kissing in cars|reddie

fifteen

After getting fast food from Dairy Queen, Richie and Eddie sat in the Malibu and ate. Since Eddie was starving, he devoured his meal in a few minutes, and took sips of his drink as Richie continued eating.

"You're a whole beast, Ed's." Said Richie. "I wouldn't be surprised if you ate me in my sleep."

Eddie scoffed, but smiled, and playfully punched Richie's arm. "Thanks for the food, idiot."

"Want the rest of my fries? I don't want them. I need to drive anyway." Richie replied, ignoring the insult, and shoved his medium box of fries into Eddie's lap. If he said he didn't want them, Richie knew he was lying. Richie's fed him for the past week, so why would Eddie insist he didn't want food? Anyway, Eddie did take the fries with a small blush as Richie got back onto the road.

Passing time by listening to a lot of Richie's CDs they actually got to Massachusetts. Eddie was excited...mostly. But there was a clawing at his chest when he saw the 'Welcome to Massachusetts' sign.

"We're here."

"Yeah..." Said Eddie, almost solemnly because soon he was finally going to meet his father again. "We're here."

•

"Look!" Richie and Eddie were in a thrift store, the brown haired boy had no clean clothes and he wanted to look nice for when he met his birth father. "Eds, don't I look super fucking dope?"

Eddie turned, he had been looking through racks of clothes, he looked over at Richie, who had put on an American flag themed hat, purple sunglasses, and a bright yellow blazer he had found. Eddie snickered, "A fucking idiot is what you look like."

"Why so rude?" Richie joked, smiling as he put back the glasses and hat on a shelf next to him. "I want this blazer. It'd make a great prank for a funeral."

"Richie, that blazer makes me wanna commit a crime."

"Being gay is a crime, my love." He joked again, but shrugged off the clothing piece and put it back on the rack he found it on. "Did you pick anything out yet?"

"Yeah, let's hit the road." Said Eddie, he held two pairs of both shirts and pants on his arm, and was also blushing as Richie wrapped an arm around him and lead him up to the cashier. He was getting all hot and bothered, he hoped he was unsure why...

•

"We'll look for your dad tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah. Okay."

"What's wrong? Why're you sad?"

"I'm not sad. I just..." Eddie sighed, curling up in yet another motel bed. The brunette decided that he wanted to rest and shower before meeting Frank, so Richie stopped at a motel. They were almost out of money. "I don't feel good." There was such an unsettling feeling in his stomach that was making him sick.

"Oh," said Richie. "Well, I can get some-"

"I don't need anything. Just...stay here with me?"

How could Richie say no to that? "Alright. But really, if you need anything-"

"I'm fine, Richie." Eddie said. Although that was kind of a lie. Nevertheless, they lay in the bed for a few good minutes, Eddie was staring up at the ceiling with his umber-hue eyes, ignoring Richie, who was staring at him. There was a moment where he felt Richie shift closer to him, probably looking for attention, but Eddie paid him no mind.

"Hey," Richie spoke up. "Your dad's going to love seeing you."

"How can you be sure?" Eddie looked him in the eyes this time, a frown on his face.

"...Well, who doesn't love seeing good ol' Ed's?" He tried joking, but Eddie wasn't having it. Richie was smiling goofily at him. Why couldn't he take it seriously?

"Richie, I really want to see him again. And I really wanna stay with him, but I'm not so sure he wants me to."

At that point, Richie didn't know what to say. He realized that Eddie really did need his father, but the brunette himself was now wondering if it was all just a mistake. He wondered if he should've continued sleeping around with people in Derry everyday, only to go home and greet his toxic mother. Richie still felt bad for him. Richie would never wish what Eddie had gone through on anyone, he knew Eddie's past actions were only caused by his inner pain. He would've dug his own grave if he had Eddie's life. Richie cared about him, that much was obvious, and his heart was racing as he thought about cradling Eddie's cheeks in his hands and kissing him.

Richie took the opportunity. Eddie was laying on the bed, so he climbed on top of him, much to Eddie's surprise.

"I don't think I want to have sex right now, Rich-"

"That wasn't what I was planning." Richie placed his index finger on Eddie's lips, softly.

He was so confused then. Because why was Richie suddenly on top of him? Eddie felt a blush crawl onto his face, and he felt breathless underneath Richie's body. There was a solid moment where Richie was about to open his mouth to say something, but instead kept his closed and wiped some of Eddie's hair off his forehead. Eddie's heart was going a mile a minute, and he swore he could hear something in the back of his brain telling him, urging him, to kiss him. Richie was holding Eddie's face, their noses nuzzling one another's in a little dance.

Then Richie kissed him. And it felt really nice. Weird. But really nice.

Eddie had never had his first kiss before, despite having countless hook-ups, and yet he closed his eyes and kissed Richie back. It was so passionate. So easy. And Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie's neck to pull him in closer. That was what surprised the taller boy, he expected to be pushed away...

Eddie first pulled away to take in a deep breath.

"I love you," Richie whispered, his eyes dilated, his fingers caressing Eddie's cheek.

It was so unexpected. Yet Eddie found himself immediately attaching their lips again, because it felt so good and right to be kissing Richie. He liked it when Richie did things to him. He loved him. And it felt good to be loved.

"I love you, too." Eddie replied quickly enough to gaze in Richie's steely blue eyes, then stared back at his lips. "Thank you."

Richie smiled. "For what?" He asked.

"For loving me." Eddie gently rest his palm on Richie's cheek. "I love you."

"You said that already, doll."

"I just wanted to say it again." Eddie smiled softly, earning Richie a tug at his heart, because seeing Eddie so happy made him happy. He didn't care about anyone back in Derry, or the police at the moment. All he cared about was seeing this damaged boy smile. And he felt proud of himself, just a week ago they were throwing insults at each other, now they're kissing.

They were approaching doom.