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Something About the South

Relationship: Bill x Richie (Bichie)

Tags: Crossdressing, slight feminization, bottom bill, smut, dirty talk

Summary: When the others are away, Bill and Richie will play.

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    “Come on Billiam. Now you’re just teasing me at this point!”

Richie could hear Bill chuckle through the doorframe.

Bastard.

Bill had shut himself in his room over ten minutes ago (though Richie would argue it was hundreds of years ago) to get ready. He knew it was worth the wait, but Bill was already amazingly beautiful so why did he have to take so freakin long.

“A-alright R-r-richie, I’m r-r-ready,” Bill finally called out through the door.

“Fucking finally.” Richie turned and swung the door open. He meant to strut in in his usual ‘I’m-the-greatest’ fashion, and throw in one of his famous crude remarks, but all thoughts escaped him once he took in the site of the other boy on the bed. He knew ahead time what Bill was planning on wearing (considering he was the one who’d bought it), but damn if Bill didn’t always manage to take his breath away.

“H-howdy thhh-” Bill paused taking a shaky breath before trying again. “Howdy thhh-there P-p-partner.”

Bill was sitting on his bed wearing a pair high-rise faded-blue daisy dukes, a long-sleeved plaid button up tied at his upper waist, a pair of brown cowboy boots, and a slightly ripped straw hat on his head. His short hair was pulled into two very tiny pigtails with bright pink bands, and his face was painted up with just the right touches. He was even wearing Richie’s favorite ruby red lipstick that always left the prettiest little lip stains on the collars of his shirts (The first time Eddie had seen one of those marks he’d freaked out thinking Richie was cheating on Bill. The conversation that followed had been one of the greatest conversations Richie had ever had in his life. Poor Eddie had never quite looked at Bill the same since).

Damn did he love that ruby red lipstick.  

“Why hello there Little Lady.” Bill giggled at Richie’s attempt of a southern accent, his red cheeks flushing darker and spreading to color his neck and disappear under his shirt collar. “What’s a pretty little thing like yourself doing in a place like this?”

“W-ww-w.” Bill snapped his mouth shut. He took a deep breath, opened his mouth to try again, and again snapped it shut after a few tries. He nibbled his lip in frustration, smearing the red off his lips, and turned pleading eyes to Richie. Bill’s stuttered had gotten better over the years, but whenever he got super nervous, or felt too much of an emotion it came back with a vengeance. It also always got worse during their sexy times. No matter how vanilla, or kinky they got Bill typically got so overwhelmed that he’d lose the ability to speak, because his stutter got so bad. This is also why Richie made it so important to focus on Bill during their special times together. He’d written his own little mental dictionary of the noises Bill made and the movements he made, and what each of these special things meant. If Bill bucked his hips a bit and squeezed his thighs that meant he was ready for Richie to move. If, like right now, he bit at his lip and held himself far too tense than he was uncomfortable and embarrassed. Richie needed to make things better. He put on his best cocky grin, and swaggered over to Bill obnoxiously and as ridiculously as he possibly could. This earned him a slight smile. A step in the right direction.

“Don’t you worry Little Lady. I’ve been known to take people’s breaths away.” He stepped in front of Bill and did an over-the-top bow. “It’s a curse you see. I’m just too charming.” This got him a laugh. Almost there. “But you Little Lady, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as fine as you. Come on let me see ya.” He reached over and took one of the hands Bill was holding to his chest, and pulled the boy off the bed. He spun him around, making sure to get a peek at the other boy’s ass, and ended his little routine by tugging Bill close and dipping him low. Bill was laughing loudly by this point, arms coming up around Richie’s neck to help keep his balance.

Back on track. Happy Bill accomplished.

“R-r-ri-ichie!”

“Yes, Sweet Thang?”

Bill snorted as he laughed. Richie smiled wide and pulled them both back into a standing position. He tugged Bill close by the waist, and pressed the giggling male flush against his chest.

“You know Sweet Thang you, you never told me what you were doing in a place like this.”

“W-w-well I … I was lo-looking for a r-r-ride.”

“A ride?”

“Yea. I w-was wondering if… if you h-had s-s-someth-thing large and f-f-fun I c-could r-r-ride on?”

“Something large and fun, huh?” Richie smirked tugging Bill closer, so the other male could feel the bulge pressing against the seam of his jeans. “I think I got something in mind perfect for the job.” Bill let out a soft gasp in mock surprise before giggling again, and rubbing up against him.

“I-is that ssso? Y-you think I c-could t-t-take a p-p-peak at it? S-ssee if its t-to my liking?”

“Honey, a sweet sexy thang such as yourself can do whatever you want. I’ll even let you touch it.”

And then they were kissing. Tongues dancing as they pressed and rubbed at each other. Hands wandering and squeezing. Things escalated so quickly that one moment Richie was massaging Bill’s lovely checks through his shorts, and the next he found himself laid out on the bed pantsless with Bill hovering by the bed side with no idea how he’d gotten there. Bill was panting loudly, the red on his lips almost completely smeared off. Richie was pretty sure his own mouth was probably smeared ruby red. He watched as Bill popped the button of his shorts and let the daisy dukes slide to the floor. Richie felt his mouth go dry as he took in the other boy’s weeping erection straining against the tight pair of bright pink panties.  It was the same pair Bill had worn last night when they’d tried out a different scene with the other outfit Richie had bought. A pale pink oversized sweater and a white skirt with long white thigh high stockings. The sex had been slow and drawn out. Bill had been a shy little stuttering mess, acting like a cute little innocent virgin that they both knew he wasn’t.

Now though, now that Bill seemed to be over the nervousness of trying out a new scene Richie could see a fire burning in his boyfriend’s eyes. Things were about to get very juicy.

“So, what do you think Sweet Heart,” Richie gestured to his crotch and gave Bill a little wink. “Does my rig look up to your standards?”

Bill gave him a dirty little grin and climbed on top of him still wearing his boots and panties.

“I don’t know. I thhhink-,” Bill paused and reached into his shirt to pull out a small bottle of lube. Richie watched as his boyfriend poured a generous amount onto his shaft and then tossed the bottle off to the side. “I think I’ll h-have t-to try it out ffffirst.”

And then Bill was shifting forward, reaching around to tug the band of his panties out of the way, and plopping himself down on Richie’s dick with little resistant. Both boys moaned loudly in response.

“Fuck Big Bill, you….fuck!” Richie groaned and reached out to grip at Bill’s thighs. Bill giggled.

“Wh-what? Y-you think I didn’t p-p-prepare myself ahead of t-t-time?”

“Fuck. That’s why you were taking so damn long.” Bill giggled and gave an experimental rock of his hips that sent a wave of pleasure straight through Richie’s body.

“I th-think I’m g-gonna like this r-r-ride.”

“Glad to know my rides to your stands Sweet Heart. I guess as they say I the south, Ride’em Cowgirl!” He followed this with a hard slap to Bill’s ass, that made the other boy squeak and laugh at the same time.

"Whatever you sssay Cowboy.”

And Bill began to move.

Dixie Boy

Relationship: Bichie (Bill x Richie)

Tags: Songfic, Possessive Behavior

Summary: Richie knows he's a bit possessive of his boyfriend. Bill doesn't seem to mind. Inspired by the song: Dixie Boy by April Smith And The Great Picture Show (lyrics in the fic)

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 I know you've got designs on my man     I see you giving him the eye     And I don't like what I see     And I know you don't want to get into it with me

Richie knew he was a clingy person. He wasn’t stupid or in denial about his issues. He knew he had a weird habit of clinging to his friends a little too tightly. Hell, his friends knew he had it too, but yet they never called him out on it. In fact, if anything they just let him do it, or always gave him the option to do whatever it is what they were doing. If he showed up their house in the middle of the night they’d let him in, or if everyone had stuff to do one would make sure Richie was invited. They never talked about it though. Just like how they never talked about how particular Stan could be about certain things, or how Bill seemed to avoid sewer drains like the plague.

Richie also knew he was very possessive of his friends. Of course, all the Losers were somewhat possessive of one another, but Richie knew he was just a touch more. If one of them was bullied he was the first one on the scene swinging, or if there was ever a possible chance of someone leaving or being added to their gang he was always ready to shut it down. He hadn’t had to do this yet, but he’d thought about it a few times.

The thing is though it never accord to him just how possessive he was until he started dating Bill Denbrough.

 'Cause like a soldier defends his land     I stand up, I get up, I defend my man     So don't make me ask you twice     'Cause I asked you once and I asked you nice     Keep your damn hands off my     Dixie Boy

Now, this was of no fault of Bill himself. Bill was just a nice guy. People were drawn to him by his good looks, easy going attitude, and kind words. He’d draw people pictures to make them happy, and then always got very nervous when he gave it to them. He’d stutter his way through an explanation, cheeks flushed, as he passed them the paper. Bill may have been a stuttering, klutzy mess, but he was always trying to make people happy and Richie absolutely loved him for it.

And from the way people would act around Bill they seemed to admire that about him as well.

 Well, he's sweet, isn't he?     But I'm sorry, ladies, he belongs to me     My Dixie Boy     Well, he's fine, but get in line     'Cause he's mine, he's mine, all mine, all mine.

It was one of the biggest things he noticed about Bill when they started dating. He saw just how much people actually payed attention to Bill, or worse touched him. Richie knew for a fact that Bill was not very comfortable when it came to strangers touching him. When it came to the other Losers Bill was fine, but anybody else seemed to make Bill nervous. Bill was too polite about things to just pull away from these people though. He’d just stand there and grin until the other person moved away, or somebody, mainly Richie, tugged him away.

This is why Richie uses every opportunity he gets to put an arm around Bill’s waist or shoulders. He kisses Bill in the hallways, sneaks up and hugs him from behind every chance he gets, and if he catches some fool leering at his boyfriend then he slips a hand in Bill’s back pocket to cup his ass right in front of them.

Bill always gives the most delicious squeak when he does this.

Well, I know the way that you girls operate So keep your hands to yourself and your eyes on your own plate It's not nice to stare Don't make me come over there 'Cause ladies, I'm a lady but please understand When it comes to my boy, I will fight like a man I will seek, and I will destroy For the apple of my eye, my pride and joy

Then there was the time at a party. He’d taken his eyes off Bill for what felt like a second, when he’d heard a loud smack followed by a yelp. He turned to see another male pressed up against Bill gripping his boyfriend’s ass like he owned it and seeming too whisper things in his ear. Bill looked a deer caught in the headlights. Body rigid and eyes-wide.

Richie couldn’t even remember moving. All he knew was one minute he was looking at his scared boyfriend, and the next he was looking down at the fallen asshole that dare smack his boyfriend’s ass.

Then Richie was being pulled away from the scene. Away from the party, and out into the cold night air. He expected Bill to be angry with him for punching the dude. Expected Bill to yell at him for resorting straight to violence, but no.

Instead Bill had shoved him up against the wall, and kissed him so hard his lips bruised.

 My Dixie Boy     Well, he's sweet, isn't he?     But I'm sorry, ladies, he belongs to me     My Dixie Boy     Well, he's fine, but get in line     'Cause he's mine, he's mine, all mine, all mine

The other Losers did call him out over his possessiveness of Bill. They joked about it. Would role theirs eyes when Richie got a little too touchy, or glared at people for staring.

He didn’t care though. Bill was his.

    I'm a lover not a fighter and I don't want to have to get rough     I'm just warning you ahead of time     I can be a bitch when it comes to my stuff     So keep your damn hands off my     Dixie Boy

And though Bill called him out on it too at times Richie knew Bill actually loved it. He’d scowled Richie for touching his ass in public, or for glaring at people, but Richie could see the lust in his eyes whenever Richie acted this way. Could feel it in the way Bill would grab him and kiss him behind closed doors.

And especially in the way Bill always seemed to fall apart as Richie whispered that he was his, while he peppered kisses across his skin.

 Well, he's sweet, isn't he?     But I'm sorry, ladies, he belongs to me     My Dixie Boy     Well, he's fine, but get in line     Tell you one more time, the boy is mine     He's mine, he's mine, all mine, all mine