"I was d-dared to kuh-kiss you..."
No one in the loser's club know about Richie and Eddie. One night, Bill Denbrough is dared to kiss Richie and starts to feel a certain way. Does he come between Richie and Eddie? Or will they power through this whi...
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Skinny legs moved as quickly as they could on the bike pedals beneath them. A strand of Richie's curly hair blew into his face. He looked back once more to notice that Eddie was trailing slowly, far behind him. He could barely see him.
Richie frowned and pulled his bike over to the side of the road. There, he waited patiently for Eddie.
Brown and orange leaves waved past him with a crunchy sound. He picked up a pretty, yellow one and studied it. It was soft as his slender thumb glided over it. Almost as soft as Eddie's porcelain skin.
The brunette finally pulled up beside Richie. He held himself up by propping his leg straight on the ground, beside his bike.
Richie took a last look at the leaf before slipping it into the shorter boy's hair, right behind his ear. He touched Eddie's soft cheek lightly with the pad of his thumb. "That wasn't such a fun race." He whispered with a light chuckle.
Eddie pursed his lips slightly at his boyfriend, "You're too competitive." He stated, playfully.
"Maybe. Or is it..." Richie paused and leaned in. His lips ghosted over Eddie's flushed cheek. "That you're just too slow?" He breathed against the chilled skin. Goosebumps formed everywhere on Eddie's small frame when Richie kissed him once again.
The small boy was so glad that they were in an area where it was rare for people to live. He nervously looked out to his left side, then his right. "We should stop standing here, asshole. The club's waiting." He always said ridiculous things and called Richie names when he was nervous.
Richie stood his bike up and glided himself over to the shorter boy. "They can wait." He mumbled before his hands were pulling Eddie in by his waist.
Eddie smiled softly, but he still tried to reluctantly push the curly haired boy off of him. The butterflies in his stomach were wild at that point, and he really didn't want to be worked up when him and Richie finally arrived to where the others were.
"Rich, please." He begged with slight sternness in his voice as he pressed both of his small hands against the taller's chest and pushed him back lightly.
Getting tired of his boyfriend's constant pushing and disagreements, Richie quickly pulled the boy into him so their chests were pressed flatly together. "One kiss on the lips. Then we finally go. 'Kay, squirrelly boy?" He lifted an eyebrow as his head tilted a little to the side.
Eddie relaxed in his arms, "Fine."
Both of them readied theirselves with closed eyes. As Richie leaned in, Eddie arched his back. The taller boy's arms fit perfectly in the dip of the arch, and his hands were spread gently against Eddie's back. His lips inched closer to Eddie's, and he could feel the heat of the shorter's blush radiating onto his own flushing cheeks.
He put his lips against Eddie's. They rested there for what seemed to be a while, but in no time the two were giving each other harder kisses that lasted longer and meant more. Their lips were growing wetter by the second. Richie's hands tightened on Eddie's back, and he deepened the final kiss.
He knew it wouldn't escalate. They don't normally do sexual things; Eddie has always been way too anxious when it comes down to. Germs scare him. Richie is lucky that he even gets to put his tongue in Eddie's mouth.
Eddie eventually broke their lips apart. "Okay, you got your kiss...es. Let's go." He said with an eye roll. Richie chuckled at him and wiped his lips before lifting himself back onto his bike. He kicked back the stand and followed beside Eddie to their destination.
