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[Welcome to the rare sight of Richie completely blown away. Of course, he'd thought about it, especially on days like these when their bodies were so close, and not giving in to the warmth was like an exhausting battle of wills.

A soft pink blush creeps up the back of his neck and completely overtakes the sides of his jaw and ears. Eddie's soft features, the small dash of freckles over his nose, it all seemed high definition and ultraviolet right now.]

Fuck no.

[Back to reality, they're in a safe space. A spot that no one but them and the other losers knew about and in a moment of bravery he knew that nobody could find them here and this moment could be theirs.]

It's just a kiss.

[Richie is terrified though, he can hear his heartbeat in his head and his breathing was coming in quick succession. Eyes wider than normal and tripled by his glasses.]

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It's just a kiss. ❪ he repeats in a small, soft voice.

it's just a kiss with his fucking soulmate or, rather, who he assumes is his soulmate. more than that— it's his best friend. one of only a handful of people that actually get him. despite richie's words there is still this silent fear that maybe this will fuck all of that up and they'll never be the same again.

but, despite his fears, richie hasn't given eddie a reason to actually think that. the blush that creeps up richie's face is illuminating in color and eddie swears that his heart skips a beat. he carefully sits up and tries not to wobble the hammock too much because it's a fucking event to situate himself so this might happen. ❫

It's my first kiss. ❪ he admits, a hand finding one of richie's wrists and gently holding it. ❫ S-so don't fucking laugh at me if it's bad, okay?

❪ he's not going to give him a chance to respond though because eddie is sure that it's just some snappy one-liner. instead, he leans in to press their lips together in a soft, chaste kiss. just a simple, if somewhat awkward, press of lips. ❫

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[Jesus fucking Christ, the last thing Richie is expecting is to be taken seriously. No one ever seems to take his word for anything, and even though Eddie knew him better than most and actually listened more often than not- his propensity for talking shit usually had the other guy balking rather than signing on. The ratios were never ever in his favor.

Until now.

Richie would be lying if he said he didn't want to kiss him. Their entire friendship had been a lot of lingering looks that lasted too long, gentle hand-holding that went unseen and lasted only moments, and a lot of never discussed moments that would make most boys their age uncomfortable.

For them, that was just any given day. When Eddie's hand finds his wrist, Richie's whole body jumps, but not physically. It takes him a minute to realize through the shock and the anticipation that his mind had just emulated that - the feeling of jumping out of his skin.

It's my first. So, don't fucking laugh at me if it's bad, okay?

What did Eddie think he was just standing on a corner working a kissing booth? Even if he did, who would show up? Except for a group of assholes ready and willing to lay him out and make him eat dirt.

If being physically outside of your body while also being inside there, able to feel every nerve ending in your skin was even possible it's what he'd think was going on. Richie's body comes alive when Eddie's lips touch his, in every single way. His stomach is in knots, his face is burning all the way to his ears, and he can feel the warmth from Eddie being so close completely consume him. Were he a weaker guy, he would've completely passed out, he's sure of it.

Instead, his eyes just go closed, and the hand that had been tightened into a fist at Eddie's grasp relaxes fully getting lost somewhere between them in the hammock.]