Richie Tozier / Bill Weasley
They were friends, not friends like how Bill was friends with Klaus and Ben, or friends like Bill was friends with Pete, but different friends. Like friends who maybe might have hooked up under different circumstances but there was more than enough friendliness and not enough weirdness to maintain a friendly demeanor friends. Like you were there when I needed you and now we have a little bond that makes me uncomfortable because we don't really know each other friends. Some kind of friends anyway.
"I dunno, I might like the bigger picture," Bill said as he drummed his fingers lightly on Richie's back. He didn't grab his arse, because he was a gentleman, but just kind of reminded him that he could have because they were ridiculous slow dancing. "And I think you've got great legs."
Lucky Bill found his teenage boy imitation endearing and he laughed as he shook his hair out of his face. "Come on, it's just you and me here," he said. "And I'm pretty clever, I certainly know what two people who want to rip each other's clothes off looks like. I mean usually it's someone looking at me like that, but I'll be offended later."
Bill pulled Richie a little closer, until they were chest to chest. "You want to tell me about it?"