Reddie Oneshots

Stuid Deep Pt. 4

Eddie refuses to pick Richie up from the airport for the sheer drama of it, and both of them know it. It would be easier and cheaper for him to just be waiting outside in the car when Richie landed, and they'd get home close to the same time, and they'd get to see each other sooner, but he doesn't want to. It's not cinematic. And Eddie doesn't want to get arrested for public indecency.

So he stays home, and lets Richie get an Uber, and gets everything ready for his arrival.

Richie texts him when he touches down, and when he begins the trip home. They're just short, perfunctory texts. Nothing special. They make Eddie's heart race all the same.

When he hears the jangle of keys outside the front door, he stands up. He moves to lean against the kitchen doorway. He crosses his arms over his chest.

The door opens. Richie steps inside and drags his suitcase in behind him.

He catches sight of Eddie, and his mouth pulls into a grin, eyes flashing. "Oh, Eds, you little bastard."

Eddie laughs. "What?" he says innocently, picking at the waistband of his track shorts.

"Don't what me. I've missed those shorts almost as much as I've missed your cute fucking face." Richie toes out of his shoes, drops his suitcase, and slams the door behind him.

Eddie grins, tugging down the ludicrously high hem of the shorts. They hide absolutely nothing. "C'mere," he says. "How gross are you?"

"I brushed my teeth at the airport," he says. "Can't do much about airplane sweat though."

"I'll live," Eddie says, pushing off of the doorway. "Washed your hands though?"

"Obviously I washed my hands, Eds," Richie laughs, walking closer slowly, achingly slowly.

"I wouldn't put it past you," Eddie says, and then steps right into his waiting arms and kisses him.

It's a good kiss, all things said. Eddie missed sex, but he missed everything else, too. The simple pleasures. Kissing and holding hands and cuddling in front of the TV and before falling asleep. He likes kissing Richie, likes the way Richie gasps and hums into it, and the familiar taste of his mouth, the soft sucking warmth of it. It makes his chest feel full and his body lax.

They kiss for a long time, before they do anything else. Just holding onto each other as Eddie slots their mouths together, licks and bites and sucks to his heart's content, clinging. Richie's breaths are warm and minty against his face, and Eddie revels in it, revels in the intimacy of it, the affection of it. It's nothing incredibly erotic. It just feels good.

"Good flight?" Eddie murmurs, scraping his bottom teeth over Richie's lip.

Richie hums. "Fine. Was thinking about you."

"Hope there were no children seated near you." Eddie sighs as warm hands smooth down his back, over his shirt. Another of Richie's tacky-ass tees. "Did you bring me anything?"

"Yeah, it's right here in my pants," Richie says, canting his hips forwards for a moment.

Eddie snorts, but presses into the brief contact. "Anything else?"

Richie kisses him again, long and slow, and then says, "I brought us a bottle of whiskey to share. But not for tonight."

Eddie hums. "Not for tonight," he agrees. "I want to be...wide awake."

Richie's tongue licks at his lip. "God, I really missed your voice," he sighs.

"You heard it every day," Eddie teases, hands on Richie's broad shoulders, rubbing down his arms.