Reddie Oneshots

WOAH WOAH REALLY SMUTTY

owo dis was very scandalous but very cute (especially at the end)
on ao3 by wonerwheelzier

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It was bound to happen eventually.

Richie and Eddie were two months out of college and living together in a cramped apartment. It was a hot July Saturday, and neither man had anything to do. So Eddie was in the kitchen dancing to his "booty music" playlist, as Richie had fondly nicknamed it. He would've been dancing in the living room, but Richie was playing video games, and the kitchen was the only other room in their apartment with enough space to really dance in.

Well, actually, there was definitely enough space in his bedroom, and there wasn't really enough space in the kitchen. But Eddie knew Richie could see him from where he was sprawled across the couch, and dancing in the kitchen to get Richie's attention was a lot less obvious than standing between him and the TV.

There had been something building between them ever since they moved in together. Eddie figured it had started before that, but now that it was just the two of them living together it was more stifling than the heat. Still, neither of them really acknowledged it. Instead they danced around it, pretending the other didn't see the looks they gave each other, never mentioning the fact that they both started touching each other even more than they had before. Eddie made particular note of the fact that Richie had been slapping his ass a lot more than he ever had. So Eddie was doing what he could to get Richie to make the first move – which, currently, meant wearing white tube socks with red stripes and high waisted shorts while shaking his ass and swaying his hips in hopes that Richie would notice and come do something about it. Like maybe fuck Eddie on the kitchen counter. Something along those lines.

However, the playing field was, unfortunately for Eddie, pretty level, as Richie had spent the whole day in nothing more than his boxer briefs and a t-shirt. Both of which were black, Eddie's favorite color on Richie. Just the sight of Richie sprawled across the couch on his back had Eddie itching to climb on top of him and ride him into the next week. Richie even caught Eddie staring at him, but that was nothing new, so Eddie just waved at him, wigging his fingers and smiling sweetly. Richie smiled back and nodded in acknowledgement. He looked back to his video game then, but not before his eyes swept over Eddie's body as he swayed. Eddie counted that look as a victory.

Eddie was leaning on the counter and sticking his ass out, pretending to check his phone when Richie walked into the room. Richie had to turn sideways to get past him, his front brushing against Eddie's ass. For once Eddie was grateful that Richie's crotch was higher than his ass, because he knew he would be a whining mess in five seconds flat if he felt Richie's dick pressed against his ass. Eddie stood up as Richie reached into the cabinet for chips. His shirt rode up as his did so, exposing his happy trail. Eddie swallowed thickly. "How's the game going?" he asked, hopping up onto the counter and swinging his legs.

"It's going alright," he shrugged. Then, grinning, he said, "You look like you're having fun."

Eddie shrugged as well. "Just bored is all. I figure if I'm gonna be sweating anyway I might as well work for it." That made Richie stop for a moment, but he recovered quickly.

"Well, I'm enjoying the show," he winked. He ran his hand across Eddie's thigh as he walked back into the living room. Eddie thought Richie might finally be making a move, but then he waggled his goddamn eyebrows, which made Eddie sulk once he was out of sight.

He waited a few more minutes to make his way into the living room. When he did, he flopped dramatically onto the floor in front of the couch with a huff. God, he had to do everything around here. "Richie," he whined, taking a leap of faith and laying his head in Richie's lap, on his bare thighs as he continued, "I'm so bored. Please do something with me." Eddie's position on his knees seemed to get Richie's attention; he could barely even pretend to be interested in the game.