Richie Tozier / Bill Weasley
"Yeah!" Richie repeated, and took another swig from his bottle before putting out the vestiges of his cigarette. Poor cigarette, poor Richie for being out of a cigarette. "God, jesus," he said, a little awed, a little embarrassed. "Always so prepared. Like a boy scout. A sex boy scout. I don't like that combination of words, I'd like to take it back."
But he took the little bottle anyway, because he needed that, okay. Starklandia didn't have a fucking drug store and he wasn't going to go around asking strangers for stuff that'd make it easier to slide home in his boyfriend. Or the other way around, maybe. He wasn't sure. Both? He liked the idea of both. Richie tended to like most of the ideas he dreamed up. It was simply a matter of... doing those things.
He blinked, trying to sober up a little, to take the advice being given because when your only real exposure to sex with another dude was porn, it was probably best to listen to real world shit. "Yeah," he said after a beat. "Real slow. I can do that." Eddie was the impatient one, not him. "Er. Thanks."