learning // reddie

17: Fishnets (2)

IF YOU CAN SPOT THE REFERENCE IN THIS CHAPTER, I LOVE YOU

ALSO- a bit of "tomfoolery" in this chapter, if you know what I mean 😳✌️. If you're not into that, don't read, or skip that part!

  "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE making me do this," Eddie grumbled, the purr of Beverly's car engine underlying his words. Beverly was currently forcing Eddie over to Richie's house, the sheer black outfit from earlier still on his body. He could feel the black skirt hugging his thighs and felt more self-conscious than ever. Beverly smirked. "You know he's going to love it. Stop being so insecure! You look great," she insisted, and Eddie rolled his eyes but smiled a bit. "Okay, okay," Eddie mumbled, pulling the tank top down a bit. Beverly had taken the liberty of cropping it before they left, cutting at least three inches of the material off of the torso.
  "Stop pulling it down! I cropped it for a reason," Beverly sang in a sing-song voice, slapping Eddie's hand playfully. Eddie sighed, gazing upon the road, which was illuminated by Beverly's headlights. She pulled into Richie's driveway and Eddie's heart beat accelerated quickly, threatening to beat out of his chest. "I cannot do this!" Eddie hissed, looking at Beverly incredulously. She laughed, crossing her arms. "Yeah, right! You guys have literally made out before- I'm sure you can at least show him this outfit," she scoffed, and got out of the car. She made a round trip to Eddie's side and opened the door, forcibly pulling him out despite his protests. "Bevvy!" he spat out, but she dragged him to Richie's doorstep, where she pounded on the wood. "Rich! Open up!" Beverly shouted, and Eddie could hear Richie's footsteps thundering down the stairs- they reminded him of his thumping heart.
Richie opened the door wildly, eyes wide and frantic. "Is he-?" Richie asked, and his eyes boggled at Eddie's frame, velvety material shining in the moonlight. "Holy shit," he breathed, and Eddie cowered behind Bev, who pushed him back in front of her. "Have fun," Beverly sneered, leaving Eddie's side to get back into her car. Eddie stood in the doorway, cheeks flushing like a madman's. He peered up at Richie with embarrassed eyes, which twinkled. "Come in, come in," Richie offered, moving out of the doorway so Eddie could walk through. As Eddie moved his legs, he could feel the skirt riding up and he pulled it down, heart quickening again. "You, uhm- you look fantastic," Richie stammered, "lovely." Richie's words burnt holes in Eddie's self-control, the wall around it crumbling. "So you like it?" Eddie asked, feeling small. The raven-haired boy nodded eagerly, leaning forward absentmindedly towards Eddie. "If you want to.. Cover up, just ask for a blanket. I don't mind," Richie said sympathetically, not wanting his boyfriend to be uncomfortable. "Yes, please," Eddie agreed, voice cracking. He bustled into Richie's living room, where a blanket rested on the top of the couch. Eddie wrapped it around himself, but felt bad that Bev had promised this to Richie and Eddie was taking it away. So, he moved the blanket up further so it was revealing his thighs, and nothing more.
He rejoined Richie in the kitchen, where he saw Richie downing a cup of water thirstily. "Jesus, Rich. Are you dehydrated?" Eddie questioned concernedly, and Richie barked a nervous laugh. "Me? No.. Not dehydrated," Richie murmured, eyeing Eddie again. The asthmatic felt his lungs tighten and knew if he kept this up, he'd need his inhaler. So, he nodded slowly and sat down in the barstool, elbows propped against the granite counter. "You're sure?" he asked again, and Richie nodded, finishing the water off. "Alright.." Eddie trailed, fingers twiddling in his lap. "We should watch a movie," Richie suggested, and Eddie lifted his head. "Whatcha have in mind?" Eddie asked slyly, eyeing the VHS tapes stacked in the corner. Richie's eyes glinted mischievously, and he raced over to the decks. "Maybe The Breakfast Club?" Richie offered, and Eddie smiled knowingly. They had both seen this movie at least ten times, and each time they watched it together they'd never really watched it.
Eddie dashed to the leather couch eagerly, Richie close behind. He snatched the VHS off of the shelf and popped it in the player, cozying next to Eddie as he turned the television on with the remote. The two sat in silence, eyes glued to the screen while not really watching it. They stayed like that until a bit into the movie, where Richie began to dance his fingers along the outside of Eddie's thigh- a suggestive gesture. Eddie exhaled softly when Richie's fingers trailed further up, stopping just at the waistband of the skirt. "Rich," Eddie breathed out, and Richie pressed his lips to Eddie's lovingly, relishing in the taste of cherries and orange sherbet. The kiss wasn't filled with an urgent need, but it was slow and passionate. It still made Eddie's head fill with euphoria, though, and his eyes fluttered closed. "I love you," Richie mumbled against Eddie's lips, and the asthmatic smiled. "I love you, too," Eddie agreed, but stopped himself. "Actually, no, I don't," Eddie back-tracked, forcing Richie to pause slowly. "You.. Don't.. Love me?" Richie asked brokenly as he processed the words.
Eddie shook his head, his lips speaking fast. "I love you too much for words- too much that the word 'love' is not enough. I love you more than everything, so everything is the right word," Eddie corrected, "every kiss with you feels like the first one- magical and exciting. You don't even have to touch me for me to feel exhilarated and hopelessly in love with you." and Richie's eyes began to tear up. "Everything. And... Ditto," Richie giggled, and he wiped at his eyes, groaning. "I wanted to kiss you, not cry!" Richie exclaimed, and Eddie laughed. "Sorry, 'Chee," he said, smiling apologetically. Richie rolled his eyes playfully, leaning forward to feel the warmth of Eddie's lips once more. This time, Eddie tangled his fingers into Richie's sheeny curls, earning a small noise from the boy he was basically on top of. Richie's hands ventured further down Eddie's back and the doe-eyed boy couldn't care less what he was wearing now- thoughts of Richie and only Richie swam in his head.
He barely registered the fact that his lover's hands were grabbing his ass, only slouching to kiss at Richie's neck. The glasses- wearing boy tossed his spectacles onto the floor and grabbed at Eddie's chin, redirecting him to his lips. As Richie's tongue slid into Eddie's mouth gingerly, the pair were interrupted by Andrew, forgetting that they were even watching a movie. "You ask me one more question and I'm beating the shit out of you," the voice monotoned, and Eddie broke away from Richie's mouth, laughing. "That sounds just like Stan!" Eddie wheezed, covering his mouth with his palm and giggling into it. Richie chuckled, too, hugging the boy close to his chest.

Never change, Eds, Richie thought to himself, eyeing Eddie, who was giggling against his sweatshirt.