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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      IT_(2017), IT_-_Stephen_King
  Relationship:
      Bill_Denbrough/Richie_Tozier
  Character:
      Bill_Denbrough, Richie_Tozier
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Weekends_Alone, Enthusiastic_Consent, Stuttering, Unsafe_Sex,
      Hand_Jobs, Aged-Up_Character(s)
  Series:
      Part 3 of Because_It's_You_and_Me,_and_(No_Other)_People
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-08 Words: 3279
****** In My Heart, In This Cold Heart, I Can Live Or I Can Die ******
by HunterByDayWhovianByNight
Summary
     “I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they?“ - Jess
     C. Scott
     They needed each other- more than they both cared to admit.
Notes
     Y'all why did Jaeden have to comment "#findenn" on Finn's Instagram
     post today of all days? I died. This fic ages Bill and Richie up a
     little bit so that it's not too weird. Enjoy this story that I
     couldn't get out of my head. Title is from "Cold Little Heart" by
     Michael Kiwanuka.
     ~Hunter
See the end of the work for more notes
“Y…y…you sh…sh…should come uh…uh…over tonight,” is how the night starts. As
soon as his parents leave, Bill calls Richie and asks him- no, tells him- to
come over that night and stay over. Bill has been thinking about the next time
he and Richie would be together; he misses being able to kiss him without the
fear of getting caught by an unsuspecting parent or friend.
“I'll be there,” Richie says, eager to see Bill and to have a night alone where
they can just be together.
While he waits for Richie to come over, Bill can't help but smile to himself as
he thinks about the other boy. It's been two years since their night in Bill's
bed and since then, they've been on the down low, making out and stroking each
other off when they can get a few hours alone. Nobody's suspected them yet. Not
even Eddie, who almost saw them kissing at a sleepover a few months ago.
When Richie arrives at Bill’s house, he parks his bike carefully on the lawn
and walks up to the porch. He catches Bill looking out his window and waves up
at him. Through the glass, Bill smiles and waves back before scampering away.
Moments later, Bill is opening the door and Richie is being pulled in by an
excited and giddy Bill. The door shuts behind him and Richie stands on his toes
to kiss Bill. All these years, and Bill is still two inches taller than him.
“Hey, Bill,” Richie says when they pull away.
“H…h…hey, R…Richie,” Bill says, pushing Richie's hair out of his eyes and
tugging on Richie's sweater. “C…come up t…t…to my r…room.”
“You usually ask me how I’m doing first,” Richie jokes. “Moving quick tonight,
aren’t we?” He bites his lower lip and it makes Bill roll his eyes.
“Y…y…you don’t m…m…mind,” Bill says sarcastically. Richie lets Bill pull his
arm up the stairs and into Bill’s bedroom. Richie kicks off his shoes and lays
on the bed. He's joined moments later by Bill, who continues to assault him
with kisses.
“What's gotten into you?” Richie asks in amusement between kisses. “You're
never this enthusiastic.”
“J…j…just excited t…to sssee you, i…i…is all,” Bill replies. Richie calls
bullshit right away; Bill wants something.
“Is there something more you want?” Richie asks, slipping his hand up the back
of Bill’s ratty old baseball tee, the one he loves. “Something you wanna say?”
He adds, rolling his hips up slow.
Bill groans at the contact. “I…I…I really want u…u…us to get closer,” Bill
says, fear in his voice and eyes. Hopefully Richie will respond
enthusiastically. He's been thinking about them togethera lot more in recent
months, and there hasn't been a right time for Bill to make an advance or bring
it up.
Richie looks up at Bill in shock, surprised that Bill wants to try taking them
a step further. He feels a flutter in his stomach and he's pulled back to their
first night together two years ago in this bed.
“I want that, too,” Richie replies, and his heart works overtime when Bill
smiles in relief and kisses him again, this time with a smile stuck on his face
as they kiss. Their lips move against one another at a slow, steady pace before
Richie opens his mouth and lets Bill work his tongue into his mouth. When their
tongues brush, both boys sigh and Bill pulls Richie tighter. He tugs them so
that they're side by side on the bed and so that they can press up against each
other. Richie can feel Bill's hardening dick against his own.
“Let me get that,” Richie says, popping open the button on Bill's jeans and
shoving them down. He sticks a hand into Bill’s boxers and squeezes his hard
dick, making Bill moan. Richie smiles to himself as he strokes up Bill's dick,
feeling it harden in his hand. He can hear Bill moan and hear his breath catch
in his throat, and the noises send a rush of arousal through Bill's body.
Bill's dick leaks precome onto Richie's hand and it makes the strokes smoother.
Bill moans against Richie's mouth as he feels ripples of pleasure emanating
through his legs and stomach from his groin, and the coil that's been
tightening since he called Richie is pulling tighter and tighter.
To say Richie was turning Bill on right now was an understatement. His thick
glasses hung low on his nose, his pupils were blown wide, and his pink lips
were beggingto be kissed. Richie was working diligently, moving his hand at a
quick and steady pace. Richie always got like this when he got to touch Bill;
focused, swift, and relentless. He always made Bill orgasm and fall apart with
unending bliss, either with his hand or his mouth. Bill would never say it out
loud, but he loved it when Richie took him in his hand or in his mouth and
worked him slowly, drawing out every last second.
(Richie would never openly admit that he loved the feeling of Bill, hard and
hot and big inside of his mouth.)
“Sssstop, stop,” Bill says, gripping Richie's wrist. He felt himself getting
dangerously close to coming, and he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to
continue if he already came tonight. He whimpers when Richie removes his hand,
but he knows that what will unfold soon enough will be worth the wait.
“Sorry, just…” Richie huffs. “Just got ahead of myself. Like making you feel
and look like this.”
Bill smiles in appreciation, taking deep breaths to steady himself and reign in
his arousal and excitement. He kisses Richie again, and feels the other boy
melt into the mattress and pillows beneath them. Bill pulls up the hem of
Richie's shirt and slips it off, and Richie does the same to Bill. They stop
for a moment, bare-chested, and just look into each other's eyes. Bill adjusts
Richie's glasses so that they rest high on his nose. The warm skin of the other
is comforting. It's in that moment when both boys realize what they're about to
do, the utter magnitudeof what they're about to do. They're not afraid, no.
They can't be afraid after what happened two summers ago. They're suspended in
anticipation, waiting for the other to make a move so that they don't have to.
As rain begins to patter outside on the street, it's the only thing the boys
can hear besides the beating of their hearts and the heaviness of their
breaths.
“D…d…do you want to,” Bill gulps, “b…be in me?” He looks to the other boy for a
response. The side that wants Richie to say yes and the side that wants Richie
to say no are in conflict with each other, and Bill doesn't know which one he
wants to come true.
Richie ponders the question for a moment. Bill asks the question like he's
concerned about Richie being on top, or maybe that's just his stutter
convoluting his tone. Maybe Bill really does want Richie in him, and he's
asking enthusiastically. All Richie knows is that in his head all along, it's
been Bill on top. Especially recently. Bill has grown so much and isn’t as meek
as he was the summer they were thirteen. He stands up for himself. He's strong.
He's a leader. It's evident in his fading stutter and his lightly toned chest.
Bill makes Richie weakwhen they're alone.
“Do you want me to be?” Richie asks with a cock of his brow. He waits, nervous
and heart thumping in anticipation.
“Sh... sure,” Bill nods, feeling a sense of relief go through him at the
thought of not having to be in charge. He does, though, notice that Richie’s
bright eyes dim when he says that. Maybe Richie didwant to be on bottom. Bill
lets Richie maneuver him onto his back and feels a thrill when Richie tugs down
his boxers. They both vaguely know what happens next; some stretching to fit,
aided by lotion or Vaseline. It'll sting, Bill knows, but he knows in his gut
that he wants this, wants to be close to Richie.
For a moment, Richie feels overwhelmed. He roots through the bedside drawer to
find a little bottle of lotion that he knowsBill uses to masturbate with. He
puts some on his fingers and rubs them together; he looks down at Bill below
him, waiting, with his legs spread and his fingers gripping the bedsheets.
Bill, too, feels overwhelmed and he shifts on the bed in slight discomfort. He
suddenly feels very vulnerable in this position, and when he feels Richie brush
his fingertips against his hole, he freezes.
“Do you still want to-”
“Stop! Stop, stop, R…Richie,” Bill cuts Richie off, heart pounding and breath
heaving. The rain, too, is pounding on the street outside, almost as loud as
Bill's heart. He sits up and is eye-to-eye with Richie. Richie's pulled his
hand away sharply, and they both look at one another in disbelief. 
“Are you alright? We can stop if you want,” Richie assures Bill, making sure
that Bill feels comfortable.
“I…I…I want to be on top,” Bill says, trying to hold his ground and not stutter
as much as he tries to communicate how he feels. The two boys stare at each
other in the dimming light and the rain falls heavy outside.
“Thank god I didn't have to say it,” Richie smiles, breaking the tension. Bill
scowls; Richie always knew how to kill a perfectly good moment. Richie wipes
his fingers off on his jeans and looks back at Bill, into his big, blue eyes.
He's so in love.
“W…well? We still d…doing this?” Bill asks as he switches positions with Richie
and presses Richie's back to the sheets. He unbuttons Richie's jeans and pulls
down the zip, feeling him hard below his hand. Richie nods earnestly, and Bill
bites his lower lip in excitement as he pulls down Richie's jeans and briefs in
a single go. Richie helps him push them down, and they get flung across the
room. Bill leans down and kisses Richie fervently as he wraps a sure, tight
hand around Richie's dick and strokes.
When Bill presses a slick finger against Richie's hole a moment later, Richie
moans and he knows that thisis what he wanted. He lets out a shaky breath as
Bill teases him, applying pressure for a few seconds before taking his hand
away.
“I…is this o…okay?” Bill asks as he slips his pointer finger in to the first
knuckle. Richie is startled and he gasps, grasping at the bedsheets. Richie
makes a vague noise of consent and braces himself as Bill tries to work in the
rest of his finger and begins to pump it in and out.
“Is th…th…this o…okay?” Bill asks again, trying to gauge if Richie is still
feeling alright and doesn't want to stop. Richie nods in approval and tries not
to screambecause Bill's finger in him feels so strange and so good and so
wonderful all at the same time. He pushes up his glasses with the back of his
hand and grips the pillow beneath his head as Bill teases a second finger
against him.
“Y…you want a…a…another?” Bill asks, noticing the positive reaction from
Richie. Richie nods more, eyes screwed up shut as Bill presses in another
finger and rubs them up against Richie’s walls as he works them in and out.
Richie groans; he never thought that this would feel as good as it does right
now. Bill scissors his fingers and Richie bucks his hips up into nothing,
gasping for air as Bill touches a sensitive part in him.
“What was that?” Richie asks, trying to hold back and not come at that moment.
“I…I…I don't kn…know,” Bill says, removing his fingers from Richie, seeing the
other boy whine at the loss. He looks down at Richie intently, sees the other
boy's abdomen quiver in excitement, sees him push his glasses up from his
flushed cheeks. Did I really almost make Richie come with just my fingers?Bill
thinks to himself as he wipes his fingers on the sheets. Richie smiles and
huffs; his mind’s absolutely blown and he feels fuzzy.
“Can we keep going?” Richie asks, biting his lower lip and batting his eyes at
Bill. He had to keep his hand against the bed and not wrap it around his dick
to give himself even just a bit of relief. He doesn't want to come yet.
“Y…you sure?” Bill asks, shifting closer to Richie. His dick brushes Richie's
inner thigh and they both shudder. Bill scraped his fingernails against
Richie's thighs and sides; goosebumps sprout across the other boy’s skin. The
tightening of his skin makes Richie's dick get harder, but just slightly.
“God, fuck, yeah,” Richie says, spreading his legs wider for Bill's body to
fit. Bill steals his gaze away from Richie and takes the lotion from the bed
near Richie's hip. With shaking hands, Bill squeezed out the lotion onto his
fingers and slowly wraps his hand around his dick. Bill lets out a shaky
breath; he's so sensitive, so close. He wants so badly to be inside of Richie,
but he's so nervous. He doesn't want to hurt Richie or push him too far, but
Richie wantsthis.
Bill holds himself up on his elbows, hovering over Richie. Their warm, bare
chests are touching. Their hearts are pounding against each other. Their eyes
are locked on one another's. Their hot breath mingles together. Bill's hair is
brushing Richie's face. Richie's cock is hard against Bill's stomach. The rain
is loud on the sidewalk outside the house. Biting his lip, Bill guides his dick
to Richie's hole and presses the head against him. Bill rests his forehead
against Richie's and holds there as Richie cants his hips up and squirms
beneath him. Richie feels like he's teetering on the edge of a cliff; he wishes
that Bill would just take overand thrust into him, hard and fast.
“Go on,” Richie pleads, fisting the sheets in his fingers. He folds his legs up
and curls his toes in anticipation as Bill slowly and painstakingly slides into
him; the pair pant as Bill enters Richie and Bill eventually bottoms out. He's
silent; all the noise in the room is slight breaths, gasps, huffs. Bill groans
at the sheer tightness of Richie's walls around his dick and prays that Richie
doesn't squeeze around him right now. Richie's eyelids flutter shut as he
adjusts to Bill, hard and warm and thick, inside of him. It's a strange
feeling, Richie thinks to himself, as Bill's dick fills him, but he finds that
he could get used to it. Richie pushes up his glasses once more as he waits for
Bill to move. Bill slowly pulls out and rocks his hips back against Richie's.
Richie moans aloud, furrowing his brow and rocking his hips up to get more,
more.
“Is th…th…this a…alright?” Bill asks, gripping the pillow beneath Richie's head
to keep himself from tipping over the edge as he keeps up his slow and steady
pace. He slowly and gently rolls his hips, trying not to hurt Richie.
“Please, Bill,” Richie huffs in annoyance. He's dying right now. All he wants
is to really feel Bill, and Bill keeps on stopping and asking if he's alright.
It's a sweet and caring gesture, but Richie can't help but say, “Just stop
worrying about me for once and just fuck me.”
In a moment of reckless abandon, Bill holds fast to Richie's hip and shoulder
and flips them so that Richie is on top, straddling him.
“That good enough for you?” Bill asks confidently. He grips Richie's hips
tightly and looks up at him proudly. Richie pants, surprised at how forceful
and dominantBill was right now. He never realized before how much Bill turned
him on when he was confident and didn't stutter, when he knew what he wanted to
say and didn't let anything get in the way of it.
“Uh-huh,” Richie says, still unable to form words after the shock he just
received. Bill looks up at him with coy eyes as he begins to thrust up into him
slowly, surely. Thisis what Richie wanted. At this angle, Bill is able to reach
him deeper and Richie can control how fast he wants to go. Richie places his
hands on Bill's chest to steady himself as he meets Bill’s thrusts with slow,
downward rolls. Periodically, he squeezes around Bill, just to make the other
boy moan, just to be a tease. When Bill's jaw drops and he moans or sighs,
Richie automatically feels a wave of satisfaction go through his veins.
Then, out of left field, Bill sits up, making Richie gasp and shudder in
surprise. Bill holds the back of Richie's head and his hips as he continues to
rock into Richie and increase his pace. Richie wraps his arms around Bill's
shoulders, trying to hold on as Bill thrusts harder, faster, needier.They're
both so close, in both senses of the word, as their breaths mingle and their
foreheads rest against each other and their climaxes get closer as the rain
falls harder and louder.
“‘m c…close,” Bill says breathlessly, his hips becoming erratic and his breaths
catching in his throat. He pulls on Richie's hair tightly and haphazardly
presses a kiss onto Richie's lips.
“Me too,” Richie replies, his lips smashed and his voice muffled by Bill's lips
kissing him. Richie wraps a hand around his own dick, stroking himself until he
finally comes, breathless and high and shuddering against Bill's slight frame.
His come covers his and Bill's stomachs entirely. Every part of him is burning
with pleasure and excitement; he feels like he's vibrating all over and he
pants heavily, trying to get air to his burning lungs.
Bill thrusts a few more times into Richie and comes with a shout, gripping
Richie's waist and his chest heaving. Richie moans when he feels Bill come
inside him, all warm and filling; it feels so good, so intimate. Bill has
Richie pressed up so close to him and they're still connected as they return to
the ground and to each other. Bill presses a kiss to Richie's shoulder before
pressing one to his lips. With a mournful sigh, Richie lifts off of Bill and
lays on the bed. He can feel Bill's come slowly trickle out of him and onto his
thighs. Richie feels like bliss as he lets out one last shaky breath and the
rain begins to let up some.
“S…s…so? H…how was it?” Bill asks as he lowers himself onto the bedsheets. His
eyes meet Richie's and Richie gets this special glint in his eyes that lets
Bill know that even if he cracked a joke, what just happened meant a lotto him.
“Didn't think you had it in you, Bill,” Richie confesses as he adjusts his
fogged-up glasses. He leans in for another kiss. “I can't wait to see what
other tricks you've got up your sleeve.”
Bill looks at him confidently, raising an eyebrow and giving Richie a sly grin.
“W…well we do have a…all weekend.”
 
End Notes
     yeah please comment/kudos I need it to give me satisfaction
     ~Hunter
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