eddie and richie’s first kiss - 🍒💋
side note: this fanfic is set when they are teenagers (when they’re a little bit older than they are in chapter one). please leave requests for fanfics if you would like. thank you for reading!!
warnings: kissing (very soft and slow), i lowkey think that’s it..
that’s the amount of rings and time it takes for richie to pick up the phone.
eddies heart does a small backflip. then, his stomach starts to slightly hurt from him being nervous because of richie’s voice through the phone. why was he so nervous?
“hey rich. wanna hang out? my mom left the house for a few hours to pick up my new medication. thought it would be nice if i could come over for a few.” eddie suggests. richie smiles to himself because of eddies offer. it takes him a moment before speaking again.
“oh, hey ed’s! that’s sounds nice, dude. you should come over. you could stay for dinner as well—i don’t think my mom would mind.” eddie can tell richie is smiling because of how his voice sounds.
"cool..cool. i’ll be over in about 15.” eddie says, trying to sound as calm and nonchalant as he can—all while his slightly kicking his feet under the kitchen table he’s sitting at.
“okay. see you, ed’s.” richie says before the sound of him hanging up picks up.
27 long minutes go by before there is someone knocking on richie’s door.
he practically sprints to open the door before his mother could even get up to open it herself. he swings the door open.
“you finally are here. what took you so long, man? usually takes you like—what?—10 minutes to get here.” richie blabbers out as he steps aside to let eddie in.
“okay—shut up. i said i would be here in about 15 minutes. not that long, dude.” he says while already walking to richie’s room. he already knows his way around the tozier household—he’s been there sooo many times already. he was actually kind of late because he was trying to make sure he looked good..but that’s not the point.
“it’s been like 30 minutes—i don’t wanna hear it.” richie complains, slightly laughing as he follows eddie into his bedroom.
him and eddie spend the rest of the evening together while watching movies, playing some games, and talking. richie always enjoyed eddie coming over, even if they never did anything and just talked and laughed about dumb stuff. but today was different. of course, not in a bad way but..something was in the air. richie tried to brush it off—maybe it was just hot in his room. or maybe eddie was.
eddie felt differently too. he couldn’t quite tell what. his stomach hurt more to an usual when he was hanging out with richie today, his stomach always seemed to be filled with butterflies around him. maybe he laughed extra hard at something dumb richie said. at least, that’s what eddie tried to tell himself when he knows deep down that that’s not quite the case.
it’s now 20 minutes before eddie has to leave. he wants to leave early so his mom doesn’t get irritated at him. he and richie lay on the floor, facing up at the ceiling. the book they were trying to read together was forgotten and across the room by now. their laughter had subsided, and now is quiet. not uncomfortable quiet, but there was still tension between the two. eddie began to speak, like a knife cutting though the silence.
“we never talk about it.” he says.
richie turns his head over to him, “what? what don’t we talk about?”
eddies head also turns to him, locking eyes with him. they both feel their hearts flutter.
“the thing. from a few summers ago.” he says.
richie immediately knows what he’s talking about but still feels the need for clarification, “…IT? like—the fucking clown thing?”
eddie starts to get nervous under his gaze and looks away. not cause he didn’t want to! he could look at richie forever if he let him.
“yeah..it sounds insane when you say it out loud. it’s just—i never hear anyone talk about it. non of the losers at least. not even you. and you talk about everything.” eddie explains. richie slowly looks back up at the ceiling.
“i..guess you’re right, but who would really wanna talk about it—you know?” richie says.
“you held my hand.” eddie blurts out.
richie’s head snaps over back to eddie.
eddie looks back over at him too and cuts him off, “you held my hand afterwards…and during. even when that thing—puked—all over me.”
richie falls silent. “does he know? i mean—i didn’t think he would remember that—” he thinks.
“rich? you okay?” eddies voice interrupts his thoughts.
richie snaps out of it, "s-sorry—what did you say?”
“i asked why are you so nervous.”
“do you…do you like me too?”
silence fills the air aswell as tension. richie rubs his sweaty hands on his shirt and eddie bites the inside of his cheek nervously.
“oh god. what if i messed up? i definitely messed up. he doesn’t seem like he likes me. why isn’t he saying anything? i definit—” eddie thinks before he gets cut of by the best thing he thinks he’s ever heard.
“i do, eddie. ive liked you for so long. i just..never told you. i was afraid. afraid you wouldn’t like me back. and i still can’t tell if you do.” richie confessed.
“i know it’s ’wrong’ to like..a boy as a boy. but i can’t push down my feelings anymore. i had to convince myself i didn’t like you because i was afraid of losing you. to IT and as a friend. but maybe i wouldn’t mind losing our friendship if it means i can have you more than i already do.” years of swallowed down feelings comes out. things richie thought he’d never confess. things he needed to get off his chest. he didn’t know how eddie would react.
eddie? oh eddie. he was internationally panicking.
“what do i say? what do i do? do i hug him? is he pranking me? i—i don’t know what to say!!—”
a silence falls over them. filled with tension. eddie doesn’t know what to do. richie doesn’t know how eddie feels. and they’re both confused. eddie slowly sits up and looks down at richie.
“please say something. i don’t know how you feel—”
then…richie feels eddies lips on his.
richie has no clue what to do, he has no clue where to put his hands, and eddie thinks he fucked up. but richie finally kisses him back. it’s slow, and unrushed kiss. like they had all the time in the world, and to them—yeah, they did. richie’s hands finally move, and his hands tangle themselves in eddies hair. eddie slowly relaxes. his shoulders slightly droop in comfort and his hands go to rest against richie’s chest. they stay like that for a few moments. unrushed. just holding each other, without the losers. without IT. without anyone telling them it was wrong. it was just them.
both richie and eddie walk out of his room. slightly giggling and smiling happily.
“i wish you could stay longer.” richie says, standing by the front door but he doesn’t open it yet.
“yeah..i know. my mom doesn’t let me have sleepovers yet. i’ll come tomorrow though. you know i will.” eddie says back. he turns and looks at richie who’s smiling and slightly blushing. eddie smiles softly at him.
“okay…" he says, slightly disappointed that he has to wait for eddie to come back tomorrow.
“okay.” eddie says softly. richie opens the door for him and eddie steps outside into the summer air. he looks back at richie and smiles again.
“see you later, rich.” he says.
“mhm—see you.” richie says back with a slight wave.
eddie smiles again before turning away and walking down the steps. he’s walks back up to his bike, and begins to ride off. richie watches him go down his driveway before he steps back inside. his face is still red and his cheeks are still flushed. his lips are red and slightly swollen and there’s still butterflies in his stomach.
eddie though, his legs are slightly shaky when he rides his bike. his lips were also swollen but still smiling. his stomach hurt from being so nervous. he also had to get his inhaler out immediately after he realized richie went back into his house.
they’ve both never felt so happy, and themselves.
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