The Aftermath (Reddie)

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Richie's POV

I had forgotten how to breathe.

"Richie?"

I gasped for air.

Eddie was staring up at me his face was all scrunched up.

I realized that I still had my hand on his waist and cheek. His skin was so soft, probably from some stupid cream his mom squeeze onto his face.

Why did he have to kiss me? Why was I so messed up? Why did I have to have a crush on this kid?

"Um..." I croaked out.

"Shit," Eddie cursed, "am I really that bad at kissing?" he sounded concerned, "cause you are a damn good one like shit Rich you're girlfriend is going to be lucky."

It hurt so bad that that didn't mean anything to him.

I dropped my hands to my sides and plastered a goofy grin on my face, "yea Eddie, you suck," I teased, "and not in a good way."

Eddie looked disappointed, "of course I'm bad at kissing. Of fucking course." he muttered.

He was an amazing kisser, I wished I could tell him that. Or maybe I was just head over heels for him and it didn't matter if he was good or not.

"Dude it's fine," I shrugged, "just go in softer and part your lips more," I advised like I knew what I was doing.

"Like this?" he had his lips pursed out like a duck. I remembered how close we were.

I laughed, "no no," I used my thumbs to push his lips back. He looked defeated.

"Like this Eds," I said and showed him.

"That doesn't make any sense though." he whined.

"Just try it."

"I don't know how."

"You're not even trying."

"Then show me."

"What?" What the fuck was that supposed to mean.

"Show me," Eddie repeated, "kiss me again."

"What?!" I screeched. I didn't think I could handle another kiss from him.

"Pleaseeee," he whined.

I shook my head firmly.

"Richieeee," he pleaded, "please, I don't wanna be bad at kissing forever and you are like super heckin good so-"

I cut him off with my lips.

My heart was beating way too fast, I felt like I was going to pass out.

But I was going to shut Eddie up and show him how to really kiss even though I was probably worse than him. All that mattered was that I was actually kissing him again.

I moved my lips against his, guiding him. He copied me. My hands we on his waist and the back of his neck.

I pulled back for a second, "like..." I kissed him again quickly, "this..."

He was trying to lead now, to do what I had.

It was so fucking hot.

Then he pulled away, out of breath.

"Was that good?" he asked and stepped away from me.

I just nodded blankly.

"Y-yeah," I stuttered, "It was good."

Eddie breathed out a sigh of relief, "thank god!" he was smiling so wide, "thanks Rich."

I shrugged it off, "anything for you Eds."

"Don't call me that, you know I hate it," Eddie whined but he was still smiling.

"Whatever, so no to nicknames but yes to making out, got it."

Eddie turned red, "w-we didn't make out!" he stuttered nervously.

"You're right, just some passionate kissing, no tongue."

"I don't even know how to use tongue!" he exclaimed.

I grinned cheekily, "want me to show you that too?"

He paused and really thought about it, "Maybe..?"

Was he fucking joking? My heart could not take this.

"You're not sick are you?" Eddie interrupted my total freak out happening in my head.

I rolled my eyes, "of course not."

But maybe if he knew I was gay he would think I was diseased. Sick in the head. Disgusting.

"Good."

An awkward silence fell.

"I should probably uh...go home." Eddie said and turned to leave.

I just nodded.

I was so fucking screwed.

I needed to talk to Stan, pronto.

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yah yeet.

some innocent boys

just some boys being boys....

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