Window Boy || reddie

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Notes: picks up right where it left off :)

"Come here." Eddie said, and motioned for Richie to come closer. Richie did, standing in front of Eddie at the end of the dock, back facing the water, face a little flushed.

Eddie reached out and brushed Richie's hair out of his face. Richie's face flushed even more, turning a deep red color as he stared into Eddie's calm, brown eyes. All... that... beautiful... swirling... brown.

"I bet I look like a fool right now." Richie laughed quietly.

Eddie held both of Richie's hands in both of his own, bringing them up by his chest. Richie's breath hitched a little. He promptly left earth, left reality. Eddie could see by the light of the moon how entranced Richie was. He exhaled out of his nose a little at the sight. Richie was gone, absorbed in the feeling of Eddie so bare and close.

"You don't look like a fool." Eddie spoke softly, bringing his face up close by Richie's, standing on his tiptoes to do so. Richie exhaled. "But you kind of are one." Eddie finished in a whisper, almost seductive, definitely playful. Like there was a joke hiding behind it.

Richie laughed a little, bringing him about halfway back to reality. "Why?"

Eddie released Richie's hands, moving his own up onto Richie's shoulders, and Richie was gone again. Eddie grinned, raising his eyebrows. "You let your dick do the talking. Shouldn't have trusted me, Tozier."

"Wh-" Richie began- he was back on earth now, thanks to the jarring shock that hearing Eddie say the word "dick" was- and then Eddie shoved him off the dock, sending him falling back into the cold water with a small yell and pinwheeling arms.

Eddie laughed gleefully as Richie emerged from the black water, spluttering, a death-grip on his glasses. Richie swam to the dock, hand shooting out and grabbing Eddie's ankle, making the latter yelp.

"Richie, I'll fall!" Eddie gasped as Richie tugged on his ankle. He kicked the hand off. "I'll come in, I promise!" He giggled a little, then sat down at the end of the dock, preparing to lower himself into the lake.

But Richie had other plans. Eddie squeaked as Richie gripped Eddie's hips firmly with his cold, wet hands, lifting him up fully off of the dock for a second before plunging him into the water, releasing him once he was fully submerged. Eddie swam back up to the surface, gasping and pushing his hair back like Richie had. Richie laughed a little, and Eddie splashed him playfully.

"Look at your hair!" Eddie laughed. Richie's curly hair was messy, and a lot less curly than usual, weighted down by the water. Richie grinned.

"Says you." Richie gestured towards Eddie's slicked-back hair.

The water was shallow here, and Richie could stand comfortably on his tiptoes, allowing his arms to float freely beside him. Eddie wasn't as fortunate, having to constantly tread water.

"I'm too short." Eddie complained, a little out of breath, and Richie laughed lightly.

"I'll hold you." He said. Eddie nodded. He'd never turn down an offer like that.

Eddie swam over and slid his arms around Richie's shoulders, crossing his ankles behind Richie's back, knees at the latter's sides. Richie brought his hands down to support Eddie's weight- though he really didn't need to in the water- letting them settle just above Eddie's thighs.

They were close now, really close; Richie's torso was slotted right between Eddie's legs. It sent fire through both of them, despite the temperature of the water, but neither wanted to talk about it (especially not Eddie). It was just there. A low sort of burning. They couldn't trace exactly where it was coming from; maybe their stomachs, though, that seemed right. But it also came from their hearts, and their arms, and their faces, and more. The more they thought about it, the more they could feel it in every part of their body.