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Sandy really likes her job working as a cashier at her university's local convenience store. The hours were flexible, the work was uncomplicated, and it was only a five-minute walk from her on-campus apartment.
It was, unequivocally, the perfect job.
The only downside being that working so close to school meant running into other students. All the fucking time.
Usually guys.
Mostly guys.
Guys coming in here to buy cold cans of beer or greasy snacks or powdery tablets to swallow after indulging in too many cans of beer and greasy snacks.
Guys from her lectures who come in feeling brave, maybe a little tipsy, and suddenly forget all about social etiquette. Poor, idiot guys who think it’s a good idea to hit on her while she’s on the clock.
She expects Richie Tozier to be one of those guys when she spots him rushing into the store, looking worse for wear. She recognizes him, even in his disheveled, stressed-out state. They were in the same writing class this semester; he usually sat at the very back of the classroom. He’s hard to miss with his coke bottle glasses and his loud button-up shirts that he never actually wore buttoned up.
He rushes through the store looking like a man of conviction, an almost deathly serious look in his eyes. He scurries from one aisle to the next, his messy hair peeking out from the top of the shelves.
Whatever he’s looking for, he doesn’t find it. He makes his way over to her checkstand, hands gripping the pockets of his jeans. He has that look, that nervous look most guys have when they try hitting on her.
Richie’s a bit of a class clown, kind of annoying, but admittedly the guy was funny. Not Sandy’s usual type, but she wouldn’t oppose getting coffee with the guy.
“Do you guys carry Ivory Ultra Thin XL Lubricated?”
On second thought, maybe she would oppose. The guy was a total perv.
“Excuse me?” Sandy says, dumbfounded.
“Condoms!” Richie shouts, eyes darting around her checkout lane as if expecting to find what he’s looking for mixed in with the candy bars and the packs of bubblegum. “It's a type of condom. They sell them in these little pink boxes with a heart on it.”
“We have condoms in aisle - ”
“Yeah, I know. I already checked, but it’s not there. I need that specific type,” he tells her, his voice getting more and more panicked the longer he went on. Poor guy looked like he was trying to defuse a bomb.
“I’m sorry. If it’s not on the shelf, then we don’t have them,” Sandy explains. Richie puts his head in his hand and slumps against her cash register. “Why not just take a box of Trojans instead? Those work just as good. I’m pretty sure.” She puts a thoughtful hand on his shoulder, patting him softly, trying to comfort him. It feels a bit like she’s petting a very sad and scruffy mutt.
“You don’t understand,” Richie groans, taking a deep breath and straightening himself up. “My…girlfriend only likes that brand.”
Richie Tozier had a girlfriend? Sandy never would’ve guessed. She’s not sure she’s ever seen him talking to a girl. “Your girlfriend? Has a condom preference? For you?” She’d assumed the condoms were for a quickie with a stranger after a party, and that Richie was the one with the preference. Most girls Sandy knew were happy that their boyfriends agreed to use condoms at all.
“Yes! She’s very particular.”
“What condoms do you like? Can’t you just get some of those instead?”
“It's not about what I like!” Richie almost looks offended by the mere suggestion that he should value his own pleasure and comfort over his girlfriend’s. “She doesn’t like the mess. She enjoys it more when…when I wear that specific kind. Forget it. Thanks for the help.” Despite his frustration, he seems to mean it. “Have a safe night, Sandy,” he tells her, making his way to the exit.
Maybe Richie wasn’t a weird perv after all.
“Good luck, Richie,” Sandy shouts, cheering him on. “Hope you find them!”
The first time they’d ever had sex, Eddie had insisted Richie wear a condom.
Richie had been seventeen, and his parents were out of town, away on some company-sponsored retreat for his dad’s work. It was one of the few times in his entire life that Richie had been so thankful to have a dentist for a father. Richie had the house to himself, so he did what any hormonal teenager in love would do under these circumstances. He called up his amazing boyfriend of two years, and told him to slip a couple more Ambien than usual in his mother’s pudding during dinner.
Eddie had been nervous. They’d been each other's first everything. First kiss, first date, first awkward handjob in Richie’s basement while his mom was out getting groceries. But this was real penetrative sex, the kind his mother had raised him to fear and the kind that supposedly infected boys like him and Richie with incurable diseases and damned them to hell.
“Richie, if we’re going to do this. You have to promise that…that we’ll be safe. Okay?” Eddie’s shaky voice whispered to him over the phone.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of everything.”
By this point, Richie had heard all about how terrible first times could be; he had to make sure he did everything just right to make this good for Eddie. Richie knew about Eddie’s fear of STDs and germs and everything sticky and not disinfected in this cruel, cruel world. He wasn’t about to do something as inconsiderate and stupid as fucking Eddie raw their first time. The older boys at school always said sex with a condom on sucked, but Richie really didn’t care. His own pleasure was more of an afterthought, if anything.
So, before he drove over to Eddie’s place to pick him up, Richie stopped by Mr. Keene’s pharmacy and stole the first box of condoms he saw and a small bottle of personal lubricant. The box he’d taken had been a flimsy, magenta-colored thing, with the words Anti-Baby Condom printed on the front, and it only came with one singular unlubricated condom. The lube came in a thin plastic tube-shaped bottle with a tiny label on the bottom that said Love Oil. Had Richie not been paying attention, he would’ve assumed the stuff was just regular baby oil repackaged into a travel-size bottle.
Eddie had been fidgety the entire drive to Richie’s place. He’d already felt bad enough sneaking out of his house in the middle of the night, leaving his mother behind in a drug-induced sleep. And for what? To spend the night in Richie’s bed with Richie’s hand down his pants?
“I do want to, Rich. I’m just…scared,” he’d admitted as they walked hand in hand up the stairs to Richie’s bedroom.
“I’m nervous, too. Don’t worry, if it gets too real, we can always stop.”
When Richie tore the wrapper open, he’d found that the condom had this awful dry, rubbery texture and was maybe a little small for him. He’d lubed himself up as best he could before tugging it on, but it had still felt like he’d stuck his dick in a balloon.
As uncomfortable as he’d felt, it was a small price to pay if it meant getting to slip his dick inside Eddie.
Their first time left Richie a moaning, drooling mess. Eddie had been hot and tight, milking Richie’s cock the entire time. They had both been clumsy and naive, but it had felt so good. The press of Richie’s body against Eddie’s, the slippery sensation of the lube on their skin.
He’d fucked Eddie as fast as his hips would allow, hitting his prostate as often as he could. His moans echoing off the walls of the dark bedroom, Richie committing every whine and hitch of his breath to memory. Eddie had come all over himself, his cute little cock making a sticky mess on his chest.
But Richie hadn’t been able to come.
The condom was just too tight, especially around the base of his dick. Richie had pulled out, ripped the condom off, and had stroked himself against Eddie's spent dick until he came, his come dripping down Eddie’s tummy.
“Felt kinda funny. Like getting fucked by a hunk of plastic,” Eddie mumbled while using a wad of tissues from Richie’s bedside table to clean them both up.
Richie laughed. “Yeah, felt like my dick was going to suffocate in there.”
“Next time we’ll try something different. Okay?”
And Richie had been too excited about the promise of a next time that he hadn’t thought to question what Eddie had meant by that.
Since that fateful day, Richie has been on a never-ending quest to find the very best Eddie Approved Condoms.
And they’ve fucked a lot since then.
Living together basically gave them a free pass to have sex whenever and wherever they wanted, and the two of them took advantage of that as often as possible. They’d fucked on the couch, in the shower, up against the wall, and on the floor of the kitchen one time when the two of them had been particularly pent up.
But all that sex meant they ran out of condoms and lube all the fucking time.
When they’d first started having sex as two teenagers living in the sexually repressed hellhole that was Derry, they’d had very few options. Derry only stocked up on the bare essentials when it came to stuff like that, if at all. Old rubber condoms that were made specifically to stop pregnancies and maybe one brand of lube if you got lucky. Now, as adults, they had access to a lot more variety. Thank the giant turtle god in the sky.
Eddie’s picky about lube. He hated the way water-based lube dried out his skin, thought most oil-based lubes were too slick, and hated the ones that had the consistency of lotion and left him smelling like coconut. His lubes of choice were silicone-based, and thankfully they paired well with all kinds of condoms.
Because Eddie was pickier when it came to condoms.
Like, a lot pickier. Which was funny because he wasn’t exactly the one wearing them during sex.
Richie makes sure to buy a new box of condoms every time they have sex.
They’ve tried them all. Trojans, LifeStyles, Sheiks, Ramses, Avanti, Protex.
And they’ve tried every kind they had to offer. Ultrathin, latex, polyurethane, rubber, non-latex, lubricated, flavored, ribbed, ultra-sensitive.
Eddie always found something wrong with them.
“This one is really loose on you.”
“This one’s too tight…can you even feel anything?”
“Why is it hot? Is it supposed to be hot?”
“Why is this one cold? Are you going to get frostbite on your dick from this?”
“Is…Is this one bumpy? It doesn’t even feel like your dick anymore. Feels like some kind of alien dick…I don’t like it.”
Until one day, Richie had come home with a box of Ivory Ultra Thin XL Lubricated he’d picked at random from the drug store, and Eddie, in that adorable fucked out voice of his, had said, “It kinda feels like you're not wearing one at all. That’s really good.”
Since that day, Ivory Ultra Thin XL Lubricated has been Eddie’s undefeated favorite, and if Richie didn't find a box soon, he could kiss having sex with Eddie tonight goodbye.
One date that didn’t end in sex was child’s play, but Richie wasn’t sure he could survive another round of condom roulette.
Personally, Richie didn’t care. He was happy as long as his dick was anywhere near Eddie. He’d even played around the idea of asking Eddie if he’d be okay with Richie not wearing one every once in a while. The two of them were in a committed relationship after all; they’d only ever had sex with each other. There wasn’t anything wrong with wanting to have unprotected sex, right? Just the thought of fucking Eddie like that, his cum dripping out of Eddie’s cute pink hole, is enough to have Richie riled up for hours.
But Eddie still wore gloves while washing dishes, he carried hand sanitizer and disinfecting wipes everywhere he went, and Richie figures unprotected sex just isn’t on the table just yet.
Even if they have already fucked on the table.
Their apartment is within walking distance of the local pharmacy. It was Richie’s go-to place when it came to stuff like this, and they were usually well stocked with condoms. It was the very place he’d even discovered those magical pink boxes that held five individually wrapped Ivory Ultra Thin XL Lubricated condoms.
But today, they’d been fresh out. Turns out, Eddie wasn’t the only guy around town with a preference. So Richie did what any man would do under these conditions, he got in his car and started driving.
And so began Richie’s Exhausting Sex Odyssey across town in search of Eddie Approved Condoms.
Their university’s convenience store had been a total bust, so onward to the next trial. The closest liquor store that he knew that sold condoms was less than a ten-minute drive from campus, but today was a Friday and the streets were flooded with students walking home or heading out to some party. And this ten-minute drive was quickly turning into a twenty-minute one. There were some other stores around town he could also check out. Sure, the selection at the grocery store wasn’t great, but maybe Richie would get lucky. And there was always the gas station around the block that had condoms next to the weird boner pills.
When Richie reaches the liquor store, he curses to himself. He’d forgotten this was one of those stores, one where the condoms were displayed at checkout, and you could only buy them after asking for them directly.
Fuck.
Richie tries his best to seem cool and calm when he walks in. Luckily there isn’t a line, so he can just waltz right up to the cashier and ask. He can’t freak out. That last cashier girl had looked at him like he was a total sex pest. There was nothing perverted about practicing safe sex with your long-term boyfriend!
“Hey,” he starts, resting his hands on the counter and trying hard not to sound nervous. “Do you guys carry Ivory Ultra Thins?” The cashier, some dude named Jack if his nametag was anything to go by, just stares at him, dead-eyed. “Condoms! They’re condoms.”
Jack stifles a chuckle. He looks Richie up and down like he can’t believe a guy dressed like that got laid enough to justify buying an entire box of condoms. “Yeah, hold on,” he says, crouching down. From where Richie’s standing, it sounds like he’s unlocking something.
Jack rifles around down there for a good three minutes, the liquor store getting more and more packed with every ticking second. People trickle in from outside, ready to buy bottles of vodka or cases of beer for their weekend parties.
Shit.
“These ones?” Jack holds up a small teal box of Protex Arouse.
“No.” Eddie had hated the bumpy spiral all along the shaft. Said it made Richie’s dick feel like one of those long, twisty lollipops they sold at carnivals.
Jack puts them back, takes out another box. “Are these it?” he asks, holding up a pack of LifeStyles Snugger Fit.
“No.” Eddie had hated the lube those condoms were coated in. He’d compared Richie’s dick to a slimy, cold slug.
Jack goes back to searching. At this point, a line was beginning to form behind Richie. One guy was struggling to carry two family-sized bags of chips and three 2-liter bottles of soda.
“What color is the box?” Jack calls from the other side of the counter.
“Pink. With a red heart in the corner,” Richie answers through gritted teeth, smiling awkwardly at the guy behind him who was dangling a heavy crate of beer in one hand and carrying a jug of milk in the other. Maybe Richie wasn’t the weirdest guy here after all.
“Sorry, dude, I think we’re fresh out,” Jack says, getting up from the floor.
Richie doesn’t hear the last part of the sentence. He runs out of the store, almost tripping on his shoelaces as he tumbles back into his car.
Richie has been to three grocery stores, he’s stopped at four gas stations, and he’s even visited a couple of pharmacies. None of them had what he was looking for.
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
Downtown was a twenty-minute drive from the edge of town, it's a little out of Richie’s way, but this was his last chance. There’s a sex shop downtown that might have them. Keyword: might. Richie’s never actually been inside the sex shop. He and Eddie have walked past it plenty of times whenever they’ve gone downtown to eat or do some shopping or watch a movie in the old theater. They’ve joked about going in before, made each other blush at the thought of buying a sex toy or two, but they’ve never actually set foot inside the store.
Richie feels his stomach lurch as he walks up to the door. It doesn’t look like a sex shop, not really. The outside of the store is painted all black, there are no windows so nosy perverts can’t loiter around getting a look at all the frilly lingerie. The only indication that it was a sex shop was the bright pink neon sign that read ADULT STORE above the entrance.
Richie steps in. From where he stands, he can see a fishbowl full of individually wrapped condoms on the front checkout counter.
There's only one cashier.
And there's a line.
A long one.
Looks like all the pervs were out tonight.
Richie gingerly paces around the store, praying to whatever god was out there that he’d find a shelf full of condom boxes or maybe walk past one of those condom vending machines. Anything so he wouldn’t have to stand in line just to stick his hand in the condom fish bowl.
He circles the entire shop. The air is stuffy, and the walls are painted a deep red that he finds a little disorienting. He sees dildos of every shape, size, and color. He finds all kinds of dirty magazines, butt plugs, lube, and lingerie.
But does he find any condoms? No dice.
He had no choice. He was going to have to wait in line.
Begrudgingly, he walks back to the front of the store and stands at the end of the line. He doesn’t even have anything else he could buy while he’s here to make the trip worth it. If he came home with a box set of cute butt plugs for Eddie to try, he’s not sure how Eddie would react.
Richie waits behind a girl who was there to buy herself some sexy lingerie while the slowest cashier on planet Earth checks out a guy buying an entire stack of dirty magazines. His foot bounces impatiently as the cashier scans each magazine one by one. When that guy leaves, the next guy causes an even longer wait by trying to buy a dildo with a defective barcode that wasn’t scanning. And then the guy after that kept adding weird sex candies to his purchase. Edible panties, dick-shaped sour gummies, conversation hearts with dirty talk printed on them. The guy must’ve had a crazy sweet tooth.
Finally, it’s Richie’s turn.
The guy working the counter doesn’t even have a name tag. Or a uniform. From the looks of it, he was dressed in his regular clothes, and his face was covered in piercings.
“Do you guys have packs of condoms?” Richie mumbles quietly, feeling ridiculous. He’s in a sex shop surrounded by dildos and paddles, trying to buy regular ass condoms.
“Sorry, dude, didn’t catch that. Can you say that again?” the cashier says, his lip piercings giving him a slight lisp.
Richie almost leaves right then and there. “Condoms.”
The cashier slides the fishbowl over to him. “These are all we got, man.”
“You gotta be shitting me,” Richie complains, and the cashier gives him a look that says ‘I’m not shitting you, dude’.
Given no other choice, Richie sticks his hand in the fishbowl and prays that they have one, just one, loose Ivory Ultra Thin XL Lubricated floating around in there. He pulls out candy-flavored condoms, South Park novelty condoms, condoms with fast food and comic book logos on them, condoms on lollipop sticks, and even one that has the logo for the American Red Cross on it with the words Orgasm Donor written on the front. He briefly considers taking that one before deciding against it.
“Don’t you guys sell any real condoms? You know, like actual brands,” Richie asks. At this point, his annoyance has turned into genuine confusion. How did a sex shop barely have any condoms? They sold blowjob candy but not Trojans?
“Sorry, dude. Most people don't come all the way here for condoms. Our speciality is sex toys.”
Richie leaves disappointed.
Eddie hates safe sex.
Scratch that. Maybe hate isn't the right word.
Eddie likes sex. He loves having sex with Richie. Really, it's great. Richie's great. He’s great with his mouth and tongue, he fingers Eddie until he’s loose enough to take every last inch of his decently big cock, and always makes sure Eddie comes first.
But Eddie was starting to get real sick of using condoms all the damn time.
When they’d started having sex, using condoms just made sense. Eddie had been so scared of catching an STD that not even the knowledge that he and Richie were both virgins consoled him. Years of listening to his mother’s lies about sex and how it would ruin his health and damn his immortal soul for all eternity had him convinced that if he and Richie had sex without a condom, somehow they would both get AIDs and die.
But that was years ago. They've been having sex for almost three years now. Exclusively! So it was perfectly normal to want to try having unprotected sex. Right?
In those three years, they’d gone from being high school sweethearts to college roommates. Eddie knows he should’ve told Richie about what he wants by now. Richie was always so open with him about his desires, how he thought about kissing Eddie all the time, how his favorite thing was fucking Eddie while he wore one of his baggy T-shirts. It was only fair for Eddie to be just as open. But every time he’s tried bringing up his interest in having Richie do something as dirty as coming inside him, he freezes up, gets too shy, and then doesn't say anything.
For the most part, Eddie doesn’t really mind. He still likes having sex with Richie even if some of the condoms he buys are a little weird. It still feels really fucking good. And there was definitely something to be said for how hot Richie looked with the condom on after sex. The way the condom glistens with lube, tight around Richie’s cock that was still so heavy and big even when he’s not hard, semen spilling from the sides because he always came so fucking much.
But some days, when he’s coming down from his orgasm and Richie’s body is on top of his, his dick still buried deep inside, Eddie can’t help but crave that feeling of Richie’s cum on his skin.
Their first time, Richie had come on him. He’d fingered Eddie open for what felt like hours, fucked him until his toes curled, and he’d come hard on Richie’s dick. And then Eddie had watched, wide-eyed, as Richie tore the bulky, rubber condom off and had spilled all over Eddie’s belly.
It had been the most erotic thing Eddie had ever experienced. He didn’t even masturbate back then, between the two of them, Richie had more experience touching Eddie’s dick. He only started touching himself because he couldn’t get the disgusting thought of Richie coming deep inside him out of his mind. He wants it so badly. Wants to feel Richie’s semen dripping down his leg, his sore puckered hole clenching around nothing, trying to keep it from spilling out and making a mess on the sheets. He felt hot all over whenever he thinks about it.
But Richie leaves him wanting. For years, he's left Eddie wanting.
Richie always seems to have condoms ready for when they have sex. After three years, you'd think he'd slip up once, but nope. It was like he bought variety packs of them in bulk every time he went out. Eddie thought for sure that constantly complaining about the condoms and teasing Richie about how nice it might feel not to use one would be some sort of hint, but no matter what he did, Richie just kept buying more.
It seems like Eddie’s only option is asking Richie point blank.
Eddie feels his cheeks blush. He and Richie have a date planned tonight. They had tickets to go see a movie and were probably going to have sex the minute they got back home. Eddie’s showered, he’s put on some cute underwear, he’s even brushed his teeth in case Richie wants to make out instead of watching the movie.
And Richie was late. Which wasn’t weird for him when it came to other stuff, but he was usually very punctual when it came to date night. He was due home an hour ago, if he didn’t show up soon, they were going to be late for the movie.
Eddie’s fixing up his hair in the bathroom, trying to tame the curls that always sprang up when his hair got a little too long, when he hears the front door of the apartment open.
“I’m almost ready, Rich,” Eddie shouts, quickly patting some cologne behind his ears before stepping out. “What took you so - Hey, dude, you alright?”
Richie’s slumped on the couch, looking like he’s just been beat up. “Yeah,” he sighs. “I’m hunky-dory, Eddie Spaghetti.” He sounded exhausted, like he ran all the way here from wherever he’d been.
Eddie makes his way over to where Richie is sitting. “Are you going to change?” Up close, Eddie can see that Richie’s hair is a total mess, his cheeks are flushed, and he smells all sweaty. If Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d assume Richie was coming down with the flu or something.
“No. Let’s just go.” Richie struggles to stand up. He takes Eddie’s hand, his fingers are ice cold from being outside.
“If you’re not feeling up to it, I don’t mind staying in,” Eddie says, putting a palm to Richie’s forehead. Richie always hid being sick from Eddie, not wanting to worry him. It only made Eddie worry about him more.
“But you already got all dressed up.”
“It’s just jeans and a polo, dude,” Eddie tells him, pressing his palm to his cheek. It feels normal. “You don’t have a fever. Why do you look like shit?”
“No reason.” Richie puts his hands on Eddie’s hips, wrapping his fingers around the belt loops of his jeans. “I’m sorry I got home so late. Kinda ruined date night, didn’t I?”
Eddie brings his face in close, kissing Richie lightly on the lips. If Richie isn't sick, then there's no reason not to kiss. “I don’t care about that, Rich.”
The two of them forget all about the movie.
Before Richie, Eddie had always found the concept of kissing to be kind of gross. Tongues sliding against each other, spit pooling in their mouths, chapped lips - he didn’t understand the appeal at all. But kissing Richie left him feeling relaxed in a way nothing else ever has. It was the perfect precursor to sex, a taste of what was to come. Every press and touch of their lips went right to Eddie’s dick. His hand slides down Richie’s chest, touching his firm pecs and soft stomach all the way down to the front of his jeans. He’s getting hard, Eddie can feel him twitching against his palm. His fingers find the pull of his zipper, tugging it down when Richie stops him.
“Eds, wait. We can’t,” Richie murmurs, grabbing Eddie’s wrist.
“We can’t?” Eddie stops kissing him. Maybe something really was wrong. Richie never said no to sex. “Why not?”
“Because we ran out of condoms.”
The words hit Eddie's ear like the sweetest symphony, he hears baby-faced cherubs playing a love song on their golden harps. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling too hard. “Really? Oh no…that’s…never happened before.”
Richie frowns. Unlike Eddie, he actually looks upset by this turn of events. “I went all over town. I checked like five different stores, and I couldn’t find a single box of the ones you like. I’m really sorry, Eds.”
“The ones I like?”
“You know.” Eddie blinks. He didn’t know. “Ivory Ultra Thin XL Lubricated,” Richie insists, but Eddie just looks even more lost. “The ones in the pink box! With the heart.”
“Oh.” Comparatively, Eddie did like those more than the other condoms Richie has bought for them to try over the years. But only because they were especially thin and felt almost like nothing. “Right, right. Yeah. It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.”
“No, really, it’s fine,” Eddie persists. Fuck, Eddie really was going to have to come out and say it. Richie still wasn’t getting the hint at all. “Really. I don’t mind.”
“Eds, no. You should never feel forced to do anything with me that you’re not into - "
“Richie - ”
"I know the mess kinda grosses you out - ”
"Richie. Listen to me - "
"Tomorrow I'll try to hit up some of the other stores - "
"Richie!"
Richie finally shuts up. “What?”
“I want you to fuck me. Without a condom. I want it…raw.”
Richie almost passes out, he has to remind his lungs to breathe. “You sure?”
Eddie doesn’t answer. He gives Richie a bashful smile and makes his way to the bedroom. Taking off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants on the way there.
Eddie helps Richie out of his clothes when they fall into bed. He can tell that Richie’s nervous. He always smiles hard and laughs a little too loud when he gets nervous, tripping over himself like he’s forgotten how to use his limbs.
Richie’s cock springs free from his boxers, the tip already wet with precum.
“You put on your cute underwear for our date,” Richie says, gripping onto the sides of Eddie’s tiny red briefs. He loves it when Eddie wears this pair, loves the way it hugs Eddie’s ass and digs into his hips.
“I know you like them,” Eddie murmurs, planting a quick kiss on Richie’s lips.
Richie bites back a moan, honing in on sliding Eddie’s underwear down his legs. The two of them really loved being naked during sex, being naked together in general, really. It was part of the reason why they loved taking baths and showers together and skinny dipping in the summer. There was an intimacy to being so comfortable with each other that they had nothing to hide, every scar and freckle fully on display.
Eddie’s pulse pounds under his skin when he hears the sound of their bedside drawer opening and the familiar click of the lube bottle. His cock perks up, heavy and hard between his legs.
“Are you sure you want this?” Richie asks, warming the lube up in his hand, always so considerate when it came to stuff like that. It made Eddie feel loved and taken care of. “If it feels weird, we can stop.”
“I’ve wanted it for a while,” Eddie confesses, his body feeling hot. “I just. I didn’t know how to ask for it.” He spreads his legs, giving Richie permission to keep going, to keep touching him.
“Cute.” Richie’s slick fingers press against Eddie’s pink hole, rubbing his rim softly and getting him wet. Eddie whines, loving the way it feels to be teased like this. “Do you wanna do it like this? Looking at each other?” Richie asks, imagining the look in Eddie’s eyes when he feels Richie’s cum drooling out of him for the first time.
Eddie nods, his face turning a pretty shade of pink. “Wanna look at you when you…you know.”
Richie slowly pushes the tip of one of his fingers past the tight rim of Eddie’s asshole. “I love doing this to you,” he says, looking almost awestruck as he watches his finger slide in and out of Eddie, loosening him up.
“I know - ahh. I love it too.” Eddie’s breath hitches when Richie slips another finger in, both of them stroking directly over his prostate.
Richie does that for what feels like hours, fucking Eddie’s hole with just two fingers. Pulling out completely every so often to rub slow circles around his rim before shoving them back inside and pressing up against his prostate. Richie has his sweet spot memorized, he’s doing this on purpose. He moves his fingers in and out so slowly it feels torturous, scissoring them apart every so often just so Eddie can feel the pleasant sting of being stretched.
“Just put it in already. You know I can take it,” Eddie grumbles, legs shaking as he fought the urge to fuck himself on Richie’s fingers. Usually he really does love getting fingerbanged until he feels loose enough to take Richie balls deep, but he’s more than a little impatient today.
Richie nudges a third finger inside of him, making sure Eddie can take it before pulling out completely. He rubs more lube all over Eddie’s hole until it glistens from how wet it is. Richie fucks his fist, slicking up his own cock, anticipating the heat and tightness of Eddie’s body when he slides in bare for the very first time.
The feeling of Richie’s tip, hot and sticky and hard, against his asshole makes Eddie’s head spin. The stretch is so different from how sex has felt in the past, softer and warmer. It makes Eddie whine. “Please, please,” Eddie moans softly, almost begging Richie to move, to start fucking him for real.
The first thrust of Richie’s hips has them both drooling. Rough pants and whimpers escape both of their mouths, their hands reaching to touch every inch of each other. It’s more intense than their first time had been; neither of them had thought that was even possible.
“Fuuuck, Richie,” Eddie sobs, his lungs aching as his body struggles to relearn how to breathe. The feeling of being stretched open, the sudden fullness of his body swallowing Richie’s cock, it’s almost too much.
Richie’s hands hold on tightly to Eddie’s waist as he thrusts his hips weakly. Eddie’s legs wrap around him, encouraging him to keep going until he bottoms out. He wants every inch of Richie’s fat cock inside him when he comes.
The head of Richie’s cock brushes right against Eddie’s prostate as he pushes in deeper. “Ahh…that’s it. Give it to me.” He feels stuffed full. Just so fucking full of Richie and his cock, and surrounded by the heat of his skin and the smell of the sweat on his skin. His hole twitches and clenches around Richie, like it’s a mouth trying to suck him down to the base.
“What the fuck,” Richie whimpers, taking a deep breath and pulling out just a little, before pushing back in. His cock is barely half of the way in, and he already feels like he’s going to come. He takes back every good thing he’s ever said about having sex with a condom on. Raw sex with Eddie is the best, no question.
Richie can’t seem to keep his voice down, he whines like he can’t take it. He’s always been loud during sex, but the way his body is trembling with pleasure right now is so new. He falls forward, his forehead resting against Eddie’s, hips still thrusting, trying to get every bit of his cock inside Eddie. Eddie grinds his hips down, meeting his thrusts and feeling the pressure of Richie’s shaft pressed tight against his prostate.
With one last weak thrust, Richie’s all in, completely sheathed in Eddie’s warmth. It’s overwhelming. He feels like he might cry, and he hasn’t cried during sex in a long, long time.
Eddie drapes his arms around Richie’s neck, kissing his cheek softly. “Wow,” Eddie giggles. “You feel fucking huge like this.”
“You’re like. So much warmer. And soft. Fuck, Eds, you’re so soft. Wanna do this all the time.”
They share a kiss, barely a touch of lips, and a feeling of being so deeply and unapologetically in love spreads through both their bodies. They’ve felt this feeling before, back in Derry, having sex for the first time, hidden in the darkness of Richie’s room. Back when they couldn’t even hold hands in public without getting weird stares, but they still did it anyway.
“Do you wanna come in me, Rich?” Eddie whispers into Richie’s ear, almost breathless. His erection rubs against Richie’s soft stomach, he’s so hard it was starting to hurt. He feels so dirty, wanting this, asking for Richie to come inside him. But fuck does he want it. He wants to feel that familiar feeling of his fucked out hole gaping, missing Richie’s cock, wants to know what it’s like to feel like that while Richie’s cum dribbles and drools out of him.
Richie’s hips push their bodies even closer together. “Yeah, Eds. Yeahh,” he moans, his thrusts picking up speed. His dick leaks spurts of precum that slick up his cock and Eddie’s insides, so wet and slippery that it’s easy to fuck into Eddie harder and harder. He kisses Eddie clumsily, his tongue slipping inside Eddie’s wanting mouth. Eddie kisses his back just as desperately, spit spilling from Richie’s mouth and into his own and down his chin.
Each kiss feels like a confession, like saying ‘I love you, stay with me like this forever’. Eddie feels so lost in the overwhelming love he feels getting fucked like this that all he can do is sob into Richie’s mouth, his toes curling against Richie’s strong thighs. Richie loves him. Loves him in a way that's almost animalistic. The thrusting and the sound of flesh slapping against each other, nothing, not even a thin piece of artificial synthetic plastic, separating them. Eddie’s an animal too, so he moves his hips and holds onto Richie as tight as he can.
“Edd - uhh…Eds, I’m coming.”
“Please, Rich - nnngh. Come in me. Want it so bad”
Dick twitching, hands digging into Richie’s hair, Eddie comes over both of their stomachs. His cum feels warm against their hot and sweaty skin. His thighs tense up as the pleasure rips from deep in his gut and spreads throughout his entire body. It feels so good it almost makes his stomach hurt. Like that feeling of laughing too hard and for so long that you can’t breathe.
Richie comes deep inside him. It’s a lot, Richie always comes a lot, and Eddie can almost feel it spilling out from the sides. Richie doesn’t stop fucking him, he keeps moving his hips until their pants fill the room and the thrumming under their skin ebbs.
Richie's pulls out, his spent cock soft and sensitive, Eddie moaning a little as he feels the wet slide of Richie’s dick and the cum spilling out of him. He exhales deeply, his body still tingling with desire and hot from the post-orgasm high. Richie looks wild, sweat dripping from his forehead and strings of spit all over his face, hair so wild he looks like he’s the one who just got fucked.
“Holy fucking shit, that was so fucking good. Let’s do it like that all the time,” Eddie says, patting Richie's shoulder for a job well done.
Richie sits up, his body a bit off balance and his eyes focused on the mess he’s made between Eddie’s legs. His semen dribbles out of Eddie’s puffy fucked hole, pale white against his tanned skin. “Wowza,” he sighs, obsessed with the sight. Eddie thinks he sees his pupils go wide in adoration.
Richie takes a finger, massages Eddie’s rim before tenderly slipping it inside. Eddie groans at the feeling, he’s tender and sore there in that way he’s always liked, but he’s so wet this time, like his hole is salivating.
“Richie, wait…that’s gross,” he whines, kicking Richie’s side softly.
“I thought you liked gross now,” he ribs, his finger still playing with Eddie's hole.
“Not that gross. Don’t mess around with your jizz after it’s been in me.”
“It’s my jizz. I think I should be allowed to mess around with it if I want. Maybe I could even put my mouth on you. Really get you all messy with it"
The sex must’ve made Richie delirious. It’s the only explanation for why he’d say something so dirty. But something in the way he smiles makes Eddie suspect that he isn’t joking. The mere idea of Richie sucking his own cum out of Eddie’s asshole after he’s fucked it makes his hole twitch. They were going to have a lot of fun with each other this weekend, Eddie could feel it.
Richie slips another finger delicately past Eddie’s loose rim. “Fuuck,” Eddie gasps, not prepared for how tender his body would feel at being touched like this. Richie moves his fingers in and out, barely rubbing over his prostate. His semen dripping out of Eddie's hole every time he pulls out. It's that feeling Eddie's been craving, the one he felt back when he was seventeen, Richie's cum on his supple, hot skin.
"Eds, I think I'm falling in love with you all over again," he sighs, spreading Eddie's legs further apart.
“Quit it,” Eddie laughs weakly just as Richie takes his thumbs and holds Eddie’s ass open, watching his cum bubble out of him.
Richie wishes more than anything else that he had a camera right now so that he could take a picture and keep it in his back pocket forever. He goes in and plants a brisk kiss over Eddie’s swollen rim, his tongue poking out just enough to give it one quick lick.
Eddie almost screams.
“This was so much better than going to the movies,” Richie jokes.