( Richie had found it difficult to keep his hands off Eddie the entire time. Even when they were sat in the main hall, shoulder-to-shoulder on those shitty chairs, he’d ran his hand over Eddie’s knee and up his thigh until the other man told him to stop in a scolding voice. It’d only made him want him more.

Bill was a smart man so for him to receive an award wasn’t a surprise. He deserved it, and the fact that he’d invited all the losers to see him receive it was a nice gesture. Either that, or he was showing off. Richie wouldn’t blame him. And so what if Richie wanted to get a little hot and heavy? It was an awards evening which meant it was downright boring for anyone who wasn’t receiving an award.

So what if Richie wanted to get a little romantic? Although Richie’s idea of romantic right now was whispering dirty fucking things in Eddie’s ear as they tried to eat their food after the awards had been given out. Now it was time to party.

He wanted him; Eddie looked fucking delicious in his suit, his fucking bowtie and smart button-down, his hair all neat and tidy. Richie wanted to ravish him, wanted to mess his hair up and cover his neck in hickies and tell everyone that he was going to marry Eddie. )

How about a blowjob?

( Richie asked during dessert, keeping his voice low so the other losers didn’t hear. Richie tried his luck again, his hand groping for Eddie’s thigh, the shit-eating grin on his face giving him away to anybody who knew Richie Tozier. )

You look so fucking good, Eds, I can’t keep my damn hands to myself. Your ass looks so tight in those pants…

( Richie leaned forwards and pressed his lips against Eddie’s before withdrawing because he was definitely going to get too carried away. He was teetering on the lines of jerking Eddie off under the table. )

No one’s gonna know.