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( 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.

( Eddie gets it, really, he does even if it still means he isn't going to get his fucking dick out in public like Richie seems to want. Yet he still fucking gets it. He's been staring at Richie since they got ready back at their house earlier in the evening because there just something so good about seeing his husband-to-be in a suit especially one that fits him well. Honestly, he feels feral and wants to climb Richie like a fucking tree but―

But not in front of their friends! Especially when they're supposed to be here for Bill.

So although it was nice having Richie's hand (his big fucking hand) on his knee and then snaking up his thigh until he's just a breath away from where Eddie really would like his hand. Still he has, at least, some self-control and spends more than his share of time smacking and pinching his boyfriend's hand like a toddler. )

Richie―

( He finally has to grit his teeth by the time they get to dessert, stabbing at his fancy baked apple and glaring at the other man out of the corner of his eye. There's still a proper afterparty and mingling to consider but: )

Oh, yeah? I honestly couldn't tell. I probably have bruises on my fucking legs by now.

( It's all said lightly, quietly just for the two of them and although Eddie's brows are furrowed― he noticeably settles with the kiss press against his lips. )

Our friends are gonna know. Stan will definitely know.

( Eddie’s slap at his hand has Richie pouting and frowning. Why doesn’t Eddie want to have a little fun? It wasn’t like they were the important ones at this event; it’s Bill and all the other fancy actors and writers and directors. Richie and Eddie are nobody; they can get away with it easily. Richie’s convinced himself. )

So what if Stan-the-Man knows? What’s he gonna do? Tell everyone in the whole fuckin’ place?

( Richie’s grinning, mischief glinting in his eyes. He’s wearing contacts for the special occasion, and he still finds himself going to push invisible glasses up his nose out of habit. He nudges Eddie with his arm and picks at his dessert. He wants something chocolately not this. What Richie really wants is his fiance’s dick in his mouth for dessert. He pouts at the thought and sulks, his head dipped as he looks at the plate in front of him.

Eddie’s right, their friends will know, but it doesn’t stop Richie from trying one more time. )

Eddie, I’m horny.

( He whines, like a child who wants candy before dinner. Richie wriggles on his chair just to add some more emphasis and grabs Eddie’s hand, pulling it to his crotch so he can see just how hard Richie is. )

If you don’t help me, I’m gonna have to go to the bathroom and help myself. And what if, while I'm in there, I run into a handsome movie star who wants to suck me off? What am I gonna do then? Say no?

That's not helping you like you think it is.

( He hisses, face red and shoulders pulled up as he squeezes softly at Richie's dick tenting in his pants. He knows that Richie is just acting like a child and trying to get under his skin but the problem is that its fucking working. Eddie hates it but he knows he's jealous by nature and the idea of Richie just fucking someone because Eddie is trying to be proper in front of their friends does wonders to piss him off. )

You fucking suck, you know that? I can't believe you'd say something like that to me even as just a shitty joke―

( With a huff, he pushes back in his chair and stands. It gets a raise of a brow from Stan to which Eddie says: )

Bathroom. Hey, Rich, let me know if you find that date.

( ... And, well, at least he's up and moving away from folks, yeah? )

( Richie begs to differ, as he keeps his eyes fixed on Eddie, on his annoyed face and it just eggs Richie on more. There’s a little falter to his amused expression as Eddie huffs and shows that he’s very pissed off, but Richie hopes Eddie knows he’d never actually do anything like that. Richie’s scored the fucking jackpot getting Eddie Kaspbrak to fall in love with him: he’s never going to fuck that up. Not for all the movie stars in the world. )

Eds—

( Shit. Now he’s actually worried, and Richie doesn’t even turn to look at their friends as Eddie rushes off and he follows like a puppy following its owner. )

Eddie—

( Don’t be mad. Please don’t be mad. )

( If there's one thing in the world that Eddie is good at then its probably angry powerwalking. He imagines its a learned lesson from just work and life in general but it definitely helps in moments like these when he wants to get far enough away that he can fume or kill his fiancé in fucking peace.

Which, once he finds one of the out of the way bathrooms, he immediately turns on Richie and pushes him against the bathroom door with a hiss. )

I hate you so fucking much. ( Which is hard to take seriously when Eddie is leaning up and in to smother a kiss against Richie's lips. )

All that bullshit because I didn't want to touch your dick in front of our friends.

( Oh fucking thank God. Richie breathes a sigh of relief the moment Eddie kisses him. Richie's trapped up against the door of the bathroom and if anyone tries to push open the door they're going to get a shock but right now he doesn't care. All that matters is Eddie wants to kiss him.

Richie kisses him back, pulling him close by the lapels of his jacket. )

They weren't going to see-- it was under the table.

( Richie giggles against Eddie's lips and takes him by his tie, pulling him into one of the bathroom stalls to give themselves some more privacy. )

So how about that blowjob, Spaghetti Man?

They would have absolutely known. You're way too fucking loud if I so much as glance at your dick.

( Still he won't complain as Richie tugs and pulls him around by the lapels of his suit jacket because, if anything, it just gets him all the more invested in the moment as he groans against the other man's mouth.

Though even that is cut off as Rich grabs his tie, tugging him along and pulling them into one of the nearby stalls. Okay, wow, they were really going to do this, huh? It's wild but it gets a fever burning through him as he hastily shakes his head. )

N-no. I need you in me like yesterday, dickhead.

( He fumbles to his coat pocket, producing the travel size bottle of lube and cursing as he almost drops it. )

Rich, please- you've got no idea what sort of shit you've done to me all night.

Oh, yeah?

( Richie can't help the grin that's plastered across his face at Eddie's confession. He raises an eyebrow. )

Dude, you brought lube and you're complaining that I'm the one that tried to touch you in front of our friends?

( He wasn't going to complain though. Richie will never complain about Eddie wanting to get fucked. He grabs for Eddie's belt, undoing it quickly and doing the same to the button and zipper of his pants. )

Turn around. Gotta get you a little ready before I fuck you.

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.

Me? You've been driving me crazy all night.

( But he gives in, and gets to his knees, spreading Eddie's cheeks so he can shove his face between them, his tongue lapping at the other's asshole. It's so good. It's always so fucking good. Richie moans and laps at Eddie's hole, his own cock hard and straining in his pants.

He brings up his index finger, the pad brushing over Eddie's hole before Richie's tongue replaces it, probing just a little as he moans. )

This is the dessert I wanted.

You're such an asshole, I swear. I can't believe I agreed to marry―

( But then Richie kneeling down against the floor, spreading him open and immediately laving his tongue against his hole. He groans deep in his chest, pressing his forehead against the cool tile as Richie continues to work him over in a way that Eddie knows will end with him weak in the knees and barely able to stand.

He chokes out a sound, squeezing at the base of his cock to starve off the immediate want to paint the stall walls. )

Richie, fuck. I hate how gifted you are with that fucking mouth of yours.

( Yeah, yeah. Richie wants to reply, wants to roll his eyes and say something smart to piss Eddie off even more but the taste of his asshole and the way that he moans is too distracting and for once Richie decides to behave himself. He takes the lube from Eddie's hand and squirts a bit onto his index finger, moving his head away so he can watch as he sinks his finger into Eddie's hole, just the tip at first and then down to his first knuckle. )

God, I love you Eddie.

( Richie sinks his finger in all the way and then pulls out, squirting lube onto his middle finger and adding that slowly, pumping his fingers carefully to stretch Eddie open the best he can with the timeframe they have. )

And I love you. I love you so fucking much.

( It's said with a shaky breath of air as he feels Richie's finger slip in, out and then is joined by a second one that has him shuddering down to his toes. It's hard not to react, to move and rock his hips back against Richie's fingers as he whimpers out a wounded sound. )

Come on, Rich― I'm fine, I'm ready. Hurry up and get up here.

Are you sure?

( Richie is impatient as anything, but he doesn't want to hurt Eddie and likes to take his time with this... but if Eddie insists that he's fine... Richie stands, withdraws his fingers from Eddie and squirts a good handful of lube onto his palm, lathering his cock with it and then smearing the leftover lube onto Eddie's asshole. Just for extra smoothness, of course.

Richie shuffles forwards and leans over Eddie, his chest pressed against his fiance's back. He lines his dick up with Eddie's hole and pushes in slowly, dropping his head against Eddie's shoulder. )

Fuck.

( Eddie's always felt so fucking good... )

You good?

Yeah, yeah― come on.

( He can't help the whine in his throat again. Honestly, he can't ever remember a time when he was ever so keyed-up about sex but there was just something about Richie. There's always been something about Richie. It's easy to be like this― so desperate and needy with him that he can't even be bothered to be embarrassed about it anymore.

It might be something to think on more but thankfully (God, thank you) Richie stands and begins to press in. Again, Eddie groans loud enough that he's sure his voice echoes off the tile around them and he ultimately has to bury his face against the crook of his arm. )

Just― just take it easy but I'm fine, I'm so fucking fine.

( And he proves this by grabbing at one of Richie's hands and bringing it around to grasp his own neglected cock as another pearl of pre-cum slips down over their joined hands. )

You make me feel so good, Rich. No one could ever make me feel this good.

( Richie presses into Eddie more, letting out a moan. But then he stops, and he pulls back, and takes Eddie by the shoulders. )

Wait-- I want to see you--

( He turns Eddie, and bends to hoist him up. Honestly, Richie is surprised at how strong he is, able to pick the other man up with less effort than he thought. Maybe he got super-strong from being so fucking horny. Maybe his dick is helping him lift Eddie off the ground. Either way, he half-perches Eddie against the toilet and brings his dick to Eddie's hole again, sliding into him once more.

Then he brings his attention to Eddie's leaking, aching cock. Richie wraps a hand around it, thumbing over the slit. )

I love you-- Eds, fuck-- I love you.

( It's hard to control the frustrated noise that Eddie makes as Richie pulls away and takes him by the shoulders. Still he can't deny the idea isn't a good one because immediately he is moaning again, color high on his cheeks as Rich manhandles him and lifts him up. It isn't terribly unknown that Eddie loves Richie's general... bigness whether its hands, shoulders or anything else in-between.

More so he likes when Richie uses that strength on him like now. It's got his whole body shivering before Richie even pushes back in, Eddie's breath hitching and letting his head fall back to thump against the tile behind him. )

I love you too. ( He says breathless, squirming. ) I love you so much. I can't wait to be married to you.

( Sappy? Sure but he's honestly a little drunk between some of the drinks he had earlier and now absolutely drunk on the feel of Richie inside him as well as his hands on him. It gets him squirming again, rocking his hips slightly and trying to urge Rich on. )

Me too, baby, me too.

( Richie can't; he can't wait to be married to Eddie, can't wait to drag him off half way through their wedding reception and fuck him just like this, and then walk out to their friends and family waiting for them. They'd probably all know exactly what they did and Richie wouldn't give a shit. He half wished Sonia was still alive so he could rub it all in her homophobic fucking face.

Take that, you evil fucking bitch, your son is happy. Look at him!!

Richie thrust his hips upwards into Eddie, burying his face in the crook of Eddie's shirt-covered shoulder. He moans, dragging his hips backwards and pushing up again, creating a steady rhythm now he was inside his fiance, now they were moving together. Richie's fingers dug into Eddie's skin, his muscles flexed and tensed as he held him up against the stall. )

Fuck-- hah-- you feel so fucking good Eds--

( He lifts his sweaty head and presses his lips to Eddie's neck, sucking a dark, puple mark into his skin. )

( Frankly― Eddie tries to keep his mother out of his thoughts always. It helps, he finds, to not even consider her in his day-to-day because just the thought alone threatens to undo what he managed to do in the short time since getting back the memories Pennywise took away. His therapist says its part of managing his CPTSD from the abuse though, honestly, he tries to avoid thinking about a lot of things during sex.

Not that he has a lot of room for any extra thoughts when Richie is doing such a fucking good job of keeping him singularly honed in on how good he feels. It still throws him for a loop because he had no idea that sex could be this good but since getting together with Richie; he's been proven wrong and shown he's been wrong on a great many things.

Kicking his leg back, he presses his foot against the stall door for support and fights to control his breathing. Eddie doesn't think its working, breath coming out in rapid fire pants and moaning high in his throat every time Richie thrusts back in. )

Because of you― hah, ah― all because of you. You make me feel fucking insane, Richie.

( He whines again, nails scratching at Richie's neck and scalp where he holds on to try and ground himself. )

Don't― don't mark me up too much. I got an important meeting on Monday, dickwad.

( Richie laughs against Eddie's skin as he ruts into him again and again, thrusting in short, sharp movements, his balls slapping against Eddie's skin. Fuck it's so good. It's so damn good Richie can barely think properly. )

What? Don't want 'em to know you get laid?

( He teases and kisses over the light mark he's left on Eddie's skin and decides not to leave any more. For now. Maybe he'll give Eddie some more later, when they've had a bit more to drink and Richie wants to mark his territory. If it were up to him, Richie would mark Eddie all over so everyone knew he was taken.

Richie's back is hunched and his clothes are sticking to him as he sweats and fucks into Eddie, but all he can focus on is the pooling of white hot in his stomach and how Eddie has him gasping and moaning into his shoulder. )

( The feeling of Richie rutting against him is just so much. It always edging on too much but Eddie doesn't think he could ever get enough of it. Their time since getting together has been eye-opening on a ridiculous number of levels as he's learned so much about himself and just what he likes.

Like how much he really, really likes their current position even if he can already hear the chuckles from his co-workers if he shows up to work marked up again. )

It's none of their fucking business— ( He says with another whine high up in his throat, slamming his foot against the stall door and shifting just enough that Richie is slamming into him just right. ) Fuck, Richie. Just like that, right there—

( But just as soon as Eddie is finally letting himself go, the bathroom door opens and Eddie slams a hand over Richie's mouth and bites down hard on his own lip. What the fuck— what the actual fuck. Who the hell would come to a bathroom this out of the fucking way?

He breathes in slowly and glares at Richie, shifting uncomfortably and just wishing that they could fucking keep going especially when he's this goddamn horny. )

( Too fucking right it was none of their business. Richie smirks against Eddie's neck and licks over the light mark he's made, so tempted to go back and make it darker. But he doesn't want Eddie to come back from work next week huffing about how his colleagues were talking about their sex life. Richie does that on stage enough as it is.

Right there. Richie takes the as his cue to keep up the pace, to keep his hips positioned just like that so he can slam himself into Eddie over and over again; Richie moans loudly, feeling himself get close-- and then there's a hand over his mouth and Richie stops his hips, looking wide-eyed at Eddie. For a moment he's confused until he hears someone pottering about just outside their stall.

Fuck. Fuck. Richie pants hard against Eddie's hand, his heart hammering in his chest. He's trying to get his breath back as quietly as he can, cramp building in his hip and his ass from their position now stilled.

Get the fuck out of here, asshole! Richie thinks, desperately wants to say.

( It's an awkward angle, to say the least. No matter which way Eddie moves, it shifts Richie inside him and edges a moan up in his throat that he has to quickly cover up by biting his tongue.

Carefully he reaches out, pulling Richie close and trying to match their breathing together. God, fuck this guy. He's moving about at his fucking leisure while talking on his phone, saying this and that but Eddie can't hear anything over the sound of blood drumming in his ears.

Finally, finally the door opens, closes and Eddie groans outload. )

Move, move— I'm so fucking close, Rich.

( There's no hesitation from Richie as soon as he hears the door close. They were alone. Richie thrust his hips forwards and drew them back out, repeating the motion again and again, fucking hard into Eddie like his life depended on it. )

Ah- ah--- ah fuck-fuck-fuck--

( Richie cried out as he got closer and closer to his release, finally... finally spilling into Eddie, his hips stuttering, fingers digging hard into the other's skin. )

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fellas is it gay to fuck at an awards evening for your friend

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