(They suited each other's taste well. Eddie didn't need Richie to understand why he fell all over himself for Richie's body or certain attributes about it. The thing was Eddie would get weak in the knees for Richie even if he had an identical body to Eddie's because Eddie was just weak for Richie. But that would get agonizingly close to fessing up to feelings, and even with booze in his system Eddie wasn't that stupid.
Eddie sinks into the water so that only his eyes were peering out. There's something bright and mischievous in them, something delighted before he dips himself under entirely. He rises up a second later, slicking his hair back and rubbing the water from his face. He flicks some of the excess water right at Richie's face. Only a few harmless drops.)
Yeah, I know that now. (...Mostly. He glances down at himself. His right shoulder always had a few more freckles than his left, and he reaches up to touch them absently. It was some kind of amazing how well they knew each other right down to the pattern of freckles. It makes him smile, and for a second, he really did feel loved. More than that he felt seen. Richie had always made him feel seen.
He leans forward in the water, shifting around in the tub so that he could wrap his arms around Richie's waist, getting him wet in the process.)
I'll chance the mess. Don't make me pull you in. We both know I'll play dirty if I have to.
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(They suited each other's taste well. Eddie didn't need Richie to understand why he fell all over himself for Richie's body or certain attributes about it. The thing was Eddie would get weak in the knees for Richie even if he had an identical body to Eddie's because Eddie was just weak for Richie. But that would get agonizingly close to fessing up to feelings, and even with booze in his system Eddie wasn't that stupid.
Eddie sinks into the water so that only his eyes were peering out. There's something bright and mischievous in them, something delighted before he dips himself under entirely. He rises up a second later, slicking his hair back and rubbing the water from his face. He flicks some of the excess water right at Richie's face. Only a few harmless drops.)
Yeah, I know that now. (...Mostly. He glances down at himself. His right shoulder always had a few more freckles than his left, and he reaches up to touch them absently. It was some kind of amazing how well they knew each other right down to the pattern of freckles. It makes him smile, and for a second, he really did feel loved. More than that he felt seen. Richie had always made him feel seen.
He leans forward in the water, shifting around in the tub so that he could wrap his arms around Richie's waist, getting him wet in the process.)
I'll chance the mess. Don't make me pull you in. We both know I'll play dirty if I have to.