Lover - Reddie

five

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"can i turn on the fan?"

eddie looked up from his comic and nodded to richie. the boy smiled and flicked on the switch, coming over to sit on the bed that eddie was leaned up against. he laid down on his stomach and rested his chin on his hands so he could look over eddie to read also.

"okay, it's cold now, rich," eddie protested a few minutes later. "i'll get an attack."

richie shrugged and flopped back onto the bed, stretching out. "then come lay down with me, eds. it's late, anyways."

eddie's jaw dropped and his stomach did that tumble thing. he turned around to look up at richie from the floor. "that's a joke, right?" he asked.

richie shook his head. "you're welcome to cuddle up on next to me," he said with a famous wink. "no homo, though."

"of course," eddie agreed smoothly. he stood up, then on second thought, sat back down. "i actually don't think it's a good idea. i thrash around a lot."

richie sat up and turned off the lamp, leaving the room only barely lit by moonlight. eddie watched richie remove his glasses and the shimmer in his eyes. "i mean, as long as you don't kick me in the junk, we're good. but whatever suits you, my dear eddie."

slowly, eddie got to his feet. he put his comic on his dresser and made his way over to the other side of the bed. richie was laying in the middle. the middle!

eddie somehow managed to lay down on his side without touching richie, though.

...

richie counted the minutes.

five.

fifteen.

forty-five.

because he wasn't an easy sleeper either. he used the time to think about the stars beverly had put on richie's ceiling and how he'd watched, thinking she was the most wonderful creature on earth.

he wished he like liked her. but he didn't.

because liking bev would be easy.

suddenly, richie's brain wasn't thinking about bevvie anymore.

it was thinking about the boy who'd just rolled over and wrapped his arm around richie's waist and the leg hooked over his.

"eddie," richie whispered, fully not expecting eddie to respond.

"i'm not sleeping."

richie's eyes widened. "you're not?"

"i told you, i'm an insomniac."

"well are you cold?"

a full twenty seconds passed. "no."

"i am."

another few seconds passed. then eddie said something that definitely made richie's brain work again.

"do you want to hold me, richie? f-for warmth, of course?"

richie didn't answer vocally. he slid a hand up eddie's back and patted his shoulder. the boy seemed to get the message, because he rolled onto the other side.

carefully, richie turned too. he pressed his chest against eddie's back, wrapping a thin arm over the boy and digging his face into the warmth eds' neck. "is this okay?" richie asked.

no, rich thought to himself. it's not. at least, it shouldn't be.

"yeah," eddie whispered.

richie sighed happily, breathing in the rose scent of the boy against him. he tightened his grip and this time, both of them fell asleep almost right away.

...

"one time and i already can't sleep alone."

eddie was sitting on the very bed where richie had spooned him late at night, confiding in mike. i'd been almost a week since richie had slept over and he hadn't seen the boy since.

"you know i love you, eddie."

this caught eddie by surprise, but he nodded.

"so you know that means i support anything and everything-."

eddie shouted too quickly. "i'm not gay!"

"sure," mike breathed. "cause straight guys definitely cuddle. no, spoon."

eddie tried and failed to hide the pink that flooded over his cheeks. "listen, mike. i like richie, but i don't like him, ya know? i'm just comfortable around him. that's it, i swear on my life."

mike turned his head to hide a knowing smile.

okay this was facking short but i'm the author so i get to do that ;)
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