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“One… Two… Fuck”
Richie reached up to wipe a chunk of sweaty hair out of his face before dropping to lay face down on the rug, his skin prickling where it presses against the ground. After a couple seconds, okay minutes, of rest he drags himself to his feet. Richie used to work out occasionally in college, mainly when he got hooked on a new jock and wanted an excuse to spend more time with him, but it’s been a long time since he had to do pushups. Richie didn’t know what he had been thinking when he had accepted his latest role.
The truth was the Richie really did want to play the gruff yet funny bodyguard but he hadn’t really thought about the fact that he also had to look the role now. The director was a nice enough woman who had suggested he begin to work out regularly but had also informed him that, unlike a lot of muscle men roles in Hollywood, he didn’t need to lose weight or have a defined six pack.
“You just need to look like you work out regularly and are an intimidating opponent. We aren’t here to force you into some ridiculous, superhero standard of fitness.”
So here Richie was, doing pushups every day and letting his hair grow out.
Richie jogged up the stairs to find some hairclips. Then he could get back to his workout. And maybe Eddie will be around to see, a part of him suggested coyly. It was a bit weird that that part of him spoke in Ben’s voice.
Despite Richie’s house having two bathrooms, only one of them had a shower and was located on the second floor. This room, therefore, was shared by him and Eddie. It also was where Richie kept all of his hair clips and elastics.
The handle didn’t turn when Richie tried it so Richie assumed Eddie must be in there. He sighed and slumped down the hall to his room to wait a few minutes.
Two hours later Richie remembered what he had initially came upstairs for. He dropped his phone onto the bed and returned to the bathroom door. It was locked again. What were the odds that Eddie was using the bathroom both times Richie thought to check? Richie decided to grab a snack from the kitchen and return immediately when he was finished.
Fifteen minutes after his second attempt to take the bathroom, Richie returned. The door was still firmly locked. Suddenly picturing Eddie lying on the tile floor and bleeding out from his head Richie rapped sharply on the door.
“Yes?” came a muffled voice through the door.
“You good in there?” Richie called back, less concerned now that he knew Eddie was conscious.
There was a shuffling sound and then Eddie’s voice said, “I’ll be out in like ten minutes.”
He was not, in fact, out in ten minutes.
Richie found a twist tie in the kitchen cupboard and decided to use that for his hair. An hour later, when his workout was complete, he headed back upstairs to change. The bathroom door was still conspicuously closed.
He knocked again and a strangled “Just a sec” caused him to stop short.
It was not unknown for Richie to have nightmares after Derry. Eddie also had the occasional bad dream, but, he was much more inclined to panic attacks while he was awake. The sudden image of Eddie curled up on the bathroom floor and hyperventilating refused to leave Richie’s mind. He paced the hallway twice, unsure of what to do, his own breathing speeding up as his fear for his best friend mounted. With a sudden burst of energy, Richie flung himself at the locked door with all his strength, his shoulder hitting the wood with a resounding thud even as the wood around the hinges splintered.
Richie fell through the door, the sudden lack of resistance throwing him off balance. Luckily, Eddie was not curled in a ball on the floor. He was in the shower.
It took Richie a few seconds to process what exactly he was seeing. Eddie was naked. Duh, he’s in the shower jackass, a Stan sounding voice said in Richie’s mind. Eddie was not exactly standing upright, upon closer inspection. Instead he was bent at the waist, his head tilted up to look at the figure of Richie in the broken doorway. Eddie’s face was very red and at first Richie thought of tears streaking down Eddie’s narrow face. But no. Eddie’s face was red from a mix of embarrassment and something else that Richie’s brain knew but couldn’t quite place. The flush was not just confined to Eddie’s face, however. It also spread down his body, drawing Richie’s eyes to the object stuck to the shower wall.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” Richie asked the room at large, eyes glued to the bright orange dildo bridging the gap between Eddie’s ass and the wall. Richie could feel his face going numb as blood rushed to more important places.
“IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!” Eddie yelled back. His hips twitched minutely and a faint groan escaped his lips. All of a sudden Richie wondered if he was dreaming. “OK MAYBE IT IS BUT WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU BREAK THE FUCKING DOOR DOWN?!” The sound leaving Eddie’s mouth sounded garbled to Richie’s ears as the naked man seemed to desperately try to fill the silence.
Richie’s bare feet were glued to the cold, tile floor. His eyes had now found their way to the heavy weight of Eddie’s cock, angry red and dripping onto the shower floor. Richie suddenly wondered how long without oxygen he could go before he passed out as he surely was not breathing.
Finally, his lungs opened and he gasped again, nearly choking on air.
“Why?” he forced out in a puff of air. “Why have you been doing this for over three hours?”
“Four,” Eddie said under his breath.
“Four,” Richie repeated numbly.
Eddie huffed and averted his face, flushed to the tips of his ears.
“I just can’t, well. I can’t. Get. It.” Eddie tapered off awkwardly. “I can’t find my prostate.” A violent cringe accompanied the word prostate that almost made Richie want to laugh.
Despite the humor of the situation, Richie could not shake the idea of Eddie dutifully fucking himself on a fake penis for four hours, desperately trying to find that little button that would make him cum. Richie felt hot all over, like he needed to wriggle out of his own skin. Instead of a laugh a moan fought its way out of Richie’s mouth, much too obvious to be played of as anything else.
Eddie’s head jerked and he stared at Richie, his eyes so wide they seemed to take up half his face. Richie could see the fallout before it happened. He could imagine Eddie packing his bags frantically and leaving, never to return. He could see the other losers faces upon discovering how much of a pervert he was. His stomach roiled in a way it hadn’t done while he was awake in months.
But Eddie didn’t run out of the room like Richie had expected. Instead he sank all the way back on the dildo with a faint huff, his face going soft in a way Richie hadn’t seen before. He pumped his hips a few more times, almost frantically, and then stopped and sighed in frustration. He caught Richie’s eye and there was a sparkle of mischief there that made Richie’s cock twitch in his sweatpants.
“Can you help me, Rich?” Eddie moaned. And the man arched his back and wiggled his hips playfully, all the while pouting up at Richie with a practiced innocence that Richie didn’t believe for a heartbeat. Richie had lived long enough to know when he was being seduced and he wasn’t stupid enough to not take the opportunity provided.
“Pull off that cock, baby, and I’ll give you a better one,” Richie said, reaching out to brush his fingers over the hollow of Eddie’s collarbone. Eddie reached out and held onto Richie’s forearms to stabilize himself, stopping to give them a cursory squeeze, before using Richie as leverage to pull himself off of the dildo, which, now that Richie had gotten a good look at it was, straight and thick, around five inches long.
Richie turned his gaze back to the man before him, helping him straighten up from his cramped position and reveling in the fact that Eddie’s cock was still hard even as he stared hungrily at the bulge in Richie’s pants.
“Let’s do this somewhere more comfortable,” Richie said, feeling almost shy despite the fact that he wasn’t the naked one in this situation. Eddie brought his strong arms around Richie’s neck and hooked at the back and Richie turned his head to nibble at the point where his bulging bicep met his elbow joint, causing Eddie to yelp in surprise.
“Pick me up, idiot,” Eddie griped and Richie did as he commanded, feeling Eddie’s feet hook together behind his back. Richie gripped Eddie’s firm ass and rubbed, eliciting another moan from the man in his arms. Richie could feel the slick sensation of lube all along Eddie’s crack and he quickly slipped a finger, then two, then three, into Eddie’s stretched out hole. Eddie moaned loudly directly into Richie’s ear and wriggled in his arms, rubbing his swollen cock against the fabric of Richie’s shirt and smearing it with precum.
“I thought you were taking me to your room,” Eddie griped, but the breathless quality of his voice belied his arousal.
“Of course I am darlin’,” Richie replied. “But I can’t leave you empty all the way there. A whore like you needs to be full all the time.” He wasn’t sure where the sudden burst of confidence was coming from but from the startled groan Eddie let out at his words it was not unwelcome.
His fingers still filling Eddie’s ass, Richie carried Eddie down the hallway to his room, supporting him with his other arm and pumping his wrist gently to keep Eddie looking like a helpless mess in his arms.
With a sudden thrust of his fingers Eddie let out a high pitched scream and bit down hard on the muscle of Richie’s shoulder, his body tensing in Richie’s arms as a large spurt of precum drenched Richie’s shirt.
“Looks like I found what you’re looking for,” Richie said low in Eddie’s ear, causing him to shiver in Richie’s arms. Eddie then tipped his face up and kissed Richie hard as he continued to rub against Eddie’s prostate. Richie felt like his brain would melt out his ears. If he thought getting to see Eddie naked and turned on was a dream come true it didn’t hold a candle to kissing the man he loved.
Suddenly in a hurry but unable to remove himself from Eddie’s bruising kisses, Richie managed to carry Eddie to the edge of his bed. He removed his fingers from Eddie’s ass and gently lowered him to the mattress, kneeling over him and attempting to devour his mouth with kisses. Richie felt like he had just gotten off one of the spinning rides at the fair but without the telltale nausea. He felt hungrier than he had ever been. Eddie was mumbling sweet things against his lips and arching up off the bed in a blatant attempt to connect their bodies beyond their lips.
Suddenly Richie felt sure that if they kept kissing like this he would surely admit his love for Eddie and a stab of fear knocked the air from his lungs. Sharply Richie pulled back and manhandled Eddie around on the bed until he was face down and his lovely ass was up in the air and facing Richie. Richie had never expected that Eddie would be so pliant in bed, always assuming the shorter man would be a bossy top or a dominant bottom. Eddie simply spread his legs wide for Richie and tilted his hips up, displaying his slick, puffy hole for Richie to see, his heavy balls and cock swung between his thighs like forbidden fruit.
Richie brought his head down and licked from the tip of Eddie’s cock to the junction where it met his balls, surprised to realize that Eddie was completely hairless from the root of his cock to his tailbone. The idea of Eddie waxing around his asshole sent electric shocks down Richie’s spine and he moaned against the plush skin of Eddie’s balls. Eddie squirmed under him, his moans muffled by the blankets.
“Look at this pretty picture I have before me,” Richie growled, rubbing his face into Eddie’s crotch from behind, his hot breath and stubble teasing against the overstimulated flesh.
Richie slapped Eddie’s ass twice, watching the skin flush and jiggle up close. Eddie groaned and wiggled his hips, seeking more contact with Richie. At that, Richie sucked both of Eddie’s full balls into his mouth, sucks at the squishy skin and pressing at the taut testes with his tongue, rubbing his face hard against Eddie. He felt as if he was trying to meld with Eddie until their cells lived between each other and they were some sort of symbiotic creature.
Richie remembered his fear in Derry of the werewolf with his own name. The constant struggle for control suddenly seemed so far from him that it was floating off into space. He bit and sucked hickeys onto Eddie’s thighs and ass, even nipping and the skin of Eddie’s taint. In that moment he felt like a wild beast, hungry and in love. He brought his mouth to Eddie’s asshole, the soft skin of his cheeks surrounding him and he pressed forward, licking at the stretched hole and tasting lube and skin and Eddie. He sucked at the rim, making Eddie cry out and buck back against Richie. He pressed closer and stretched his tongue into Eddie’s body, licking and moaning at places that he had never expected Eddie to let him enter.
Despite Eddie’s hang-ups surrounding cleanliness, he didn’t seem to mind the messiness of the act Richie was performing on him. He reached back, his chest pressed flat against the bed without him arms to hold him up, leaving him even more open for Richie’s plundering. Eddie gripped hard into Richie’s hair and pulled him closer, his fingers slick with both their sweat as he rolled his hips back against Richie’s face.
Richie was wet from the bottom of his chin to his hairline with spit and lube, his stubble scraping against Eddie’s already abused his and his mouth wide open, tongue thrusting messy and desperate. He rubbed at himself through the fabric of his sweatpants and moaned and maybe even cried against Eddie. This was the bossy Eddie he had expected, rutting back against Richie’s face and using him for his pleasure, an incomprehensible string of curses and praise spilling out of his mouth.
“Oh, Fuck. Richie,” He yelled into the sheets. “I need your big fucking cock inside me right now. It’s all I can think about, baby. I love you so much, Richie, please. Please, please, please just fuck me.”
These words seemed to sink into Richie’s brain and he pulled back, Eddie’s hands limply letting go of his hair. He wasn’t sure how genuine Eddie’s love declaration was but he sure wasn’t going to disobey a direct order.
“Get on your back, sweetheart,” Richie said, his voice coming out husky and soft.
Eddie rolled over, his face finally visible to Richie. His face was red and his lips puffy and wet, drool running down his chin. The most beautiful man in the world, Richie thought. He expected that Eddie would not want him to kiss him now that he had had his mouth all over his asshole, but Eddie surprised him by tugging him close and kissing him tenderly on the mouth, his strong legs bracketing Richie’s hips and making his chest swell with a feeling of love and safety.
Pulling back, Richie whispered, “I love you too,” against Eddie’s lips, tears prickling at the back of his eyes as he waited to be shoved off. They were so close that Richie could feel Eddie’s mouth twitch up into a smile before he kissed Richie again.
“Then instead of fucking me,” he whispered back. “Maybe you could make love to me.”
Richie felt a sob shake its way out of his chest as he nodded, his hair brushing against Eddie’s cheeks where it hung like a curtain, hiding them from the outside world like the walls of the hammock they had played in as children.
Eddie pulled him down and he lay flat against Eddie’s chest as the tears heaved out of his body. Eddie was shaking too and when Richie looked between desperate kisses he saw that Eddie’s eyes were wet and red too.
When the moment had run its course Richie peeled himself off of Eddie and quickly stripped out of his clothes. Eddie whistled in appreciation and tugged his knees up to his chest, the same seductive look from the bathroom returning to his face. Richie groaned at the sight and quickly dug a bottle of lube out of his nightstand and coated his cock in it as quickly as he could. Then he sat back on his heels and tugged Eddie’s toned ass up into his lap, rubbing his thumb on the raw skin where his face had been and circling the rosy hole. Eddie shivered under his hands but he kept his eyes fixed on Richie with an intensity that would have scared Richie if he were anyone else. With Eddie the intensity felt right, like this was how they were always going to end up.
“My cum is gonna look so good leaking out of here,” Richie said, watching the way Eddie’s face flushed as he spoke. Richie then guided himself into Eddie’s hole, his fingers pressing into the bruises he had made on the backs of his thighs while he slowly entered into the heat of Eddie’s body. Eddie’s mouth fell open and his eyes went wide as he was slowly filled.
“Holy shit,” he groaned Richie made it to the halfway point. “You really are something.”
Richie felt his cheeks flush as he set his jaw and oh so slowly pressed on into tight channel of Eddie’s hole.
Finally, he felt his hips meet Eddie’s plump ass and he stayed still, panting slightly with the effort. Looking at Eddie’s face, his brow furrowed in concentration but not pain, he slowly tilted his hips until he felt Eddie’s breath hitch with sudden sensation. Richie then pulled out and thrust in sharply at that same angle, knocking loud moan out of Eddie. Richie repeated the motion as Eddie got louder with each thrust, his eyes rolling back and his neck twisting with pleasure. Richie felt sort of smug as he wrung noises of pleasure out of the man he loved.
“Is this better than your dildo, babe?” he asked, causing Eddie to nod frantically and moan something that sounded like “don’t stop”.
Richie didn’t stop. He fucked the blissed out man hard, fast, and with an unfaltering precision that he was suddenly glad he had learned over the years. He watched Eddie like he had never watched someone else in bed before, his eyes transfixed on the beauty before him as Eddie writhed and pinched at his own nipples with an abandon that made Richie feel that same wildness from before.
Suddenly wanting some part of Eddie in his mouth he dragged one leg up and onto his shoulder, nipping and biting at the flesh of his calf to muffle his own desperate moans. Eddie’s eyes snapped open and he stared back at Richie with a hunger that matched Richie’s own. Eddie began to buck back against each thrust, screaming as each one nailed his prostate.
“You have no idea how slutty you look on my dick, babe,” Richie groaned. “Even sluttier than when I walked in on you fucking your desperate hole in our shared bathroom. Fuck.”
Eddie lost all control at these words and began to writhe, his body arching as he came so hard that it coated Richie’s bare chest and some even hit his chin. The sight combined with Eddie’s fucked out hole fluttering and clenching around Richie’s cock was enough to drive Richie entirely into that animalistic mode. He fucked Eddie hard and fast, without precision, while the man whimpered weakly beneath, fingernails digging into the skin of his arms. It took less than a minute for Richie to tip over the edge himself, pumping hot cum into Eddie’s abused hole.
Richie pulled out and watched as his cum spilled onto the bright red skin around Eddie’s asshole. Eddie’s cock was still hard, despite the orgasm, and he looked so sexy still that Richie couldn’t stop himself from fucking his cum back into Eddie’s body with his fingers, watching Eddie moan and writhe at the overstimulation until suddenly his body went tight and his cock spurted out another load of cum across his own stomach.
Once Eddie had recovered from his second orgasm he pulled Richie’s fingers out of his tender hole and dragged him down to lay in a sticky pile together, kissing lazily and whispering their love for each other against their sweaty skin.
“I guess I could be doing this instead of pushups every day,” Richie groaned. “I think I pulled at least ten muscles.”
Eddie smacked his shoulder.
“I’m the one who was on that fake dick for four hours before you came to ravage me. I may never walk again.”
The two agreed that they were a bit too old to be doing something so intense every day but Richie could tell from Eddie’s wild grin that neither of them cared all that much. They were just happy to love each other.