kissing in cars|reddie

twelve

"Eddie," Richie whispered, holding the smaller boys body into his own, their awkward legs intertwining on the bed. Eddie was silently crying, sniffling while Richie stuffed his nose into his chestnut hair. The black haired mans heart was racing, his cheeks pink as his enemy kept crying fat tears that leaked into his shirt. Richie didn't know what to say. Eddie had a point, no one really loved him, but he was just a little wrong.

"Eddie," whispered Richie again, his hands keeping the brunette in his arms and in his warm body, "Go to sleep."

In the morning, Richie took a shower. By the time he was finished cleaning himself off, it was nearing 2 a.m. and Eddie was still snuggled up in the motel bed.

For a while, Richie contemplated getting back into the bed with him and risking Eddie's sleep, but another part of him wanted to wake the boy up. Maybe they could just...talk. Have a decent conversation. Possibly get a good round of sex in.

Finally deciding that he was still a bit tired, Richie slowly made his way back into the mattress by Eddie's side. The brunette had his back facing Richie. He was awake.

Richie sighed before tugging his part of the blanket around him, shifting slowly to face Eddie's back.

"You just had to shower this early in th' morning?" Eddie's sleepy voice startled him, making his porcelain cheeks flush.

"Oh, um, sorry about that." He spoke quietly, he watched as Eddie started to turn around, now facing a flustered Richie. Their heads were so close, Richie could spot the tiny, light brown freckles on Eddie's nose and cheeks, and up close he could look into his brown eyes.

Then Eddie started rubbing his eyes with his hand, and now that he was awake, he couldn't go back to sleep.

"Should we just watch TV until, like, five?" His voice was so soft, it made Richie's heart ache.

"No, no, I'm sorry I woke you."

"It's fine." There was a pause. Eddie hesitated asking Richie a question. It was too early in the morning for it, but he wasn't really thinking now. "What are...what are your parents like?"

"My parents?" Richie repeated, stunned by how polite Eddie was being about it. Richie's parents didn't show him much love, either. There was an occasional baking lesson with Maggie whenever she was sober for a day, and the small talks about growing up from Wentworth. But it was nothing special. They treated him like garbage most of the time, which was why he wanted to get away.

"Yeah."

"Er, well..." He didn't know where to start. "My dad works with this business, so he's kind of gone from our house a lot. Which is good I guess, 'cause my mom can watch her TV and sing as loud as she wants." He chuckled at that, then stopped. "Um, my dad...he's kind of...angry a lot. He has serious anger issues."

Eddie seemed so concentrated on his words; his head resting on the pillow, blanket wrapped around most of his small frame, his bangs sitting on top of his forehead. He stared at Richie who keened at him. He looked so beautiful.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just 'cause I wanted to know what other people's parents are like." Eddie gulped. "But i-if it was too much to ask then I'm sorry-"

"Don't be sorry. You'd find out sooner or later." Richie sighed. "My mom's probably lonely right now. I kinda feel bad..."

"Oh no." Eddie's eyes widened, he looked terrified. "Oh my gosh...Richie, I took you away from the people you love..."