(LOTS OF KISSING! IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THAT, DON'T READ!)
IT HAD BEEN ABOUT a week after Stan's accident when the school district declared it was time to return. Richie spent the whole weekend grumbling about it, and still even now muttered curses under his breath as he dressed himself. As per usual, he spent the night in Eddie's bed, but it was different this time. They used their time to explore each other, kiss each boys' lips and enjoy themselves together as a couple, no boundaries.
"It won't be that bad, Rich. Maybe you'll be able to show me around, since I'm in most of your classes," Eddie encouraged, pulling a pink polo over himself. Richie sighed, running a hand through his messy curls. "I suppose so," he said, dramatically flopping onto Eddie's freshly-made bed. "Richie! I just made that!" Eddie complained, rushing to straighten the edges of the duvet blanket, only to have Richie grab the boy. "Ugh, let go!" Eddie squeaked, and Richie laughed, only annoying Eddie more. "What's the magic word?" Richie murmured into Eddie's ear, and the asthmatic scoffed. "Let me go, you dick!" Eddie pushed, struggling out of the boy's grip. Richie frowned, nudging his glasses up with his finger. "That wasn't very nice," Richie pouted, crossing his arms.
"Your mom wasn't very nice last night, either," Eddie retorted, and Richie's eyes widened. "Woo, Eds lets off a good one!" he whooped, clutching his chest. "Shh! My mom is sleeping!" Eddie hushed, grabbing backpack. Richie took this as an opportunity, and went after it. "Yep, she's exhausted from-" he began, and Eddie elbowed him in the side. "Stop it! My mother is a very delicate woman!" he insisted, pushing Richie out the door so they wouldn't miss the bus. The tall boy only giggled and stumbled to the yellow vehicle, purposely slow just to aggravate Eddie, the little firecracker. "Jesus Christ, Rich! You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Eddie said as they plopped into the leather seat, eyes narrowing. Richie shrugged playfully, earning a nudge from Eddie. "You little shithead!" Eddie whisper-yelled, not wanting the rest of the teenagers to eavesdrop.
Richie laughed loudly, earning a glare from the snobby girl next to them. This only made them laugh harder until the boy behind them flicked Richie irritably in the head. Eddie insisted that Richie let him throw a hand at the boy, but Richie resisted. "It's okay- that boy probably has crabs from Greta Keene. He's suffered enough," Richie teased, eyes squinting at the thought of Greta. Eddie pondered this, curious. "Who's Greta?" he asked softly, trying to imagine her. Richie groaned, rolling his eyes. "She's only the biggest bitch you'll ever meet. She bullies us, but Beverly in particular, only because she's jealous of how beautiful Bev is," he explained, eyes narrowing, as if this were a regular thing. "Beverly is really pretty," Eddie murmured, picturing the ginger in his head. Richie nodded, but kissed Eddie on the cheek secretively. "You're prettier, though," he whispered into the asthmatic's ear, and Eddie blushed. "What? It's true!" Richie insisted, snaking an arm around Eddie's waist, blocking his arm with Eddie's book bag. "Good lord, Rich. Always touching me," Eddie muttered, and Richie removed his arm slowly, now feeling a bit rejected. However, Eddie snatched the boy's arm back, wrapping it around his waist again. "I like it," he whispered, and Richie tried not to imagine his words in different context. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered, squeezing around the boy's hip tightly.
As the bus pulled in front of their school, Eddie climbed out eagerly. "Let's go! We have thirty three minutes until our first class!" Eddie said, eyes lit up childishly. Richie, however, had different ideas. "Okay... Follow me," he said slyly, guiding Eddie into the school and down the hallways. "Wow! This place is really small. I'd imagined it to be bigger since-" Eddie began to wonder, but Richie opened the door to the janitor's closet and yanked him in. "What the fuck, Rich?" Eddie squeaked, and Richie laughed. "We have other ways to spend those thirty minutes," Richie whispered, not wanting to alert the students just outside of the door. The asthmatic smiled as Richie leaned in, the kiss chaste and slow at first.
It deepened, though, when Eddie's hand curled into Richie's hair, a breathy sound emitting from the boy. Eddie wrapped both arms around Richie, allowing the latter to leave butterfly kisses down his neck and collarbone. "Rich..." Eddie trailed, and Richie lifted the boy up onto his lap, pinning him against the wall. There, Richie kissed Eddie fervently, as if this were the last time. His tongue slid on Eddie's bottom lip, and Eddie opened, granting permission. This was their first french, and Richie really didn't want to fuck it up.
So he just barely licked the walls and roof of Eddie's mouth, moving his focus back down to the smaller boy's jawline. However, Eddie located Richie's mouth and connected their lips again, and for a few moments Richie was surprised at how Eddie took initiative. Eddie then began to leave ghosting kisses down Richie's neck, jawline, cheekbone, you name it- covering each inch of skin on Richie's neck with kisses. Richie's eyes fluttered closed and for a second forgot that they were at school, as Eddie was such a distraction. "Rich, we should probably stop," Eddie panted, foreheads connected. Richie could feel the asthmatic's sweet breath blow on his face and agreed sadly. He'd miss this boy all day.
He brightened though when he remembered they had five out of seven classes together. "Ready for me to introduce you to actual hell?" Richie joked, and Eddie sighed.
"Ready as I'll ever be."
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Fanfiction𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: the first few chapters are kinda iffy. they get better, i promise!! Richard "Trashmouth" Tozier's life was going just grand; an abusive father, an alcoholic mother, and the Loser's Club often made appearances in his everyday a...
