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“Let’s just pretend that this didn’t happen.”
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“This is going to look so cool Eds, just wait.” Richie said, bouncing in the chair and making Eddie’s job next to impossible.
“Only if you sit still! Otherwise you’re going to end up with a blue neck and face.”
“It’s still sexy Eds, everyone wants to fuck a smurf.”
Eddie closed his eyes, shaking his head even though Richie couldn’t see him. “Literally no one wants to do that. That’s just a you thing.”
“Come on Eds, you’re telling me Papa Smurf never did it for you?” He asked, tilting his head back to look at Eddie.
Despite himself Eddie smiled, rolling his eyes as he did. “No Richie, he didn’t. Now sit still.”
Amazingly the other boy listened and let Eddie finish dying his hair. Richie had decided that one of his first acts of college rebellion would be electric blue hair. They’d bleached it earlier and now- after taking a million pictures- they were dying it blue. Eddie had laid towels down on Richie’s floor, hoping not to stain anything.
“I like this.” Richie commented, leaning back. “Just you and me, your hands in my hair.”
Eddie was again grateful he was behind Richie so the other boy didn’t see his blush. “We hang out all the time.”
“With everyone else.”
Richie had a point there. All the losers had ended up at the same college which was amazing but it also meant they all spent a lot of time together. It was rare for the two of them to be alone.
And maybe some of that was on purpose. Eddie had realized years ago that he liked Richie as more than a friend. When they were in Derry that was fine, no one else was there to make him jealous. But in college Richie attracted a lot of new people. His jokes and sense of humor were suddenly funny and unique, to both guys and girls. It made Eddie’s stomach twist each time Richie talked about going on a date or getting hit on.
Not that Eddie wasn’t going on dates but his rarely went anywhere, he kept thinking back to his loudmouthed friend.
“Okay done.” Eddie said, twisting Richie’s hair off his neck and patting it. “Now we wait for thirty minutes.”
“Mario kart?” Richie asked as Eddie peeled off his gloves. He nodded and the pair spent the next half hour happily screaming at each other. Eddie had to admit that this was nice. He’d missed Richie and how he acted when it was just the two of them. His jokes didn’t get any better but he dropped some of his showboat personality. It always felt like Eddie got the real Richie when they were alone.
Far too soon the timer was beeping. Eddie turned it off and said, “Now you just need to rinse it off.”
“You’re going to help me right?” Richie asked, peeling off his shirt. At Eddie’s insistence he was already in his swim trunks so he’d be ready to hope in the shower.
“You want me to get in the shower with you?” Eddie asked, trying not to squeak. He hadn’t planned on helping Richie with that piece. The shower stalls were small and Eddie didn’t love the idea of being so close to Richie.
“Yea!” Richie shrugged his narrow shoulders. “Otherwise I won’t know if I got all of it.”
“I’ll get wet.” Eddie said, gesturing at his outfit.
“Damn Eds, sexy. Look, I have clothes you can wear- you can even borrow my shower shoes!” Richie pulled a spare pair of shorts and a shirt out of his drawer but Eddie didn’t move.
“Come on Eds, please? For me? For your best friend in the world? I’ll even buy you lunch from that awful sandwich shop you like.”
“It’s not awful just because it’s vegan.” Eddie mumbled, taking the clothes.
“Eds that’s exactly why it’s awful.”
Eddie shed his clothes and put Richie’s on, hyper aware of how they smelled like him. “Okay, lets go.” He said, turning back to Richie.
The other boy was staring at him. “Richie?”
Richie shook his head. “Sorry Eds, just memorizing how you look in my clothes.”
At this point Eddie felt like he had spent more time blushing than not that day. “Shut up.” He mumbled, grabbing a new pair of gloves. “Let’s finish this.”
“Gloves in the shower, sexy.” Richie said, following him. “Gonna give me an examine?”
“I hate you.”
Thankfully there was no one else showering. Eddie let Richie get in first and turn on the water.
“How should we do this?” Richie asked, standing under the water and looking at him. Eddie hadn’t moved yet. The stalls were so small and Eddie was going to have to be pressed close to Richie to do this. He wished he’d kept refusing.
But he hadn’t and Richie was watching him, waiting for Eddie to enter.
“Face me and tilt your head back.” He said, taking a deep breath and stepping in. The water hit his shoulders, getting the shirt wet almost immediately. Richie did as directed and Eddie put his arms over Richie’s shoulders, starting to rinse his hair.
“This is pretty romantic Eds.” Richie said, his hands settling on Eddie’s hips to keep him stable. It felt like they were slow dancing, the rhythm of the water serving as their strange music.
“Your idea of romance sucks.” He muttered, pushing his hands into Richie’s hair.
“You in a shower with me? Nah, I think I’ve got it all.” Richie said with a wink. Eddie ignored him, trying to focus on rinsing the color out and not on their proximity.
It didn’t work. Richie closed his eyes, leaning further into the water stream. It gave Eddie the chance to look at his friend, how his broad mouth was slightly parted, how relaxed he looked, how the water ran down his neck and to his chest. His Adam’s apple bobbed, more prominent from how his head was tilted. They were too close and Eddie couldn’t stop staring.
Distracted, his hands hit a snarl in Richie’s hair and the other boy moaned loudly, his hips briefly bucking against Eddie’s. Richie’s eyes flew open and he looked at Eddie. For once Eddie wasn’t the one blushing.
“Eds shit I didn’t-”
Eddie’s eyes glanced down and he saw the outline of Richie’s erection through his shorts. Richie’s eyes did the same, falling on Eddie's erection. “Eds, I-”
“I want to touch you.” Eddie practically whispered. His hands were still in Richie’s hair and it took everything for him to not push his friend against the wall.
“Fuck. Are you sure?” Eddie nodded, not trusting his voice. “Yea. Please.” Richie said as he bobbed his head.
Quickly Eddie pulled the gloves off, throwing them behind him before running his hands down Richie’s chest and pausing at the top of his trunks. He hesitated, glancing at Richie once more. Richie’s eyes were already darker and he nodded, giving Eddie permission as his hand pushed past the swim trunks. His hand snaked past the coarse hair and he grabbed Richie’s cock.
“Fuck, oh fuck Eds.” Richie’s head fell to Eddie’s shoulder as Eddie grasped him, taking only a second to admire how Richie felt in his hand, the weight of it, how different it was from his own.
“God Richie.” Eddie wished his voice wasn’t so breathy but he couldn’t help it, especially as Richie started to kiss along his neck. He let out a small moan, craning his neck to give Richie better access.
“I wanna touch you too.” Richie whispered, nibbling on his ear. “Can I?”
Eddie nodded, watching as Richie’s hand disappeared into his shorts. Eddie keened as Richie grabbing him and started to stroke.
He glanced at Richie, the blue was starting to run down his face and Eddie wanted to kiss him but he wasn’t sure if that was what this was. Instead he buried his head in Richie’s shoulder, his breath already coming out in short pants.
“God Eds, yes, yes,” Richie kept muttering as Eddie’s hand moved over him. Encouragement kept falling from his lips, urging Eddie to move faster.
Richie’s thumb swiped Eddie’s slit and he moaned, biting Richie’s shoulder to keep quiet. Richie’s hand sped up and Eddie felt his orgasm approaching. “Fuck- Chee!” Eddie tensed then came, crying out as he did. Richie was only a second behind, spilling onto Eddie’s hand and his shorts.
They moved back, chests heaving and Eddie looked at Richie, trying to gauge how he felt. Both of them were drenched, the shirt Eddie wore was heavy with water. He didn’t know what to say, how to ask Richie what had just happened- even though he’d initiated it.
“Richie I think I-”
“Let’s just pretend that this didn’t happen.” Richie interrupted, his eyes scanning Eddie’s face. “Nothing has to change Eds. It was- a one time thing. Right?” He spoke so quickly that he tripped over the words, making them nearly impossible to understand. But Eddie did, he knew what Richie was saying.
For a second Eddie couldn’t to hear himself think over the sound of his heart breaking. Then he recovered enough to force himself to nod.
“One time thing. Yea.” He said, keeping his voice as even as he could. Richie nodded, though he didn’t look happy or relieved.
“I need to go.” Eddie said. “Homework. Don’t forget to finish rinsing.”
He stepped out of the shower without waiting for Richie, going back to his friend’s dorm and quickly changing. He didn’t have a towel so all his clothes were damp by the time he was done but he didn’t care. He couldn’t be there when Richie got back. He needed out, to disappear.
Richie must have felt the same because he didn’t return, allowing Eddie to slip out and back to his dorm room without them seeing each other.
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