richie
richie gently put his mouth on the end of the popsicle, tilted his head back slightly, and let the bomb pop slide to the back of his throat. he glanced up slightly at bill to see the boy's eyes practically popping out of his head.
"what's wrong billy? we can share if you want."
bill wiped his forehead and looking anywhere but richie.
"n-no rich." bill laughed nervously. "i-i'm okay."
"if you say so." richie trailed off, giving a kitty lick to the cherry-tipped popsicle. richie continued to suck on the bomb pop as seductively as possible till his mouth was almost numb with coldness.
bill shifted uncomfortably on his bed, trying to conceal the situation in his lap.
finally, he decided on grabbing a pillow from richie, but richie had other plans.
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