Reddie For You [On Hiatus]

| Chapter 11 |

Both men were jolted from sleep by a hard knock on the hotel door. Eddie frantically ripped the sheets off of him, diving into the other bed and hiding underneath the sheets. He motioned for Richie to answer the door, which he did only after he feverishly threw on a shirt.

"Benny boy!" Richie tipped his invisible hat with a little bow. "For what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Isn't it too early for you to start with the accents? I'm surprised Eddie can handle you being so loud." Ben shook his head, leaning against the side of the doorway. "Good morning Eddie." He smiled past Richie. Ben was already dressed in what looked like swim trunks, a dark blue that matched well with his grey tank top. He even had a pair of sunglasses hanging from the neck of the shirt, expensive aviators. "We are going to head out to the boardwalk soon. Bev wants to do a little exploring and visit some of the shops. You guys in?"

"We're in." Eddie yawned, stepping behind Richie. "Can we get a few minutes to get ready?"

"Sure man, I think we'll head out in half an hour if that's okay?"

"Coolio dude. Totally rad!" Richie held out his fist with only his thumb and pinkie jutting out, shaking it side to side. "Get it? Cause you look like a surfer right now-"

"We'll see you soon Ben." Eddie shoved him out of the way to close the door. "He's right Rich, you're way too loud in the morning. Use your goddamn inside voice."

"Good morning to you too." Richie tugged him closer by his shirt, wondering when he found time to put one on. "That was a close one, good thing you're a fast little guy."

"I'll murder you." Eddie huffed, still encircling his arms around Richie's neck. "I could throw you into the ocean and statistically it would be nearly impossible to find your body."

"Mm. You'd feed me to the sharks, huh babe?" He chuckled, dipping his head to catch Eddie's lips in a quick peck. "Even after all of the love I give you?"

"You clearly don't love me enough to brush your gross teeth before you kiss me." Eddie sneered, but he was betrayed by the smile forming on his face. "It's like you don't even know me. So yeah, your ass is going to the sharks." He patted him on the chest before pulling away, moving to his suitcase to pull out a pair of shorts and a tank top like Ben. "Richie..." He said in a warning tone, watching him pull his clothes out of his bag.

He placed them onto the bed, laying out the black short sleeve and obnoxious yellow swim trunks with sharks wearing hats printed on them. "What?" He shrugged innocently. "C'mon let me where my swim trunks, they're funny-"

"Not the swim trunks you dick, the shirt!"

Richie felt confused, picking up the ordinary shirt. "It's just a black shirt Eds?"

"No shit." Eddie took it from him, holding it out in between them. He toyed with the fabric, pulling at it and waving it in front of him. "First of all, black?? You are going to roast in black, it absorbs the heat. Secondly, it's super tight. You're going to suffocate in this."

"Well your pants are dark blue." Richie pointed to his solid bottoms, not too tight that they strained his things, but baggy enough that he could move comfortably. "I don't get it, it's just a shirt." He took it from him, waving it back in his face. "See? Nothing special."

Eddie huffed, swatting it away. "I can see it, asshole. Black and dark blue are two different things. Why can't you just wear some of your stupid, tacky shirts?"

"I'm not going tacky on tacky Eds, I'm not a monster!" Richie laughed, gesturing to his shark swim trunks. "I need something plain to go with these bad boys! I thought you would like it, you told me to wear the black v-neck more, this is the same thing. I thought it turned you on?.." His words trailed off, the gears in his head starting to turn. Eddie's face started to heat up, his sharp jaw flushing a raw pink color.