❝︎ 𝙈𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙 . ❞︎ ━︎━︎ 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

Ⅴ︎『︎𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚』︎Ⅴ︎

Ship; reddie

Smut

By reddieforlove on Ao3

Eddies has a problem. To fix it, he goes to extreme measures and calls a phone sex hotline. Little does he know that the person who he matches up with will change everything.
Part five

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Everything was different now. It had been a full two months to the day since Eddie first called the hotline. He was holding the phone to his ear and listening to it ring, waiting with a racing heart for Richie to answer. This time they weren't calling through the hotline. There would be no Tracy to connect them or money exchanged. This was new. It was intimate. Eddie felt giddy and terrified all at once because this was crossing a line into something he yet to experience. But it felt like a natural progression.

This was the night that he would finally ask Richie for more.

"Richie Tozier speaking, how may I help you?" his voice came over the line, sounding deceitfully professional.

"Nice try," Eddie said in a deadpan voice.

"My man has called me!" Richie gasped, using the southern belle accent yet again. "Oh my stars and garters! My family is saved! I gotta tell Papa! Oh Mama is gonna be so pleased! Do you think we can have a June wedding?"

"Fucking hell, Richie!" Eddie said, almost laughing too hard to talk. "Do you ever fucking stop?"

Richie laughed from the other end as well.

"You know I don't," he said. "It's why you love me."

Eddie hated that his heart fluttered and his face grew warm at his words. He waited for Richie to get in a few more laughs before sighing heavily, signalling that he was ready to move on with the conversation.

"To what do I owe this lovely phone date with the exquisite Edward Kaspbrak?" Richie said.

Eddie licked at his lips, shifting a little where he was lying back on his bed.

"I think I'm ready, Richie," he said, proud that his voice was just a little bit shaky.

A long stretch of silence from the other end was his own answer for a few moments.

"Fuck," Richie finally said, sounding both hesitant and excited. "I know you hate when I ask but I have to, Eds. You know I do."

"I'm sure," Eddie said before he could, laying a hand over his bare abdomen.

He really was.

"Where are you?" Richie asked, his voice lowering and sounding just a little more husky.

"Laying on my bed," Eddie said, already feeling a little shaky. "I'm just wearing boxers."

"And you probably look so good. I bet you're already flushing, huh?"

Eddie hummed in acknowledgement, running his fingers over his stomach lightly.