Reddie Oneshots

Stupid Deep Pt.2

Eddie's favourite place to be in the morning—or any time of day, really—is on top of Richie, between his legs.

Not even in a sexy way or anything. Not that he would object. It's just. Really comfortably to lie on top of Richie, stomach-to-stomach, cradled between his thighs. There's something about the full-body contact that's satisfying and comforting, and the way Eddie fits against him. And it's warm, and soft, and Richie can play with his hair, and Eddie can tuck his arms around Richie and rest his head on his very nice chest. And everything smells like him and honestly it's just ideal. Eddie would stay here forever if he could.

Richie, unfortunately, does not agree.

"Eds, get off me," he says, his voice thick and hoarse in the morning.

"No," Eddie says, pushing his face into the dip between his pecs. It's heavenly. Eddie wishes he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"I need to piss."

"Deal with it," Eddie says, rubbing his face against his shirt. It's not the same one he wore while they had sex yesterday, but it's almost the same colour. Eddie kind of wants to put his mouth on it. Which is weird, but it's early, and he's sleepy, so he rolls with it. "You're comfy."

"Wow, thanks babe, that's what every guy wants to hear," Richie says, stroking through his hair, tugging on it gently.

"Mmmm." Eddie doesn't have a hair-pulling kink, but he could probably develop one. "You're soft."

Richie is quiet for a second, and then shifts under him. "Yeah, I mean, I can't deny that."

"Big...soft...pillow man," Eddie says on a yawn. He buries his face back into the center of his chest. "Suffocate me."

"That would be very easy," Richie says. "Come on, Eds, I really gotta piss."

"Two more minutes," Eddie says, hand snaking up Richie's side, and then trailing back down, over the soft rise of his love handles, to try to sneak up under his shirt.

Richie catches his hand quickly. "No more minutes. I will piss in this bed."

"No you won't," Eddie says. "I would murder you." He tries to tug his hand free, but he just woke up five minutes ago, and he's not at his strongest. Richie's stronger than him anyway. Without even trying.

"It wouldn't be on purpose," Richie says, and then bodily rolls both of them over.

"Mmmm," Eddie says, grunting a little at the weight of him. "Crush me with your huge body."

"Again, Eds, I wouldn't have to try," Richie says, and then gets out of bed and disappears into the bathroom.

Eddie stays in bed, because it's Sunday and he's been practicing slothfulness. Also he's kind of hoping Richie will come back and fuck him yet.

He hears the shower start a minute later, which kind of makes him doubt that's going to happen. He considers getting up and joining Richie in there, but he's too sleepy, and not quite horny enough. So he dozes, and presses his face into Richie's pillow to smell him, and rolls over to grind his dick into the sheets, just a little. He's still optimistic.

But after a while, he heard the door to the bathroom open again, and Richie only returns to the bedroom to put on some clothes. Eddie sighs in disappointment, and gives up on his dream of morning sex. Maybe next time.

Eventually, he drags himself out of bed and into the bathroom, and then the kitchen. Richie is leaning against the counter next to the fridge, picking at an orange.

"Morning," Eddie says as he passes by to get a cereal bowl. He glances at Richie with a frown. "Why are you wearing a hoodie?"

"S'cold," Richie mutters, finally deeming an orange slice clear of any white bits and sticking it in his mouth.