That's assuming they can even find your body, asshole. Probably mistake your bones for Bigfoot.

( Although Richie's arms curl around his waist, Eddie is moving to pull his jacket off and let it fall to the floor. Despite his current mood (akin to a hissing cat) Eddie melts into the kiss and opens his mouth to the Richie's tongue as it brushes across his lower lip.

There's a shiver that runs through his body but it's hard to deny what it's doing to him considering he can already feel his dick starting to strain against the confines of his running shorts. )

Living room because I'm not going to fucking ride you on a bed without any sheets. ( He mouths against Richie's lips and tugs him by the hem of his shorts. )

And what if I like causing problems for you?