Your dirty little secret - Reddie

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Richie rested one hand on his bed, and the other on Eddie's waist as they kissed. Both of Eddie's hands rested on either sides of Richie's face. Richie's mind was overflowing with the urge to pin Eddie's hands down. All he could think about was putting his hands all over the small boy's body.

Richie slid his hand up Eddie's waist triggering a laugh. Eddie apologized, "I'm sorry, sorry!" Richie smiled, "Do you want me to stop?" He tickled the boys sides viciously. Eddie laughed for a moment, "Stop! I. Can't. Breath!"

Richie let him go, laughing and messing with Eddie's hair. Eddie pulled out his inhaler and puffed it a few times before putting it back in his fanny pack.

Richie rolled back over and reached under the boys back, unclipping the fanny pack buckle, "Take this off. It's in the way!" Eddie smiled nervously, "In the way?"

"My hand...It was on your waist, remember?" Richie thought about it for a moment, "Can I-" "Can you?" Eddie looked up at him confused. Richie smiled forgetting the thought, "No never mind..."

Richie mustered up the courage for a moment, then leaned in and kissed the side of Eddie's neck. Eddie laid in shock for a moment before Richie kissed Eddie's lips again, running his hand on Eddie's waist again. Eddie had never felt this odd sensation before. He wanted to kiss Richie forever.

"Rich, wait-" Eddie placed a hand on Richie's chest, "This feels...weird..." Richie instantly felt guilty, "I'm sorry! I'll stop!" Eddie's eyes widened as Richie began to sit up, "No!"

"Then...I'm confused...Do you feel too weird, or?"  Richie moved his hand from Eddie's waist to the bed next to him, still technically on to of him. Eddie grabbed Richie's collar, "I don't want you to...Stop...I think that...that other..kiss...made me a little nervous..."

"Oh? Oh...I-um...I'm sorry Ed's, I won't do that again-" Richie started. Eddie's face felt like it was on fire with embarrassment, "No!..Can you um...Do it again?" Richie's face blushed darker, as he gently turned Eddie's chin away from him, and kissed his next softly.

Eddie smiled, then tugged at Richie's shirt, indicating he should take it off. Richie raised and eyebrow, then gave in and took off the shirt slowly. Eddie's eyes drifted to the boy's stomach. Last summer Richie had been a chubby, short-ish messy haired nerd, but this year...Richie's hair had gotten curly, his fat was exchanged for the thin figure with slight abs peering through along with his hight increase by almost a foot.

Richie played with Eddie's hair in the hand above his head. Eddie smiled. They kissed for a good few minutes before there was a knock on Richie's window. Thank fuck for the curtains! Richie thought as he rushed to through his shirt back on.

Eddie sat up like everything was chill, as Richie fixed his hair and clothes, then walked over to the window. He opened the curtain to reveal Beverly Marsh, sitting of the roof top. She smiled, "Let me in dipshit!"

Richie opened the window and Bev climbed in. Richie helped her to the floor, "What's up, Marsh?" She glanced around the room seeing Eddie sitting on Richie's bed acting odd, "What's going one here?"

"Just chilling." Richie shot back. Beverly smiled, "At 8:30? Your dad's car is in the driveway...who did Eddie get in?" Richie began to swart, "My dad must have just got home. Eddie was already here."

"I see...Well I came here to offer you a smoke, but since our wheezy friend is her, I'll be on my way if you want-" Beverly glanced back to the window. Richie stoped her, "No wait-"

"NO! Let her go, Richard! You don't need it! And Beverly you better not!" Eddie stood up and walked over to the two, taking the pack of cigarettes out of Bev's hand, "Hey!"

Eddie would have put it in his fanny pack and threw them away later, but he realized it was still on the ground. Beverly glanced at the floor, then walked over and picked it up, "Why'd you put this here? What about your inhaler? You could step on it and-" She turned back to the two nervous boys.

"Eddie? Ummm...Do you want me to leave so you two can make out, or-" Beverly teased. Eddie took the fanny pack from her, placing the cigarettes in her hand, "It's not like that so shut up! I took it off because the buckle was hurting my back. It's too tight and I have to loosen it still so that's all!"

Richie smirked. He liked seeing Eddie stressed like this. Eddie placed his fanny pack down on Richie's nightstand. Richie adjusted his glasses, "Okay, bye bye Marsh. I'll see ya later." Richie sounded sad about the cigarettes. Beverly handed him one in secret.

Richie slipped it into his pocket, then helped Bev out the window. His room door shook frantically, "Richard!? Open this damn door! I'm not fucking playing with you this time!"