𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 : 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

you really feel that way ?

" i didn't mean it, really. i'm just so, so . . . angry. " he says, shoving his face in his hands.

eddie sits next to his friend quietly, taking in all of the emotions up on display.

" what he did to you, braxton, it just isn't right. it's a crime for god's sake ! " richie sniffles, a few stray tears making their way down his freckled face.

eddie takes his sweater paws and wipes them away.

" and, lately, i've just been feeling so . . . weird ? i'm having all of these odd, confusing emotions and i can't control them for some reason. i'm feeling these awkward and questionable things towards yo- " he pauses, a rush of pink making its way to his face.

" towards . . . me ? " he asks.

the two sit in silence for what feels like forever.

' he has feelings for me ? '

" richie . . . i've been having weird feelings too. "

they look at each other, bashful and all.

" richie, i– " before eddie can even begin his sentence, richie crashes his lips against his, the remaining tears left on his cheeks now placed on eddie's own. 

as most kisses do, they have now developed into a heated make out session.

teeth clash against each other, necks are bit and sucked on.

they have marked each other as their own.

richie pulls his shirt over his head, eddie following instantly in suit.

richie pushes eddie down onto his back, beginning to tug off his pants, only to stop midway.

he looks down at his best friend, locking eyes with the lust filled, doughy ones.

eddie nods and richie smiles, leaning down to leave a gentle kiss on his sweaty forehead.

once all clothes are removed, and kisses are trailed down to that sweet spot, richie aligns himself and pushes in.

eddie lets out a small grunt, but melts into the new feeling quickly.

their bodies rock back and forth, together in perfect sync.

' this feels amazing. ' eddie keeps thinking over and over again the faster and harder richie begins to go.

his moans fill the room and richie can't help but feel even more turned on and even more in love with the boy below him.

in love ?

no.

no, no.

not that.

richie roughly grabs onto his small friend's hips with one hand, and starts to stroke him with his other.

the sensation is overwhelming and wonderful in so many ways, and, once richie releases inside of him, eddie is pushed over the edge.

richie collapses on top of him and pants like a worn out dog.

" eddie . . . " he heaves out, completely knocked out of breath.

" yeah ? "

" i think i'm in love with my best friend. "

. . .

" i think i might be too. "

but he's not.