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“COME ON GUYS! THIS ISN’T FUNNY!” Eddie yelled in exasperation. He pounded on the closet door with his fists.
“What? Don’t appreciate my company, Eds?” Richie grinned leaning against the hung up coats. “And here I thought we were best friends.”
Eddie spoke through gritted teeth, “It’s your fault they threw us in here.” He pounded on the door some more. “Also, you know I hate it when you call me Eds!”
“My fault?” Richie said in mock surprise. “You were the one picking a fight. I am but a simple victim in all this.”
“You’re the victim?!” Eddie rounded on Richie. The glasses wearing, smirking asshole put his hands up in defense.
“I’m just saying Eddie, my boy, that you only have yourself to blame.” Richie ruffled Eddie’s thick hair annoyingly.
He shook off the gesture. “Richie, you were the one making fun of me for having never been kissed. How was I supposed to fucking respond?”
“Well, yelling ‘FUCK OFF RICHIE’ then tackling me was quite a surprise. Especially to Beverly who got knocked backward, slamming into Ben’s mom’s favorite vase. So well done Eddie Spaghetti.” He grinned broader. Which only made Eddie’s face heat up in rage.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen!” Eddie yelled making his voice crack. “I just hate that no girl has ever kissed me!!”
Richie put both hands up to cover his ears, “Fucking hell, ow. Small space, Eds. Your yelling is hurting my ears.”
“Ben’s mom is gonna fucking kill him,” Eddie said quieter.
Richie put on a fake old timey accent. “That musteth be whyeth the other 5 losers saw fit to throw us in this lowly closet. So we shan’t break anything more…eth.”
“Beep beep, Richie. And I guess we deserve it.” Eddie sighed defeatedly. “But I’m claustrophobic and left my inhaler out there.”
“I’ve got your spare if you need it.” Richie reached into his pocket to retrieve it.
Eddie parted his mouth in surprise. “Thanks, Richie. I’m ok right now.” It meant a lot that Richie always looked out for Eddie, even if he had a funny way of showing it. Eddie knew he did not need his inhaler but kept it around still out of habit. Richie met Eddie’s eyes then they traveled to Eddie’s lips, “What?” Eddie raised a hand to his mouth wiping with his palm. “Is there something on my face?”
Richie looked away a blush spreading lightly across his freckled cheeks, “I could show you.”
“Show me what?” Eddie stared up at the taller boy frowning.
“I…c-c-could show you…”
“Spit it out stuttering Bill.” Eddie said, using the nickname for their friend who actually has a stutter.
“Kissing. I could show you how to kiss.” Richie said breathlessly.
Eddie’s eyes widened. It never occurred to him to practice kissing. He thought it would just happen and instincts would take over. Then he realized Richie must be kidding. So he started laughing.
“Yeah, very funny Richie. As if I’d kiss your ugly mug.” Eddie kept laughing but when he looked at Richie, his expression was serious. “You are joking? Right?”
Richie shook his head slowly and took a step closer to Eddie. The shorter boy did not move, he just gazed in wonder. “I…I wouldn’t know what to do. How to even start…”
“That’s ok. I’ve only ever kissed your mom, so my talents are limited.”
“Shut up you fucking ass…” Eddie didn’t get a chance to finish his insult because Richie leaned his head down and kissed him. It was short and sweet. Richie’s cheeks tinted pink, and Eddie’s face became red as a tomato from the boldness. As Richie started to pull away embarrassed, Eddie put his hands on both sides of the boy’s face and brought their lips together forcefully.
Richie almost lost his balance from the force. His hands landed on the door effectively entrapping Eddie, even though it was Richie who felt trapped. Trapped in a good way as Eddie experimentally ran his tongue along the bottom of his lip. The taller boy opened his mouth with a sigh and they sloppily deepened the kiss. Richie could smell the lavender soap on Eddie’s soft skin. Richie’s head was spinning and he felt butterflies in his stomach.
Eddie’s hands played with the curls at the base of Richie’s neck. Then he ran his fingers through the boy’s hair, knocking off his glasses. Eddie broke the kiss to apologize, but Richie silenced him going back to where they were before. Lips numb and faces flushed, their legs knocked into each other as they tried to move their bodies closer. Eddie’s back flat up against the door.
“W-w-wait…” Eddie said breathily. He put one hand on Richie’s chest to steady himself.
“Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” Richie whispered.
“No, just wait.” Eddie bent his head back against the door to look at Richie’s brown eyes. “Are we doing this right?”
Richie let out a chuckle. “I mean, I pretty much think you’re the cutest person now, so we must be doing something right.”
“You always say I’m cute.” Eddie scoffed.
“Cause it’s true.” Their foreheads met and they just stayed like that, silent. Which was crazy because the two had never been quiet around each other ever.
Richie kissed Eddie’s forehead. Eddie clutched onto him tight, “What will our friends think, Richie?”
“Eh, who fucking cares.” He went to kiss Eddie’s lips again with tenderness. Then the door swung open and they both tumbled out of the closet.
Their teeth knocked into one another. Eddie landed on his back with Richie straddling him.
“You two were being suspiciously quiet,” Ben said in a small voice.
“I thought Eddie had finally killed you,” Beverly smirked.
Stanley had a hand over his mouth suppressing giggles, “Apparently we were missing out on all the fun.”
“We put you in there to punish you. Not for seven minutes in heaven!” Mike bent over laughing.
“Yea-h-h, this seems more like a p-p-party to me.” Bill reached out a hand to help Richie up. Richie then grabbed Eddie’s hands and hoisted him to his feet.
“Well, there’s your answer Eds.” Richie slung an arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “They don’t mind”.
“Eh, who fucking cares.” Eddie placed a kiss on Richie’s cheek.