[All the time, in fact, in secret moments and some not-so-secret in front of the other losers and their best friends. It's easy, being with Eddie here - simple in a way he didn't think it would be. Richie might not have been completely honest with Eddie, and he was withholding serious stuff like his love, how desperate he was to be with him but sharing that in the face of the struggle just to survive here seemed selfish. He owed Eddie his life, and so much more than that.
When Eddie rebukes the cute comment Richie untangle his fingers from his and gives hi fm a gentle pinch to the cheek. A protest, sure, but an old call-back to the way they were. Before life sunk its teeth into the both of them.]
Mm. Cute. Yeah, I don't really daydream about being called sexy or you being into my shoulders either. Cute's what made me fall for you the first time, so maybe try not to be such a little shit about it.
[The place he pinched gets a soft smack, the palm of his hand landing with more of a pat than anything firm or aggressive. Richie's placated by the kiss and would've gone onto to talk about his ass, his chest, the way his arms were now more defined by the liplock steals those words and replaces them with a hungry need.
I love you
God, the words echo in his brain and he silences them by using his tongue to push past the seam of Eddie's lips and taste the remnants of alcohol on his tongue. He's clean, soft, and the flavor of Eddie combined with the scent of the bath salts makes his head spin.
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[All the time, in fact, in secret moments and some not-so-secret in front of the other losers and their best friends. It's easy, being with Eddie here - simple in a way he didn't think it would be. Richie might not have been completely honest with Eddie, and he was withholding serious stuff like his love, how desperate he was to be with him but sharing that in the face of the struggle just to survive here seemed selfish. He owed Eddie his life, and so much more than that.
When Eddie rebukes the cute comment Richie untangle his fingers from his and gives hi fm a gentle pinch to the cheek. A protest, sure, but an old call-back to the way they were. Before life sunk its teeth into the both of them.]
Mm. Cute. Yeah, I don't really daydream about being called sexy or you being into my shoulders either. Cute's what made me fall for you the first time, so maybe try not to be such a little shit about it.
[The place he pinched gets a soft smack, the palm of his hand landing with more of a pat than anything firm or aggressive. Richie's placated by the kiss and would've gone onto to talk about his ass, his chest, the way his arms were now more defined by the liplock steals those words and replaces them with a hungry need.
I love you
God, the words echo in his brain and he silences them by using his tongue to push past the seam of Eddie's lips and taste the remnants of alcohol on his tongue. He's clean, soft, and the flavor of Eddie combined with the scent of the bath salts makes his head spin.
Fuck.]