❝︎ 𝙈𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙 . ❞︎ ━︎━︎ 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

Ⅵ︎『︎𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚』︎Ⅵ︎

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 six

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"Bill, are you sure about this?"

Eddie wasn't ashamed to admit that he was dragging his feet. He hadn't even met the guy that Bill had spent the last several months flirting with, rather shamelessly if he was to be believed. To be fair, Eddie hadn't met his own crush but Bill barely knew anything about that so it really didn't matter right now.

"Stan invited me and t-t-told me to bring some friends," Bill said, leading them down the sidewalk towards the bar that was their destination. "He said that he's bringing friends too so it w-would be weird if I didn't."

Mike and Ben both shrugged when Eddie threw them a look.

"Makes sense," Ben said, supportive as always.

Eddie didn't say it aloud, but he really wasn't looking forward to spending a night with strangers. Especially when all he wanted to do was be at home on the phone with Richie. He didn't even know if Richie was available but he hadn't failed to answer a call from Eddie since they exchanged actual numbers and stopped communicating through the hotline. Even though he didn't want to be there, he sealed his mouth shut because he knew it was important to Bill. He seemed really serious about this Stan guy and if a night with friends could help make him happy, Eddie was willing to do it.

"You're buying me a drink," he grumbled, mostly teasing.

Bill slowed down a little and tossed an arm over Eddie's shoulders, giving him a sideways hug.

"I'll buy you two," he promised.

Eddie let a small smile tug at his lips.

"Deal," he said.

They reached the bar mere moments later and Bill's arm disappeared from Eddie's shoulders as he darted forward to open the door for them all. Eddie stepped inside and immediately felt accosted by loud music and even louder conversation.

"He said he'd m-meet me by the bar," Bill said.

"Lead the way," Mike said, nodding at him.

Bill's mood could only be described as giddy as he led them through the crowd of people trying to enjoy themselves on a Saturday night. Eddie couldn't quite help but scowl all around them, wondering why they all had to take up so much space. He was walking between Ben and Mike, knowing that they positioned themselves that way so he wouldn't get lost. As much as he hated to admit it, his height made it more likely than not. When they reached the bar, Bill guided them directly towards a tall man about their age with curly hair and a serious face. But his lips twitched into a smile as soon as he saw Bill and suddenly he looked warm, reaching out to take Bill's hand.

As he whispered something in the ear of Eddie's friend, Bill grinned and Stan smiled a little wider. That was enough for him. If Bill was happy, he was happy. Even in an overcrowded bar with the smell of stale beer and crushed peanuts in the air. Then a voice rose up from behind Stan and Eddie's heart stuttered in his chest for just a moment. It was impossible not to recognize the voice that he'd been hearing on a consistent basis over the past few months. The hint of huskiness. The near-constant undercurrent of amusement. The boisterous volume.