Not Sure If You're A Boy or A Girl~ Reddie

Reunion- In Two or More Definitions of The Word

The ceiling tiles became a lot more interesting for Eddie as Richie slumped beside him. He had previously been on top of him, moving in an uneven rhythm that came to a head in a minute or so. The warm white liquid that had spilled from him splattered across Eddie's stomach, slowly inching down to his belly button.
He took stock of the last few minutes. Realistically, he knew his first time would be awkward. That's what everyone had said since the dawn of time. Well, anyone who was honest anyway. And he understood it would be a little more awkward for him, given his plumbing.
Still, he couldn't help but feel sort of empty.
Like sex with Richie was supposed to fix it all. But it didn't. It just made the mess in his head messier.
"Sorry."
Richie spoke softly.
Eddie turned toward his boyfriend, eyebrows knit in fake concern. He knew exactly why Richie was sorry, but acknowledging it seemed wrong.
"For what?"
Richie's face was completely red. From embarrassment, fatigue or a mixture of both Eddie couldn't tell. He grabbed the nearest article of clothing and offered it to Eddie. The smaller boy took it, gratefully, wiping the fluid from his belly. He then scooted in closer to Richie, allowing his arms and legs to intertwine with the others.
"I love you, Rich."
Richie let out a breath that he didn't even know he'd been holding. He felt awful about the events of the last few minutes, knowing fully well that his partner hadn't gotten much out of it. He had no idea what he had been doing and decided when Eddie had gone to the bathroom to change that he would just act on instinct. His body would just lead him in the right direction. But apparently his instinct was to finish in half a minute leaving Eddie to try and dance circles around his fragile ego.
"You got nothing out of that, did you?"
Eddie's nose crinkled as he thought of a delicate way to approach the question.
"Well, I didn't uhm, finish. If that's what you mean."
"Finish? Did you even start?"
A dry chuckle escaped Richie's lips. Eddie stifled a laugh of his own. He placed his hand to Richie's cheek, thumb tracing the many freckles that lay on his skin.
"Let me try again," Richie whispered, lip finding its way between his teeth, "I wanna make it up to you. Can I try to just," he paused looking for the right words. He was so bad in thorny situations like these, "just get you off?"
Yeah, he was terrible.
Eddie's pink lips twisted, a smattering of crimson covering his features.
"How?"
"Well," Richie began as he propped his head up on his elbow. His other hand found its way to Eddie's stomach, "we can start with you telling me if you like something or not."
Richie's fingertips sent a blaze of fire up Eddie's abdomen and back down to the pit of his stomach. The touch was soft and left him wanting so much more. He swallowed thickly unable to do anything but nod.
"You like that?"
Another nod. The touch crept down below his waistline, scraping his hip bone.
"This?"
Richie was close now, eyes fixed on Eddie. His lips found their way to the crook of Eddie's neck. He started with a light kiss of the skin but upon hearing the whimper they left the other boy's lips he went deeper, sucking flesh.
"R-Rich?"
Richie hummed in acknowledgment, not ready to release.
"That's really, really good."
Eddie's hips were propelled forward, unsatisfied until his groin was grinding into Richie's knee. His hands grabbed bunches of thick black hair.
Hot wet kisses trailed down to just below Eddie's stomach as Richie pushed him back onto his back. His hands caressed the side's of Eddie's body. They were so curved and soft. So beautiful.
His eyes flicked up to his boyfriend, knowing he was venturing towards a sensitive area. He needed to handle this with care.
Eddie's head was tossed back, spine arched in what he could only assume was anticipation. But he had to be sure he was doing the right thing. He placed a few more kisses on warm skin, fingers venturing downward, before mustering the courage to ask.
"Is this ok, Eds?"
Eddie rolled his head to the side, eyes peering down at Richie lazily.
"Don't call me that, asshole," his lips twitched with the hint of a smile, hair falling into his honey eyes, "but yes. It's ok."
Eddie felt a release that had been growing in his body for the last few minutes. Waves of ecstasy crashed over his small frame. The only thing keeping him grounded were Richie's hands on his shaking sides. One last moan he wasn't aware he was holding in left his lips as he melted further into the mattress.
The room twirled around him, floral wallpaper dancing as his breath began to steady.
"My god, that was," he trailed off the words dissolving on his tongue.
He gazed downward, eyes met by the cheeky grin on his lovers face.
His hands, still trembling, grabbed Richie's sharp cheeks pulling him back so they were face to face. He placed a kiss on his lips, the warm buzzing in his bones beginning to fade.
He wanted to say something, probably to the effect of his gratitude but before he got the chance a small knock came from the other side of the door.
"Rich? Eddie?"
Beverly's voice rang out. There was something off about her tone. Richie must not of picked up on it as his shoulders remained loose. Still high on the pride that had enveloped his chest.
"Too loud for you, Bevvy? You're the one who insisted in hitching a ride on our love fest."
He called out as he stepped out of the bed. The floor was chilled on his bare feet as he lifted a pair of sweat pants around his waist. He grabbed his flannel, slinging it onto his arms and then digging around the breast pocket producing a lighter and cigarette. The pale blue smoke curled around the room as he forced it from his lungs.
"Can you guys come down here, decent. We have company."
Eddie felt his chest tighten at the words. He was quick to cover his body with a black fruit of the loom shirt and jeans. He looked to Richie whose mouth was now twisted in concern around his cigarette.
"We'll be right down." Eddie managed.

••••

Wentworth stood in the middle of the essentially bare foyer of his late wife's childhood summer home. The last time he'd been here was when Richard was just a child, no more than six. Maggie and he were still happy then. They'd spend their mornings in the breakfast nook, chatting over coffee. Doting on their boy as he demolished a huge plate of homemade blueberry waffles. Late nights filled with wine and laughter and slow dances accompanied by the old record player that now collected dust in the living room. Maggie had the most infectious laugh when she was young. It would fill any room she was in, making it a little brighter.
He pulled at his chin in attempt to halt the tears forming in his eyes. He couldn't let his son see him cry.
"Dad?"
Went turned around to see his son. Taller and older than he remembered. A fact that brought a deep shame to him. They lived in the same house but the young man in front of him felt like a stranger.
Behind him peered a smaller adolescent. It must've been the Kaspbrak girl, but this person looked more androgynous in their appearance with a petite frame, soft eyes, short hair and baggy attire.
"Richard." He spoke barely above a whisper.
Beverly was stuck in the corner of the room, unable to move. She watched the encounter before her understanding it wasn't really her place to witness, but she remained there. Her hand pressed to her lips, unsure.
Richie made his way down the steps, chest puffed ready for a fight.
"I'm not coming home." He spoke matter of factly.
Eddie followed, a few steps behind, hand glued to the taller boys.
"Richard, please. It's your Mother."
He registered the words as his foot hit the landing of the room feeling the icy prick of dread slowly creep into his skin.
Richie wasn't sure if it was the look in his Fathers eye or the feeling in the room. Maybe it was because it wasn't a far stretch to assume or because he suddenly developed a minor case of clairvoyance. Still he felt his knees begin to give, head spinning as he mouthed the same words that left Wentworth's lips.
"She's dead, son."