Reddie "in the rain" because of "love" pls 👀
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“I dare you… to kiss Richie!” Bill said with a broad smile, making the whole group jump in surprise. Eddie watched him shocked, holding his breath and not daring to turn to face the friend on his left.
He frowned at the look of defiance that Bill gave him, though, quickly losing his temper.
The smile on Bill’s face disappeared, the others still hadn’t said a word.
“It’s a dare, Eddie, you can’t refuse-”
“And yet I’m doing it, dares are not intangible, like, if you ask me to throw myself under a car I would, of course, refuse to do it, even if it’s a dare!” The boy continued, deliberately continuing to look at each person in the circle other than the friend involved.
Your only chance Eddie. You’re wasting it. Big idiot.
“It’s just a kiss, Eddie… we are friends, why are you-?” Beverly tried to ask, not interested in having a fight in the group for a stupid truth or dare game, but she was interrupted before finishing.
“No! Fuck you Bev, and fuck you, Bill. I’m not going to kiss Richie, okay?!” he snapped then, surprising all the present. He distinctly felt Richie moves slightly, but he didn’t dare look at him now, didn’t want to know the face he had assumed.
“Eddie!” Bev was bleached, unable to understand what had happened “What the fuck?”
“I’m going to the bathroom.” he said with a growl, standing up and turning away without another word. He didn’t even close the door, a moment later Bill was behind him. He shut it up.
“….What the a-actual fuck, Eddie?” He snapped, crossing his arms, the bearing of a dad in front of his bratty son. The thought made the flame of anger re-ignite in Eddie like a big fire.
He threw himself on him, pushing him hard enough to make him collide with his back against the door -hard enough to take off his expression of disappointed mother. Bill let a little moan escape from his lips that made the other proud for a very second.
“Eddie, what are you doing!?”
“I told you not to interfere, Bill! I told you I just needed to tell someone and you, instead of letting me go to my fucking speed, decided to ruin everything!” Eddie burst out, clenching his fists at his sides and almost trembling with anger and despair.
Bill seemed almost offended at his words, as if Eddie hadn’t expressly asked him not to do what he had just done: expose him in front of everyone, in front of Richie.
“I was he-he-helping you out!” Bill said, his ears slowly turning to the same color as his hair.
“Eddie are you ss-ssuh-serious?” Bill exploded, denying his head in disbelief. “I offered you an o-o-op-opportunity to kiss the guy you l-l-like and you do the fini- fin-, fuck, the little bitch and then attack me in the bathroom?”
“But I don’t want it to be like that!” Eddie snapped, stopping then, as he felt a sob forming in his throat; he lowered his head. Bill didn’t add anything, waiting.
“You made me feel like I needed to take advantage of this opportunity, like it’s unmissable, my… only chance to kiss him… but I don’t want our first kiss to be like this…it can’t be…”
It was embarrassing, so, so embarrassing, Eddie wanted to bury himself, to disappear from the face of the Earth, or at least from that bathroom, with Bill at his side and his friends - among with the person he was madly in love with- in the next room, where everyone surely thought he had become crazy.
“It wasn’t what… E-E-Eddie, that’s not what…” Bill murmured, taking a few steps to get close to his friend and put his hands on his shoulders to made him look at him. Eddie’s shoulders shook.
“I’m so-ss-sorry, it wasn’t the way I wuh-ww-wanted to make you feel, I just wanted to be a good…g-good friend, and help you.” Bill continued, biting his lip to stop himself from saying he wanted to be a good older brother… at least for someone. This would not have made Eddie happy either, he would have felt used.
“I really fucked up, didn’t I?” Eddie said murmured with a distressed smile, resting his head against his friend’s chest, apologetically. “I treated you badly… now all of them will hate me.”
Bill stroked his hair with a small smile “I’m ss-suh-re they’ll understand. …Richie tough…”
“What Richie?” Eddie asked worriedly, raising his face to his friend with a worried frown.
Bill looked at him in surprise “Didn’t you see the face he had? You must apologize to him, Eddie, I think you really did hurt him.”
Eddie’s eyes widened in horror “Fuck!”
When he came back into the living room, Bill behind him, four pairs of eyes looked at him as if he could burst from a moment to the other and blow them all up. The lack of the member of the group was obvious and pretty fucking heavy.
Bev answered, frowning, visibly ready to fight with Eddie seeing the furious glares she was throwing at him. “He got out to smoke, he didn’t want to be accompanied.”
“By no one.” Stan specified, watching the couple still standing with confusion mixed with bewilderment, as if trying to see what they had been talking about in the bathroom just from their faces.
Eddie headed for the door, making himself deaf to Bev yelling at him not to follow him and make it worse. He then took a deep breath.
Outside it was raining, not hard, more than anything it was drizzling. Eddie saw Richie’s car parked nearby, the owner sitting behind the wheel, window down, protected from the water by the roof. He was smoking his cigarette, just as he had said.
Eddie went to him, circling the car and trying to open the passenger door, but nothing, Richie had blocked it.
“Let me in, Rich, we need to talk…” he only said, but received no answer, the door remained locked.
“I’m getting wet from the rain, Trashmouth, you should get me in the car, I could get sick.” He tried again, but yet no answer, he sighed and retraced his steps. He lowered himself to Richie’s window, looking at his face.
“Hi…” He muttered, Richie was wet too, his hair still dripped water, the radio was on, but it was kept low, like when Richie needed company in addition to his thoughts. And at that moment they certainly weren’t the best for company.
“It’s cold out here, I don’t know how you’re doing it, I’m freezing my ass off.” He tried again, Richie at least turned to look at him, but still showed no sign of being willing to unlock that stupid door.
“Go back inside then.” he only said.
He had a hoarse voice, Eddie wondered if he had been crying, his voice made it sound like it could be, but from his face it was never clear: Richie had always been good at hiding tears.
But, like, a person doesn’t cry if your bro doesn’t want to kiss you, even if he says it rudely, like he did.
“I didn’t want to pull you in the middle, I was angry with Bill.” He decided then to explain himself, pretending not to feel the frozen drops making their way down his back. Internally he wondered if this would have caused him a fever the next day, and he felt sorry for himself. Not for a moment, though, he thought it wasn’t totally worth it.
“I told him a secret and when he asked me to kiss you, I-”
“Didn’t want me to get in the way?” Richie tried, sighing and turning off the cigarette knowing that his friend wouldn’t leave very quickly: Eddie didn’t like the smell of nicotine.
“I didn’t want him to get in the way.” Eddie corrected him with the surprise of both, he didn’t really know where he got so much courage.
Richie looked at him lost, not understanding if he was joking or not, if he had understood correctly. “What?”
And for the second time, Eddie, probably driven by the iron tremors that had made him braver, asked for something right.
“You wouldn’t have reacted this way if you were just a friend, right? If… if Bev had refused to kiss you… you wouldn’t have holed up in the car, would you? ”
The door was unlocked, after a moment of fear, Eddie went around the car again, sitting in the passenger seat. Richie pulled up the windows, raising the heater.
“With Bev you would have joked about it, wouldn’t you?” He asked again, after about a minute of silence, a minute that Eddie had allowed himself to let his numb muscles warm up.
“Please, answer me, I’m literally panicking here.” he added, with a slight smile of tension.
Richie didn’t look at his face, he just nodded with his head, as if expecting to be punished.
In reality he waited with pain that Eddie realized what this meant and left, probably forever. What else should you do when a friend is going after you like a maniac for the past 4 years?
“Last week I told Bill I’m in love with you.” Eddie said then.
They were both looking at each other now, at the distance the two seats allowed them. Eddie stood motionless, trying to keep a neutral face, when inside it was about to explode with anxiety.
Richie’s eyes were wide, he looked at his face as if he had just said the biggest bullshit in the universe.
“But… when he told you to kiss me, you…” he murmured in confusion, not allowing himself to believe what his ears had 300% heard.
“I didn’t want to, I mean…” Eddie tried to explain, turning his face red and glancing down. The wave of courage eroded.
“… Our first kiss to be in front of everyone, and for a stupid middle school game…”
Eddie didn’t have the heart to look in front of him until he heard Richie move by his side. He found it a few inches from his face, red on the cheeks too.
He was no longer looking him in the eyes.
Suddenly Eddie felt Richie’s cold hands cupping his face.
“So…” Richie said in a faint voice, licking his lips in tension and letting out new bursts of chills along the back of the other. “So now would be a nice time, right?”
Eddie had no way to answer. But he genuinely couldn’t care less, as he masterfully managed to forget that Richie still smelled of cigarettes, that he was cold because of the rain and that they were both still wet.
Richie had finally placed his lips against his’ and it was perfect.
He finally let himself go, stepping over the golfer between the seats that was preventing him from touching him for real and almost falling over him, being gladly welcomed by the other, who momentarily abandoned his lips to leave a few quick kisses on the temple, on the neck and then underneath an ear, a place that made Eddie grumble involuntarily, surprising both of them. Eddie felt the other’s grip tighten on his hips and almost let another one of those sound slip away, so he decided to silence himself long enough not to look embarrassing by taking back Richie’s lips, pushing his way and deepening the kiss. He settled himself better on the other’s knees, trying to be comfortable without hurting Richie, who in the meantime had raised his arms to the middle of his back, wrapping it and bringing their chests to touch.
Eddie finally took courage and slipped a hand under the other’s sweatshirt, feeling his warm belly contract slightly against the touch: probably his hands were cold too.
And yet there was something strange, beautiful, about passing his hand on Richie’s back and on his side, to feel him move away and immediately return back so as not to lose that skin-to-skin contact. Especially when in the meantime they were also busy making out. All that was…it was…
Suddenly Richie moaned, for real, not the small, awkward squeaks that Eddie had done before, something that weighed heavily on his stomach and that sounded fucking pretty.
And although neither of them was visibly willing to stop, Richie moved away slightly to talk, leaving a series of short and sweet kisses on the lips of the other boy.
“Eds, as much as I would give anything to stay here and kiss you forever, we have to stop right away if you don’t want our first time to happen in a car not far from the rest of the Losers.”
He was red in the face, but he had a broad smile that was impossible for Eddie not to emulate. “I think it’s a good idea…” he said, he felt out of breath.
He laid his head in the hollow of Richie’s neck with a long sigh, sniffing slowly the scent that, although almost completely gone, was still perceptible.
“What are you, a dog?” The other chuckled, wrapping his arms on his waist, gently stroking his hips. Touching them for the sake of it, without ulterior motives.
“I’m just happy.” Eddie grinned sweetly, moving away from his neck and smiling at his face. Richie couldn’t believe his eyes to see how beautiful he looked at that moment.
“I think I never felt so happy in my life, actually.” he continued, chaining his eyes with Richie’s, receiving an even bigger smile in return.
“You certainly know how to silence the Trashmouth, Eds, it has always been one thing of yours.” He murmured, before leaving another kiss on his smiling lips, Eddie brought his hands to stroke his hair and the base of his neck.
“Maybe it’s also part of the reason I’m in love with you.”
Eddie still cheered with joy, lingering on the other’s lips before starting a new kissing session himself, slower, quietly, sweetly. Just because they can now.
At one point, though, Richie burst out laughing out of nowhere, almost frightening the other, who looked at him in confusion.
“I just realized that now I can sing you Eddie my love without pretending I’m not serious!”
Eddie wrinkled his nose and denied rigorously. “Not that song again, you always pinch my cheeks when you start singing it. ”
“You adore it.” Richie rested his forehead against his, Eddie lowered his look, hiding his red cheeks “No, that’s not true.”
“It is.'' he murmured again, moving away slightly before taking a hand from Eddie and pretending to be dancing a kind of waltz.
“Eddie, my love, I love you so!” He intoned, Eddie had to restrain himself from giggling. “Richie please don’t do this to me.”
“How I wanted for you, you’ll never know!” “Can we start kissing again, please!”
Richie giggled, bringing Eddie’s hand to his lips and lightly kissing his knuckles. “I will make you regret having said these words, Eds, they will follow you to the grave!”
“Shut up and fucking kiss me, turd! And don’t call me that!”
“Please, Eddie, don’t make me wait too looong!”
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