Yeah, I am complaining because I don't want my friends seeing you grope me. I don't want some weird fucking photographers pasting pictures of us all over their trash magazines either.

( He whines high in his throat as he says it and shuffles slightly to get his pants and briefs down around his hips as he turns. Already Eddie can't help the shudder that goes through him as Richie speaks, chewing on his bottom lip. )

Come on, Rich. You've been driving me crazy all night.