You Should See Why

He goes back to the math worksheet still in his lap, choosing to completely ignore Eddie now, rather than give him the satisfaction of even addressing him. That works for all of five seconds before Eddie shoves the worksheet out of Richie’s hold and tackles him to the ground, forcing him to give Eddie his attention.

Richie’s so caught off guard by it that he can barely even start to wrestle back before Eddie has him pinned to the floor. He hovers over Richie, a triumphant, self-satisfied little grin spread across his face.

All Richie can do is lie there, breathless, beneath Eddie.

“Come on, Rich, just fucking spit it out!” Eddie urges.

And maybe it’s because Eddie’s face is close enough that Richie can count each individual freckle dotting his nose. Or maybe it’s because the weight of Eddie on top of him feels so nice, his skin so warm where it touches Richie’s. Or maybe it’s because Richie’s so overwhelmed and his brain has turned to scramble right there in his skull. But before he can stop himself, the truth falls from his lips on its own volition.

“I thought you were going to ask me to teach you to kiss!”