Lover - Reddie

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richie hiked up his pants as he walked along the bleachers. being thin and tall, he had no sense of balance, but each time he started to fall, bev would balance him.

the pair wobbled over toward where ben, eddie and bill were sitting on the metal benches, talking in hushed voices.

"greetings, bitches!" richie called, sitting down hard under eddie, between his legs. he shoved the smaller boy's knee and grinned. "hiya, eddie spaghetti."

"ew," bev laughed. "that's even worse than eds, where'd you get that from?"

richie flashed her a smirk. "on my date with stan the man last night!"

"d-date?" bill gasped.

richie whirled around, his face at the level of a flustered eddie's waist, and finger gunned him. "you betcha, big bill." he lowered his voice like he was serious. "you know, he's a loud one."

bill looked horrified, so eddie hit richie over the head for him. "shut up, rich."

richie smiled up at the boy. his face was almost washed out by the pounding light, but he looked beautiful. his freckles were prominent, eyes almost orange. eddie looked down at him, fluttering his lashes, then reached into his pocket for his inhaler.

what's he need that for? but richie dismissed the inquiry and focused on bev. "where is stan, actually?"

bev shrugged. "how would i know? you're the one dating him."

"that was a joke."

"isn't everything?"

richie clicked his tongue and turned so he was now leaned against eddie's middle again. he set his elbows on eddie's knees and titled his head so he was looking up at him. "hi."

"what do you want, trashmouth?"

if richie didn't know better, he would've thought eddie was blushing.

"to pass the time before the game starts."

mike had joined the football team, and his friends had all come to support him. the game was in thirty minutes, but there weren't many people since it was supposed to rain later.

"well, pass it with bill," eddie suggested, motioning to the boy who was busy with a book.

richie leaned his head against eddie's chest, and the boy sucked in a harsh breath. "nah, i've spent enough time with him recent. ya know, making out and stuff."

"then ben."

"him too."

"is everything sexualized behind those glasses, tozier?"

richie started tracing circles on eddie's bare knee, hoping to get that surprised rise out of him again. he didn't seem to, so he turned around and leaned one forearm on the boy's leg, using the other hand to pull his face down to his own. "eds?"

eddie hissed through his teeth. "y-yes?"

richie let his lips part and leaned them close to eddie's own.

"got a cigarette?"

eddie jerked back, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. "fuck you, tozier."

richie smirked and turned back to lean against eds. "when and where, babe?" he slowly ran his fingers over the back of eddie's hand, the one hidden from the sight of the other losers, and started turning it over. he started sliding his fingers between eddie's, then took them away again and then slipped them back.

"what're you doing, rich?" eddie whispered into richie's ear. the lanky boy shivered and leaned toward the touch of eddie's cheek against his own hair.

"dunno."

he finally took eddie's hand and didn't let go until the game was over.

...

"you held hands."

eddie choked on his water.

he spit it out on richie's head, who flinched and turned to yell at him. (reference to the youtube videos anyone?)

but eddie ignited him and grabbed beverly's arm hard. "what did you say!?" he demanded at the smirking girl.

"you know what i said."

"we were not holding hands," he whisper-yelled.

"then why is your face red?"

"because...cause...." he didn't have an answer.

"that's right," bev said. but now her face was a little upset. "richie's straight, eddie. at least, i think he is. he's always talking about girls and i've never seen him treat boys that way too. i don't mean to get you down or-."

"i'm straight too."

bev giggled a beautiful laugh and took eddie's hand in her own as they walked. "i believe you, eddie." but her hand in his wasn't the same as richie's. and he wished it was.

"do you know where we're going?" bev asked, letting of eddie and wrapping her arm around ben, who went red instantly.

eddie shook his head, but richie turned around from his conversation with mike and told her it was a diner. they were meeting stan there.

for the rest of the walk, eddie kept his eyes on the way richie kept touching bill and mike, the way he appeared so comfortable and easy-going. he wanted that. maybe it was being happy with his sexuality. which he wasn't. but eddie didn't know. all he knew was he wanted to be the one richie was touching right now.