If I’m Butter, Richie/Eddie, ~12k
“No, I would’ve remembered this,” Richie says, folding his hand around the un-bandaged parts of Eddie’s hand. The gold ring glints on his pinky.
Eddie explains how he stabbed himself and Richie nearly dies. His laughter sounds like someone peeling out on fresh blacktop.
“Okay, yeah, hyuck it up, you goofy bitch,” Eddie says.
“How many times is that? Four? The universe wants you to be penetrated, Eds,” Richie says. “It cannot get enough of you.”