One Small Detail
A/N: It’s not often that I have a lovely little idea in the middle of night, right before I go to bed. Especially when all that idea is just one little line, you have to act on it. So anyways, shaking off the rust with this one, and I hope that it turns out at least halfway decent, so please enjoy.
“Plehehehehehehease! I cahahahahahan’t! Nohohoho mohohohore,” Richie screamed out through his giggles, still desperately trying to paw his friends hands away. Eddie pretended to nod sincerely before answering.
“Listen princess we would… but there’s just one small detail.” Bill smirked at his partner in crime, already knowing what the end of this sentence was gonna be. “You. Asked. For. This.” Eddie finally announced, punctuating each word with a poke to Richie’s sides.
“Y-yeah Richie, sorry, b-but we’re just f-following the b-bo-bosses orders.” Richie’s face lit up from the teasing. He tried his best to stammer out some witty, and vulgar response, but he was too overcome by giggles to get anything out.
Okay yes, maybe, just maybe, about five minutes ago he shuffled up to Eddie and Bill and asked them if they could… well you know. But in his defense, they usually weren’t so teasy about everything. “Guhuhuhuys! Plehehehease,” He again tried begging out, still squirming around, and trying to dislodge his friends’ hands. The other two smirked down at him with adoration. He had the widest smile on his face, his hands flailed uselessly at his sides, and his cheeks were bright red. They decided to back off just a little bit to give him a chance to breathe, but he sure as hell wasn’t off the hook just yet.
“Oh so you want us to stop now?” Eddie smirked, just gently tracing over Richie’s stomach now. “That’s so funny because you were singing a different tune just a couple minutes ago.”
“Yeah R-rich what h-h-happened?” Bill added on, moving up to sit by Richie’s head. “You w-wa-wa-want us to st-stop now?” Richie began trying to stammer out a flustered response, but quickly decided to just cover his burning face. “Uh uh uh,” Bill tsked, grabbing the smaller boy’s arms and hoisting them up. “W-we asked you a qu-question, t-trash mouth.” Richie squeaked out something between a squeal and a whine and started tugging on his arms.
“This isn’t fair!” he whined out indignantly, still trying to find anywhere to hide his face away.
“Oh it’s unfair is it?” Eddie questioned, now just holding his hands on Richie’s ribs without moving them. “So you want us to stop then, right?” He smiled down at the trapped boy beneath him, just waiting for Richie to beg for more.
“W-well I didn’t say that…”
“Oh, so you want us to continue then, right?”
“I-” Richie began, but quickly turned to just burying his face away into his arms.
“We n-need an an-answer, p-pretty boy,” Bill demanded, smirking at the new shade of red accomplished from the nickname. After a few minutes of flustered noises, Richie finally managed to mumble something out to the two boys.
“What was that, trash mouth?” Richie just glared up at Eddie and shook his head. Eddie shrugged at him and started digging into Richie’s side, making him howl. “Repeat yourself, Tozier.”
“FIHIHIHINE JUHUHUHUST WAHAHAIT,” Richie conceded, squealing from the ticklish feelings wrecking his nerves. Eddie allowed him to break, but kept his hands on his torso. Richie opened his mouth to repeat himself, but got shy, and quickly shut it. Before Eddie could begin again, Bill began tracing on the sides of Richie’s neck.
“S-speak, or deal with the c-consequences.”
“Finefinefine,” Richie rushed out, before speaking in a low mumble again. “I just wanted you guys to keep going.” As soon as they heard that, the other two sprang into action. Bill began drilling into Richie’s underarms, and Eddie started spidering around his tummy. Richie arched his back up, and desperately pulled on his arms, screaming from the sudden change.
“WAHAHAIT WAHAHAIT WAHAHAHAIT”
“Sorry, no can do, you said you wanted more. Aw, and look at this, your tummy does, too!” Eddie commented on the slight bit that Richie’s shirt had risen because of his trashing. “I guess we have to do more now, huh?” Richie shook his head desperately, even though he never wanted this moment to stop. Eddie smiled up at him while he pushed his shirt up even more. The second his fingers touched Richie’s stomach he howled with laughter. Bill beamed at the teary-eyed, red faced boy beneath him.
“Aww, wh-what’s wrong p-pretty b-b-boy? It t-ti-tickle?” Richie just frantically nodded, too tired to even fight back at this point.
After a little while longer, they finally let Richie go.
“Hope you enjoyed yourself, pretty boy,” Eddie quipped, ruffling his hair. Richie’s face one again lit up bright red.
“Shut up.”
“A-aw b-but you’re too c-cu-cute not to,” Bill argued, sneaking in a quick poke. Richie squeaked and swatted at his hands, but couldn’t help the wide smile that was stuck across his face.
“Don’t think I’m not gonna get you two back just because I asked for it.” Hearing this, Eddie’s eyed widened, and he whipped his head over to Bill, looking for help. Bill just looked at Richie, then back at Eddie, smirking.
“R-run.”
