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Look

This is a cush new gig alright what if somebody walks in what if I get a call while your dick's in my mouth

Ugh fuck hurry up but also drive careful because I think if I don't see you within an hour I'm pretty sure I will go catatonic

oh see I thought it was gonna be your dick and my mouth. that way you can still make calls! yeah yeah I'll be there keep your dick in your pants or don't but only if there are pictures

Fucking

DON'T say that shit don't fucking goad me into dick pics in the workplace

But uh I hope you mean that about your mouth cause I wanna get my hands in your hair so bad right now

hey I'm not goading you into anything.
I only said you can let your dick out before I get there if you send me pics.
you take that as goading that's 100% on you

you've already gotten 1 dick pic in the workplace today anyway, I think 'goading' is a little late

of fucking course I do, I don't just say I wanna suck you off for kicks

that change your decision on the where?

Look I know the car won’t be comfortable but if you want my dick in your mouth this is how it’s gotta be

You’re so fucking frustrating you’re the worst and I can’t imagine my life without you

Oh, no, I don't mind. Sounds hot and dirty, I'm here for it

Love you too, fuckface

Love you too

I love you most when you’re on your way

who says I'm not?

fifteen minutes. maybe less

[ And, as promised, there's a honk outside when he gets there. ]

[ Outside his place of employment is a busy commercial street. Usually during lunch hours, there’s plenty of suits and ties wandering around on foot, but since it’s a little late, the sidewalks are bare. Eddie quickly gets into the passenger seat of Richie’s car with one half of him leaned over the center console looking only a little harried. ]

Jesus Christ, you’re like my sex Uber or something. Go around, here, yeah.

[ There’s a parking garage around the corner reserved for a cluster of businesses that they’ve definitely used before — the bottom floor is dark, and at this hour, there are plenty of spaces in the back. Richie’s barely parked before Eddie’s pulling Richie down toward him by the neck, pressing his mouth to warm skin. ]

You’re such an asshole, doing this to me. God. Can’t even wait until I’m off work.

[ He’s talking about himself mostly, but if it applies to Richie too, well. They’re both just as insufferable. ]

That's a good idea, actually. Maybe I should go to Shark Tank. You think O'Leary would go for it? I bet he's a secret freak.

[ He'd go on, but Eddie reaches and tugs as soon as they're stopped and mouth on skin effectively short-circuits the line of commentary, so instead he jerks his seatbelt off to follow after him, reaching to tug at his jacket and shirt, hurriedly working buttons loose to yet at the skin underneath. ]

You picked the car, smart-ass. Could a said no.

[ Eddie sighs, an exhale of breath that shakes with the weight of Eddie's nervous energy. What Richie does to him in moments like these, when he so openly wants, charges Eddie's nerves with electricity, enough that sometimes he shakes, like he does now, hands trembling where they're curling into fistfuls of the crop top shirt.

That crop top. Eddie should thank this ridiculous thing. God, he loves this man. ]

Yeah, I know. But I can't just fuck you in my office for all of Wilshire Boulevard to see. And I can't believe you're wearing this. You're ridiculous.

[ His words are heavy with affection, eyes sliding closed as the tie comes undone, the buttons of his shirt sliding through buttonholes. He's heaving for breath already, and they've barely got any clothes off. ]

Wait. Wait. Backseat.

[ And if anyone's around to see a man with a half undone suit and another guy with a crop top leave the front two seats to slide into the back, Eddie's fine with it. He's living out teenage wet dreams for months and he's not gonna stop now.

You ask, I provide. You're into it, don't lie.

[ He leans in to kiss him again, pressing lips and teeth to his neck, but Eddie stalls it, and he groans in something like frustration. Fine, whatever. He climbs back out of the car and follows him into the back seat where he resumes his efforts, sliding a hand along his chest, dragging a thumb along the scar deliberately slowly and travelling south as he sucks kisses into his neck, dragging teeth against skin every so often. ]

We should make this like a once a week thing.

[ Richie's hands are back on him before Eddie can even catch his breath, eyes closing once Richie's mouth is on his skin, fingers tracing low under the arch of his ribcage.

Christ. Is it the impulsiveness of the moment that's exciting? The way Richie actually came to him when called? Eddie doesn't know, and it's getting harder to think. He chuckles, exhaling, and pulls back enough to be able to look Richie in the eyes, get a hand around the back of his neck. ]

Jesus Christ, that's fucking insane, and it's... really fucking hot.

[ Eddie tugs at Richie's shirt until he helps to remove it, dragging his fingers across his chest. It's a gesture with no symbolism beyond Eddie's particular brand of keyed up want. ]

That's a pretty strict schedule, man, you sure you can keep up with that regularity?

[ He helps to get the shirt off, tossing it back into the front seat before closing the gap again, pressing more nips and kisses against his neck before shifting back, moving his attention lower. ]

Please. I'd come out here to do this every fucking day if you wanted. I just don't want you to get sick of me.

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