Oh, my love //: Reddie:\\

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richie*

"We should try and meet up with Bev today, so you don't make any accidental imprints on your friendship," Eddie rambled out as we sat in his dining room.

I sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I was just trying to get them to stop messing with you." I ate the pasta as I stared down.

"Why? I was okay, I'm used to their shenanigans," he chuckled softly.

I sighed, irritatedly. "It just bothered me."

He went quiet. "That much?" He hummed.

I nodded, still staring at the food on the plate. "I-," I sighed for a moment. "I saw the look in your eyes. I know that feeling too well, I just didn't want them to do that." I took a moment before looking up at him.

He was staring at me fondly. "That means a lot to me, Richie. It does."

I smiled weakly to him. "I go through that shitty feeling all the time, and I'd never want you to go through that. It's pure shit, Eds." I sighed.

He chuckled softly. "One time, years ago, I told my mom that I thought I had a crush on a boy, and she said I was ill. She took me to see many doctors, complaining about how I'm not 'thinking straight'," he laughed. "No pun intended." He giggled. "I felt awful, and I always thought there was something wrong with me, but now I'm more open to the idea of being gay, and I'm comfortable with it. It doesn't scare me anymore." He told.

I smiled over at him. "See? I always said you were the bravest person I've ever known, Eds."

He smiled, blushing a little. "Yeah, yeah," he waved me off.

"So, who was your first crush?" I wiggled my brows.

He sighed. "Well, there was this boy in middle school, I think his name was John Smule? I just genuinely liked him." He shrugged. "His hair was brown and wavy, pretty brown eyes."

"Ooh, was he that dreamy, Eds?" I cooed at him.

He scoffed playfully, standing up. He took our dishes to the the kitchen. He came back and sat in my lap. "Not as dreamy as you, Trash mouth," he winked.

I chuckled and snaked my arms around his waist. "Is that so?" I mumbled against his neck. I tickled him lightly.

"Richie!" He screamed. He busted into fits of laughter, making me chuckle and my heart happy. "S-Stop! Agh!" He tried to break free.

I chuckled at him as he squirmed around. I stop and let him calm down, laying against my chest.

He looked up at me. "Thank you," he smiled lightly.

"For what?" I asked in a hushed way, holding him.

He sat up and straddled me, taking my hand in his. "For making a move, shit knows I'm too much of a pussy to do that." He chuckled.

I laughed lightly. "I can't let you go that easy, Eddie Spaghetti," I kissed over his cheeks.

He giggled. "Let's go get comfy and watch a movie?" He suggested.

I nodded. "Sounds great," I smiled.

He smiled down at me.

The eye contact we made was pure damning and tense. I looked over him, wanting to know his body, to kiss him for hours on end, to feel all of his smooth skin.

I don't want to build a relationship around sexual feelings, but the tension is so sharp and dangerous. It'd be ashamed to let it go to waste, wouldn't it?

I ran my hand gently over his waist. I looked over his body, it seemingly perfect and ready for whatever life threw at it.

I found myself leaning into him, him doing the same. We caught each other's lips, kissing eagerly, not wanting to waste any time we have together.

I felt those same damn sparks again. I let my hands roam around carefully as he pulled and tugged at my hair. He pushed his body farther into mine, making me gasp, feeling an all too familiar feeling between my legs. Shit.

Doing this with Eddie isn't just about the sexual pleasure and sexual satisfaction, it's about the love between us, as it should be. Yes, I'm sorry for slut shaming some people.

He gripped on to the back of the chair, sliding impressively closer to me, wrapping his legs around me. "R-Richie," he gasped. I grabbed over his helpless body as I let my lips trail over his neck. "Ooh, fuck, I'm-," he whimpered heavily.

I looked over him, getting off on how hot he looks with his head thrown so far back like that. "What is it, Eds?" I hummed up at him. I reattached my lips to his Adam's apple.

"I, oh," He squirmed at the feeling of me trailing my hand down his chest. He looked down at me.

I trailed my hands over his red shorts' waist band. I quirked an eyebrow. I tugged at it softly, asking before entering. "Can I?" I asked gently.

He looked at me, then quickly nodding. "Yes, fuck, Richie."

I smirked and pushed my hand into his shorts. I gently wrapped my hand around his hard length. I let him get comfortable with the new feeling before doing anything.

"Richie," he squeaked out, his voice high pitched and needy like. He gently moved his hips up and down on me.

I gently started moving my hand up and down. He moaned and groaned, letting his head fall into my neck, his skinny formed legs fell at the side of the chair, him still gently thrusting.

I smiled to myself. I love him, and I want him to feel as good as possible. I let my other hand rub over his side and back, making sure he's okay.

I felt his thrusts become a little sloppy, giving a sign that he's close. I sped up my pace, hearing his soft moans as he rolled his face around my neck.

"I'm so close, Rich," he mumbled out. He looked up at me, grabbed my hips, clutching my shirt. "Oh my, god." He grunted.

I sat up and little and pressed a hot kiss to his mouth. He kept the kiss going as he jizzed in my hand. His hands immediately went to my hair, pulling around at the locks.

I slowly stopped moving my hand, carefully pulling it out of his shorts.

He sighed as he pulled away. "Shit, that was amazing," he blushed.

I kissed over his cheek and neck softly. "Well, obviously, Eddie. I've had a lot of practice with your mom." I said against his skin.

He scoffed playfully. "Wow, Chee." He chuckled. His small soft hands went to my shoulders, playing with the collar of my shirt.

I smiled softly at him.

"Richie?" He looked at me.

"Yeah, Eds?" I hummed.

"What does this make us? Are we like boyfriends now?" He asked in a quiet manner.

I kissed his head. "Only if you want. I don't want to push you into anything you might regret." I said.

He looked at me. He stroked my cheek with his thumb. "I'd never regret falling for you, Richie Toizer."

I smiled at him. He has no idea what it means to hear him say that.