How would you describe a boy like Eddie Kaspbrak? Angry? Assertive? Hyper? Fast? How. Well in Richie's own words, he was "sweeter than sugar". For more than a couple reasons in the boys' head.- Actually, he had a list.
He's so kind, he can be kind of rude and definitely would slap me for saying this but he can be so sweet. Like, today! I accidentally got a paper cut, and he wrapped up my finger with a Band-Aid and he did this cute little snort thing and told me not to be a dumbass next time...but here's the kicker! He kissed it better. He placed his lips, on my finger.He has the softest skin, it's so nice to play with. Like, the other day he let me hold his hand, and he has the most adorable fingers. Like, they're kind of stubby but it's cute?His lips. They're so plump. Like they look like little balloons, soft, plump and delicious lips that are begging for contact, they taste like watermelon if I'm being honest and it makes sense because he does use this like lip balm stuff? Apparently, it's to make sure that his lips don't get chapped cause that leads to the risk of them cracking and stuff and "I don't want to get aids".Have I mentioned his hands? Yeah? I have...but the way they grasp and tug at my hair is just! Holy cow. He's so perfect.And other not so PG reasons...that I'd get yelled at if I ever said allowed but he's like. Perfect. The way his nose scrunches as he moans and a little crease appears at his eyebrows. He moans, perfectly.
But, we're not going to talk about that. At the moment.
The sun started to set as the losers decided to sit by the bay of the lake, they were doing a little camping trip just on the outskirts of town at a secret spot the group had found when they were sixteen.
Richie rested against the blanket they had laid down, it was old, fading and had a funny smell but it was still comfortable. "Who's trying to go skinny dipping with me? Eds, baby, you know you can't resist." He joked, winking at the boy sitting next to him.
Richie only got a view of the boys bareback, it was getting dark so there was a small yellow glow from the direction of the fire in front of them but he definitely heard the scoff.
"Dream on, ass." He hummed, shaking his head, the loose curls bouncing side to side as the droplets fell onto his shoulders.
Richie let out a low chuckle, turning his head to the girl across from him. "Bev?" He winked at the girl.
Beverly laughed, shaking her head quickly as the girl in her lap groaned. "Ew, stop trying to bang my girlfriend...god straight men are so gross."
Beverly hummed, rubbing her face along the girls' neck. "Babe, he's joking... I don't think he actually likes people."
Richie scoffed, leaning on his shoulders to sit up. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Beverly put her hands up quickly, rather defensively. "No offence! Alright? I just...you've never really dated anyone? No girlfriends or anything...have you even had your first kiss?"
Richie rolled his head back, humming. "For your information Molly Ringwald, yes. I have. I've had multiple kisses."
Mike perked up in his spot, scooting closer. "How? No offence trashmouth...but your charm is very...selective?" He shrugged, trying to not sound rude.
Richie gasped dramatically, raising his hand to his clothed chest. "Mikey! How could you! I've never been more offended! God...Miss K loves my charm!"
Eddie rolled his eyes, a very small smile creeping across his lips as he sighed. "Fuck off, my mum isn't into you."
"Ow, really? Gosh, all this heartbreak in one night." Richie teased, putting on a terrible southern accent. "Gosh, I thought she loved it when I fucked her last night." He tried his best to sound innocent but it was Richie, nothing was innocent with him.
