Kisses | Reddie

fifty ☆ shotgun

by: MichaelMell_Heere

God, I missed writing :( but hey! We're at chapter 50! Thank you so much for all of you sticking around. Btw, I have another book that is a Reddie alternate universe, so check it out if you want :)

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Richie and Eddie sat on the roof of the Tozier household, a cigarette trapped between the curly-haired boys' fingers. He raised the cigarette to his slightly chapped lips, inhaling slightly, filling his lungs with smoke. "Hey, Eds?"

Eddie looked to his right, seeing Richie looking down at the yard below them. "Don't call me that, dickwad. And what? What's up?"

Richie turned his head to face Eddie, who was already facing him. "Have you smoked bef- actually! Don't answer that, of course you haven't."

Eddie scoffed. "Who says I haven't, asshole?! I'm no mama's boy!"

Richie raised a brow and burst out laughing. "Eddie, my love... you are the biggest mama's boy I have ever met. I've fucked your mom, and still you're a bigger mama's boy than I am!" He smirked, throwing a wink in Eddie's direction.

He groaned, glaring at Richie. "Fuck you, and don't call me your love. You don't love me."

"Oh, but Edwardo, you know that I love youuu." Richie leaned over and pressed a sloppy kiss to Eddie's caramel skin.

Eddie was glad that it was dark out, because his cheeks were now a rosy red. 'Yeah right, sure, you love me." He scoffed. God, Eddie wished with all of his heart that Richie loved him. He's spent 5 years being hopelessly in love with his best friend, and he was tired of being completely alone. I wanted Richie, and he ws going to get him tonight, no matter what.

"Spaghetti, come here. Lean in closer to me." Richie said, scooting closer to his friend.

Eddie raised a brow, letting a more prominent blush creep its way onto his caramel cheeks. "Why? Please tell me you aren't gonna blow fucking smoke into my face. You know I have asthma!"

Richie shook his head, raising his cigarette to his lips, inhaling to let the smoke fill his lungs once again. "No, I'm not that much of an asshole, Eds. But I want to do a shotgun with you." A smirk made its way onto his face. "It's fun, I promise."

"I don't trust you."

Richie raised his hand to his heart dramatically, chuckling. "You wound me, Eds."

"Don't fucking call me that!" Eddie scoffed. "I hate it when you call me that..."

Richie was still leaned in close to his face, only few centimetres away from the smaller boys' plump, pink lips. "You love it, don't deny it. If you hate it, why are you blushing?"

Eddie's heart stopped. 'Fuck, he caught me!' he thought, his eyes widening slightly. "I'm not fucking blushing... dickwad..."

He chuckled again, raising the cigarette to his lips again. "Open your mouth."

Eddie was completely and utterly confused, but having Richie this close to him was messing his mind. He parted his lips slightly, his heart pounding out of his chest.

Richie took an inhale from the cigarette, his eyes fluttering closed for a second before looking directly into Eddie's dark brown eyes. 'He's so fucking gorgeous...' he thought, leaning in so close that his lips were millimetres away from the smaller boys'. He blew the smoke into the small gap where Eddie's lips were parted, his gaze never leaving Eddie's eyes.

Eddie's face turned the deepest shade of red, butterflies swarming around in his stomach. As the smoke filled his mouth, his hands darted out, gripping Richie's shirt, pulling him so that their lips crashed together harshly. Richie's eyes widened as he dropped the cigarette onto the roof shingles, his whole body in complete disbelief; but that wasn't going to stop him now.
Richie raised his hand and cupped Eddie's cheek, his lips parting so his tongue could swipe across Eddie's bottom lip, making him whimper.

Eddie put his hands on Richie's shoulders, pulling himself onto his lap, his legs spreading so he could straddle his waist. Their lips slotted together, bodies pressed up against each other, desperate to feel each other complete.

"Fuck... baby," Richie sighed, running his hands up under Eddie's shirt, making the other boy whimper at his cold touch and the nickname. Eddie pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their lips. They both giggled, hearts still racing a million miles a second.

"So... obviously I really fucking like you," Eddie started, caressing Richie's freckled cheek, making him melt at his touch.
Richie smirked. "Well, I do say that I quite fond of you myself, Eddie Spaghetti!" he said in a very obnoxious accent.

Eddie smiled widely, pushing the annoying accent to the side. "So... are we boyfriends, orrr?"

He chuckled, pecking Eddie's lips. "We just had the best kiss I've ever had in my entire life! I fucking hope that we are boyfriends." He smiled, brushing a stray piece of hair away from Eddie's eyes.

"Okay! Well, then you're my boyfriend then!"

"Good!"

Eddie laughed. "You're so fucking weird."

Richie hugged him close, feeling Eddie's heart beating through his chest. "Yes, but now you have to put up with me, baby."

Eddie smiled fondly. "And I think I'm okay with that."