This is my first work in the "IT (2017)" fandom. These characters are aged up to 18, so no I am not sexualising children, calm down. Also, its modern day, and Pennywise never happened. Just two beautiful gay boys getting hot for each other,

Enjoy! If you don't enjoy/approve, look away :P

Chapter One: Movie Night

The two boys stare at the laptop screen, barely paying attention to the movie that plays out before them. Both are much more interested in the other boys' presence.

It's a Friday night and Richie has invited Eddie over to watch a movie with him. His parents are at home, mindlessly glued to the television set, both practically asleep on the sofa. Richie leads Eddie up to his bedroom and carefully shuts the door.

For the longest time, there had been some mild sexual chemistry between the two boys. It wasn't something they had ever addressed though. They'd always been close friends so coming over to watch a movie wasn't all that unusual.

They kick off their shoes and climb onto the bed as Richie puts Netflix on the laptop. The two boys smile at each other before settling down to watch a movie. Richie's bedside lamp is on, but just as the movie starts, he leans over and switches it off.

Eddie watches him, nerves slowly building. He often wonders if the chemistry he feels with Richie is one-sided, or whether the taller boy feels it too. He stares at Richie, eyes questioning.

"More cosy in the dark don't you think?" Richie says.

Eddie smirks at his friend, "I guess..."

Richie stares blankly at the screen before a shiver runs over his body. "Brr, I'm cold though," he says before beginning to climb under his bed covers.

Eddie thinks that there's a distinct change in the atmosphere. Richie turns to look softly at Eddie, lips parting, "Are you cold too?"

If that isn't a fucking invite, Eddie doesn't know what is!

Eddie isn't really feeling the cold, but he suddenly wants more than anything to be under the bed covers with Richie in that moment. Is that weird? He muses. He wonders in what capacity Richie was asking him that question.

They'd had sleepovers as kids, which fizzled out naturally when they were around 14 years old. They were now 18 and still hung out all the time, which regularly included movie nights. Sometimes with their friends, the other Losers, sometimes just the two of them.

Whenever they were alone, Eddie noted, lying on Richie's bed or even on the sofa if Richie's parents were out, the two boys tended to get pretty close, their legs or their arms almost touching. It was never very obvious and always so slight that Eddie wondered if it was his imagination.

But they'd never actually intentionally gotten close or touched. Or at least that's what Eddie thought. Unless there was intention on Richie's part. The idea of which sent Eddie's mind into overdrive.

But now here's Richie, inviting him into his bed. Whatever that means, Eddie isn't sure. But he can't ignore the feeling stirring deep in his belly.

Eddie looks into Richie's eyes, admiring his beautiful high cheekbones, his full lips and curly dark hair. Even his dumb Coke-bottle glasses. Eddie just thinks they're cute. He's overcome with the urge to touch Richie. To put his hand on his cheek and caress it with his thumb.

Eddie wonders how best to answer. He thinks that he should tell Richie he's fine and to just carry on watching the movie. Is that what he is going to do? Or is he going to follow his feelings and take the opportunity which is being presented to him?

"I guess it's a little chilly" Eddie finally answers. He stares straight at Richie before making any movements. "Should I...?" he asks, looking down at the bed.

Richie pulls back the duvet, "Get under here." he tells his friend as he smiles. Eddie returns his smile before he dubiously climbs into bed. Eddie had been slightly unsure before, but now there's a definite change in the atmosphere. Eddie tries his best to keep his game face on.

He stares straight ahead again at the laptop, having no damn idea what is going on in what they are watching. In all honesty, he isn't even really looking at the screen. His gaze may appear to be straight ahead of him, but he can't stop looking at Richie in his peripheral vision.

Eddie's heart goes up into his throat when he feels Richie inch closer to him. He is too scared to look at the other boy. Richie snuggles up under the bed covers, pulling the duvet up to his chin. The movie plays on as Richie slowly turns his body towards Eddie, allowing his head to fall onto his arm.

Eddie takes a deep breath, his heart thumping wildly. He can feel Richie's soft curls brushing against his arm. He feels as though they have entered a whole other dimension, where the constructs of their friendship don't exist. Where the complications don't exist. Where the pressures and expectations from society don't exist.

There is just Eddie and Richie. Eddie can feel the other boy's warm body pressed against him and it really just does something to him. He can't believe how close he is to Richie Tozier. There have only ever been slight touches, the brushing of hands, things that are barely even noticeable. But now, Richie is definitely pressing himself into Eddie.

Richie's hand slips along underneath the cover to find Eddie's. When he does, Eddie lets out a small, quiet yelp. Richie laces his fingers through Eddie's. Eddie's heart feels like it's beating 10 times faster than usual. He feels so alive with energy!

Okay, so this is new. They've never held hands before, but Eddie rather likes it. He swears to God that this is a dream and he's about to wake up alone in his own bed, utterly devastated and disappointed.

An amazing warmth spreads all over his body and it has nothing to do with being snuggled into a duvet. Eddie can't help himself, he moves his head slightly to look down at Richie. Richie's eyes are sparkling, looking up at Eddie. He smiles shyly down at Richie, who can't stop staring.

It doesn't occur to either of them to speak about what is going on. Somehow, they are under a magic spell and neither of them wants to break that by doing something ridiculous like talking about it!

There is no mistaking the energy between the two boys, who have long forgotten about whatever was on Netflix. As Richie's thumb strokes along the delicate, soft skin of Eddie's, Eddie can feel himself getting hard. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. No, no, not that, please not now. He wills his erection to go away.

Eddie is nervous as hell. He doesn't know what to do next. Luckily for him, he doesn't have to decide. He opens his eyes again, seeing Richie taking off his glasses and putting them on his bedside, without taking his gaze from Eddie. Eddie can tell that Richie is breathing pretty heavily himself now.

Eddie stares down at Richie, taking in his gorgeous features, desperate to put his hand on his face, to hold him close, to kiss him, to feel his body on his. His cock begins to ache, a strong pulling feeling in his groin, wanting and needing friction. He tries to ignore the ache in his pants, instead focusing on Richie's beautiful face.

Richie swallows hard and licks his lips before moving his head slowly forward and up to Eddie. Richie stops for a moment, simply staring into Eddie's eyes, perhaps giving one final chance for Eddie to put a stop to this. Richie isn't entirely sure that this is what Eddie wants, but he has a pretty good idea. He is confident he hasn't mistaken their energy.

Richie's lips are mere centimetres away from Eddie's mouth. Eddie looks Richie up and down, his heart beating out of his chest, Richie's hand still gripping onto the smaller boy's. Richie wastes no more time and slowly moves forward, feeling his and Eddie's breath between them, his body going numb as he presses his lips softly into Eddie's. Eddie feels as though his heart has completely stopped.

Their lips close around each other's, a kiss so soft, Eddie feels like he is flying. He can't believe this is actually happening. His hand grips tightly around Richie's. Richie presses his mouth into Eddie's, his tongue gently probing at Eddie's lips. Eddie responds, his mouth opening slightly to let Richie's tongue in.

Eddie thinks this is the most erotic kiss he has ever had in his life. He's certain his cock is fully hard now. To be fair, he's only ever kissed 2 people, both of them girls, one as a 'test', the other in the school play. Both of them did nothing for him, one of the main reasons Eddie realised he wasn't into girls.

Richie pulls away, breathing hard and deep, while looking at Eddie in a way Eddie has never seen before. Before Eddie knows what's happening, Richie is climbing on top of him, both of them breathing erratically. Richie is as hard as a rock and Eddie can feel it on his thigh.

"Holy shit!" Eddie exclaims, throwing his head back a little. If feeling Richie Tozier's hard-on wasn't the hottest thing he has ever experienced.

"Are you okay?" Richie asks. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No... no... it's just..." Eddie is scared. Overwhelmed. Excited. He has never done anything like this before. It's so new and scary. But everything just feels so right.

"We can stop if you want?" Richie offers.

And in that moment, Eddie thinks he falls for Richie hard. "No... I don't want to stop."

Richie keeps his expression neutral. "Me neither." They gaze at one another before Richie moves in for another kiss. Eddie can't help but sink into it. Their lips brush together as Richie's hands begin roaming up Eddie's chest, Richie's tongue making its' way back into Eddie's mouth.

Richie's lips move from Eddie's mouth, across his cheek and down to his neck. Eddie moans as Richie kisses softly into his skin. The moan is like sweet music to Richie's ears, and he's fumbling with Eddie's shirt, pushing it up, trying to get his hand underneath it so he can stroke Eddie's body.

Eddie's hands grip onto Richie's hips. It's the boldest move he's made so far and he hears Richie moan into his neck. Richie's wet lips are sucking softly on Eddie's neck, moving down to his collarbone and back up again, before Richie moves his lips close to Eddie's ear. "You're so hot, Eds." Richie whispers as he finally gets his hands on Eddie's body, stroking up and down his chest, his fingers lightly rubbing around Eddie's nipples before moving further down.

Eddie sighs and moans all at once, "Fuck, Rich!" And Richie is back to sucking gentle hickies onto his friend's neck, causing rippling goosebumps to travel down Eddie's body. Eddie is desperate to grab onto Richie's hair, and before he knows it, he has one hand on Richie's back, very quickly moving its' way down to his ass, whilst the other pushes into Richie's curls. Richie moans softly when he feels Eddie's firm grip on his hair. A moan that does not go unnoticed by Eddie or his already stiff cock, which convulses in excitement.

He quickly figures out that Richie rather likes getting his hair pulled. Something which Eddie's brain can't fully process right at that second.

Eddie realises he and Richie are grinding their hips together, and it's nothing like Eddie has ever felt before. And suddenly this is all he ever wants to do, forever. To be in bed with Richie, kissing and grinding, all hard and hot and heavy, wet lips, hot tongues, the biting, the friction. He wants it all. And more.

Richie gets caught up in the heat of the moment, something Eddie is eternally grateful for, and pulls off the smaller boy's shirt, chucking it onto the floor before returning his mouth to Eddie's hot skin. Eddie grabs Richie's ass, which causes Richie to moan and grind into Eddie's hips hard. Both boys can feel their cocks almost touching, and its fucking intoxicating.

Richie kisses his way down from Eddie's collarbone to his chest, before kissing around his belly and moving back up to kiss Eddie on the lips. Richie's hands move further south, tracing his fingers along Eddie's stomach and down to the top of his jeans. He pulls back from kissing, and Eddie looks at him, thinking Richie has never looked more fucking beautiful than he does in that moment, hair all mussed, lips pink and swollen, cheeks red. Eddie nonchalantly tugs at Richie's shirt. Richie complies immediately, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor.

How Richie wishes he and his friend weren't both wearing jeans. The friction of their grinding feels amazing, but all too restrictive. Without taking his eyes from Eddie, Richie slowly strokes his finger down to the top of Eddie's jeans, beginning to play with the button there.

Eddie's cock twitches and he watches carefully as Richie puts a finger on the button. Richie looks up at Eddie for approval. Eddie, mouth parted wide and breathing heavily, nods down at his friend. Richie slowly unbuttons Eddie's jeans before sliding the zipper down. Eddie's cock pushes through the gap, still sheathed in his underwear.

Richie looks up at Eddie who is gasping and already throwing his head back. Richie starts off slowly, clutching his fingers to Eddie's hard-on, stroking the outline, feeling and seeing the tip pressing into his boxers, a wet patch forming on the fabric. Richie bites his lower lip. He's never been with a guy before, and if he's honest with himself, no other guy really interests him at all, but there is just something about his chemistry with Eddie that he cannot shake. And everything they are doing feels so fucking hot and natural, he just can't help himself.

Richie unzips his own jeans, pushing them down to his ankles before tugging Eddie's down a bit more. Richie can't help staring at Eddie while he lazily begins to trace his fingers over the smaller boy's cock, the outline of which is becoming more apparent by the second. Richie thinks he may well be addicted to watching Eddie, seeing his facial expressions every time Richie touches him.

Richie gradually slides Eddie's boxers down a fraction, hearing Eddie take a sharp gasp as the tip of his cock is exposed. Richie looks down, seeing the hot, swollen head, all wet and messy with pre-come, which makes his own cock flutter with anticipation. Richie gently begins stroking the tip with his fingers. Before long, he is unable to take much more and he pulls Eddie's boxers all the way down, exposing him fully.

Eddie looks down at Richie, whose eyes are glazed over with lust, cheeks burning. Both boys still don't want to do much talking, but Richie is conscious of constantly checking in with Eddie, to make sure he's okay with everything that's happening. Eddie fucking loves him for that. And so, before Richie continues, he gives that questioning look to Eddie again.

"Touch me." Eddie whispers in confirmation.

Richie raises his eyebrows to say "Are you sure?" And Eddie responds with a look of his own which says "If you don't touch me, I'm going to go insane."

Richie smirks at his friend before wrapping his hand fully around his cock, the warmth sending electric pulses through Eddie's body. Eddie looks down to see Richie laying in a perfect little heap in Eddie's lap, gazing up at Eddie with those beautiful fuck-me eyes, his hair falling into his face.

Eddie parts his legs to give the other boy a bit more room. Richie snakes forward, his hand slowly sliding up and down Eddie's erection, with Eddie every few moments sighing in bliss, allowing his head to drop back. But not before he feels the urge to look back at Richie again. Every new thing that Richie does, Eddie thinks is the most amazing thing he's ever seen and felt. And now it's having Richie lying between his legs, stroking his cock.

Eddie is a little shy about Richie seeing him in all his glory. Up until a few hours ago, the two had never even acknowledged the chemistry between them, never touched, never held hands, never kissed, and now the taller boy is giving Eddie a hand-job in Richie's bed. Eddie bites his lip and pinches his eyes shut, feeling his dick becoming harder in Richie's hand.

Richie is in his element. He's never wanted to do these things with anyone else before, and now suddenly, it is all he wants to do. With Eddie. He is fascinated by Eddie's cock, staring at the way it stands straight up, even without the aid of his hand. He loves how it has a beautiful, natural curve. He loves the thick, prominent veins which run up and down the sides and the way it feels in his hand, how it appears to stiffen even further when he touches it. The head is thick and big and throbbing, pre-come oozing from the tip, almost making Richie's mouth drool.

Shit, when did another dude's... stuff make his mouth feel dry and thirsty? Since the underlying sexual tension that has always been there with Eddie Kaspbrak suddenly pushed itself to the surface, he thinks. That's when.

Richie jerks Eddie at a medium pace, not wanting him to get too excited too soon. However, Richie's own cock presses against his underwear in an almost painful manner. He needs some kind of friction and soon.

Richie and Eddie's gazes meet, Eddie's gasps coming thick and fast. Eddie feels like he might blow any minute and he is trying everything in his power to keep it together. To think of other things at the crucial moment. He doesn't want this to be over yet, but it just feels so damn good.

Richie moves his head forward, his lips hovering close to the tip of Eddie's cock. Eddie knows if Richie puts his mouth on him, he is going to lose it for sure.

"Rich..." Richie looks up, "Rich... I... I'm close... really fucking close."

"Good." The curly-haired boy smirks.

"No... I, I don't want... not yet.. what about you?"

"Don't worry about me."

"I don't want this to be over yet."

Richie nods in understanding.

"Plus... I'm... kinda curious." Eddie is blushing. He can't believe these words are actually coming out of his mouth.

"About me?" Richie smirks.

"Fucking DUH!" Eddie answers. Richie laughs and just like that, most of the tension is gone. Not that he hadn't been enjoying it, if he is honest.

But now, Richie feels a little more comfortable, and so he sits up and moves the laptop, which had been teetering on the edge of the bed, to the floor. He then grabs onto Eddie's jeans and pulls them off completely. Richie then climbs back into bed, pulling the covers tightly around him as he lies down on top of Eddie.

Eddie's excitement and nerves show as he gasps again, feeling their groins meeting once more.

"Is this okay?" Richie checks in.

"More than okay." Eddie confirms. They cuddle up close and tight, soon resuming their kissing, Richie tracing his tongue ever so lightly over Eddie's lips and tongue, the sensations feeling slightly more erotic than before.

Eddie grinds his hips hard into Richie with his hands on his ass, pulling him in closer and closer. "Fuck... Rich."

Richie wraps his arms around the smaller boy, holding him close and tight to his body, wanting nothing more than to protect him, his little Eddie Spaghetti.

But little Eddie doesn't seem so little anymore when he pushes Richie off of him, making the two boys lie side by side as they face each other. Eddie tugs at Richie's boxers, urging him to take them off. Richie soon complies, pushing them down to his ankles and kicking them away.

Eddie isn't so good with non-verbal communication so he looks at Richie before saying, "M-may I?"

Richie lets out a breath, "Please Eds," he whines with a desperate look on his face. That's when Eddie realises, Richie really does want this as much as he does.

Eddie inches closer to his friend, eyes locked on each other as Eddie pushes one hand into Richie's hair as the other begins exploring underneath the covers. He notices Richie beginning to tremble when he lightly grips onto his curls.

Richie's eyes flutter closed, "Fuck!" he exclaims.

"You really like that don't you?"

"You have no idea." Richie answers. Eddie's hand searches underneath the duvet before finding the bare skin of Richie's body. Eddie allows his fingers to lazily caress the taller boy's stomach. He can't believe how hot his skin feels under his touch. Eddie wants to feel Richie's cock so badly, but his nerves are almost getting the better of him. He keeps taking deep breaths and holding back.

"Eddie," Richie whines in desperation. Richie is grinding his hips forward, needing Eddie's hands on him. Eddie's hesitancy gets the better of him and Richie decides to take control. Eddie almost loses his mind when, all at once, Richie leans forward to capture him in a wet kiss while simultaneously grabbing Eddie's hand and putting it on Richie's dick.

"Uhhh!" Richie moans out at how good it feels to finally get his friend's hand on him. Eddie's cheeks are flushed red as he melts into Richie.

"Fuck, Rich."

"Sorry, I just... I needed to feel you."

"I don't really know what I'm doing, Rich." Eddie confesses, terrified he's going to do... whatever this is wrongly and embarrass himself.

"Same as when you... You know... To yourself." Richie answers. Eddie still looks unsure.

Richie reaches his hand down and gently takes hold of Eddie's, closing both of their fists around Richie's throbbing cock, helping Eddie, guiding him, showing him exactly how he likes to be touched. Before long, Eddie has the rhythm down and Richie slowly retreats his hand, letting Eddie do it by himself.

Richie is in a utopia of pleasure at the feel of Eddie's hot little hand around him. His head falls back as Eddie strokes his cock up and down, twisting his fist around his shaft, slowing down every few seconds to thumb at the head, spreading the pre-come around with it.

"Uh, fuck yes, that's amazing, Eds..." Richie groans.

Although it feels out of this world, Richie suddenly gets a better idea, and before Eddie can carry on, Richie's hand moves down to take over. Eddie looks taken aback as Richie puts a hand on himself, perhaps thinking he isn't doing a good enough job.

Richie shuffles forward and quickly takes Eddie's cock into his grasp, while still holding onto himself. Suddenly both boys feel the hotness of their cocks rubbing together, as Richie manages to hold both of them tightly in his grip, slowly stroking them together at the same time.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Eddie moans. Richie's face is so close to Eddie's now. Richie places a tender kiss on Eddie's lips as he jerks them both off together at a decent pace, before resting his forehead against Eddie's.

It is the most intimate and erotic moment of Richie's life so far.

"How... How did you learn this?" Eddie asks.

"Didn't. Just thought it'd feel good." Richie's strokes are getting faster and faster. Eddie can't concentrate on anything but the feel of Richie's cock rubbing up against his own.

Richie pulls back the bed cover so that they can both get a good look.

It's the first time Eddie actually sees Richie's cock and he is stunned by how gorgeous he finds it. All hard and red-looking, compared to the rest of his pale body.

Eddie is struggling with every fibre of his being to hold it together. He squeezes his eyes closed.

"Eddie... Eddie look... Look at us... Together."

"Yeah... I... Uh... I see it, Rich. Struggling over here."

Richie presses his lips to Eddie's ear, licking the outer shell of it, before whispering "Just let go, Eds, it'll feel so good."

Eddie looks down and that's all it takes. Seeing their cocks moving together, hard and ready to explode, Eddie can't hold on. His body shudders, he gasps and moans as he comes hard all over Richie's cock and hand, his mouth widening as he does, his warmth flowing down both of them.

Richie is high on Eddie's whining noises, scooping up ropes of come to use as lube on himself. It all becomes too much for the taller boy, the sight of what he is doing sending him over the edge as he too lets go and comes onto Eddie's still-hard cock not moments later.

Richie's hand begins to slow down as he finishes stroking them both through their pleasure, come staining Richie's hand as well as both of their stomachs and groins.

Eddie is in post-coital bliss, his eyes closed, his head thrown back onto the pillow. Richie's hand finally stops, and he doesn't quite know what to do with it or himself. He too enjoys his post-sex high. He eventually snuggles into the softness of Eddie and the bed. Eddie still has his eyes shut, with his arm draped across his face.

Richie cosies up close to Eddie, wanting to cuddle. Eddie eventually opens his eyes to look at him. "Richie, we should... uh, clean up."

Richie stares at Eddie like he's positively head-over-heels in love. "Yeah, we will, Eds. I just... just wanna be with you in this moment for a little while."

Eddie can understand that and leans forward to kiss Richie softly before he wraps his arm around the taller boy, pulling him close to his body, the sensation of skin-on-skin feeling absolutely euphoric. "Okay... but don't call me Eds."

Richie looks up and smirks.

"We should do movie night every Friday." Eddie smiles cheekily, holding Richie so close he swears he can feel his heartbeat.

Richie closes his eyes and rests his head back on Eddie's chest, "We should do movie night every night!"