Reddie Oneshots

cockwarming (hotter than it sounds lol)

probably the hottest fic ive ever read🥵🥵🥵
on ao3 by bealrat

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They were five months into their new relationship when Richie's manager informed him that he could either get off his ass and show up at the three Reno gigs he'd rescheduled, or he could cancel them and pay for everyone's refunds themselves, because the venue was less than thrilled with him. Richie had money, but he didn't even want to know how much that would cost. And despite what the tabloids had been saying since he bombed his set (then proceeded to essentially disappear) when Mike called, Richie did care about his fans and his career. He knew he'd have to get back out there eventually, and five months was more time off than he probably needed, realistically.

The world was under the impression that he was taking a break to mourn his friend's death...which was true, technically. He'd be grieving for Stan until the day he died too. But he did have to admit that the majority of his time as of late had been spent fucking a certain mouthy little risk analyst on every surface of his apartment. Their apartment. So sue him if he didn't particularly want to leave that behind anytime soon.

Eddie wasn't looking forward to being away from Richie, either. He'd declined Richie's offers (pleas) to come along with him, instead insisting that he couldn't take off work for that long. Eddie had refused to take as much time off as Richie, starting back within a month of moving to town. And although he wouldn't actually take much of a long break himself, he liked that Richie had been around to help him get used to the new town, new home, new relationship, and everything else that suddenly seemed so new to him after years spent in some kind of unhappy fog.

So, it was Thursday afternoon and Richie was due in Reno by Friday morning. His plane was set to leave late that night, and although Eddie had quite literally gone 27 years without him, the thought of an empty home for nearly a week was making his insides twist unpleasantly. And he was finally starting to feel secure enough about his own desires and needs that he could admit that the thought of him being empty for nearly a week had him on edge, too.

His nerves had him acting uncharacteristically needy in a way that he'd normally never be caught dead doing. He had followed Richie around like a lost puppy as he flitted from room to room trying to remember everything he needed to pack. Eddie took over after thirty minutes, to no one's surprise. Because, honestly, what adult man whose job description includes frequent flying doesn't already know what to pack? Or have a list ready, at the very least. Also because he needed Richie's attention, like, yesterday.

Once he zipped up the duffel bag, Richie sighed in relief. He didn't bother to check it; he knew Eddie always thought of everything. "Thanks, Eds," he said, bending to peck Eddie's lips where he sat at the foot of their bed.

Eddie caught him before he could pull away, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Richie laughed against his mouth, but kissed back energetically. When he finally untangled himself, Eddie whined, frustrated. "Richie..."

Richie raised his eyebrows in question, but Eddie could see the smirk hiding beneath his innocent look. "Come back and kiss me some more before you have to leave?" Eddie asked, deciding not to care how it sounded.

Richie's expression softened into something incredibly fond. "Aw, Eddie baby. I thought you were aiming to get dicked down, but you want kisses. Eddie Kaspbrak asking me for my kisses." He looked up, presumably to God himself. "Can you believe?"

Eddie rolled his eyes, but was pleased to see Richie striding back towards the bed. "I can't believe you're so surprised," he said honestly. "You're gonna be gone for days, Rich. Of course I want to kiss you while I can. Although I never said I don't also want you to dick me down."