Reddie Oneshots

dom richie

lowkey toxic but ig thats just the dynamic in this fic

on ao3 by honeyvenom

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That summer had been one of the hottest Derry summers on record - the hottest, the old timers said, since the blistering heat of '67, when the banks of the river drew back and people's feet would bake red if they dared take their shoes off on the sidewalk. They called it The Devil's Summer, frightening their grandchildren with stories about Satan walking the streets of Derry at daybreak, cursing its inhabitants to another blindingly hot day. If you visited certain parts of town, you could even find his footprints there, the edges still fringed with burn marks.

Richie didn't know about any of that shit, but he did know the summer of '93 had been a scorcher. One he'd spent coated with sweat, peeling off his t-shirt at the quarry on the weekends, and loping around town with can of Doctor Pepper, feeling grumpy and lethargic. The stores even started closing during the peak of the heat, its owners sneaking off to snooze like cats in their back rooms and parlours. On some days Derry had felt like a ghost town. The one good thing had been seeing Eddie with as little clothing as possible. In his tiny shorts and tinier vests, stretching his buttery brown limbs out and saying, stop looking at me like that, Richie, as if he hadn't been trying to get Richie's attention the entire time.

On the hottest days they ditched the others - making excuses about summer jobs, getting home for dinner - and drove out to the lake a couple of towns over in Richie's truck. They spent the early evening swimming and fooling around, Eddie's cheeks ripening to a maddening cherry red as Richie flicked his tongue over his pink nipples, or sunk his fingers into Eddie's tight little body in the backseat.

Richie had spent that summer growing feral, both from desire and the heat.

Richie thinks it's fitting anyway, their record-breaking heatwave. Because it felt like the whole dripping, scorching summer had been building up to that moment in Eddie's bedroom. Pulling off his denim shorts, pushing inside him. The way Eddie had moaned, cried in his ear, bled. The heat, like cat's breath, had pressed up against them afterwards, as Eddie dozed, exhausted and fucked out. Richie had curled around his smaller body while he slept, whispering into his ear, love me love me love me. No wonder the heat had broken after that. The days cooler, less tumultuous.

But he was still relieved when Fall finally arrived, blanketing Derry in an autumnal chill. Seeing the leaves turn brown had soothed something in him, his sunburn fading, the t-shirts that had grown thin from sweat chucked out with the trash. Though the desire remained, as sharp and as hungry as ever. Licked its teeth whenever Eddie was around, when he gave him that little look, the sultry one that dared Richie to eat him up.

Though Fall meant one thing for the rest of Derry, and that was the annual carnival. Clowns, of course, had been ruined for the Losers, leading them all to sneer and spit whenever they saw one in town. But the carnival promised other delights, too: the first scorching bite of a caramel apple; passing around a carton of hot popcorn; queuing up for the Ferris wheel; spinning round in frantic circles in the House of Mirrors.

Richie thought it was all pretty lame, would have preferred to stay home and get high, carding his finger through Eddie's hair as he sat at his feet watching TV. Maybe mess around a little, see if Eddie would let Richie fuck him again. He'd been weirdly precious about it these last few weeks, keeping himself from Richie's embrace like a maiden from a storybook. Though no maiden would sound like Eddie Kaspbrak when he was getting fucked - that high, breathy wail he made when Richie pumped into him hard - or got that same floaty look when Richie came inside him.

No girl had even turned Richie's head like Eddie always had.

But no, Eddie had insisted on going to the fair. It'll be fun, Richie, he whined the day before, as Richie tried to push his hands under Eddie's t-shirt. Wouldn't you prefer to spend it here instead? Richie had asked, pressing Eddie's hand to his crotch, where he was getting hard just from being near him. But Eddie had pulled away, saying he wasn't in the mood, setting Richie's temper on edge for the rest of the day.