The One With All the Kissing
(I promised this for @lgbtrashmouth, @sighlil, and @toziertrashmouth so I hope it’s okay. It’s not incredibly long, it’s really just the scene from Friends where Chandler kisses everyone because he kisses Monica in front of everyone on accident. But it’s Reddie. So yeah. They’re all young adults here, too.Thanks!)(Also I know I said I’d do this tomorrow but APRIL FOOLS I MADE IT TODAY)
:SETTING- BILL’S APARTMENT:
“Hey, dude! C-come on, gimme back my pretzel!”
“No way, you set it down, it’s mine now!”
“Guys, can you not? I’m trying to get this remote working again and I need concentration!”
“Stan, shut up. You know you’re just taking the batteries out and putting them back in again. It’s hardly rocket science.”
The familiar bickering made Bill smile, despite the fact that Richie swiped his hot pretzel, and was tormenting Stan, and getting salt everywhere. Eddie was complaining- something about telling Richie to shut up and chew with his mouth closed. Beverly was laughing and resting a hand on Ben’s shoulder, who would occasionally smile at her between talking about Mike’s day as they caught up all together. They were sitting around his dining room table, talking over one another, having individual conversations, interjecting and making a group conversation, and yet everyone was still in sync. It was beautiful, in its own, chaotic, noisy way.
They had spent the day drinking tea, watching movies, and just horsing around Bill’s apartment. Earlier they’d gone out for ice cream and visited the quarry like they had when they were little. Nowadays, nothing much had changed. Not habitually, anyways. Ben and Beverly had finally gotten together. Stand and Bill had as well. Mike was seeing a pretty girl who’d gone off to college in Japan, but he didn’t mind, and everyone loved how loving he was and dedicated they were to each other despite the distance. Richie and Eddie had also begun seeing each other, as well- however, that relationship was still in the closet.
While the boys knew the group would accept them, just as they had Bill and Stan, Eddie was still hesitant to announce it to anyone in the group because of the big deal he knew it’d be. He’d spent MUCH of his life denying his love for Richie, most vehemently to Richie himself, who always threw himself at Eddie all that time, playfully, then seriously. Eddie caved one day and kissed the other in the middle of one of his “your mom” jokes, and Richie hadn’t been the same since. Bill thought he was somehow softer towards Eddie, cracking less jokes about his mom, and holding doors for him. Stan just thought he was even more insufferable with all the near perverse flirting.
Mike was suspicious of the two, as was Beverly. But if it was one thing they were good at, it was being patient and letting people speak on their own time. The dynamic of the group within itself may have shifted, but they all still remained incredibly close- living within half an hour of each other, hanging out almost every day, crashing at each other’s places just because. It really was a dream come true. Mike was working as a coach’s assistant at their old high school, Beverly taught self-defense at the local gym. Ben was an official published writer, working for the local news paper where he covered the art section, of which Bill was proudly in numerous times for his paintings. Stan worked at the community college, the resident ornithologist on-hand for advice and lectures. Richie worked at the local radio station, his voices having improved over the years, though his comedy… hadn’t. Eddie had surprisingly taken up a job outside of the pharmacy, owning and operating his own bakery with the help of fresh produce from the Hanlon Farm.
“Ughhhhhh. I don’t want to goooo….” Despite their lives having turned out well, work was still work, and Richie was still Richie.
“Do you always have to complain about everything?” Eddie sighed, exasperated and rolling his eyes.
“Give him a break, Eddie,” Stan said uncharacteristically. “He only has a limited amount of brain cells. Maybe he’s used them all today.” Ah, that sounded more like him.
Beverly laughed, standing up and clearing away the remote pieces. “Okay Stan, you’re just breaking it more, so don’t go on about brain cells.”
“OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!” came a chorus from Ben and Richie.
“Hey Rich, why don’t you act like an adult and get to work?” Eddie snickered, “As your roommate, I’d like to eat better this month, thank you!” Richie just rolled his eyes.
“Yeah yeah, I’m going.” As he walked towards the door, he went over to Eddie, still seated at the table.
He leaned down and put a hand to his cheek, tilted his face up delicately, and kissed him fully, tilting his own head to the side and closing his eyes. It was a touching, soft thing.
“WHAT THE F-F-FUCK, RICHARD?” Bill spit his tea out, and the table erupted in short-lived squeals and demanding questions.
Richie was a peculiar mix of green, red, and white, and Eddie was sweating up a storm, frozen in place. Suddenly, Richie shook his head sharply, walking over to Beverly and grabbing her face. He leaned in and kissed her hard and messy until she shoved him back, laughing. Ben looked ready to protest until Richie landed lips on him, too, shutting him up altogether. Mike was hooting and hollering in his chair, and only laughed harder when Richie kissed him, chuckling at how interesting of a story it would be to tell his girlfriend on their Skype call. Bill only stared in amusement as Richie faced him, a determined and embarrassed look in his eye as he kissed him quickly. He then turned to Stan, who was red and wide eyed.
When Richie leaned in, Stan leaned back, comically toppling out of his chair. “Don’t you put those chapped ass lips on me, you freak!”
“B-But it’s how they kiss in Europe! It’s not funny or anything!” Richie half heartedly protested while the group laughed.
“Well this is Bill’s apartment, you nut. Y’know? In MAINE? Go to work already.”
Richie simply complied, scurrying out the front door, followed quickly by Eddie, which did not escape anyone’s eye.
“I’m gonna have to quote Bill on this one, Trashmouth,” He grabbed Richie’s arm as he shut the door to the hallway, “‘What the fuck, Richard?’“
“I’m sorry, you just looked so cute and happy curled up in his little chair, like a doll! I spaced and forgot. I’m sorry you’re so kissable.” Richie pouted, looking down at his feet.
Eddie instantly softened. “I’m sorry, too. Go to work Richie, I’ll be here when you get back- we’re all staying over since it’s Friday. I’ll take care of this. You owe me.”
Richie grinned wolfishly, “I love it when you get demanding, Eds. Anything you want and you got it.”
Eddie shoved him, “Don’t call me Eds, now go get paid you doofus, we need the money.”
Eddie walked back inside to five sets of curious, demanding eyes. “Alright, alright. Yeah, no, we’re… more than roommates.”
“NO SHIT, EDDIE. WE’RE NOT STUPID!”
That was the most synchronized they had ever been.