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Once he remembers how to think again, Carmy spends some time typing and deleting his own series of responses, very aware that it's fucking notifying Richie that he's composing with those fucking ellipsis and that he hasn't sent anything, fuck. Panics and sends one word just so it's not nothing. ]

sure.

[ Back to typing and deleting shit like since when am i your boyfriend and if that's a sentence you want to say and i guess it would make sense to frame it like that. ]

wait no don't tell her it's a practice run, fuck

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[ Watching the little dots appear and disappear is an interesting experiment in frustration, wanting to know what the fuck Carmy is doing. ]

What if she expects like
Commitments

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no strings. one night stand. temporary third. exploration era.

[ This language is his wheelhouse actually. ]

maybe i should do the talking

[ Fucking impossible to imagine calling Richie his hot boyfriend, out loud, with his mouth, to another living person. Even right now getting it said to and about him, via text, he might need some like, old timey smelling salts and a brief lie down about it. ]

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[ The thing with managing Carmy is sometimes you need to let him argue himself into doing the thing he wanted to do in the first place -- or, at least, that's how Richie sees it. ]

Yeah maybe you should
She should know what she's getting herself into

[ Now it's Richie's turn to do a little typing and deleting while he figures out how to say: ]

So have you ever like
Had a threesome before

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[ The urge to pick a what the fuck does that mean, Richard kinda fight is there, but he at least recognizes it as self-sabotage around about the k. He knows. He knows what he's like. ]

no. also why i wanna fucking practice.



have you?

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Yeah once
I was really trashed though so I don't think it counts, it wasn't a good performance

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you have so much experience with this stuff

it makes me feel fucking crazy

[ Like he's just a kid, like he can't measure up, like he needs to find a way to get really really good so Richie forgets he ever wanted anybody else. Normal shit. The fact that he's not even Richie's first gay experience is still blowing his mind. ]

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Carmen a few drunken mistakes isn't so much experience
I would say you need to stop being so fucking in your head about it, but I think that's pretty much impossible for you right now

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yeah?

[ Man it's so easy to take nudes in Richie's stupid fucking mirror bed, purpose discovered. The flash goes off and fucks it up but he sends it anyway, lens flare and all.

Normal shit! ]

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[ He's already started writing Yeah so don't be so fucking weird just to drive the point home when the photo pops up and his ability to do anything is derailed. He has to stop and pinch and zoom to try and see what's going on behind the flash in the mirror. ]

Are you naked in my fucking bed right now cousin

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gonna keep telling me about all the other people you've fucked ?

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[ Is this a kink thing? ]

Do you want me to?

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[ Jesus christ. Yes, because he's fucked in the head and getting his feelings hurt gets him hard, but also no, because it makes him feel fucking sick with jealousy.

He sends another picture instead of answering. More of a classic, this time, one knee lifted, hand between his legs, Richie's bedsheets rumpled around him. it's softcore, but only due to the angle and low light, a fortunate drape of the sheets over one thigh. ]

wouldnt wanna get in my head about it

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Yeah

[ This time, experimentally, Richie sends one back. He's out by the pool doing some reading, so it's a shot of his lap, book balanced on his thigh so he can tug down the waistband of his sweatpants with his thumb. Showing off enough of his dick to hopefully give Carmy a reason to not be in his head. ]

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[ Carmy is so dick-drunk he immediately sets it as his phone background, which he will regret and change later, within ten minutes of nutting. Right now it's the highest honor he can bestow. But also he's a Saw trap of a person so instead of commenting on how hot he is for Richie's cock: ]

your hot boyfriebd is jerking it in your bed and you aren't already on your way??
hurtful

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[ It's good payback because this time his own casual aside hits Richie like a kick behind the ribs. He instantly wants to argue and get mad about it, which is fucked up, and also feels the impact throb in his dick, which is arguably almost as fucked up.

There's some typing and deleting for half a minute or so. He should ask about it. He should get up and go there right now and suck Carmy off like he wants to. He should do the sensible thing and just shut up and not -- ]

Is that what you are

[ Fuck. ]

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[ It's like a bucket of ice water and he stops arranging himself for another slutty photo and just stares at his phone. ]

you said

[ Plaintive. Outraged. Horrified that Richie was probably just being sarcastic. ]

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Yeah but

Like is that what you want too
You've got to have like consent for this shit

[ More, slightly frantic typing and deleting. ]

Like that's what I want
If you want it too I mean

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you're asking NOW??

fuck you. jagoff. yes. i don't wanna be your stupid experimental phase.

you be my hot boyfriend

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Fuck you too cousin

[ Stupidly grinning at his phone. ]

Yeah
Fuck

I want to kiss you so much right now

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shame im not literally in your bed waiting for that

oh wait

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Testa di cazzo

[ But he's already halfway there, stuffing his phone into his pocket to lope up two flights of stairs. By the time he arrives at their rooms he's out of breath -- probably needs to cut down on the cigarettes -- and sweating, but that's okay because he doesn't plan to be dressed very long.

He kicks the door open hard enough to bounce it off the wall, arriving like a hurricane into Carmy's room because the door was closer, so he's already loud as he comes through, not at all unhappy. ]

Hope you haven't finished without me, cuz. I have plans for those fucking little peach fuzz balls of yours. [ He's stripping off his shirt, kicking his shoes away. Once he's in sight of the bed, he pauses to look at Carmy. Bounces in place a little bit, celebratory, before he goes back to pulling off his sweatpants. ]

Fuck yeah.

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[ Carmy has barely actually started without him; he's been rolling around in Richie's sheets, taking pictures, toying with himself idly. Flushed and half-hard, a little sweaty. Annoyed with how needy he feels - if he was just horny that would be easy, but he's been like. Emotionally horny.

Richie gives him exactly the reaction he's been fishing for, fucking finally. Bowling in too loud and too enthusiastic, and Carmy crunches up in his bed just to watch him strip off. Hot boyfriend. So hot. (Rating himself a fucking three, he's never gonna get over that.) ]

For the record, talking shit in Italian doesn't make you any more Italian.

[ He at least acquiesces to his cringe fucking desire enough to reach out a hand, making a little grabby gesture, come the fuck here. If he doesn't get Richie on him in five seconds he's gonna explode. ]

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[ Hot boyfriend has to hop a bit to pull his socks off but he manages it, left in his just gold chains and a semi hard-on and a grin. It turns out he likes making Carmy greedy, or really any way at all that means he's a little unsettled and emotionally honest with what he wants.

Richie doesn't just climb onto the bed -- he takes a couple of steps and jumps up onto it like a kid, landing as much on top of Carmy as beside him, already grabbing for him to roll him around or just twist his nipples or something, half laughing and half serious. ]

Fuck you, cousin! I can use the fucking lingo!

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Fuck—

[ Grunted out as he's landed upon, immediately wrestling to try and flip them, just kinda automatic impulse. Kneeing his thigh, grappling with all his stupid gym muscles, rolling them along the huge bed so far they almost spill onto the floor. It's really good, kinetic, and better because he can also put his little teeth in Richie's neck and grind a hard-on over his skin. ]

Asshole, you're such a fucking asshole—

[ Slaps at him, then gives the game away and moans low and hot the moment Richie hits him back. ]