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Thursday October 8th, 2018 - 8: 15 P.M -- Dorm Building 2F, Second Floor, Room 934

"You cleaned!" Eddie says excitedly when he enters Richie's room. Last time, only one side of the room was tidy-Mike's. Richie's was a total disaster. But now, his side of the room was also very neat. The bed was actually made properly, with the blanket tucked in. The trash that was once scattered around the floor was nowhere to be seen. And was that... a duster hung up on the wall? Eddie could almost hear angels singing above him.

Richie rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well. Mike told me how disgusted you were when you saw my side last time. I just thought I'd be good host and, you know, clean up. It's not a big deal." Richie shrugged, but Eddie noticed how his cheeks were a little red.

Eddie beamed at him. He remembered Mike saying how he'd been trying to get Richie to clean but failing every time, and here Richie was-cleaning it just because Eddie didn't like it last time. It made Eddie happier than it should.

It was becoming darker outside, the dim light from the lamp posts outside the large window being the only light in the room. The room was cozy and warm, for some reason feeling a lot more of a home than Eddie's own room. Or maybe it was just the fact that Richie was there. Whatever it was--Eddie didn't want to be anywhere else. He walked to Richie's desk, noticing some music sheets with pencil markings scrawled all over stacked neatly at the top.

"You make music?" he asked, carefully taking one sheet and observing the messy scrawls and marks on each note.

Richie sat down at his bed, taking off his shoes. "Yeah, kind of--I use the base notes of old tunes and kind of mix it in with my own. I only recently learned how to play the guitar, but it's already sort of become a habit for me."

Eddie's eyes scan over the music sheet, putting it back neatly. He looks at Richie. "Can you play for me sometime? I've never known someone who could do it."

Richie smiles. "For you, Eddie Kaspbrak, I would do anything. Even if it means you realizing that I actually suck at playing the guitar and I'm only acting like a musical wonder."

Eddie smiles, biting his lip. But his mind is still stuck on when Richie said his full name. It was a sound that Eddie wouldn't mind listening to for hours. Eddie takes off his backpack and places it on the floor next to the desk. He slowly walks to where Richie's sitting on the edge of the bed.

He can feel his nerves flutter around in anticipation. He knows why he really came here, and why Richie invited him here. They both needed finish what happened on Sunday night. But Eddie didn't really know what exactly that was. All he knows is that for some reason, there is this sudden desire to feel how he felt on Sunday. To feel close with Richie.

Eddie walks until his thigh hits Richie's knee. He looks at him.

"Hi." His voice sounds quieter, almost shy.

Richie gives a soft smile. "Hi, baby." Eddie's heart lurches.

Richie reaches over and holds Eddie's hand, his thumb stroking his hand. Eddie bites his lip, his eyes following the movement. Richie looks up at him.

"Tell me what you want," he says quietly, a firm look in his eye. Eddie holds his breath.

"I don't really know what I want." You. I want you.

Richie hums. "That's okay," he pauses for a little bit. "But you do want me to-"

Eddie nods. "Yes. I do. I want-I want you to do what you did last time. No-I want you to do more," Eddie admits. "But only if you want to. I'm not like, forcing you or anything."

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Richie chuckles. "You're adorable, you know that?"

Eddie preens at that, grinning happily. He looks down and plays with Richie's fingers. "I know."

Richie scoffs fondly, his hand coming up Eddie's arm and holding for a second. He plays with the material of Eddie's sweatshirt, feeling the fabric around his fingers. He looks at him again.

"If you feel uncomfortable at all or don't want something, just tell me and I'll stop," Richie says seriously. Eddie quickly nods, appreciating Richie's thoughtfulness. But he knows for a fact that he will not be saying those words tonight.

"Promise?" Richie presses, making sure.

"I promise."

Richie leans back a bit, eying him up and down once quickly. "Alright," he says softly. "I want you take off your clothes."

Eddie feels his heart hammer in excited thrill. "A-all of them?" He asks timidly.

Richie nods once, his face encouraging, but also firm.

"Are you going to undress too?"

Richie smirks. "Nope."

Eddie lets out a shaky breath, feeling himself grow more nervous, but also excited. He starts with his shoes first, and then his socks. He balls up the socks and places them in the shoes, putting them together neatly by the wall. Then, he reaches for the hem of his sweatshirt, pulling it over his head to reveal a white long sleeved shirt underneath.

Eddie doesn't look at Richie while he does this-just looks at his own actions. He feels completely in the spotlight, with Richie sitting in front of him and watching him strip down. Eddie holds his breath when he reaches the hem of shirt to pull that off too. The second he does, he feels the cool air hit his exposed, pale skin, making him shiver a little. Eddie doesn't look at Richie, just looks down at his pants.

He fingers the waistband of his pants, pausing for a second before slowly pulling them all the way down, feeling the soft skin of his shaved legs graze his fingers as he did. He takes them off and folds them neatly along with his sweatshirt, placing them by the wall. He takes his time though, knowing what comes next.

Eddie's now only in his black boxers, and he stands awkwardly, fumbling with his fingers. He looks up at Richie, knowing what he has to do, but feeling like he needs to hear it from him.

"Those too, baby boy."

And it's probably the nickname that makes Eddie take off the last bit of clothing on him quickly, folding them with slightly shaking hands. Eddie looks down, resisting the urge to cover his cock, which is now starting to harden. Eddie mentally scolds it. What are you getting hard at you idiot? This is the most embarrassing thing ever-I'm just standing here completely naked while a fully clothed hot as fuck guy is raking me up and down with his eyes-Eddie suddenly realizes he's looked up at Richie, because what he sees makes his knees tremble--and not just out of anticipation.

Richie is, indeed, raking him up with his dark eyes, but the thing that makes his knees tremble is the fact that there is something in Richie's eyes and face that Eddie can only categorize as predatory. Like when a lion spots a deer, and it's just waiting to pounce on it's prey. It should make Eddie a little scared, but it only makes him more aroused, his lower area growing hotter. He feels a wave of unfamiliar desire washing over him.

"Fuck. You're so fucking gorgeous," Richie says breathlessly, completely awed. His eyes run all over Eddie's small body, licking his lips slowly. Eddie blushes, but the comment makes him feel a little more confident. He stands a little straighter and looks at Richie's face, feeling less nervous. He's never been naked in front of someone else before-except for his mother when he was a kid. So this is a completely new feeling for him. He feels adrenaline pumping in his veins, making his heart on the verge of exploding.

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