Ship; reddie

Smut

By reddieforlove on Ao3

Eddies has a problem. To fix it, he goes to extreme measures and calls a phone sex hotline. Little does he know that the person who he matches up with will change everything.
Part five

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Everything was different now. It had been a full two months to the day since Eddie first called the hotline. He was holding the phone to his ear and listening to it ring, waiting with a racing heart for Richie to answer. This time they weren't calling through the hotline. There would be no Tracy to connect them or money exchanged. This was new. It was intimate. Eddie felt giddy and terrified all at once because this was crossing a line into something he yet to experience. But it felt like a natural progression.

This was the night that he would finally ask Richie for more.

"Richie Tozier speaking, how may I help you?" his voice came over the line, sounding deceitfully professional.

"Nice try," Eddie said in a deadpan voice.

"My man has called me!" Richie gasped, using the southern belle accent yet again. "Oh my stars and garters! My family is saved! I gotta tell Papa! Oh Mama is gonna be so pleased! Do you think we can have a June wedding?"

"Fucking hell, Richie!" Eddie said, almost laughing too hard to talk. "Do you ever fucking stop?"

Richie laughed from the other end as well.

"You know I don't," he said. "It's why you love me."

Eddie hated that his heart fluttered and his face grew warm at his words. He waited for Richie to get in a few more laughs before sighing heavily, signalling that he was ready to move on with the conversation.

"To what do I owe this lovely phone date with the exquisite Edward Kaspbrak?" Richie said.

Eddie licked at his lips, shifting a little where he was lying back on his bed.

"I think I'm ready, Richie," he said, proud that his voice was just a little bit shaky.

A long stretch of silence from the other end was his own answer for a few moments.

"Fuck," Richie finally said, sounding both hesitant and excited. "I know you hate when I ask but I have to, Eds. You know I do."

"I'm sure," Eddie said before he could, laying a hand over his bare abdomen.

He really was.

"Where are you?" Richie asked, his voice lowering and sounding just a little more husky.

"Laying on my bed," Eddie said, already feeling a little shaky. "I'm just wearing boxers."

"And you probably look so good. I bet you're already flushing, huh?"

Eddie hummed in acknowledgement, running his fingers over his stomach lightly.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Everything, baby. I want you to do everything," Richie told him, always so honest. "Let's start with your lips."

Eddie's hand lifted, his thumb brushing over his lips.

"I want you to kiss me," he said daringly.

"You know I do too. Love those pretty lips, Eds."

He traced his lips, closing his eyes and pretending that he could feel Richie kissing him.

"What next?" Eddie breathed out.

"Put the phone on speaker if you can," Richie said, his voice almost thrilling with desire. "You're gonna need two hands."

Eddie was never more grateful for Bill's new boyfriend than he was right now. He was out most of the time and, even though Eddie had never met Stan, he could have given the other man a hug for keeping his roommate busy so much. He pressed the speaker button and laid the phone on the bed beside him.

"It's on speaker," he said, waiting to hear what Richie would say.

"Good," he said approvingly. "I want you to touch your chest. Stroke your soft skin for me, Eddie. Love the way it feels."

Eddie did just that. Not only had he started to love the way his skin felt, he had started to go out of his way to make it even softer. There was a part of him that used to hate how it felt. It only affirmed what he thought of himself. He wasn't normal. It wasn't right for a man to be so soft. But this was just how he was and Eddie had slowly started to love it, taking care of his skin with lotion and moisturizing it on a nightly basis. It made him feel good. Richie told him that was the point. Eddie knew now that it was okay to do that kind of stuff, something he'd never be able to admit even just a few months ago.

"It feels so soft, Rich," Eddie said, feeling his skin under his touch.

"I want you to do something new. Think you can do that for me?"

"Mm-hm," Eddie said, feeling anticipation rise in his chest.

"Touch your nipples."

It caught him off guard and Eddie steeled himself, waiting for his stomach to churn or his skin to crawl. But all he felt was heat because he knew that Richie was imagining him doing this. He had long ago learned that this wasn't one-sided. Richie was just as affected as Eddie and, as he finally fessed up to a month ago, he'd actually gotten off to thoughts of touching. Somehow, that made it all feel more natural to Eddie, just like he wanted.

"I've never done that," Eddie said, hesitating.

"It'll feel good, baby. Imagine me doing it. Stroking and pinching and teasing your nipples. Maybe even using my lips and my tongue."

Eddie lifted his hand slowly, brushing his thumb over his nipple. The spark of pleasure there took him by surprise and he did it again, letting out a soft sigh.

"Feels nice," he said, doing the same to the other nipple. "I didn't know..."

"Shhh, just focus on how good it feels," Richie urged him.

Eddie did just that, closing his eyes as he stroked and pinched just like Richie told him to. Even the slight sting of pain there made heat pool in his lower belly as his cock started to grow hard. Eddie bit down on his lower lip, tossing his head back.

"I want more," he said, his voice almost unrecognizable to his ears.

"Yeah? You want me to touch you somewhere else? Tell me where," Richie said.

Eddie swallowed hard and rubbed his thighs together, feeling desperate for friction. It was new and scary and exciting all at once.

"I want your hand on my... my..." he tried to say it but he felt like it was too much right now.

"Your cock?" Richie said hoarsely.

Eddie's hips lifted off the bed just a little bit as heat coursed through him.

"Yeah," he said, nodding his head. "Please, I want it, Richie."

"Do it, Eds. Show me where you want my hands."

"My boxers," Eddie panted out.

"Take them off."

He didn't even think before doing it, pushing them down his hips and kicking them away as his erection sprung free. Eddie wasn't aware of anything else. The entire room could have collapsed around him and all that would have mattered was Richie. There was no voice in his head or feelings of guilt or shame. He just wanted more.

"Are you hard?" Richie asked.

"Yes," Eddie nodded, his entire body trembling at this point.

"Fuck, me too, baby. I'm so hard just thinking about you all naked and flushed and ready for me to touch your pretty cock."

Eddie whined low in his throat, fisting his hands in the covers beneath him as his hips thrust into the air.

"Tell me what to do, Richie, please," he begged.

"Touch yourself, Eddie. Wrap your hand around and stroke yourself slowly. Close your eyes and think of my hand there, my thumb teasing at your slit. My lips at your throat making all sorts of marks and pulling sounds from you that you didn't even think you were capable of making."

Eddie wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, stroking himself slowly. A groan slipped from his lips and he did it again, brushing his thumb over the tip like Richie said. It was so good. It felt right. The tight coil in his lower belly grew even hotter as he jacked himself off with Richie's voice in his ear telling him how good he was, how pretty, how amazing. Eddie wasn't going to last long but he didn't care. This was the first time he'd ever actually felt like this was right. Like his body and his desires weren't something to be ashamed of.

"Richie," he whimpered out.

"I'm right here, Eddie. I'm not going anywhere," Richie said soothingly and Eddie nodded, knowing that he meant it.

"Feels... feels good," he managed, moving his hand a little quicker. "So good. So right."

"I want you to do something else for me, baby boy. I want you to spread your legs nice and wide."

Eddie slowly let his thighs fall apart, feeling exposed yet perfectly comfortable as he spread his legs.

"You do it?" Richie asked.

"Yeah," he said breathlessly.

"Can you use your other hand? I want you to stroke your tight little hole for me."

Eddie's breath left his chest in a rush at the thought of it and the slightest tendril of panic wrapped around his heart.

"Richie, I... I don't..."

"Shhh, it's okay if you don't want to."

Eddie thought about it, knowing that Richie wouldn't make him do anything bad or wrong. He wanted to take care of Eddie. He had said that time and time again.

"I'll try," he finally decided.

"You're so good, baby," Richie praised. "So brave."

Eddie flushed even more at his words as he slowly snaked his hand down his abdomen, still stroking his cock as he moved past his balls and hesitantly pressed his forefinger to his hole. It felt strange, almost foreign. He wasn't sure what it was supposed to feel like.

"What do I do?" he asked, his voice a little strained.

"Fuck, Eds. You're doing so good for me. Just move your finger in little circles. You don't have to do anything else."

Eddie did just that, stroking around his hole as he stroked himself quickly.

"How does it feel?" Richie asked.

"Weird," Eddie admitted, adjusting his hips a little. "Not bad, just..."

"New," Richie supplied for him.

"Really new," Eddie agreed.

He could hear Richie's labored breathing and, with a gasp of pleasure at the heat that shot straight to his groan, he realized that Richie was probably stroking himself too.

"Move your hand faster, baby. Imagine it's me stroking your cock. Maybe even licking the tip with my tongue. Imagine me looking up at you."

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, seeing a pair of dark eyes staring up at him as a tongue ran over the tip of his cock. The moan he let out was loud and uninhibited.

"Yeah, that's it Eddie. You want me to make you come?"

"Yes," Eddie gasped, his hips thrusting up into his hands.

He didn't know when it started to feel good but the combined friction on his cock and the feeling of his finger circling his hole was making him feel closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm... I'm close," he breathed out.

"C'mon, baby boy. I know you can do it. Come for me. Let me hear you," Richie encouraged him.

The room felt ten degrees hotter than usual as Eddie breathed out Richie's name like a mantra, digging his heels into the mattress beneath him as he pumped his cock and pressed his finger right against his fluttering hole. Then he was coming with a shouted "fuck!" as come painted his belly. His orgasm was intense, rolling over him in heavy waves that left him shaking and sweaty on the mattress as he stroked himself through it. Then his hand dropped to the bed and Eddie's chest rose and fell quickly as he laid there with his eyes closed, basking in the aftermath of the best orgasm he'd ever had.

"Holy shit," Richie said from the other end of the phone.

Eddie smiled just a little.

"That was amazing," he managed to say.

"No fucking kidding," Richie said, sounding breathless himself. "Jesus, Eds. Those little noises you make... I don't think I've ever come that hard."

Eddie turned his head towards the phone, frowning a little.

"Really?" he said.

"Would I ever lie to you?" Richie replied.

He knew the answer.