what are you suggesting ? / from lance
RICHIE TOZIER HAS NEVER BEEN ONE TO BEAT AROUND THE BUSH . a seemingly natural occurrence when the brain - to - mouth filter never got fucking connected to begin with . richie has a thought , he says the thought , & he awaits whatever reaction ( sometimes good , mostly appalled , almost always baffled with his ability to just fucking say the shit that he does ) will come from said thought . this , however , this is one thought that had been festering in his mind , growing each & every time it's just him & lance & the fucking chaos they ensue solely by being within the same space . tonight is no different . richie's apartment has been alive with the loud swears & threats shouted at one another amid competitive gameplay , various snacks littering the coffee table along with his bong . thank fuck that stanley was out for the night doing stanley things , probably to avoid exactly what this night had to offer when you & lance fucking exist together .
street fighter theme plays lowly in the background , controllers sat on the arm rest of the couch , & you've only just begun to slip into a comfortable high when the temptation arises again . it's there , at the back of your mind , nearly every time he's near . ( similar to the thoughts you've had of eddie . eddie , with his stupidly kissable - looking lips & his stupid fucking pretty face & his stupid fucking girlfriend that serves as a stupid fucking reminder of what you'll never fucking have , you stupid fuck ! )
thoughts of lance are less . . . well , whatever the fuck you feel toward eddie is . lance is hot as fuck , he matches your humor & makes your goddamn stomach cramp from the laughter pulled all night , & you find yourself wondering if his lips would feel any better than the girls you've kissed before had . at least the thought of kissing him actually fucking makes your body react . . . the suggestion had been coated in something easy to pass off as a joke , but the look in lance's eyes tells you that he'd be willing to be serious if you were .
you laugh , if only to expel that goddamn set of nerves , & it makes way for a new aura of confidence . THANK FUCK FOR BEING HIGH ! tongue swipes across bottom lip & shoulders roll into a shrug , moving your phone to the coffee table before lifting your body to plop down in the space directly beside him . " i'm suggesting , lance , since apparently i gotta fucking spell it out ! " teasing in nature , bit of a sing - song to your voice , & you lean into his space , dopey grin ever present as you look at him through heavy - lidded eyes . " i'm suggesting that you take advantage of this moment and fucking kiss me before i change my mind . "