"Stop talking about my mom in bed you dipshit." Eddie mumbled into Richie's skin, slapping at the outside of his thigh lightly because he couldn't get good aim at Richie's ass so well-pinned under him and didn't want to wiggle away enough to do so.
Richie's body might have been different from his, softer around the edges, broader and with more hair but Eddie found that just as attractive as anything else could have been. There was an inherent masculinity there that Eddie couldn't help but want to drool over sometimes.
He didn't say it again, not out loud, but the way Eddie kissed Richie would have told him all he needed to know. He helped as much as he could, getting his sweats off, but there wasn't all that much he could do until they were pas his thighs and he could kick them off between where Richie's legs bracketed his. He hadn't been wearing anything under them, because they both already knew what this was about, so once they were gone he lay there naked under Richie, grabbing at his waistband too to try and finish leveling the playing field.