Reddie Oneshots

Richies Guitar Pt. 15

The alarm rattled tunelessly next to Richie's head. His eyes opened, vision blurry, head aching. He leaned to hit snooze, but as he did, he felt the dead weight wrapped around his waist to shift to grip him tighter.

'Morning,' Richie greeted, smiling to himself, and he heard Eddie groan behind him. 'I have to get up for work.'

'Right this second?' Eddie grumbled, dotting kisses up the slope of Richie's shoulder.

Richie sighed and wriggled out of Eddie's embrace, which made him whine sadly, but then he rolled over to face him.

'Stay with me,' Eddie requested, locking Richie's gaze.

Humming, Richie grazed his hand up Eddie's arm. 'I can be five minutes late,' he supposed, then kissed him.

'Whoa. Your breath,' Eddie sniggered.

'Yours too.'

Eddie kissed him through their mutual laughter. 'I like waking up with you.'

Richie hauled him closer, 'That's because you like me.'

'You're gonna say that a lot, aren't you?' Eddie rolled his eyes.

'Whenever I get the opportunity,' Richie affirmed.

Eddie smiled, 'I do like you.' Saying it made him shiver. He detracted from it by jesting, 'God knows why.'

'My roguish charm and good looks, obviously,' Richie snorted, his heart fluttering to hear Eddie admit it once more.

'No, don't think that's it,' Eddie denied.

Richie's jaw dropped. 'Oh, how you wound me.'

'That was too easy,' Eddie scoffed.

He cocked an eyebrow, 'Want me to make things harder for you?'

Eddie growled, 'Depends what you mean by that.'

Richie kissed him heatedly. Eddie's arms slid around his back, nails digging into the skin.

The alarm went off again and they both grunted with displeasure.

'I really should get up now,' Richie sighed.

'When do you get off?'

'Most nights and most mornings, if I'm honest,' Richie shrugged.

Eddie hit him, but he couldn't help a laugh, 'Off work, asshole.'

'Want to see me again so soon?' Richie dragged his nose against Eddie's, and pressed their lips together impatiently.

'That a problem?' Eddie's hands glided down Richie's front.

'No, sir,' Richie huffed, tingling. 'But I am working a double shift so I won't get out of there until midnight.'

'Oh,' he pouted.

'I have to work, darling, so I can buy you pretty things,' Richie said, in a mock plummy accent.

'Fuck off,' Eddie grimaced.

'If you insist.' He pried from Eddie's grasp and pulled himself to sit on the edge of the bed, stretching his arms out to the side until his back clicked.

Eddie watched him with shameless indulgence, the blades in his bare back and the tendons in his arms, the knots in his dark hair and the ragged edges of his nails.

'When am I next seeing you then?' Eddie asked, sitting up behind Richie and kissing the nape of his neck, wrapping his arms around his waist.

'I've missed you asking me that,' Richie gushed, craning around enough that Eddie could press his lips to the corner of Richie's mouth.