eddie followed and took a sip.
“Oh God this tastes like ass!” Eddie said, revulsed.
“Not like you’d know what that tastes like,” Richie taunted.
“pfft I know what your moms tastes like, you dick.”
All the losers laughed and they had finally all grabbed their drinks. Each one made a face of disgust with the first drink but they eventually eased into the flavor.
“Eugh t-this is wors-se than I-I even i-imagined
“Oh come on Bill, it’s not that bad, you just gotta not think about it “ Beverly giggled.
“That s-seems impossible” Bill said, his voice strained with disgust.
“Yeah i gotta admit it’s pretty bad,” Ben sounds like he could nearly gag.
“Fuckin’ Rookies” Richie joked.
“Ok do you even drink Richie?” Stanley said with an attitude.
“More than you think Stanley boy.”
Stanley only replied with an eye roll and turned on the TV to some stupid movie none of them really cared for.
***
After about an hour Bill was on his fifth drink, Beverly on her seventh, Ben quit after his second, Mike stopped after one, Stanley on his fourth, Eddie was sipping slow on his third, but Richie was in the lead and on his tenth. They were all still transfixed on the TV and arranged in a series of positions in living room. Bill lied down on the couch with his body facing the TV even though the couch was pressed against the wall, facing the wall parallel to it. Beverly was sitting under Bill’s legs. Ben sat next to Beverly but leaned against Mike who sat on the other side of Ben and had himself perched against the armrest of the couch. Eddie sat in large arm chair that was placed diagonally but still facing the TV. Richie sat on the armrest next to but slightly above Eddie, which was surprisingly comfortable. Stanley had pulled a chair from the kitchen and sat next to Bill.
“Wait Richie are your parents gonna come home soon, because I don’t really don’t wanna be seen like this because then they could tell my mom and I would never be allowed outside and i’m barely allowed outside anyways bu-“ Eddie was quickly cut off by Richie’s hand covering his mouth.
“Relaxxxx Eds, my mom said that she wasn’t coming home for like three days and my dad’s been in and out the house like forever so neither of them are gonna be here.” Richie slurred his words a bit and the alcohol was obvious when he spoke. He uncaringly grinned and shook Eddie’s head back and forth lightly. After, he finally removed his hand from the other boy’s mouth.
“Ew gross! Do you know how many germs you probably just got on me from your hand? Your hands are one of the dirtiest parts of your body! I probably already got some sort of rare disease from you doing that.”
“Yeah, yeah whatever you say cutie” Richie giggled while lightly pinching Eddie’s cheek. Eddie only scoffed, mumbling something that sounded like ‘whatever’ and turned back to the TV.
Is it weird that I called him cute? No… I mean I should think that because if I didn’t, that would mean I think he’s ugly and that’s rude. And a lie. He’s not ugly at all. Ok why am I even making this a thing. I say that all the time. You’re just drunk, you idiot.
Richie found himself no longer able to focus on the TV and instead found himself staring at Eddie. Richie allowed his hands to mindlessly go to Eddies head start messing with his hair. Lightly running his fingers through it and just feeling his hair which he thought was rather soft. Sinking his hands deeper into his straight hair just to feel his skull. Eddie had finally realized what was happening and turned his head towards the taller boy.
God he looks really good. Richie thought, and he thought about that hard. The small part of Richie’s mind that was sober instantly fanned the thought away and replaced it with a feeling of embarrassment.
“Dude, you alright”Eddie asked. With an eyebrow raised and a slight blush that was barely noticeable.
“hah yea,” He spoke breathily and very obviously not fully present. Richie, still in his own world, trailed his hand from the other boys head down the back of his neck making its way to his adam’s apple. Running his finger in circles over it, gently and softly. Then moving down to his collarbone. He Felt the divets and his bones like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Richie laughed to himself a little. He thought how stupid and weird he was being. He cleared his throat a bit before speaking up.
“Scoot over yeah?”
“What? I’m sitting here, there’s space by Ben!? Go sit there.”
Richie moved his hand up to Eddies chin and grabbed it lightly, just enough to turn his head and make them face each other. As the boy with glasses hunched over just a bit, he lifted Eddie’s head a bit higher. Soon, they were so close they could see every detail in each other’s faces.
“You make it seem like a crime that i wanna be close to you,” Richie said with a lazy drunk grin and a tone that sounded almost like flirting. Eddies eyebrows raised in surprise. He instantly folded and broke eye contact. Quickly, he turned his head back towards the TV and nodded as he scooted over, making enough room for Richie. Eddie’s and Richie’s legs were now tangled and they sat slightly diagonal so they could both fit. It was a snug fit but Richie enjoyed it, he always enjoyed being with Eddie. Eddie took a big drink of his beer and swallowed hard almost seeming nervous. Richie watched with intensity as Eddie’s adams apple bobbed when he swallowed and the way the liquid visibly went down his throat. Richie went to take a drink himself but realized he was empty. He groaned in annoyance since he had just gotten comfortable and stood up to get himself another. Once he stood it was only then that realized he was pretty drunk, especially by the way everything slightly tilted and he swayed a bit when he stood.
“Ha! somebody’s gotta cut you off.” Eddie joked when he noticed his friend’s strange behavior.
“Huh. Oh n-no i’m good, just grabbing another. You want one?” Richie sounded drunk even to his own ears.
“Why not” Eddie shrugged. Richie stumbled toward the kitchen accidentally bumping into the wall but successfully making his way back. He fixed himself back into his original position but found it was no longer comfortable like it was before. He didn’t care enough to move, just twisted the top off and took a few big gulps. Soon he was done with his beer again and headed back to the kitchen for another. He plopped back down even more uncomfortable but still not paying too much attention to it. He looked back at Eddie and soon he couldn’t find it in himself to look away. Eddie yelled risk and safety violations at the TV like it was his own version of yelling at football plays like a dad on Sunday. Richie took in every feature of his. Completely mesmerized, he found himself finger-walking up Eddies shoulder. He had no idea why he was doing it, he just wanted to. Eddie turned to face Richie. Richie was sure Eddie has said something he was just too focused on what he was doing and way too drunk to hear what was said so all that came out of him was a small ‘mhmm’. Eddie shook Richie’s shoulder and that seemed to finally snap him out of the weird trance he was in.
“Richie? I’m talking to you.”
“Oh uhh what?” Richie looked at him with raised eyebrows and glazed eyes. His mouth was slightly open and there was no doubt that he was very drunk.
“I asked if you were alright like five times.”
“Yeah for sure,” Richie nodded even though he hardly comprehended what was asked and he was very obviously staring at Eddie’s lips. His lips were fairly thin but tempting. He stared all the fine lines in his lower lip. He stared at the perfect curve of his cupids bow on his top lip. The way his lips were curved upwards at the end, forming a small, growing smile
“Dude, your completely fucked!” Eddie laughed pretty loud. Billy looked over as well as Ben, Mike, and Stanley. They all laughed and asked him if he was okay which he responded with yes but was very obviously heavily intoxicated. Richie saw that Beverly was sleeping and laughed a bit. He very quickly turned his focus back to Eddie who was already looking at him and grinning. Richie smiled at the sight and shuffled in the seat to get more comfortable. He now sat with his legs over Eddies. Once again, his hands betrayed him and reached just to feel his arm.
“Yeah Richie, you’re a really touchy drunk and I don’t know how to feel about it,” Eddie laughed with a very questioning stare.
“Can’t help the fact I just can’t keep my hands off you Eds,” Richie grinned as he trailed one of his hands up to the other’s neck again, just feeling it.
“And he’s p-pretty f-flirty too,” Bill butted into the conversation. Richie laughed with the comment, he pretty much laughed at everything right now since that’s the stage of drunk-ness he had reached. Eddie reached his own hand up to move Richie’s but he stayed firm on what he wanted and where he wanted to be.
“whatever,” Eddie said defeatedly. Richie’s hand moved up to Eddies jawline and traced it back and forth gently with his thumb. Eddie had finished his drink by now and was just holding it in his hands. Eventually, Richie had noticed that it was empty.
“You want me to get you another one sweetheart?” Richie giggly asked.
“Okay one: Dont call me that. Two: No.”
“You sure ?” Richie questioned further and placed his hand on the other side of his head and turned his head so they could look at each other.
“I’m sure Richie. God you are really touchy.”
“Do you really mind it though?”
Eddie didn’t answer and continued to watch the TV.
“Cmon Eds, don’t ignore meee” Richie sounded like a child begging. Even still Eddie didn’t say anything
“Pleaseeeee Babyyyy” Richie was laughing at himself because he knew this would probably get his attention. Eddie still stayed looking at the TV with a smug look on his face. Knowing that Richie only wanted reaction and he wasn’t going to give it to him. Richie grabbed Eddies both shoulders and pulled him closer.
“Eds pleaseee?” Richie was like a puppy begging for a treat. Eddie being very stubborn, kept his head turned toward the TV and leaned back once Richie had let go of his shoulders.
“Fuck you, you dick, fine, ignore me. I didn’t want to talk to you anyways” Richie lightly smacked the side of Eddies head. Which finally made Eddie look at him. He was very clearly annoyed but still fighting back a smile. Richie instantly smiled at finally being acknowledged again.
“I knew you couldn’t resist me for long.”
“You’re so not funny.”
“hah! you’re cute Eds.” Eddie then hit him in the head back, knocking off his glasses.
He really is fucking cute. what?! STOP IT RICHIE. God what the hell that’s your friend. But he does look good. Stop. Now. Richie was fighting his own mind and staring at Eddie again. I want to be closer. Omg you’re fucking close enough. Stop being weird with him. Be. Normal.
The sober part of his brain was so minuscule at this point it had practically no power over him and only existed in his thoughts. Richie sat up a bit and leaned towards him. He placed his hand on Eddies shoulder once again and moved down to his chest. He rubbed his hand in circles and found his sternum. He stayed fixed there again, running his fingers over his bones, feeling each one through his shirt.
This is nice, reeaaaally fucking nice haha. Feeling your best friend’s bones through his shirt..? That’s nice? You’re being weird dude. No it’s not weirddd. I just like it. Ya because you’re a creep. No i’m not just shut up, jeez.
Richie traced down the middle of his body until he got to his ribs. Richie was practically hypnotized by feeling each bone. Richie massaged, rubbed, and traced every bone until he could basically memorize them. Richie’s hand fell further to Eddies hip bone. It wasn’t weird he just wanted to feel his friend. He could figure out why it was such a need for him. He just kept pressing down onto the bone. He just couldn’t keep his eyes or hands off Eddie. Obviously not in like a weird way. Right..?
Richie i’m telling you this is weird. Holy fuck no it’s not weird. You’re literally feeling up on Eddie, thats weird. He’s hot. WHAT?! What the fuck. no no no no! Richie’s entire brain short circuited and his hand abruptly came to a stop. His body went rigid at the thought he just had and felt almost guilty. The feeling of Richie tense up made Eddie look over. Eddie said something that Richie completely disregarded. He was completely lost in his thoughts. Richie what the fuck was THAT? oh my god. Do not even touch him. He’s saying something. Don’t look at him. You can’t ignore him?! Stop! Oh God. Oh Godddd.
“Richie!”
“Y-yeah?” Richie looked like he’d been caught. Oh he knows what I was thinking. He’s gonna hate me for being a creep.
“S-Sorry?” Eddie said and gave him a nervous look.
Huh? why was Eddie apologizing? I was the one who was thinking weird things? I’m supposed to be apologizing to him.
“huh? W-what?” Richie looked less guilty and more confused. Eddie looked down the back at Richie. Richie followed down to where Eddie had looked and realized why he apologized. Eddie was… hard?
wait WHAT?? This is not what I expected. Okay i’m confused. Really. Fucking. Confused.
“Oh shit. I-I I’m sorry Eds I didn’t even notice.”
“Yes you did. Don’t lie, thats why you stopped.”
“N-no i just got lost in thought for a sec. I didn’t mean to, sorry. I-I, Shit.”
“No i’m sorry it’s just weird. Fuck. Shit. I’m sorry Rich.” Eddies eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were slightly turned into a grimace and his eyes showed all the words he wouldn’t say. Richie suddenly felt a new found confidence come over him, pushing him to continue, but he still wasn’t quite sure what exactly Eddie thought.
oh. oh. I did that. Richie that’s not a flex. You need to calm down like right the fuck now. and do NOT say anything stupid.
“D-Did I do that?”
You said something stupid. Of course.
“Well no shit.” Eddie nervously glanced over to the rest of the group, relieved seeing Billy and Stan fell asleep but Mike and Ben were whispering to each other but still watching TV.
“Really?” Richie smiled a bit and felt proud in a strange way.
“Yes. Really.” Eddie had an attitude like always which made Richie smile even more.
“Don’t fucking laugh. You’re so not funny Rich.” Richie was emboldened by this and went back to trace over Eddies ribs again.
“Sorry, by the way. You know if i like… made it weird.” Richie suddenly apologized as he felt guilty once more.
“No it’s fine, it’s not your fault. I mean it is your fault but- ok I need to stop talking. I definitely feel the beers I had.” Eddies eyebrows were drawn up and he looked panicked but only in all the right ways. Richie giggled at Eddies embarrassment, feeling a bit confident again.
“Yeah I definitely feel all the beers I had too.”
“I can tell.”
“You can?”
“Yeah you’re being all touchy and you’re definitely not talking normally.” Richie was taken aback by this, he hadn’t really thought about how noticeable it was to others. Could everyone see right through him? Did they see right through him? Was he too obvious? Richie didn’t even want to think about what he was so ‘obvious’ about. When it came to himself, he just couldn’t accept it, it wasn’t right. But he couldn’t say that this, being like this with Eddie, didn’t feel right. Because it definitely did.
Richie’s hand dropped to his hip again. He was confused himself as to why he would keep doing that after seeing what it did to Eddie but he continued. Eddie stared at Richie but Richie payed no mind, still grazing over the hip bone. Richie heard Eddie let out a shaky sigh. Richie looked up, puppy eyed and uncertain. Eddies mouth was slightly agape and he looked a bit uncertain as well. Richie’s hand strayed further from his hip closer to his lower abdomen, still following the bone and pressing down to feel it. Eventually he could no longer feel the bone but was still running his fingers over his skin that was slightly exposed. Richie noticed Eddie was completely hard and it looked almost painful.
Do not even THINK about it Richie. But it looks like it hurts. He can take care of it himself. But it’d be more fun if i helped him? Are you serious? For fucks sake that’s your friend!? Exactly! My friend who needs help. Oh God you’re unbelievable.
Richie looked up at Eddie once more. Eddie’s face turned a flushed red and he was staring at Richie expectantly. Richie was clearly not of sober mind because without alcohol in his system, there was absolutely zero way he’d ever do this. Richie glanced over to see that Ben and Mike were half asleep still immersed in the TV. Richie slowly dragged his hand down and just lightly placed his hand over Eddies boner. Richie saw Eddie’s mouth fall slightly more open and his eyes showed something more like desire rather than fear. Richie slowly started tracing the outline of his clothed dick. Eddie sighed at the feeling. Both boys were too nervous to speak up. Until Richie got a little bolder and started softly palming Eddie through his pants. Eddie whined a little and lightly bit his lip. Richie continued the motion softly until realizing he felt a strain against his own pants. This drove him to press a little harder but go even slower. Eddie felt the change instantly and clenched his jaw. Eddie tilted his head back and unknowingly started to slowly grind against Richie’s hand in need of more friction. A small, barely audible groan escaped from Eddie lips. It was so quiet barely Richie could hear it. But he definitely heard it. And if he wasn’t hard before, he definitely was now.
Richie’s eyes flicked up to see Eddies eyes staring back at him. Eddie was visibly trying to keep his composure but his hips twitched and his breath caught. The stimulation wasn’t enough but too much all at the same time. Richie abruptly came to a stop which left Eddie confused but mainly frustrated.
The lack of pleasure made Eddie practically whine, “The fuck Rich?”
Richie only laughed at his remark as he sneakily peeked over his shoulder once again to see that all the others were asleep. Richie looked back at Eddie mischievously as he adjusted himself to lean back a bit more. Richie smiled and bit his lip lightly as he started rubbing himself through his own pants. Richie bit his lip a bit harder then his mouth fell open. His eyes shut and he laughed a bit. He opened his eyes to look back Eddie who looked surprised himself. He slowed his pace a bit so he could speak properly.
“W-what Eds? Were you enjoying yourself a little too much?” Richie teased.
“Fuck you dude.”
“If you really want you.” Richie taunted. As he made a complete stop to the slight stimulation he was giving himself. He smiled a stupid drunken smile and leaned back a bit more.
“And what if I said I did want to,” Eddie hastily replied. Richie’s smile faltered and his eyebrows raised shock. Usually I’m the one flirting. Oh fuck, I might pass the fuck out. No you’re not, just calm down. Holy shit! Did he actually say that? Holy Fuck. You gotta say something you fucking idiot!
Richie was grinning again and almost yelled once he spoke, “Wait what?”
“What if I did want to?”
“I wouldn’t stop you.”