HOW DO I TELL A BOY I WANT TO KISS HIM? | reddie

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When Eddie called the house it was five. Dinner was on the grill, Bill mike and Stan laying in his backyard, something he didn't have in San Francisco, laughing. Talking about trampolines, and who wanted one. Juliet was sitting in a tree reading a book, her short hair falling in her face until she impatiently ripped the green scrunchie off her wrist and pulling her front hair half up, the rest down. Maggie came out of the house and smiled at the four boys before sitting on the bench- park bench in his backyard don't ask-
"Eddie is on his way and I am meeting his mom so it's okay." Maggie called to the boys, the sound of eddies name made his ears perk and his stomach to flutter.
Bill smirked and elbowed his cousin. "Ooohh"
Mike snickered.
Richie sat up and looked at his nails. "Lover red ", he had painted his left hand the rich color. The red was subtle but caught your eye, like eddies freckles. The ones he wanted to count. Or his hazel eyes richie got lost in. He color was very eddie.
The other three seemed to be immersed in a conversation about a new video game. But richies head was spinning around the subject it seemed to be spinning around since he had stepped foot in the office.
Eddies hair, it looked neat and soft, he wanted to run his fingers through the fluffy neat mess.
His long thick eyelashes, that like a curtain hung on his eyelids, protecting the beautiful hazel drops of sunshine god had bestowed on the earth. The stars shining in his doe eyes, deep and mysterious. A mystery Richie wanted to dive into and drown in. Unlock every secret.
A small galaxy of freckles kissed the tan skin of his nose and cheek bones, dusting onto his eyelids sparsely.
His cheeks were soft, pink. Richie wants to hold his cheek, let his thumb run along and caress the soft skin. Wipe any tears that threaten to trail down them.
His lips, average size, his skin color mixed with a peach making up the shade. But after nipping at his lips in stress, or of habit. They turned red. Richie wanted to kiss it better when Eddie would bite too hard. Eddie would bite the right corner and look away from him.
His small, but not thin body, perfect amounts of baby fat filling out everything he needed filled. Stomach soft, a soft pouch of baby fat just under his belly button. Hips curved slightly femininely. Thighs matched, thick but still thin.
His ass was a perfect bubble, not comically big, but not flat. A small c-cup that flowed into long legs.
C-cup? Did Richie just assign eddies ass a cup size-?
"Earth to r-ruh-Richard " Bill had sat up and shoved richies shoulder.
"What did I miss?"
"While you were thinking about a certain shorty we were discussing best ass" mike responded stifling a laugh.
"Bev has best ass, Ben best tits, spagedward best thighs." Richie smiled leaning back on his hands, left hand adjusting his glasses.
"My name is eddie."
They all turned and were graced with the sight of Edward kaspbrak, in sweat pants and a sweater that was embroidered "NYU"
Richie smiled and Maggie came in after with a scared smile on her face. "He's free to stay the night. You boys have fun. Juliet lets go now " (nail salon)
Juliet carefully placed her book mark in her book, finishing her sentence and hopping down.
Richie pat the grass next to him and Eddie sat.
Richies dad made hot dogs and went inside to watch the game.
They all sat on his bench laughing and making jokes. Richie left the conversation to focus on not getting mustard all over his pants.
"Your nails." Eddie said looking up to him, they sat shoulder to shoulder with Richie on the end. Occasionally bumping elbows.
"Hm?" The tall responded quirking a brow to him, mouth full.
"I like them. " Eddie smile, bit his lip and turned away.
Richie smiled and looked at his food.
"It's spaghetti red-" he joked, earning a blow to the arm.
After the abuse, Richie went back to his food, milling to himself.

Sleeping arrangements were, Bill and Richie on the bed, Stan and Eddie on the blowup. But they all ended up falling asleep on richies bed half past one in the morning. And Richie slept the best he had in months. Just having people he loved with him.
Love?

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Sorry this is so short, I went to the gym with my mom.