Reddie For You [On Hiatus]

| Chapter 7 |

Kissing Eddie was better than breathing.

It was so easy, and suddenly Richie couldn't find it in him to care about anything else, even if he was still caught in the deadlights. The way Eddie melted into him made him weak in the knees, making him pull away and lean himself against the wall for support. "Is this okay?" He asked breathlessly, still gently cupping Eddie's damn near perfect jawline.

"Yeah." He swallowed thickly under his gaze, those brown doe eyes peering back up, darker than usual. "It's okay Rich."

Richie wished that he didn't say that because it gave him the boost of confidence that he needed to go in for more. That happened Friday.

Now it was Sunday. After their whole ordeal, they parted ways for the night, leaving the rest of the weekend with awkward silences and hardly any exchanges.

Richie hated it.

He hated how weird they had been acting around each other for the past 46 hours, not that he was counting... but the most he and Eddie talked in that time was to decide what to order for dinner. The rest of the time was spent in their seperate rooms, Eddie filling out job applications and Richie working some more on his new material.

"Job hunting in LA sucks." It almost shocked Richie to hear words come out of Eddie's mouth, surprised that he was actually speaking to him.

"Oh- yeah I guess." He mumbled back, eyeing Eddie carefully as he sat next to him on the couch. He tried to control the heat spreading on his face as he felt intense eyes on him, and he tried his best to ignore it so he could continue typing.

"If I turn on the tv is it going to interrupt you?"

"Nope." Richie popped the p, shaking his head.

"Rich?"

Against his own will, Richie couldn't help but tear his gaze away from his laptop. Eddie sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, and he looked a bit flustered himself. "Can we talk?" He asked sheepishly.

"Sure." Richie sighed as he shut the laptop, placing it beside him gently so he could turn his upper half towards him. "Is everything okay?"

"With me or with us?"

Richie snorted, shrugging and leaning back further onto the couch. "Can you just say what you're going to say Eddie? I don't feel like playing games right now." He felt bad for the way it came out, but he was frustrated with the man in front of him. Not quite angry, since he felt just as awkward and nervous as he probably did.

Eddie's eyebrows lowered, and he shoved his tongue to the side of his cheek in a look of annoyance. "First of all, dick. You are the one who usually loves to play games. And second, I'm trying to say something. I've been trying to find the right words to say for the past two days."

"Then say them." Richie spit rather coldly, completely out of character. He immediately felt guilty when he saw Eddie's face fall a little, but he still kept serious eye contact. "What is it? Just rip the bandaid off please, for both of our sake." He said it with more confidence than he actually felt. The last thing he ever wanted to hear was that everything was a mistake and that it wasn't okay that he kissed Eddie.

"I'm just confused." He admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "I don't know what I want anymore-"

"So you thought avoiding me would help you figure it out?"

"Can you let me finish!" If there was one thing Eddie hated, it was being talked over. It was all his mother ever did, and Myra wasn't any different in that aspect either. "I'm new to all of this man! I've never even kissed a guy before you. I don't know a damn thing when it comes to being intimate with anyone let alone a guy. So yeah, I'm sorry if distancing myself hurt your feelings but I'm kind of a mess right now." He huffed, slowing down his words. "I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I thought you'd understand how that feels."