Painless || Reddie

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So Eddie is usually the wet blanket in Reddie fanfics (and trust me He is in this one too because we love wet blanket Eddie) but I wanted him a little a little bit of a hoe when he's fucked up (like me lol) so enjoy that.

Idk what stuff I need to put trigger warning for but trigger warning there's like drinking and drug use and some soft porn action.

Stan told Richie he'd probably be ready to leave at 12am at the latest. And here Richie was at 12:07am and fucking pissed. He considered walking in and dragging Stan away, balls deep in his date or not. But looking at the kids out the front they looked like a bunch of teenage theatre nerds. Richie's two full tattoo sleeves and 6ft length would probably scare the shit out of them. Stan probably fit in fine, he only had a couple of visible tattoos, much to Richie and Bev's displeasure.

He dialed the number again and one more time before rolling his eyes and getting out of Stan's nice (but totally gay) convertible. He walked up to the suburban home, surrounded by intoxicated teens and the overwhelming smell of weed. 'Okay maybe these dorks were a bit cooler than I originally thought.' Richie admitted to himself. He searched through the packed house, nodding in approval as Ziggy Stardust blasted through the speakers.

"I know you!" He heard someone yell from right behind him. He turned around as a small boy jumped towards him, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing their chests together, "You are so tall!" Richie could not help but smile at the heavily intoxicated Eddie, not even concerned about the clear invasion of his personal space.

"Hey kiddo. You seen my friend?" He asked, looking down at the boy. Richie really hoped he was eighteen like Bill because he looked really pretty and Richie couldn't help but rest his hands on the other's hips (for balance of course). He looked down at the shorter boy, he had glitter on his eyes and was wearing an oversized lavender hoodie (and no pants possibly?)

"Yeah... Him and Bill went upstairs like half an hour ago. Don't interrupt them! Please! Bill thinks he's really cute and Bill never thinks anyone's cute! I'll keep you company until they come down?" Eddie spoke at an alarming quick speed. Richie quirked an eyebrow at the boy.

"Eddie... Are you on drugs?" He asked, confused. The boy sounded like the biggest buzzkill in the parlour earlier that day and here he was, fried out of his brain and pushing his whole body against a guy he didn't really know.

"Oh yeah. Only E though, and maybe some weed." He justified as if he wasn't on hard, illegal drugs. Eddie bit his lip and smiled up at Richie, "You look really fucking hot."

Richie wasn't going to lie, he was slightly aroused by the weird kid. He was also very, very amused, "Thanks, even though I'm in my fucking pyjamas."

Eddie's mouth opened slightly as he looked down, taking in Richie's grey tracksuit pants and Rocky Horror Picture Show T-shirt. "Oh." He said and started giggling. They stayed like that for a little bit. Swaying slightly as Eddie was struggling to stand up straight.

"Eddie."

"Hmm." He hummed in a trance.

"I'm not trying to be rude but could you maybe get the fuck off me darling?" Richie asked as nicely as possible. Eddie frowned and moved away from him. He felt better in a way that he didn't feel suffocated by the boy but also kind of missed it, only slightly though.

"You're pretty fucking rude." Eddie stated, he didn't sound angry or anything, just as if he was stating a fact. Richie nodded along because yeah, he sort of was sometimes. "Can I kiss you?" Eddie asked abruptly. Richie's eyes widened.

He didn't even have time to answer before Eddie had his arms around his neck again and had pulled his head down to connect their lips. For a second, Richie forgot where he was for  and all he could focus on was how good Eddie's lips felt against his and he began to kiss back. He wasn't sure how long they were making out for until Richie came to his senses, but it felt like forever. He disconnected their lips and took a step back. He shouldn't have done that. For starters, he didn't even know if this kid was eighteen and even if he was he was highly intoxicated.

Eddie whined and pouted at Richie. He rubbed up and down one of his tattooed arms and took a step towards Richie, "What's wrong?" He asked, looking up at Richie through his eyelashes.

"You're so fucked up, Eds."

"I'll let you call me Eds while you fuck me." And once again, Eddie was pressed up against Richie. Richie's cock twitched but Richie shook his head and turned away from the boy fully this time. He walked extremely quickly towards the stairs to find Stan. He didn't give a fuck if he was riding the shit out of that dick. Richie wanted to go and he wanted to go now.

He cautiously checked every room upstairs until there was only one left. He squinted and slowly opened the door. He couldn't hear any noise emitting from the room which was a good sign. He smiled when he saw that the two boys (both fully dressed) were completely passed out and cuddling.

"Of fucking course, Uris" He whispered, careful not to wake the sleeping losers. He shook his head, closed the door and started to make his way out of the house when he saw a crying Eddie curled up in front of the toilet in the bathroom. He was about to subtely attempt to walk past and pretend he hadn't noticed the boy, because he wasn't Richie's fucking responsibility, however at the moment Richie was passing the bathroom Eddie looked up and they made eye contact. So Richie's plan was foiled.

He moved towards the boy and knelt down in front of him, "What's wrong, kid?" He asked.

"I have a phobia of vomiting... and I can't stop vomiting." The boy cried and began dry heaving. Richie couldn't help but laugh at this loser. He was so funny and he wasn't even trying. "I keep drinking water to try and stop but-"

"Don't do that. That'll make it worse. Sometimes you just have to let it all out, dude." Richie patted the boy on the back and got up to leave. His job here was clearly done.

"Wait!" Eddie grabbed his wrist with his gross, clammy hands. "Don't leave me please." He begged, tears in his eyes. "Please, Richie."

Richie shook his hand off his wrist and sighed, "Look, I'll give you a ride home?" He offered.

"No! My mother would murder me if she saw me right now!"

"I don't know what- I don't know how to help you." Richie snapped. He was frazzled and tired. He just wanted to go home and sleep. He was so tired.

"Can I go home with you? Please! I'll crash on the couch!"

Richie thought about it for a second. His judgement was clearly cloudy from the fatigue as he just nodded and extended a hand to help the boy up. He cursed under his breath as he walked out with the small, mess of a boy towards Stan's car.

What the fuck is happening? This whole situation is fucked.

"You better not fucking snore."