Eddie, Baby
Reddie fluff written while obsessively listen to Eddie, Baby
“Ow... Eddie, that hurts, man!” Richie whined.
“It wouldn’t hurt as much if you would just be still!” Eddie groaned.
What were Derry’s resident gays doing? They... well Eddie was playing doctor. To the lovable idiot who had shown up at his window (since Richie knew that Eddie’s mom wouldn’t let him in looking like he did) covered in blood and bruises and dirt. Honestly, Eddie’s very own source of nightmare fuel.
But, despite being royally grossed out, Eddie had opened his window and pulled Richie inside.
“What did you even do to get this dirty?!” Eddie demanded as he wiped the dirt off of Richie’s face with a damp towel.
Looking down, there was dirt all over Richie’s shirt, arms, legs, feet, and hair. It was then that Eddie registered that Richie was barefoot. Like, honest-to-God barefoot.
“Why does that matter?” Richie huffed.
“Because that’s the natural thing to ask when your best friend shows up to your window covered in dirt and blood? And where are your shoes? Do you know how unsafe it is to go around barefoot? What if you stepped on glass or some flesh-eating amoeba that started to eat away at your foot skin, huh?” Eddie lectured.
“...theBowersGangroughedmeupandtookmyshoes...” Richie coughed.
“What?” Eddie asked, stopping his application of antiseptics to try to process what his boyfriend had said.
“...the... the, uh, Bowers Gang... they, uh, roughed me up a bit and... took my shoes... and my bike...” he sighed.
“For what reason?!”
“Dunno... they’re just assholes, I guess...” Richie shrugged.
Eddie sighed exasperatedly, returning to applying antiseptics to all of Richie’s cuts. Then, he went to his stash of band-AIDs that he kept in his room underneath his bed and took out enough to cover all of Richie’s cuts, gently applying them.
When he went to apply one to the bridge of Richie’s nose, he found himself getting lost in Richie’s eyes. They were so full of warmth and compassion, despite Richie’s often crude actions and words. They were beautiful.
Eddie shook his head, fighting back a blush.
“Something wrong, Edds?” Richie asked, tilting his head to the side curiously.
“N-no! Go... go wash your feet so I can make sure you didn’t cut yourself on glass...” he demanded, turning his face away to hide his massive blush.
Richie chuckled as if he knew something that Eddie himself didn’t know, but went to Eddie’s bathroom to wash his feet anyways. When he came back, Eddie’s blush had died down and he had gotten his first aid kit out.
“Ok. Sit on my bed so that I can get a better look at the bottoms of your feet,” Eddie instructed.
Richie did what he was told, sitting down on Eddie’s bed carefully.
Eddie picked up Richie’s feet one at a time, inspecting the bottoms thoroughly to make sure that there weren’t any cuts that needed taking care of. There weren’t, thankfully, and as soon as he put Richie’s feet down, he sanitized his hands three times.
“You’re lucky there weren’t any cuts, you know?” Eddie spoke up, breaking the silence that had fallen.
“Oh, is that so?” Richie hummed.
“Mhm,” Eddie responded, moving to sit on his bed alongside Richie.
They were facing each other, sitting cross-legged on the bedspread, so close their knees were touching.
Eddie caught Richie’s gaze again, unable to pull his eyes away from Richie’s. Subconsciously, the two moved closer and closer and closer, until their face were mere inches away.
“Can I...?” Richie asked.
Eddie got the gist of what he was trying to say, nodding slightly. Richie leaned in further, closing the gap and touching their lips together in a kiss. After Richie initiated it, Eddie grew bolder, starting to move his lips against Richie’s, falling into the rhythm of kissing easier than he thought he would. Richie’s lips tasted like the vanilla chapstick he used and the remnants of a Coca-Cola he’d had earlier when they were hanging out.
When they pulled away, their faces were both bright red and they were panting slightly.
“Does this... make us boyfriends?” Richie asked.
“Well, duh,” Eddie huffed.
Richie laughed, pulling Eddie down into another kiss.
They spent the rest of the time pressed up against each other, cuddling and rambling until the sun dipped behind the tree line.
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