Kisses | Reddie

fiftyseven ☆ spin

by: FennecFoundaPencil on ao3

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Parties weren't uncommon in Derry, surprisingly enough. In such a small town, kids didn't have a lot to do outside of getting high and pregnant as minors. Richie was no prude, and when his freshman year came around, he was quick to slip his way into the groups that would invite him to such things. He wasn't really their friend to be honest, but most kids at his school at least found him funny. He could also bring the Losers to these parties, which was fun. For the first time, he'd not only managed to drag the smallest, angriest member of their group to one. He'd managed to get the boy to sit down for spin the bottle, assuring him it was totally unlikely he'd actually be landed on.

While Eddie feared the germs that would come from a stranger, Richie did not. When it came to his turn to spin, he grinned, grabbing the bottle and looking around the circle, winking at a skinny blonde he knew from his geometry class. He didn't like her, no, but it made the other kids laugh. He craved positive reinforcement. With a quick flick of his wrist, Richie spun the bottle, siting back on his heels to watch it turn. There were other boys in the circle, which had him both nervous... and excited. This was the only time you could really "no homo" your way out of stuff. His eyes met Eddie's, who had his cheek squished in a braced hand. His eyes seemed more vibrant in the dimmed party lights, and Richie forgot to pay attention to the bottle. Slowly, it began to come to a stop, teens laughing and either pretending to swoon or gag as it passed them. Time seemed to stop as the bottle landed directly on Eddie. Mouth of the empty drink dead center  with the boy. Eddie looked down, then sat up straight, color taking over his face. Richie didn't know whether to try and play it off, say he couldn't kiss another dude to spare Eddie the experience, or just go for it. The teens around them began to cheer as Eddie stood up, girlish laughter bubbling up around him. It all sounded far away, Richie's attention directly on his best friend, who looked stuck between a rock and a hard place. Finally, Richie climbed to his feet as well.

"Closet! Closet! Closet!"

"You gotta stay in 7 minutes! That's the game!"

"No, no, make them kiss out here first so they don't pussy out."

"Gross! Oh my god!"

Closet, huh? How ironic. Richie raised an eyebrow at Eddie, pointing at the closet. Well, m'lady, after you," he purred in a thick British accent. Eddie rolled his eyes, walking towards the assigned closet. Richie felt his pulse race. Was Eddie going to kiss him? They had 7 whole minutes together, in a small space, just the two of them. He knew from casual affection, like hugs and hand holding, that Eddie's skin was soft. He wanted to kiss it, every inch he was allowed to. Then they could cuddle up together, Richie holding Eddie against his chest, on their sides in his bed-

"Rich? Are you fucking coming or what?"

Richie blinked, Eddie's voice piercing through his daydream.

"Yeah, of course, Eds," he called, jogging to catch up with him. A girl he didn't know followed them, holding up a phone with a timer as they stepped inside.

"Don't have too much fun," she teased. Naturally, anyone would find two boys being stuck together funny. They were both pushed into the closet, being given only a few feet of space to spend the next 7 minutes together.

"So, Trashmouth, what now?"

"What?" Richie asked, voice almost, almost cracking. "What do you mean, Eds?"

"Well, we're not going to-"

"Of course not! You know I save my naughty bits for your mother and your mother only," Richie replied quickly, cutting Eddie off.