Reddie Oneshots

Like Kisses on the Necks of Best Friends

owo very cute
on ao3 by piginawig

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"This is absolutely fucking ridiculous," Eddie stated, arms crossed. Richie was grinning widely at him from inside the car. "No. I'm not doing it."

"Eds, forty-five minutes in my lap is not going to kill you," Richie said, rolling his eyes.

"And if you don't get in the car in the next thirty seconds I'm driving away without you," Stan added from the driver's seat. Eddie glared at him, but took the threat seriously. He groaned loudly, making a dramatic show of just how upset he was, and folded himself into the car and plopped onto Richie's lap.

Immediately, Mike snickered. Eddie huffed.

"It's not that bad," Beverly said, from her own place on the other side of the backseat in Ben's lap. "The drive isn't that far."

"Easy for you to say!" Eddie responded shrilly. "Ben isn't..." He trailed off, unsure what words to use to describe Richie.

His best friend, sure. A total goof, a trashmouth, absolutely. Attractive, loud, hyper, loyal, funny, all true.

Also, the boy who kissed him two days ago and then pretended it didn't happen.

Eddie wasn't sure if he was furious, heartbroken, relieved, or a mixture of them all. He'd wanted to kiss Richie for ages, and suddenly, on their walk home from school Richie just fuckin'... plants one on him, blushes beet red, uses a Voice to say "Good on ya, mate," which didn't even make fucking sense, and then takes off running in the opposite direction. Eddie had stood there, gaping, until Richie was an entire block away.

He wasn't sure what he'd expected the next day at school, but it certainly wasn't to be greeted by Richie's Irish Cop with no mention of the day before.

So yeah, Richie was not number one on the list of people whose laps he wanted to sit in.

"I personally think it's an honor to be in the lap of The One, The Only, Richie Trashmouth Tozier," Richie said, pushing his glasses up his nose. Eddie turned to him without thinking, eyeroll already set in motion, but he realized quickly just how close that put their faces. He hadn't been that close to Richie's face since...

Well.

Eddie couldn't see much in the dark of the car. It was almost nine PM, and the Losers were headed to the next town over for a late-night movie. Eddie could barely make out the features of Mike's face next to him, and Ben and Bev looked more like shadows than people. But, even in the dark, he could see the pink of Richie's cheeks. He'd never show it, but Eddie knew this had to be just as uncomfortable for Richie as it was for him.

Not that it wasn't entirely Richie's fault.

But Eddie was nothing if not kind and forgiving, so he tried to settle himself and get more comfortable. He leaned back until the bony part of his ass slipped off Richie's leg and onto the miniscule amount of seat space that Richie wasn't taking up. His legs were still thrown over Richie's, and his back was pressed against the car door, but it was marginally better, and at least it was less likely to put Richie's legs to sleep.

"You comfy, Eds?" Richie asked, his voice quieter than before. "I can try to-"

"No, I'm fine," Eddie said, throwing his arm over Richie's shoulders. His body fell naturally into the compact little space he'd made for himself, and it was much better. However, it just had him even more pressed up against Richie. He supposed he could suffer for the cause.

Richie suddenly leaned in closer to Eddie's face; he could feel his unsteady breathing on his ear. His heart picked up speed as Richie began to whisper.