That just means I have weird taste. (He's definitely not denying Richie's prowess. How could he? Eddie blushed easily enough, but no one alive had ever made him blush as hard as Richie always managed. He was constantly doing or saying things that had Eddie flushing, even now, all these years later. They were both guilty of holding back information, of keeping certain secrets. But they were both trying to some extent too.
After all, they were laying together in a tub kissing, right? That must have been some sort of improvement. Maybe. Eddie had to recognize that at least some part of why he hadn't said anything more explicit, why he hadn't asked more direct questions, had mostly been out of fear. Fear of rejection, but also fear of the big What-If if this really was mutual. There were so many people in the city who insisted that monogamy and commitment were impossible here. Eddie wasn't so sure how true that was, but if it was, he didn't like to think of the struggles they'd have to go through.
None of the gritty details were on his mind just then. Mostly because Richie was proving himself and his own unique brand of smoothness with that clarification on the cute remark. It's clear Eddie's listening, and this time he doesn't rebuke the compliment, but instead looks mildly sheepish.)
Okay. Okay, you've got me. (When Richie put it like that, 'cute' certainly didn't seem so bad at all. In fact it seemed a hell of a lot better than anything else out there. The words fall for you for the first time are loud and clear in his head, but Richie's pinching his cheek and distracting him. His nose crinkles up the way it used to when they were kids and he makes a pitched noise at the light smack.)
Richard. (He cuts the word out and gives Richie the world's most authentic pout.) I have a reputation to uphold here. We have a thing. You call me cute and I whine about it.
(Old-school flirting.
There's sentiment returned on the kiss, Eddie sliding his tongue back against Richie's, and he sinks into the feeling. A silent I love you too. Sometimes, sometimes they really didn't need words or confirmations. Sometimes Eddie really did just know even if he'd pretend not to later. He's languid against Richie, and he's a little too into it. He breaks the kiss with a low groan, dropping his forehead against Richie's shoulder.)
We gotta stop. I'm getting turned on but the system's off for the night, I think. Too much scotch. Sorry. (He picks his head back up and gives Richie and earnest look.)
Unless you want me to...? (Get Richie off? He really wouldn't mind. Some part of him would even like it. A huge part of him.)
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After all, they were laying together in a tub kissing, right? That must have been some sort of improvement. Maybe. Eddie had to recognize that at least some part of why he hadn't said anything more explicit, why he hadn't asked more direct questions, had mostly been out of fear. Fear of rejection, but also fear of the big What-If if this really was mutual. There were so many people in the city who insisted that monogamy and commitment were impossible here. Eddie wasn't so sure how true that was, but if it was, he didn't like to think of the struggles they'd have to go through.
None of the gritty details were on his mind just then. Mostly because Richie was proving himself and his own unique brand of smoothness with that clarification on the cute remark. It's clear Eddie's listening, and this time he doesn't rebuke the compliment, but instead looks mildly sheepish.)
Okay. Okay, you've got me. (When Richie put it like that, 'cute' certainly didn't seem so bad at all. In fact it seemed a hell of a lot better than anything else out there. The words fall for you for the first time are loud and clear in his head, but Richie's pinching his cheek and distracting him. His nose crinkles up the way it used to when they were kids and he makes a pitched noise at the light smack.)
Richard. (He cuts the word out and gives Richie the world's most authentic pout.) I have a reputation to uphold here. We have a thing. You call me cute and I whine about it.
(Old-school flirting.
There's sentiment returned on the kiss, Eddie sliding his tongue back against Richie's, and he sinks into the feeling. A silent I love you too. Sometimes, sometimes they really didn't need words or confirmations. Sometimes Eddie really did just know even if he'd pretend not to later. He's languid against Richie, and he's a little too into it. He breaks the kiss with a low groan, dropping his forehead against Richie's shoulder.)
We gotta stop. I'm getting turned on but the system's off for the night, I think. Too much scotch. Sorry. (He picks his head back up and gives Richie and earnest look.)
Unless you want me to...? (Get Richie off? He really wouldn't mind. Some part of him would even like it. A huge part of him.)