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.
FINALE

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Eddie had no idea what to expect. It had been Richie's idea to for them to go to his small studio apartment since he didn't share with anyone. Now that they were standing outside of the door, he felt jittery and anxious, yet somehow calm because this was Richie and he knew that he had nothing to worry about.

"You good?" Richie asked as he turned the key in the lock.

"Yeah," Eddie said, though he could hear how off his voice sounded.

Richie paused, turning to look at him.

"No lies," he said.

Eddie shook his head.

"I'm okay," he said, sounding a little more certain. "It's just... new."

That was enough for Richie, who nodded once.

"Nothing is going to happen that you don't want," he reminded Eddie.

"I know."

With that, Richie pushed the door open and they stepped inside. It was a lot messier than any apartment Eddie had been in, but not in a particularly bad way. There were random posters on walls, some hanging crookedly. Papers and other random objects were scattered across a desk and a coffee table and the covers on Richie's bed were messy and tangled. Eddie swallowed hard at the sight of the bed, wondering if that was where Richie had touched himself during the many heated conversations they had since that first time Richie talked him through an orgasm.

"Welcome to Casa de Tozier," Richie said, closing and locking the door behind him. "Feel free to make yourself as comfortable as you want."

Eddie slipped his jacket off his shoulders, turning to face him.

"Can you believe this?" he said, letting Richie take his jacket off. "That we're really here?"

Richie shook his head, hanging them both up on a coat rack.

"I keep thinking you'll disappear," he said, stepping closer to Eddie.

He lifted his hands, cupping Eddie's face.

"Goddamn," Richie said, shaking his head.

"What?" Eddie said, his cheeks coloring under his close scrutiny.

"You're just as fucking adorable as I knew you'd be since that first phone call," he said.

Eddie huffed, trying his best not to smile.

"And you're just as ridiculous," he mumbled.

"Not ridiculous," Richie said, bending down to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Honest."

"Blind," Eddie challenged.

"Not at all," Richie said, pulling away to look at him again. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. That's just the fucking truth, Eddie Spaghetti."

A laugh bubbled up in his throat before he could contain it.

"That nickname is even worse in person," Eddie said through his laughter.

Richie grinned at him.

"Well if it makes you laugh like that, cutie, I'll say pretty much anything."

The words brought Eddie back to that very first conversation. Richie had somehow known just how to put him at ease then, just how he did now.

"You're..." Eddie trailed off, trying to find the right word.

"Devilishly handsome? Incredibly attractive? Amazingly clever?"

Eddie shook his head, fighting a smile again.

"Everything," he finally said, watching Richie blink in surprise. "You're everything."

"Eds," Richie said softly, looking as though he was having a hard time believing that.

Eddie hushed him with a soft kiss, loving how natural it felt. He was ready. This was the culmination of everything that had happened over the past several months. Eddie knew that now. Even if they didn't meet by chance through friends, they would have met sometime. It was just supposed to happen. He didn't feel disgusted with himself for wanting to feel Richie to touch him and kiss him everywhere. All he wanted was more. It was selfish and yet it was good. It was intimate and beautiful.

"Touch me," Eddie said, tugging him back towards the bed.

"It would be my absolute pleasure," Richie said, tugging Eddie's sweater over his head.

They both silently agreed to have nothing between them anymore, tossing and kicking their clothes away without a second thought. Eddie didn't feel ashamed when Richie's eyes slowly ran over him because he was doing the same, his body shaking with anticipation as he reached out and took Richie's hand, squeezing it lightly. Then they were kissing and it was different than before. Their lips pressed together firmly and their teeth clashed as they desperately tried to get as close as possible. Eddie cried out when Richie's cock bumped against his own and the other man moved his hips sinfully for a time before pulling away, leaving Eddie feeling cold.

It didn't last long.

Richie shimmied down the bed and took Eddie in hand, stroking him slowly just like he wanted to do all those weeks ago, gathering the wetness from the tip on his thumb before licking it away as Eddie moaned. When he licked up the length of him before closing his lips around the tip, Eddie's hands delved into his hair and he tossed his head back, trying his best not to thrust upward. It felt so good, so right, that Eddie couldn't imagine anything about this being vile or disgusting. He found himself on the brink when Richie took him deep in his throat and hummed, pleading with Richie not to let him finish now. He wasn't ready. He wanted more. Richie obliged, pulling away to retrieve lube and a condom from his nightstand. Eddie stared at it all with wide eyes, realizing the next logical step in this situation.

"What do you want, baby?" Richie asked, sitting in front of him and stroking his cheek. "Just tell me and I'll do it."

Eddie looked into his eyes and felt unerring trust fill his entire body.

"Talk to me," Eddie said, climbing into his lap. "I like when you talk to me."

Richie smiled, nodding his head before brushing a kiss over his lips.

"You're so beautiful, Eds," he said, stroking his hands through his hair. "Your hair is fucking magnificent. I love the curls and how thick it is. And your eyes... fuck, baby. Your eyes are so expressive. There's a whole world in your goddamn eyes and I want to get lost in them over and over again."

Eddie felt himself relaxing, clutching at Richie's shoulders as he talked.

"Your freckles are gorgeous. I love the ones on your nose and your cheeks and even the ones on your lip, right here," Richie's finger brushed over his lips.

"I like yours too," Eddie managed to say, luxuriating in the feeling of Richie's other hand stroking at his spine.

Richie grinned at him, looking fairly pleased with that.

"Those lips, don't even get me started or I'll never stop. I could kiss them forever and ever and never get tired. They're so warm and soft and..." he trailed off, shaking his head. "And that ass, Eddie Kaspbrak. I can't get enough of that ass."

He smacked it lightly and Eddie giggled, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of Richie's mouth. It was the perfect light moment in the middle of all the intensity.

"Your skin is so nice, baby boy. So pretty and soft and... you fucking glow, Eds."

"Because of you," Eddie said, stroking his fingers through Richie's wild curls. "I have you."

"Yeah you do," Richie said, nodding his head.

They kissed again, slowly and passionately. It was everything Eddie imagined it would be and more. Richie kissed like he was the answer to everything. Like he'd been searching and searching and now that Eddie was in his arms, there was nothing left for him to find because it was all right there.

"How are you doing?" Richie asked, pulling away just a little to look into his eyes.

Eddie nodded at him.

"I'm good," he said, lifting his hand to press it over Richie's cheek. "I'm ready."

Richie pressed another soft kiss to his lips before laying him back on the bed. Then he reached for the lube and Eddie didn't feel anxious at all at the sound of it uncapping. He simply watched the concentration in Richie's face and the cute line that formed between his brows as he poured some out on his fingers and rubbed them together to let it warm. Then he was focused on Eddie again, stroking a hand over his cheek as he nudged his thighs apart. Eddie let them spread without resisting, biting down on his lower lip.

"Let me know if you want me to stop," Richie said.

"Please don't," Eddie told him.

He tensed a little at the first finger that circled his hole but closed his eyes and forced himself to relax. Richie praised him with a soft "good" before simply stroking around the hole in slow circles. It was much better than when Eddie did it to himself, somehow making him desperate for more. Richie seemed to know exactly what he wanted, slowly sliding his finger in as Eddie let out a keening noise and arched his back. It was intense and strange and sort of uncomfortable yet he didn't want it to end. Richie let him grow used to the feeling, stroking his finger in and out and crooking it every once in a while. Then he pressed in a second and Eddie's sharp intake of breath almost made him stop.

"Don't you dare," he said.

Richie didn't argue with him, moving even more gently and slowly now that he was stretching him a little more. Eddie relaxed as he scissored the fingers and let him grow used to the feeling of it all. After a while, it felt less like an intrusion and more like it was meant to happen. He was more ready for the three fingers, nodding at Richie with burning eyes and a hard, leaking cock trapped against his belly as he started rocking and thrusting his hips against his hand.

"So good for me," Richie murmured, making Eddie's chest and face warm. "So fucking beautiful like this."

"Please, Ri... Ri..." Eddie stammered, clutching at his wrist as he crooked his fingers, searching for something. "Need more, Chee."

He let out a cry of pleasure when Richie's fingers brushed over something inside of him, arching his back. Richie grinned, stretching him out with the three fingers for a few more moments before pulling them out, leaving Eddie feeling empty.

"You ready?" he asked.

Eddie nodded quickly, resisting the temptation to stroke his aching cock as Richie slid on the condom and coated his cock with lube. Then he was lying in the cradle of Eddie's hips, kissing him slowly as he pressed in, Eddie whimpered against his mouth, feeling the burn and stretch along with the amazing sensation of being filled so completely that it knitted part of him together that he didn't know was split open. It felt so right, so good. It had to be Richie. He knew that now. No one else could have gotten him here. No one else could have taken this journey with him.

"Thank you," Eddie whispered as Richie stilled, letting him adjust.

"For what?" Richie asked, almost laughing at his words.

Eddie looked up at him, stroking his fingers over his brow and down his cheek.

"For giving me you," he said, the words as honest as he could get.

Richie's face was full of emotion, one of them stronger than the others. Eddie knew what he felt in that moment because he was feeling it too. But they weren't ready so Richie ducked his head to kiss him as he began rocking into him, keeping a slow and steady pace to let Eddie get used to the feeling. It didn't take long for the slight pain to give way to pleasure. He found himself meeting Richie thrust for thrust, frustrated at the lack of friction his cock was experiencing until Richie wrapped his hand around it and began stroking him quickly as he kept his hips moving in rolling, gentle motions that were driving Eddie crazy.

"I need everything, Chee," he pleaded.

"I got you, baby boy," Richie said, brushing a kiss over his temple. "I'll take care of you."

Eddie knew that he would. As his pace sped up, he adjusted his position and the head of his cock brushed his prostate every few thrusts. The noises slipping from his mouth dissolved into little grunts and moans and cries until he was coming hard, his body taut as a bowstring as Eddie clenched around Richie's cock and buried his face in his shoulder. It didn't take long for Richie to follow, spilling into the condom as he rode through his orgasm before pulling out slowly, not wanting to hurt him. Once he had them cleaned up, Eddie found himself splayed across his chest listening to his heartbeat.

"I have news," Richie said after a while as they dozed lazily, both too tired to do much but lay with their arms wrapped around one another. "I got a job at a radio station. I'll have my own show two nights a week to start with."

Eddie lifted his head, looking up at Richie with a wide smile.

"That's great," he said, settling his chin on his chest.

"I hope so," Richie said, looking as though he was trying to restrain his own excitement. "I'll miss working at that old hotline though."

Eddie wrinkled his nose.

"Even the guy who made you piss where he could hear?" he said, unable to forget that particular gem.

Richie laughed aloud, shaking his head.

"No, not that guy," he said. "But not all of it was bad. You see, there was this cutie that called in one day and the first thing he asked was how I was doing."

Richie clicked his tongue as Eddie's cheeks flushed and his smile grew.

"Sounds like a weirdo," Eddie said.

"Nah," Richie said, reaching up to stroke his thumb over Eddie's cheek. "I'm pretty sure I'm gonna keep him around for a while."

Eddie felt warm all over as he leaned up to kiss Richie.

"I think he's probably okay with that," he whispered against his lips.

"Good," Richie said, pulling him in closer for another kiss. "Cause one day I'm gonna tell him that I love him and I really need him to be there for that."

Eddie's heart skipped and his stomach fluttered but none of it was bad.

Everything was good.

Everything was perfect.

All credit for this awesome multi part one shot goes to reddieforlove on Ao3!!