Reddie Smut | I'll Be Loving You (Forever)

six - weed giggles

Warning: Marijuana
Song: Geekin - Ski Mask the Slump God
Word count: 2,706

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"Come on, Eddie bear, you know you wanna." Richie waved the blunt in Eddie's face and he swatted at the other boy's hand, turning his face away from the smell.

"Even if I did, I wouldn't smoke with you, Trashmouth. Do you know how bad that shit is for your lungs?" Eddie scolded him, smacking him on the side of the head and grimacing when Richie took a drag of the blunt, inhaling and blowing smoke in his face.

"Just this one time, Eds? I promise just this one time and I won't ask again." Richie stuck his bottom lip out and held the marijuana up for Eddie to take. Eddie just rolled his eyes and took it from him, giving in to his best friend so he'd shut up.

"You pass so many germs back and forth when you share a blunt, Richie." He said, but he brought it up to his lips anyway.

Not too much longer the blunt was getting too small to do anything with and the boys couldn't do much but laugh at how baked the other looked. Richie bit his lip to stifle his giggles and held Eddie's face in one hand as the other tried to pull away from it, tracing his fingers over his nose and lips. "Mm... Richie, what're you doin'" Eddie laughed, hitting at Richie arm.

"You're damn pretty, Kaspbrak." Richie slurred, pulling Eddie's face towards his without thinking and slotting their lips together in a sloppy kiss.

"Mmph—" Eddie kissed him back much to Richie's surprise, pushing his chest to lay him down on the couch and straddling his hips in the process. Eddie allowed Richie's fingers to travel up and under his shorts and squeeze his ass in both hands, moaning into his mouth and pushing back into his touch. "Who would've known you were into that." Richie giggled when Eddie pulled back to catch his breath, running his hands up Eddie's shirt in a silent demand for him to take it off.

"Beep-beep, asshole." Eddie grumbled, tugging his shirt over his head and rolling his hips down against Richie's crotch to shut him up.

"Goddamn—" Richie groaned, his hands clutching at Eddie's hips and squeezing softly as he rolled them up into Eddie's ass.

Richie sat up to pull his own shirt over his head, laughing when he almost made Eddie fall off his lap, getting tangled in the fabric of the shirt. Eddie had to help him, bursting into laughter at his clumsiness. Once Richie was free of his shirt he attacked Eddie's lips with his own once more, this time laying Eddie back and nesting himself between Eddie's thighs when they fell open. He attached his lips to Eddie's collar bone and relished in the way the boy's hips bucked up into his as he keened. Richie sucked a hickey into the soft skin, pressing his tongue to the patch of raised blood and nipping at it softly. "I'mma get some lube, i'll be right back. Don't move." Richie tripped over his feet when he got up and nearly fell to the ground but caught himself before he could, scrambling off to his room to grab the lube from his bedside table's drawer.

When he got back Eddie took the lube from him and struggled to read the label, "Strawberry flavored lube, Richie? Seriously?" He asked, tossing the small bottle back to Richie and rolling his eyes when he caught it and fumbled with it, nearly dropping it.

"Sweet lube for a sweet boy." Eddie groaned at his response, kicking him softly.

"Mind taking those off for me?" Richie hooked his finger under the waist band of Eddie's shorts and let them snap back against his skin, lubing his fingers up as Eddie reciprocated. Richie raised his eyebrows when Eddie pulled the shorts down, revealing the absence of underwear.