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oldguybones · 4 years

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#2 for reddie or stanlon?

*Brief NSFW ahead*

Being famous had its pros and cons; Richie learned most of them easily enough during his quick rise to fame. Pros. He had a unique opportunity that many people did get in life to do what he loved for a living. He got to meet a lot of different people and see a lot of interesting places. Cons. Privacy was no longer something people thought he was entitled to. And some of the people he met took being a fan to a scary new level. Richie never thought he’d ever be famous enough to have people obsessing over him like they did.

But they sure did.

Richie enjoyed attention and he always had, always trying to make people laugh whether it was through a prank, or a well crafted joke, or a shitty pun. Richie loved it all. But even he had a point where he felt threatened by the amount of attention he received from people sometimes. At one point, his manager decided to start screening his fanmail, breaking Richie’s promise to always handle it personally. It became too much though. Both physically and metaphorically.

It wasn’t long before his manager started noticing a pattern in his fanmail. The same person wrote to Richie every single day. Whoever this person was they wrote some of the most obsessive, depraved things. At least that’s what his manager told him while justifying his recent hiring of a bodyguard to stay with Richie “24/7”.

Richie wasn’t sure how he felt about that. On one hand, a little extra safety was never a bad idea and surely it was just a simple precaution. But on the other hand, it stripped him of the remaining sliver of privacy he did have.

“Better that than dead, Richie,” his manager had all but snapped at him.

Richie found that hard to argue with so he did his best to welcome the idea. It became much easier to warm up to when he met the man that would be protecting him. Richie could be prone to overstating things, it was a flaw that he was well aware. Somehow, though, it didn’t feel like an overstatement to say that his new bodyguard was the single most attractive person he had ever seen in his twenty-eight years of life.

He had light brown hair and eyes of a similar color. They were soft, but they had seen their share of shit too, Richie could tell. His skin was lightly tanned, a sparse splatter of freckles across his nose and cheeks, among them a small scar running from just under his eye to the middle of his cheek. He was on the shorter side and not ridiculously muscular, but Richie could tell that this man could tell him down in a heartbeat and there was nothing Richie wanted more.

He spent months shamelessly flirting with his new bodyguard. The man, Eddie as he went by, would roll his eyes and scoff, but he never turned around fast enough to hide the smile and/or laugh he couldn’t hold back. They had a couple moments here and there that would find them in close proximity.

They were walking through a venue to get backstage to start preparing for the show. Eddie was walking in front of him, like he always did to keep an eye out for threats. Richie tried really hard to keep his gaze off of Eddie’s ass, but it was hard. He was only human and Eddie had an incredible body. To say that Richie had a small crush would be a massive understatement.

At that moment, Richie wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings and ended up walking right into Eddie, who had stopped in the middle of the hallway quite suddenly. Richie was opening his mouth to question it when Eddie spun around and planted both of his hands on Richie’s chest, shoving him down the nearest hallway.

Richie stumbled a little. “Hey, what the fuck was that fo-”

He was cut off when his back collided with the wall, knocking the air out of his lungs for just a second. It didn’t help the cause to have Eddie’s entire weight pressing suddenly against him, especially when his hand flew up to cover his mouth. Richie swallowed hard and willed his body not to react to the incredibly attractive man pressed up against him. It felt like an eternity that they remained like that, long enough for Richie to admire the strain of Eddie’s muscles and imagine him using them for something else entirely.

An image flashed through his mind. Richie lying on his bunk in his trailer, his long legs wrapped around Eddie’s hips while the shorter man drove into him again and again. His fingernails found Eddie’s biceps as he braced himself with a hand on either side of his head and they dug into the muscle, eliciting a sharp hiss from the man above him. He ducked down to press a deep, but messy kiss to his lips.

Seconds later, Richie reluctantly came back to reality as a handful of people rushed by, decked out in his merch and holding homemade signs.

Eddie stepped back with a sigh, “Close call.”

“Yeah,” Richie chuckled to cover up the disappointment of Eddie pulling away. “You saved me from a bunch of nice people who wanted to tell me how funny I am.”

“You don’t know those people or what their intentions are,” Eddie snapped back at him, the authoritative tone in his voice made Richie’s knees weak. “Some of your fans are crazy. That’s why your manager hired me. To keep you safe.”

Richie had to utilize every ounce of restraint he had to keep himself from saying his next thought aloud.

I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.

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tinyarmedtrex · 4 years

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I do(n’t remember)

Read Chap 7 here

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“Eds?” Richie asked, breaking him out of his panic spiral as he pointed to a dark corner. There was something there, something dark and ugly, it made Eddie’s stomach twist and he wanted to look away.

“That’s it.” He muttered, tightening his grip on the metal rod. Every part of him wanted to run from it, to cover his eyes, but he forced himself to square his shoulders and get closer.

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oldguybones · 4 years

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Hello! I’m new here and just read the angst fwb prompt you wrote (which broke my heart btw) and was wondering if you would be willing to do a part 2 please?

Part One Found Here

Eddie hated weddings. Every single thing about them was a painstaking dance of misery. Being invited to one was bad enough, but he couldn’t imagine having to go through the grueling process of planning one. He liked to tell himself that he could understand why Richie had barely been a part of his life for the past year or so. That surely the only reason driving his absence was the fact that he now had a bride to answer to, an eager one at that who insisted his voice he heard throughout the wedding planning process. Eddie wasn’t sure if he bought it without some ulterior motive lurking behind true intentions.

But then again, Eddie hadn’t approved of Sandy since day one. All their mutual friends knew this. Richie himself did too. Eddie didn’t exactly keep it a secret and it definitely put a strain on their already strained relationship. It seemed like it had only been a matter of days; on Thursday, he kicked Richie out of his room after Richie had been happily buried inside him just a couple minutes prior. By Sunday, Richie had a new girlfriend. Dumped by his fuck buddy who caught feelings and then he immediately found a girlfriend.

Eddie tried to tell himself that it didn’t hurt. He tried to tell himself this was just how it was going to be. In the end, he told himself about a million different things, anything really to feel better about the whole situation. He could feel his stomach churning as his fingers shakily tied a knot in his tie. If anyone has any reason these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace. Over and over again, he practiced what he would say in response to that. He wasn’t sure he would ever find peace if he didn’t make his feelings known, more known than they already were anyways.

He grabbed his jacket off of the back of a nearby chair and shrugged it on. From head to toe, he was impeccable, not a single hair or thread out of place. Sandy had been insistent upon the combined look of their wedding party. Eddie scoffed at the idea that Richie didn’t even get to dress his own groomsmen and yet she was so concerned about his involvement in the wedding planning. Uh huh. Sure. Eddie couldn’t help the way his eyes rolled from merely just thinking about it.

The door behind him creaked open and someone stepped inside, closing the door behind them. Eddie looked up into the mirror to catch the reflection of whoever it was. His breath caught in his throat. Richie stood behind him, clad in the picturesque black and white tuxedo. His hair was greased back and out of his face, which was missing his token thick rimmed glasses, in favor of contacts.

He looked handsome. There was no denying that.

But he didn’t look like Richie. He didn’t look right and it made Eddie’s heart ache to pinpoint the parts of Richie that were missing, the little things that made him who he was. They were all dulled down into this respectable groom, about to be a respectable husband. This wasn’t right.

“Richie…” he began shakily, turning around to face Richie, even if it hurt like hell to do so.

“I know,” Richie agreed to whatever words he thought Eddie was about to say. He held his arms out to the side and did a slow turn, “I clean up good, don’t I?”

“You look great,” Eddie choked out, barely. His soft brown eyes were brimming with tears, and his throat ached with the effort to hold them back.

“Eds…” Richie whispered worriedly, taking a step to rush over to Eddie.

“No,” Eddie said firmly. His hand flew up to prevent Richie from coming any closer to him. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t bear to see this wrong version of Richie pledge his life away to a woman who wouldn’t even appreciate him for who he really was. “I can’t do this, Richie.”

“Do what?” Richie asked cluelessly, though the furrow of his brows revealed that maybe he wasn’t so clueless after all. Perhaps, above all else, it was suspicion.

“I thought I could do it,” Eddie continued, bringing his hands up to jam against his eyes in a harsh attempt to keep his tears at bay, “I thought being your groomsmen, supporting all of this, I thought it was the only way I could stay in your life. And even after you broke my heart, I still wanted that. I’d rather have you in my life and be miserable than say goodbye to you.”

“Eddie, where’s this all comin-” Richie tried to fit in his query but Eddie kept talking right over him.

“But I can’t!” He exclaimed, shaking his head. “I just can’t watch you marry someone who doesn’t appreciate you! Someone who doesn’t love you for every last, annoying piece of what makes you who you are!”

The room fell dangerously silent. After a moment, they could hear the commotion of the guests arriving at the venue and the hustle and bustle of the wedding they were both supposed to be a part of. It made the tension hanging in the air thicker, even more unbearable than it had been moments ago.

“You deserve that, Richie,” Eddie said in a quiet voice, finally though barely breaking the agonizing silence. “You deserve someone who loves you for who you are. You deserve someone who laughs at all your stupid jokes and listens to all of your ridiculous accents! You deserve someone who loves every last crazy curl of your hair and someone who doesn’t force you to wear contacts!”

Richie seemed to consider it for a moment, his brows wrinkling in confusion. “So, I’m just supposed to call off my wedding? Is that it?” he demanded, “Leave my fiance at the altar because you think she’s not good enough for me?”

Eddie’s lips parted in soft disbelief. For a few passing moments, he couldn’t find anything to say. He was stunned to hear such a tone coming from Richie, from his childhood best friend, who he always hoped would end up being his husband one day. But just like he couldn’t make the world stop turning, he couldn’t make Richie love him.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie whispered, closing his eyes and letting a few tears trickle down his cheeks. “I never should have done this. I should’ve just left it be. But I just can’t.” He took a step closer to Richie, testing the boundaries. “And I know this is so incredibly selfish. But I love you, Richie. Okay? I always have. I love every last piece of you and above all else, I just want you to be happy.”

More silence followed. Eddie contemplated walking out the door entirely; he couldn’t take much more of the loaded silence. It was beginning to worm its way into his psyche. He already knew this wasn’t going to end well, he didn’t need to wait and find out.

Right as he reached the door to leave, he felt a hand circle around his wrist and pull him backwards. Eddie stumbled a little, but spun around to face Richie. He hardly had any time to process it before Richie’s arm wrapped around his waist, pulled him in closer and then their lips were connected in a powerful kiss that threatened to buckle Eddie’s knees.

His hand came up to cradle the back of Richie’s neck, the other resting on the bicep of the arm Richie had wrapped around him. The kiss was firm, lasting only a few seconds but the sparks flying between them made it feel like a lifetime. This one, brief kiss thrilled Eddie more than the entirety of their friends with benefits situation ever had years ago. It took his breath away.

They pulled apart and pressed their foreheads together.

Eddie swallowed hard at the raw intimacy of the touch. It was everything he ever wanted in one soft, still moment. “What does this mean?” he whispered, unable to stop himself from ruining the moment with whatever definition he crazed so desperately.

“I don’t know,” Richie replied softly, the breath of his chuckle tickling Eddie’s lips. “I don’t know what this is or what it means. But I-I know that I always have the best time when I’m with you and I’ve missed you so much these past few years.” He brushed back a stray piece of hair out of Eddie’s face.

“I didn’t go anywhere.”

“I know,” Richie’s lips curved up into a smile. “I just-I missed the way we used to be. You, me, your college dorm. Those were some of the best years of my life, Eds.”

Eddie looked up at Richie with what he could only describe as heart eyes. The leftover tears shining in them lingered, now out of pure happiness. “Mine too,” he whispered, unable to help the wide grin that spread over his face.

It seemed to be contagious because Richie wore an identical one. “I don’t know where to go from here. But I’m really hoping you’ll go on the journey with me.”

“Could you be any cheesier?” Eddie questioned, throwing his head back with a laugh. As it trailed off, he stood on his tiptoes to kiss Richie again. Right before their lips touched, he whispered, “I love that about you.”

And, in the future, when they told their kids how they got together, the story would end with them trying to sneak out of a second story window and the subsequent ER trip that followed.

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oldguybones · 4 years

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Rooftop Romance

A Gift For @ayyyymichele from @whatidoisxsecret! Hope it’s a wonderful day for you! Happy Birthday!

“Uh oh, looks like someone’s got a cruuuuush!”

The sing-song tone in his friend’s voice cut him right out of his daydream. Eddie had been staring across the restaurant at their newest busboy. A tall, pale man who looked to be around the same age as them; his hair was dark, with the slightest curl to it and his eyes were the color of a beautiful, endless ocean. Eddie could hardly stare into them for a second without risking the possibility of getting swept out to sea. He did the worst impressions and told the most idiotic jokes, but it was too late. Just a mere few weeks in and Eddie was already smitten.

He was trying desperately to hide it. Richie, however, was not making it easy. At all.

Read Here on AO3 :)

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oldguybones · 4 years

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The Public Bang Anniversary

Reddie. Explicit. 2.7k.

Eddie lurched forward in his seat, gasping as Richie’s foot slid over his crotch. Much to his own stubborn dismay, these under the table shenanigans had already gotten him fairly hard and it didn’t take much more than a few solid rubs of Richie’s foot to get him all the way there.

“You like my feet, baby?” Richie cooed teasingly. There was an unfair amount of purpose behind his ministrations when he wiggled his foot between Eddie’s thighs until he spread his legs open wider, then Richie pressed his toes lightly against Eddie’s balls. He let out a soft, but delighted laugh at the white knuckle grip Eddie had on the table. It was fun to see his usually put together partner struggling to keep his composure.

“I’d like anything if it were pressed against my dick,” Eddie hissed through clenched teeth.

Richie let out a breathy groan of appreciation, wiggling his eyebrows as he leaned in. “Oh, I will keep that in mind.”

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#Reddie #My Work #Prompt Filled #Yeah this started as just a prompt :P

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oldguybones · 4 years

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After almost five years apart, the Losers club reunites to spend the weekend together at Mike’s lakeside cabin. Armed with booze and total solitude, the gang plans to make up for lost time and catch up with those who were once the most important people of their youths. Tensions fly as lost love is rekindled and friendships are divided. But they soon begin to realize that they are not alone. Someone or something is out for blood and will not rest until they get it. What will the Losers do?

You decide.

In this interactive fanfic experience, you, the reader, gets to ultimately decide the fate of the Losers. At the end of each chapter, there will be a choice to make. Multiple options will be provided and, via comments and asks, you will get to vote for the outcome you wish to see. But be careful! Because even the smallest, insignificant choice can cause a chain reaction.

Who will survive? It’s up to you.

Read Chapter 6 Now On AO3

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#MMITG #My Work #Reddie

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oldguybones · 4 years

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You decide.

Who will survive? It’s up to you.

Read Chapter 7 Now On AO3

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#my work #mmtig

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tinyarmedtrex · 4 years

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I do(n’t remember)

Read Chap 6 here

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“I’m going to fix this.” He said quietly, not sure why he was explaining this to someone who was sleeping. “I’m not letting some weird version of me decide my future. You’re my future Richie. And if I can’t-”

He stopped. Even if he couldn’t save himself maybe he could save the others, save Stan. They would never have come back, never have to remember what had happened. Eddie was willing to make that trade.

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#reddie #married and forgot #well this fic has taken a long strange turn #but thats how it goes #tinyarmedtwrites

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oldguybones · 4 years

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Can you do a part 2 on when Richie and Eddie got in that argument

This is literally over a year later. But here is part 2 of this prompt!

"I really wish it didn't have to be like this."

The words came out shaky, almost in sync to the trembling of his hand as he scribbled his signature across the designated line. It felt like the slowest signature he'd ever given; he was used to autographs, scribbling a short hand of his signature over and over again to save time when he had crowds of people to please. But this time, he made a point to complete his entire signature, to use his full name. Not just because it was a legally binding document, but so that he could stay married to the love of his life for a few seconds longer.

“I know, but this is the way it has to be. It’s for the best.”

It felt so final watching Eddie sign his name below his own. Sign away their whole lives together. Three years of marriage, a lifetime of love before that. Richie had loved Eddie since before he even knew what love meant. He saw what his parents had and always declared that he wanted that. He thought he had that with Eddie, maybe he did at one point, but not anymore.

“I’ll file this first thing on Monday and that’ll be that.”

“Just like that,” Richie whispered, mostly to himself as he watched Eddie meticulously tuck the papers back inside the envelope. Before he could stop himself, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist. He pulled him in close, burying his face in the crook of Eddie’s neck and inhaling the unique scent that he had found comfort in for so many years.

“I’m gonna miss you, Eds.”

The nickname felt bitter on his tongue now. The old memories of laughter and happiness tainted by the new ones of pain and loss. But with every end came a new beginning. Richie had to keep reminding himself of that.

Eddie pulled back from the embrace to thumb away the tears trickling down his soon to be ex husband’s cheeks. “I’m gonna miss all your dramatics,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the corner of Richie’s lips. It felt fitting. Sort of like an almost-goodbye kiss.

“Goodbye, Rich.”

Then he watched as Eddie walked out the door and never looked back.

Richie took the weekend to wallow over what had once been, but Monday rolled around quicker than he expected and life had to move on. The evening found him getting ready for a date; it was one he had been planning for some time now, basically since he and Eddie first decided that getting divorced was the best option for them.

He put extra effort into his appearance, something he hadn’t done for a date in a really long time. But this new era in his life meant learning from all of his past mistakes. So he tried a little harder. He showered and styled his hair the way he knew his date would like. He spent time picking out a nice outfit, a sleek button up shirt and a pair of jeans (without any holes, of course). Dabbing on a little cologne, he took in his final appearance in the mirror and decided that his date would be blown away by the final result.

And right on cue, the sound of his doorbell rang throughout the apartment. He rushed to the front door and peeked through the peephole, a fond smile tweaking at his lips. His fingers skimmed over the doorknob as he inhaled a deep calming breath. Now or never.

He pulled the door open and the hint of a smile he had before burst into a full blown, ear to ear grin at the sight of the man standing on his doorstep. “You look amazing,” he murmured, stepping aside to allow the man inside.

“So do you,” he replied immediately, his soft gray eyes scanning over Richie’s tall frame.”Rich, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you like this.”

Richie smiled fondly, his cheeks turning a bright red as he shoved his hands on his pockets. “Awww, shucks,” he said quietly, with the hints of a southern drawl. It faded as he spoke again. “That’s what this is all about, right? Going back to the beginning and getting a fresh start.”

A familiar smile crept over the blonde man’s face. “Exactly. A fresh start.”

Richie returned the smile and offered his arm to his date, beaming when he slipped his arm through and rested his hand on Richie’s bicep. It just felt right. The familiar show of affection they were both so used to.

“Well, Eds, shall we?”

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oldguybones · 4 years

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Hey I don't know if you're still doing angst prompts but if you are can I get one and two for Reddie 💕

NSFW AHEAD WHOOPS EVEN WHEN I WRITE ANGST, I WRITE SMUT

*****

Eddie knew from the start this situation was bound to end in flames. From the very first time he kissed Richie, he knew the only outcome would be a monstrous crash and a fiery burn, yet he walked right into the fire without looking back. It was stupid. It was reckless. It was so unlike him. But he relished that painfully beautiful flaw in his character for the time being because it was so much better than the alternative, than realizing the reality of his pathetic loneliness.

Plus, the sex was incredible.

“Right there, Richie! Don’t stop!” The words came cried out in pleasure from Eddie’s lips as he continued to slam his hips down against his best friend’s. One hand was curled loosely around his dick, fisting it along with the rhythm of his hips while the other pressed firmly against Richie’s chest, holding himself up.

Richie let out a light chuckle as his hands skimmed up Eddie’s thighs to come and rest on his hips. “You’re the one doing all the work here, Eds.”

A soft laugh exhaled with his next breath, “It always seems to be that way,” he panted, “Why is that?”

“What can I say?” Richie shrugged playfully, his thumb brushing into the dip of his hip. “I like a guy in charge.”

Eddie tried to ignore the way his stomach flipped at the phrase. It didn’t mean anything. Like everything, all of this, it meant nothing. Richie didn’t like him, at least nothing beyond best friends with intermittent benefits. He tried to focus on that instead, the benefits; he was incredibly close to his release and his mind felt hazy with pleasure. Purposefully, he slid his eyes shut to block out the sight of Richie’s bright blue ones staring up at him. All he wanted to feel was the coil in his gut snap and the subsequent wave of pleasure wash over him.

“Fuuuck, ‘m gonna come,” he moaned, swiping his thumb over the head of his cock once, twice, and then he was coming with a bit back whimper, painting Richie’s chest white. His body shuddered in the aftermath of his release, his hips easing down to a slow, deliberate grind. A dull ache resided in his thighs, but he kept going; he wanted Richie to finish. It made his own release that much better.

“God damn, Eds, made a bit of a mess here, huh?” Richie groaned, his lips quirking up in a smirk as his eyes scanned over the mess on his chest.

“You love it,” Eddie shot back teasingly. He continued working his hips forward, despite the sensitivity beginning to prick at the base of his spine. “Now hurry up and come already.”

“Wow, how can I not with that kind of dirty talk?” Richie joked, his hands squeezing Eddie’s hips and guiding their movements. He continued to do this, groaning and grunting as his release approached. Another couple minutes passed before his grip on Eddie’s hips tightened, causing them to still as he spilled into the condom.

Eddie made sure to ride Richie through his release before finally halting the movement of his hips, sighing in relief as he moved to slide off his lap. He collapsed back onto the bed, an arm draping across his stomach and his breath coming out in deep pants. “That was really something.”

“Yeah, it was,” Richie replied with a grin, rolling off the bed and tying off the condom.

Eddie turned his head to the side, a fond smile creeping onto his face as he watched Richie. It quickly turned to a frown when he noticed him already starting to get dressed. “Where are you going?” he asked with a pout.

“I’m leaving,” Richie’s response sounded almost inquisitive, like what he was saying was the most obvious thing in the world. He pulled on his jeans and bent down to grab his t-shirt. “What, did you wanna go for round two?”

“Well no, I just…” Eddie mumbled, shifting his gaze away from Richie. He sat up on the bed and began to idly pick at a loose thread on his comforter. Heaving out a sigh, he continued, “I don’t know. You’re always so quick to leave.”

Richie chuckled, tugging his shirt over his head and shaking out his dark curls. He adjusted his glasses up the bridge of his nose, glancing back at Eddie. “Isn’t that kinda what we’re doing here?” he asked carefully, “You know, the whole friends with benefits thing.”

Eddie scoffed, shaking his head and refusing to make eye contact with him. He pulled the blankets over his body to cover himself up. It felt too vulnerable to be so exposed like that.“Friends don’t do this kind of shit.”

“Hence the benefits.” Richie punctuated this answer with air quotes. “Do you…do you wanna call this off? Go back to being just friends.”

Those words felt like a knife stabbed in his gut and he tried to will the tears gathering in his eyes to stop. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” This time, Eddie used air quotes to mockingly emphasize his point.

Richie frowned in confusion, “What’s this about, Eds?” he asked quietly. “Did I…do something?”

“God!” Eddie exclaimed, finally looking up at Richie with tears shining in his eyes. “Isn’t it obvious, Richie? I’m in love with you!”

Richie’s jaw dropped open slightly. “In-in love with me?” he questioned incredulously. He stumbled down to sit on the edge of the bed, falling into a stunned silence.

Eddie didn’t reply. The air was thick with a mix of confusion and tension and there was nothing he could say to make any of that go away. He made his declaration. There was nothing left to do. He could hope and pray that Richie felt the same, but he knew that wasn’t true. He could wish to take the words back, but it wouldn’t do any good.

Richie turned to face Eddie, uncertainty behind his eyes, “Eds, I-”

“Don’t,” Eddie whispered softly, shaking his head.

Richie moved in closer, resting his hand on Eddie’s knee, only to recoil when Eddie flinched away from the touch. “I mean, I love you too. You’re my best friend. Maybe someday-”

“I said don’t!” Eddie shouted. The tears began to trickle down his cheeks, “Don’t give me false hope. I deserve more than that.”

Richie looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. “I-I don’t know what you want me to say here. I thought this was just about the sex. I wouldn’t have done this if I’d known how you felt. Hardly seems fair to you.”

“Just go.”

“What? No, Eds, we need to talk about this,” Richie insisted, sounding almost desperate.

“I said go!” Eddie yelled, the tears now pouring down his cheeks.

There was a moment of silence that passed before Richie finally stood. “Okay,” he said quietly, keeping his head down and walking out of the room without another word.

A few moments later, Eddie heard the sound of the front door slamming shut. He closed his eyes, holding back a sob as more tears escaped. Just like Eddie predicted, it went up in flames and he was left to sift through the wreckage and debris of his poor choices.

*****

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oldguybones · 4 years

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41 and stozier w/richie dom??

*NSFW AHEAD*

“Oh baby, you look so pretty on your knees like this.”

Stan whined at the praise from his partner as the man towered over him, long fingers tilting his chin up to where his gaze met Richie’s piercing blue eyes. They were usually a bright blue, but now, moments like this, they were dulled down to a darker blue, one that was hungrier and full of lust. It made Stan ache down to his core. He was painfully hard and no amount of shifting or grinding was going to give him the friction he so craved.

Richie clicked his tongue slowly, tsking Stan for the forbidden action. He knew better than to do anything without Richie’s permission. Sometimes though, he liked to walk that line, find out how close he could get to it before getting in trouble; that was how he ended up in his current position, on his knees, with his arms tied behind his back, and Richie’s cock buried down his throat. It had started off as an innocent enough blowjob, then quickly graduated to their current position. After years together, Richie could read him like an open book and knew just what he needed.

“You better behave, otherwise I’m not gonna let you come.”

These words tore a whimper from Stan’s throat as he bobbed his head eagerly over Richie’s spit soaked length. Any and all movements of his hips stilled. He wanted to come, but he needed to be good for Richie. “I’ll be good,” he pulled back just long enough to desperately promise before diving back into deepthroat Richie’s entire length.

He groaned, fingers clutching at Stan’s curls as his head fell back. “Fuck, baby, you’re really working for it, huh?” He couldn’t help the way his hips pushed forward.

Stan hummed affirmatively, swallowing around Richie’s cock. He held his place for as long as he could; he was nearing thirty seconds when he gagged around Richie. His knees were beginning to ache against the floor and at this point, he was painfully hard. He pulled back to catch his breath. When he looked up at Richie, it was with watery eyes.

Richie reached down and brushed his thumb across Stan’s cheek. “I’m gonna come soon. You swallow it and then I’ll let you come too, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” Stan whispered, immediately sticking his tongue out.

Richie groaned in approval. He slid the head of his cock to rest against Stan’s tongue while his hand jerked quickly over his length. It wasn’t long before he was coming, with a soft grunt of Stan’s name. Richie’s eyes remained fixed on his partner and he couldn’t help the groan he let out as Stan tilted his head back to show him the come still resting on his tongue.

“Go ahead and swallow baby,” he growled, cupping under Stan’s chin and guiding him to close his mouth. He watched the way Stan’s adam apple bobbed as he swallowed. “So gorgeous.”

Stan’s cheeks flushed pink. His teeth dug into his bottom lip as he looked up at Richie. “Can I come now, sir? I’m so fucking hard.”

“Of course baby,” Richie replied sweetly, leaning down to help Stan to his feet. He gripped both of his hips and pulled him backwards as he walked towards the couch.

Moving one hand from his hip, he gave Stan’s ass a gentle smack to encourage him to straddle his lap. Teasingly, right before Stan could swing his leg over both of his, Richie spread them, far enough apart that Stan couldn’t stretch far enough. Richie smirked. There was an air of smugness as Richie pushed Stan’s legs back together so that he ended up straddling Richie’s thigh.

Stan moaned at the contact when he ground down against it. His moans only grew in volume as Richie pressed his thigh firmly between Stan’s legs. He continued to grind down against it, moan after moan spilling from his lips. It was easy to keep a steady rhythm with his hands still tied behind his back, but he was desperate to get off. “Richie, sir, please. I need more.”

All Richie did was shake his head.

This elicited a frustrated whimper from Stan as he tried to speed up the movement of his hips. He was so close to his release, but he just couldn’t quite get there. “But you said I could come.”

“Yeah,” Richie said simply, brushing his thumb over Stan’s hole and smirking at the way he shivered under the touch. “I did say you could come. But I didn’t say anything about doing it for you.”

Stan threw his head back and let out a whine.

Richie gripped his chin to force their gazes to meet once again. “You oughta quit the whining and get to it, baby. Because the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

“I’m trying,” Stan whispered, leaning his weight forward against Richie. He rested his forehead against Richie’s shoulder, moving his hips frantically against Richie’s thigh. “It’s too hard. It’s not enough to come.”

“Oh poor baby,” Richie cooed softly, reaching over to their nightstand to grab the bottle of lube they had resting there. He coated one of his fingers with the substance and brought it down to Stan’s hole, circling around it teasingly before inching it into him. He crooked it forward to rub repeatedly over Stan’s prostate. “Is this better?”

“Yes!” Stan cried out, the movement of his hips now causing him to press back against Richie’s finger. “Yes, thank you! I’m so close.”

Richie slid a second coated finger into Stan and immediately rubbed it against his prostate. He leaned forward to kiss Stan’s neck, his breath tickling his ear as he spoke. “C’mon Stan, come for me. I know you want to.”

Stan nodded eagerly, moans growing louder and louder as his release quickly approached. He could barely hold on another few seconds before it crashed over him and he came harder than he had in a long time. In the height of his release, he crushed his lips against Richie’s, kissing him in a desperate, messy fashion as he worked through it.

“Fuck,” Stan whimpered, his entirety of his weight slumping down against Richie. His forehead returned to Richie’s shoulder as he took a few steadying breaths.

Richie chuckled softly. His hand rubbed soothingly over Stan’s back. “How’re you doing there?”

Stan turned his head and pressed a quick kiss to Richie’s neck. “Good. Very good.”

“Good,” Richie replied, kissing Stan’s forehead and then his nose. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Stan murmured and wrapped his arms tightly around Richie’s neck as he lifted him up off the bed and carried him to the bathroom to share a long, hot bath.

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