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Eddie Kaspbrak ([info]ekaspbrak) wrote in [info]snapthread,
@ 2019-11-11 18:59:00

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Entry tags:eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier

Who: Reddie
What: Fixing things
Where: Loser House
When: Now
Warning: TBD
Status: Closed Incomplete



He may have chickened out again the night before. Sure, running around and talking to everyone about his problems had seemed like... well, not a great idea but it was an idea. It also wasn't really what he'd intended to happen. Running into Bill Weasley had been an accident. He hadn't meant to go looking for the other man. He'd meant to look for birds with Stan and then to try and figure out what it was he was feeling exactly. He hadn't really liked what he figured out but Bill had given him some good advice. He'd told Eddie to trust Richie. To trust that the other man knew what he deserved. What he wanted. Maybe Richie would've been better off with someone a little more like Bill. Someone confident and sure of themselves who could help Richie feel confident and sure of himself in all of this. There was no doubt in Eddie's mind that Richie could've had that if he really wanted to but, so far, it didn't seem like that was what he wanted. For some crazy reason or another he wanted Eddie.

So, Eddie was wrong. He had been wrong to get upset and wrong to storm out the way he had and wrong to spend so much time not talking to the one person he should've been talking to. The one person he hadn't actually seen much of at all after pulling away from him. He had to make this right before Richie assumed he had done something wrong and tried to apologize. Eddie didn't want that. Richie hadn't done anything wrong. He'd only made a friend during a time when he needed one most.

Standing outside the door to their shared room he took a breath before letting himself in. They'd spoken before about romance and what Eddie found romantic. He had ridiculously low standards since, apparently, a sloppily tied tie had meant the world to him. Richie hadn't actually mentioned what he found romantic but Eddie sort of knew what he liked. What he'd been whining for since they grew up. He'd made a stop at Van Dyne's in search of something special. Red running shorts were, surprisingly, easy to find. None of them had the little rainbow detail he remembered as a kid but that was fine. The effort was still there and the shorts were still short. He was a little embarrassed by it as an adult and really didn't know what he'd been thinking as a kid but, maybe, Richie would still appreciate them.

Unfortunately the other seemed to sleeping when he stepped into the room. Letting out a sigh he climbed onto the bed and then on top of Richie, straddling his sleeping boyfriend. "Rich..." He tried, voice as close to a whine as he'd let it be. "Come on! Wake up! I only have the courage to wear these things for a few more minutes before I go hide in Stan's room! Richie! Come on!" When that didn't work he shook the other gently before shoving his arm. "Wake up, jackass, I'm trying to apologize!"


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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-12 02:23 am UTC (link)
Richie either did depressed really poorly or really, really well depending on one's outlook on that sort of thing. It wasn't like he'd been moping around for attention, making a scene or anything -- which was probably what would have been expected of him, because attention seeking was what he did most all the time. Instead, he'd mostly just stayed in, curled up in bed (Eddie's bed. Stan had his now because Richie hadn't thought he needed it anymore, he'd thought Eddie and him were sharing), alternating between sleeping unhealthy amounts and replaying every single thing he might have said to make shit go sour so quickly.

It wasn't a fucking good look on him, frankly, but it hardly mattered if he had bruises under his eyes or if he'd failed to bother shaving for the last few days. Because -- well. Who cared? Eddie'd off and decided Stan's bed was better for sharing and any place that wasn't here was better for being in and Richie had never been all that great at going out of his way to impress someone on even his best of days -- which these last few days had not, in fact, been.

"Hnn," he said, sleepy, swatting away at whoever the fuck had the nerve to come in here and bother him, sit on him and then prod at his arm. "Fuck off, m'busy," he was not busy. He probably wasn't even tired anymore, just that weird, foggy overtired you got from sleeping too much, but the only way to fix it was by sleeping more. Except -- he squinted his eyes open anyway because-- "Eddie?" Yeah. Because it was Eddie and he was. Well. Here.

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-12 03:08 am UTC (link)
"Rich!" Eddie hissed as he was swatted at. He didn't back down but he usually didn't. Not when it came to Richie. He reached down and shook at the other's arm again just to let the other know he wasn't leaving anytime soon. He wasn't busy. He probably wasn't even gaining anything from the sleep he was trying to get back to. He let out a long suffering sigh when Richie opened his eyes and squinted up at him. "Yes, fucker, it's me. Now get up before I take these shorts and go back to Stan's room."

The threat probably wasn't fair. He'd spent the past two nights in Stan's room, curled up with the other man because nights still seemed too dark and Eddie still hated the dark. He wouldn't sleep in the hammock alone and he'd feel silly running away to Sirius' place for a night. Besides, he was pretty sure Stan didn't mind. He may have even preferred not sleeping alone after everything they'd been through.

Feeling just a little self conscious, Eddie tugged the blankets off of Richie and tucked them around his legs, hiding them a little. "You look like shit." He murmured sadly, fingers tracing gently over a stubbly cheek. This was his fault. He should've handled himself better or, at the very least, he should've talked to Richie a lot sooner. He should've put him at ease.

He waited for a moment or two, studying Richie just to make sure the other wasn't going to push him away or try to go back to sleep or something. "I wanted to talk to you. I just... I wanted to let you know I was wrong and I'm sorry. I should've handled all of this a lot better instead of freaking out the way I did. I was just jealous, I guess. Jealous and then I overthought, literally, everything and you didn't deserve any of that shit."

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-12 03:35 am UTC (link)
No, it wasn't a fair threat at all, considering it had been something that had been actively bothering Richie for the past several days. Like maybe he'd just been some kind of fucking placeholder until someone he liked better came along. Or like one mistake was enough to unravel the whole of them, and Stan -- good, gentle Stan -- was, perhaps, the better choice. So. He didn't like the threat particular much, no. Luckily, Richie was good at being on his own shit, at focusing on things that weren't quite the main point, and he tilted his head up enough to squint blearily at --red. And then a long strip of what could only be leg no matter that Eddie was snatching up the covers to hide himself. "What," he asked, clearly trying to pull himself up and out of his own sad ass in order to see this very nice thing in front of him for what it was. Tiny red shorts and Eddie straddling him. The possibility that he was dreaming was worrying.

"You look cute," he said after a moment, because one compliment deserved another and yeah, Richie probably did look like shit. But Eddie didn't. He looked hot even, from what Richie could make out without his glasses. Like a daydream all grown up.

He wasn't pushing away, or going back to sleep, even if his brain kinda wanted to do that last bit, but Richie knew better than to trust his own head most of the time so he just -- listened. He wasn't sure, exactly, what to make of the apology. Like, sure, he appreciated it, and even got the feeling that it'd taken some courage to show up here with those words, in those shorts. "You're supposed to yell," he murmured, fingers reaching up to touch Eddie's thigh -- cautious but curious. "You can't just -- ignore me." Because that was the shit that fucked Richie up best, and Eddie knew that, had always known that. And it felt -- shitty. But he didn't want to focus on it either. "There's nothing to be jealous of, dipshit."

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-12 04:17 am UTC (link)
The compliment caught him off-guard and, before he could help it, a shy smile broke out over his face. "Shut up." He huffed out in an embarrassed chuckle. "I look stupid and you can't even fucking see." He wasn't about to help with that either. The sooner Richie saw how ridiculous he looked the sooner the jokes and teasing would come and he'd never be able to get through everything that needed to be said. At least he seemed to appreciate what he could see of the shorts.

He wasn't pushing Eddie away or ignoring him either so that was a win. "I know I'm supposed to. I just... couldn't." He really wished he could focus on the apology but the curious fingers on his thigh had his attention. He lifted a hand and placed it over Richie's, intent on stopping that distracting touch long enough to get through this. At least... he thought he meant to stop it. He obviously hadn't meant to press Richie's hand against the exposed skin. "Fuck you. If someone you didn't know was flirting with me how would you feel?" He could totally get through this with Richie's hand on his skin. Totally.

"And it wasn't even that he was flirting with you. Not really. It was more the confidence and just how fucking comfortable he seemed with being himself. It just... it made me think." And he wasn't happy about the things he thought about. "I'm still scared." He admitted. "Things are different here. Everyone seems to be okay with us and encouraging us but I'm still so fucking scared sometimes." Not of this place, really, but on occasion he was afraid that someone might come along who they'd have to hide from. Mostly he was afraid of himself though. "And then I thought that you were probably afraid too and this couldn't be good. I thought you deserved someone better. Someone without issues." He was trying though. If Richie wanted him then he could try and be braver in the face of all of this. "I'm sorry I didn't yell and I'm sorry I ignored you. I love you. I don't want to hurt you."

He leaned in a little, wanting to go for a kiss but second guessing himself and pressing his lips to Richie's cheek instead. "I realize that. I'm still not sure why you love me but I'm glad you do. I'm going to try to be better. I promise, Rich."

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-12 11:10 pm UTC (link)
"You look cute," Richie repeated, still squinting, but positive he was right. His glasses -- well, he wasn't sure where he'd put them last, but now wasn't the time for moving. He'd find them later.

Richie was a little groggy still, maybe, but he was up and the fog was clearing slowly and Eddie was talking -- and he was listening, he was. Because he scoffed vaguely at the concept of how he'd feel if someone he didn't know was flirting with Eddie and - well. Richie knew himself well enough to know he would have handled it differently. Maybe more obnoxiously, too, but there wouldn't be any silences from Richie. He'd just butt in and either make friends while staking a claim or uselessly offer to bust some kneecaps. He might have said so, but Eddie was pressing his palm flat in order to stop him touching which only had him touching more and god, if that wasn't distracting. Eddie's skin was cool, the expanse of his thigh long and inviting and Richie wanted to touch more, even if he knew he should stick around mentally for this apology.

But if Eddie had been looking for a heart to heart without lewd thoughts from Richie, he shouldn't have found the kind of shorts that had been the reason for Richie's dick being chafed when he was sixteen. That wasn't fair.

"Oh," he said, momentarily distracted by Eddie's words, tearing his blurry gaze away from that thigh and toward Eddie's face. Fuck, he hated not being able to see anything. "Of course I'm fucking scared." He was always a little scared, always a little hesitant. But he'd promised to try and he wanted to-- wanted to be a version of himself he'd never allowed himself before now. And he wanted it with Eddie. "But who the fuck cares? We deal with it, like we always do. You're brave. And there's no one in this entire place that doesn't have issues, Eds. Just so happens ours match. That's not a bad thing." Whether or not he deserved better wasn't the point, not even remotely.

No one else would get Richie quite the same. No one else on in this town or in the entire damn universe would look at Richie and apologize for not yelling at him. Richie didn't fucking want anyone else, no matter what level of confidence or experience. He wanted Eddie. In those stupid red shorts. Even if he was a dipshit who kissed him on the cheek after professing his love.

"Well," he said, flattening his palm further against Eddie's leg. "Thanks. For the apology. And I'll hold you to it. To trying. Fucking-- talk to me next time? Please." Because Richie wasn't going to get accusing, and he wasn't going to get dramatic about it or even really talk about what had been going through his head - but he hadn't fucking liked it, or himself. Richie was, and always had been, generous and easily forgiving in ways a lot of people weren't. But he was old enough now to know there were some things he wouldn't deal with forever if it was to his own constant detriment. He didn't think Eddie'd be like that, not really, because Eddie knew abuse, was better than that. It wasn't in his nature to be cruel to others for no reason. He'd just been scared. But that wasn't a hall-pass he got to keep forever. Richie was pretty sure Eddie knew it without having to say anything.

"I love you," he murmured, "I'll write you a list why later. Just. Kiss me, Eds. Please."

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-13 12:13 am UTC (link)
"You're making it really fucking hard to not smile and, like, melt or something." And that wasn't right because he shouldn't be feeling good about himself or blushing or smiling because he was trying to apologize. He'd been stupid. He'd done something wrong. Maybe feeling his own feelings wasn't wrong but the way he handled it was. He shouldn't have shut down the way he did. He shouldn't have just gone quiet and he certainly shouldn't have avoided the other.

Fear had been an excuse for too long. No matter how many times Richie told him he was brave it didn't change facts. It didn't change the fact that Eddie had always wanted to stand up to his mother and have more of a say in what he could and couldn't do. He'd wanted to live his own life free of pills and inhalers. He wanted to run and play in the dirty and just... be a normal kid. A normal teenager. A normal young adult. He never had. It didn't change the fact that he'd thought several times about leaving Myra after his mother's death when she was no longer around to disappoint but, again, never had. He'd been too afraid to leave, too unsure of himself and the world around him. Those stumbles backwards didn't make him feel very brave.

But fear couldn't keep being an excuse and, if it did, it certainly shouldn't keep being forgiven. He knew that. Richie was scared too but he was handling it all so much better. He was trying. He was putting forth the effort. It wouldn't be fair if Eddie didn't do the same.

"I will!" He insisted. "I just... I couldn't. I didn't even know why the fuck it was upsetting me. Just that it did and it was probably fucking stupid." And talking about it would've helped. He knew that. He just didn't want to talk. He hadn't even really talked to Stan that first night. He'd just walked with him and let Stan get excited about birds. He'd talked to Bill but hadn't wanted to at first. He'd made an ass of himself during that whole conversation. He should've known better than to pull that shit with Richie though. He knew how that would hurt and, really, hurting Richie was always the last thing he wanted.

It was nice to hear that Richie still loved him even after he'd been such an idiot. "I hoped you still would." He murmured before leaning in and pressing his lips to Richie's. Normally he would've complained about the fact that Richie probably hadn't brushed his teeth but the other sort of deserved a little slack.

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-13 01:38 am UTC (link)
"Well you're just making it really fucking hard," Richie said with a faint laugh, because apparently no matter what his mood or what the situation was, he had it in him to flirt with Eddie. It was just in his bones at this point. Something, something, boner joke.

There were always going to be stumbles backward. Eddie didn't have to constantly be brave or not have anything to regret about his youth or the way he'd grown up, the way he'd never stood up to his mother or his wife. Richie had shit that he wasn't proud of either. He'd denied himself any kind of real happiness for a long time, had learned to make everything a joke-- especially his feelings. Had a slew of other shit he tried keeping buried. But it was -- it was just kind of fine. So long as they were trying. At least, that was what he figured.

"It was fucking stupid," he agreed, reaching behind himself and feeling around on the bed, hopefully to find his glasses. "But whatever. Sometimes that happens. I do stupid shit all day long and you still put up with me so -- don't worry about it?" Which seemed a bit flip, but that was how Richie was. He didn't like dwelling on shit that made him feel bad, and he wasn't -- would absolutely never drag Eddie through the mud for making mistakes. It'd happened, and now it was over. They could get on with their lives. Easy, breezy, beautiful: Covergirl. He found his glasses and plopped them onto his face, lenses smudged but his vision improving so greatly it didn't even matter.

And yeah, okay, Richie probably needed to brush his teeth, but he was taking that given slack because he deserved it. And because if Eddie stopped straddling him to make him get up and move Richie would, at risk of sounding dramatic, absolutely fucking die. The kiss good. Not overly demanding, not yet. Just firm and a little claiming and Richie hoped maybe a little reassuring. He didn't really know how much one could put into a kiss, but it felt worth a go. And then, of course, there was the need to breathe -- and if Richie was breathing, he was talking. "Fuck me. Jesus fucking christ, those shorts though."

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-13 02:33 am UTC (link)
Normally, he would groan or find something a little mean to say about the remark but Richie may have earned a few jokes at Eddie's expense. Especially when he was teasingly flirting with him. Instead of getting too angry or climbing off the other he simply let out a long suffering sigh and rolled his eyes a little. Look, he wasn't going to feign anger at it but he was still Eddie and this joke wasn't going to go without some sort of reaction.

He may have preferred Richie squinting at him. That meant he couldn't actually see anything. Maybe he knew about the shorts because he wasn't that blind and he was kind of touching Eddie's thigh but he couldn't really see. Glasses meant he could see. At least he'd know just how ridiculous Eddie looked. They could put the shorts behind them and never think or talk about them ever again.

He was pretty sure Richie had forgiven him a little quickly. He probably deserved to be yelled at a little or something but he wasn't going to complain. Kissing was a lot better than being yelled at or arguing. It was a lot better than most things. Eddie settled both hands on the other's shoulders as they kissed, gripping onto the fabric of the shirt he was wearing. He wasn't wondering if Richie had changed or showered or anything. He wasn't even thinking about the fact that the other hadn't brushed his teeth. Somehow it didn't seem to matter as much as the things being communicated in that kiss. That reassurance that, yes, Eddie was what he'd wanted. There was no sense in being stupid about it.

When they finally broke apart Eddie let out something a shakey breath and actually let out a dramatic groan as Richie's attention when to the shorts. "They're too fucking short. I have no clue what I was thinking as a kid." He said, letting go of Rich to try and pull them down a little and cover more of this thigh. It didn't work. There really wasn't too much material to work with. "Might be a little less romantic than I thought." He sighed, tugging at them once more before giving up and turning his attention back to Richie. "You're better at that than I am. Sorry."

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-13 08:50 pm UTC (link)
Forgiveness didn't have to take a long time. Richie wasn't the sort of person to make people wait or to make them work for it in undue sorts of ways. Eddie had shown up. He'd apologized. And so Richie forgave him. What more need be done?

Richie kind of was that blind. But blurs of color and the touch of a nearly naked thigh on top of Eddie advertising the things meant Richie knew what was up without even needing to see. But seeing was better. A lot better, in fact. Those shorts. Those fucking shorts. They were murderous in only the best kind of way. It didn't matter what Eddie had been thinking about as a kid when he'd worn the things (they were more in fashion then, his mother had bought them? Who cared?) it mattered what he was thinking now. And sure, he was a little embarrassed, but he'd worn them trying to be romantic. Which was -- slightly off the mark on what Richie thought about the shorts, but the fact that he'd done in in the attempt at romance sort of just made it romantic, didn't it?

"No, it's -- you're good. At that. This. Fucking perfect," Richie promised, tone firm in his own belief. "You're so fucking cute right now. Sexy as hell." It wasn't the same as combed hair and a tie to try to impress, no, but it was sexy. Richie wanted to encourage it. "Honest to god, I'm getting all riled up. I wanna --" He settled his hands, both of them, a little more firmly on the top of Eddie's thighs. "...I wanna do a lot of things," he admitted, slightly sheepish.

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-14 12:28 am UTC (link)
Maybe it was a little off the mark for romantic but what did it matter? Richie liked it. The entire idea behind the shorts was doing something for Richie that he'd like. It didn't really matter if it embarrassed him or not because who else was going to see it? He was pretty sure he'd made sure the door was locked so Staniel's delicate sensibilities wouldn't be offended if he walked in and decided to check on Richie. This was for Richie and, if the reaction was anything to go by, Eddie had finally done something right in all of this.

Eddie laughed at the words before leaning in to press a soft kiss to Richie's lips. He liked knowing that he was getting Richie riled up. It was even something of a confidence boost to think that his boyfriend could be so effected by a pair of red short shorts. He was going to ignore that the two of them were, basically, middle aged teenagers. That it probably wouldn't take much to get either of them riled up.

Considering the last conversation they had before Eddie decided to go and be an idiot he wanted to encourage this. "Oh yeah?" He asked, nervous now but willing himself to be brave. "How many of those things involve getting me out of these shorts?"

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-14 01:09 am UTC (link)
No, it probably wouldn't take a lot to get them riled up. At least, not when it came to each other. But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing -- it just meant they thought each other attractive. Which seemed pretty important in the scheme of things.

"Yeah," Richie agreed, rubbing his palms up Eddie's thighs and then down again, effectively untangling and moving the blanket that Eddie'd been trying to hide behind. It was true. He did want to do a lot of things. Had wanted to since -- well, forever basically. But more the past month than probably ever before. Now that he let himself think about it more, it wasn't like he was lacking in at least conceptual ideas.

But it wasn't like he wasn't nervous, too.

"Like -- I don't know. At least seventy-five percent of them," he admitted, biting at his own lower lip and looking up at Eddie. Still straddling him. Which was so fucking hot, too. It wasn't even right. Richie squirmed, unable to help himself. "But -- if you. I mean. We can focus on that other twenty-five percent, if you want." It wasn't like he didn't care but it kind of didn't matter, either? He'd be happy having Eds however he could, honestly.

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-16 01:21 pm UTC (link)
All those seconds worth of hard work to cover himself up ruined. Eddie wasn't sure if he should complain or not. The room was a little cold but Richie's hands definitely weren't. They were warm and, okay, he had shit for hand size comparison but it hardly mattered because the only thing he could think about was how perfect they were. How perfect they'd always been. He didn't want to complain and risk the other stopping but, at the same time, he kinda did. It was just a lot of touch and Eddie was aware of the shorts he was wearing. He was aware of just how little they left to the imagination. Apparently it wasn't going to take much to get him riled up either. Just some touching and the awareness of the way Richie felt between his legs. Maybe, the knowledge that the comedian wanted to do things with him.

"That's a good number." It wasn't too high where he may have felt pressured or too low where he may have felt just slightly insulted. He actually wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do. He hadn't actually worn the shorts to try and start anything but he wasn't stupid. He knew there was a possibility that things could get a little heated. It was part of the reason he hadn't tried to apologize the night before when too many drinks with Hopper had him a little tipsy. Even if Richie accepted a slightly drunk apology he wouldn't be able to fully appreciate everything else.

"Rich..." He all but whined, shifting a little at the squirming because, okay, it was one thing to be this aware of the feeling of his boyfriend between his legs but it was another thing to feel him, like, moving. "What if... what if I didn't want to focus on the other twenty-five percent?" He asked. Maybe this wasn't the time for it or they actually would focus on the twenty-five percent or whatever but Richie should know he wanted too. That the seventy-five percent was within the realm of possibilities.

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-17 03:34 am UTC (link)
"Thanks," Richie said, as if the numbers he'd pulled up hadn't just been plucked from random out of the air, completely arbitrary, except for the parts where they kind of also weren't. "I always liked math." That was true, not that Richie's aptitude for numbers had anything to do with the moment at hand.

It didn't feel nearly as important in comparison to the touching, to Eddie's most bare thighs, the way his knees were pressed into the bed around Richie's hips. Eddie looked good up there, taller than Richie for the first time ever, maybe, and Richie just. Liked looking.

He licked his lower lip, considering the question as if it was actually difficult to answer. And maybe, in some ways, it was. That twenty-five percent hadn't exactly been an out just for Eddie. But -- "Then we focus on the seventy-five instead." He said, careful, even as he brushed his thumb against his inner thigh. "Whatever you want, Eddie." In this, at least, Richie had some restraint.

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-19 03:48 am UTC (link)
"Maybe you should've been a risk analyst too." He said but knew that, while Eddie found the job interesting, Richie would've hated it. Math may have played an important part in what he did but Richie had always been a little fidgety. He was smart but that brilliance had always been overshadowed by Richie's constant need to move and speak and work off whatever abundance of energy kept him moving and speaking. He wouldn't have liked sitting still long enough to research trends. He would've been bored and unhappy.

He may have shivered a little as Richie's thumb moved along the sensitive skin of his inner thigh chasing away lingering thoughts of Richie as the risk analyst. He smiled a little at those words and moved a hand to touch the comedian's jaw, thumb rubbing through the stubble there. His hair still needed to be cut but it wasn't as horrible as Eddie had tried to claim. "I want what you want." He said after a moment because, yes, he sort of did want to focus on the other seventy-five percent but knew that, maybe, Richie wasn't feeling it yet or ready to focus on that. Getting worked up and wanting to do those things wasn't exactly the same as being ready for them or feeling like the moment was right. He'd stated what he would like to do but he was fine with waiting.

"Here's a thought... and I know it's going to be weird coming from me but, you know, hear me out. What if we focus on neither?" He suggested with a shrug. "Not the twenty-five percent or the seventy-five percent. None of it. What if we just take this slowly and see where we end up at?" No pressure on either of them that way. It didn't matter if one or the other decided they weren't ready because there was no goal in mind here. "I mean... the most we've done is a lot of cuddling and some kissing. We could start there, throw in some touching since you're doing that already and I don't want you to stop." He offered. They could work from there. Maybe it wasn't dragging each other into the bedroom but it was a step in that direction.

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-19 11:22 pm UTC (link)
Richie was smart. He'd always been near the top of the class back in middle and high school, had effortlessly gotten A's in about every subject, even when he'd raced through his homework in order to run out of his house in order to meet up with his friends all that much faster. He hadn't faired so well in college, too fidgety, and his brain always buzzing too much to be able to concentrate on long assignments, especially with no one to tell him to settle the fuck down. He'd ended up dropping out, no academic goals in sight, anyway. There was no risk assessment in his future because, yeah. It would have made him miserable. Eddie was a different kind of focused and patient than he was, and always had been, even if he'd been a little shit with too much energy sometimes too. But that was the pent up kind - from being forced to sit still and pretend to be fragile in his home. Richie just... didn't have any excuse at all. "You're only saying that because you like the idea of me in a tie every day," he said softly. He was paying more attention to the way Eddie was shivering, trembling slightly under his touch. It was intoxicating.

"I want everything." And he did. He really, really did. Richie wanted to much that he was pretty sure it was the only thing he was good at, some days. He wanted to be good at getting, at giving, but that was something that took practice and courage and he was fucking trying okay. That had nothing to do with math at all.

Eddie's suggestion was both kind and reasonable and Richie felt weirdly grateful for it in a way he couldn't really explain. Maybe he was just going on some kind of emotional rollercoaster after having laid in bed feeling sorry, depressed and anxious for a few days. But he'd be fucking damned if he burst out into tears the first time he had open access and permission to just see what happened between them. So he nodded a little aggressively, and tugged Eddie down a little for more kissing before he got his hands on Eddie's ass, smoothing the red fabric and tracing it down to where it ended. So fucking short. These shorts were going to kill him.

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-21 01:10 pm UTC (link)
He laughed at the accusation. "In a suit and tie every day with your hair brushed, are you fucking kidding me?" And it was a really, really nice image. Richie cleaned up nicely and he'd look really sexy in a suit but Eddie didn't like the image. He didn't like the idea of it being an everyday thing. He certainly didn't like the hair brushed and tamed. He bit his lower lip as the touching continued, trying to keep his focus on something other than those hands. "I'd hate it." He said after a moment. Lifting his hands he cupped both of Richie's cheeks so the comedian had to look at him. "I like you." It was the same problem he had when they were younger and Richie showed up looking nervous and a little hopeful at that party. Sure, he was handsome and maybe even sexy in Eddie's imagination but he wasn't Richie and he wouldn't be happy. Given a choice he'd always pick messy hair and Hawaiian shirts.

Okay, maybe that moment was meant to be teasing and he'd turned it serious but wasn't it important to let people know these things? Shouldn't Richie hear that Eddie's preferences hadn't changed since he grew up? Especially in this moment after Eddie had left him feeling miserable and alone. "I love you."

If he could give Richie everything, he would. Not just in a sappy way since, apparently, he was feeling a little sappy. The two of them were nervous though, maybe even a little scared. They could give each other something and work towards everything else but the best he could offer now was that compromise. That plan to see where it goes. To see what they were comfortable with. It seemed to be enough if the way Richie was looking at him was anything to go by.

Kissing was definitely something he could do. Something he liked doing now. Maybe it was because he was kissing Richie or maybe it had something to do with any sort of kissing not really being a choice for most of his life. He hadn't wanted to kiss his mother on the cheek but if he hadn't she wouldn't let him leave. He hadn't wanted to kiss Myra. He wanted to kiss Richie. He wanted Richie's hands on his ass too because, maybe, he huffed a surprised noise into the kiss but he didn't shy away. His fingers threaded through Richie's dark hair, giving a playful tug before he broke the kiss to breathe.

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-21 07:21 pm UTC (link)
"Oh," Richie said, his eyes going a little glassy despite his best efforts because Eddie was being candid in a way he normally wasn't, and it was -- it really was just very nice to hear that he didn't have to try changing who he was in order to be what someone wanted. Who Eddie wanted. And it wasn't like ... he didn't know. He did, mostly (even if he didn't always know why). But it had been a rough few days and the reassurance was just as nice as the pressure of Eddie's palms against his cheeks. It was grounding, and yeah, maybe a little sappy but it shouldn't have been a surprise to Eddie at all that Richie was not-so-secretly romantic as hell.

"I love you," he said, but it was mostly swallowed up in a kiss. And maybe that was for the best -- Eddie knew, and frankly the two of them were entirely too chatty sometimes, and they'd never get anywhere at all if they didn't just shut up for a second and let their hands do more talking than their mouths.

Squeezing Eddie's perfect as was all well and fine, but Richie, rather emboldened by how this was working out so far, decided to press his luck a bit further by hooking his thumbs in the waistband of those little shorts and inching them down.

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-23 03:59 am UTC (link)
Loving Richie was easy. Sure, he could be a little annoying and obnoxious, he liked to argue over things he knew Eddie was right about, and he liked to turn almost everything into a competition but he had good qualities too. Richie was charming, he was sociable, and he was actually pretty funny. Eddie, of course, would never admit that one. Beyond that, however, he had this softer, sweeter side to him. That sappy romantic part of him that he'd tried to cover up but that shone so brightly when they were together. He was pretty thoughtful and he listened. It didn't matter what stupid shit Eddie was ranting about, Richie might tease him or argue with him but he'd always listened. There was something else too. Something that Eddie was so sure no one else would get. Richie made him feel normal. Sure, he made him feel special too and that one was great but it didn't have quite the same weight behind it. Richie had always made him feel like he fit in, like he had a place even during moments when Eddie wasn't sure he was. He'd never been afraid to be a little rough, never treated Eddie like he was made of glass. It just meant so much.

As a kid he'd never dared hope for this. Derry and his mother wouldn't allow it and he'd always sort of told himself it was in his head. It wasn't until years later, after fear had almost lead to Richie's death, when they were about to descend towards that nightmare clown's lair that he had realized he'd never been imagining things. Richie loved him. He hadn't necessarily understood in what way then... though he sort of had a feeling he knew the answer to that one too. There was always a look in Richie's eyes that the other couldn't quite cover up with jokes about his mom. These days he understood, he knew, that Richie was in love with him. He didn't understand why but he was glad that the other man was because Eddie was in love with him too.

There was no need to say it. He knew it but Richie needed to hear it. He needed to know it was still true even after Eddie had been stupid and nearly ruined things.

Expressing it in other ways was good too. Like kissing or those hands squeezing his ass while they kissed. He wasn't pulling away or trying to convince Richie to place those hands elsewhere. He actually did want the shorts off. He didn't want to break the kiss again in order to tell Richie that he was allowed to take them off if he wanted to. That seemed like it might be putting pressure on him. So he allowed it happen. He let Richie hook his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and start to inch them off. Maybe a soft whine escaped his lips into the kiss but Eddie had always been the impatient sort. Richie knew that.

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-23 11:36 pm UTC (link)
There was just a lot of difference between knowing something and hearing it in reaffirmation. It was the difference between knowing that Galaxie 500's album Today was practically transcendent and actually listening to it and getting swept away in it. Eddie telling Richie he loved him was like that. Richie could fucking live in those words, play them on repeat and keep them and it just --

It just fucking mattered on a life changing scale. And he was glad that Eddie knew that about him, that he needed that kind of attention even if wasn't exactly necessary. And Richie knew he didn't always make it easy. He could have just as well gone and found Eddie out in the last few days. But instead he'd wallowed in his own shitty, blue-mooded misery. They were still learning things about each other, maybe. It was hard to know everything, or even the right thing to do, after twenty seven years apart.

"Fuck," Richie breathed into Eddie's mouth, their lips still mostly pressed together but getting Eddie's sexy little shorts off was like -- a fucking life goal, okay. He'd been thinking about it for most of his life (the relevant parts of it, anyway) and slipping them down his thighs was -- it was something else. He traced his hands back up, palms running over newly bare skin, the curve of Eddie's ass. "I wanna see," he said, and Rich wished to god he could just put on a sexy Voice, but it was just him, too honest and too earnest.

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-26 04:18 am UTC (link)
Twenty-seven years was a long time. They'd lived without one another longer than they'd known each other. One could argue that they were total strangers now. That they knew nothing about each other because, in those twenty-seven years, they'd grown and changed. They had careers and lives outside of each other that neither of them could've ever imagined for the other. Eddie, however, would argue that he would always know Richie.

It didn't matter if they'd forgotten each other; there were holes in their lives the exact size and shape as the other. Maybe there were things they had to relearn or learn about each other but that was okay. It was actually minor in the grand scheme of things and, he liked to think, neither of them would've really been happy with the other if they hadn't grown too. As long as they could still bicker about stupid shit, annoy each other, and talk about anything and everything, as long as they both still knew what the other needed to hear and when, the rest could be worked out.

His fingers gripped just a little tighter to Richie's fabric covered shoulders once the shorts had been slipped down his thighs, leaving certain parts of him completely bare. Part of him was glad they were gone (they were getting a little tight) but he couldn't deny that he was a little nervous. He was only partially naked in front of the love of his life. That would be fine but Richie wanted to see.

Eddie whined just a little as he tried to distract Richie with another kiss. Just long enough to buy himself some time to work up the courage and the actual willpower to move. He kind of liked being that close to the other. He would've had to move eventually anyway. Breaking the kiss, he reluctantly pulled away. He moved off of Richie and onto the bed where he pulled his shorts off completely and with absolutely no grace at all. He wasn't trying to be sexy. He was just trying to untangle his legs.

"I kinda feel silly." He admitted as he resisted the urge to pull his shirt down and cover himself up a little more. "Pantsless while you get to be fully dressed. You should, at least, take your shirt off." He was teasing. Sort of. He really did want Richie's shirt off just because he kinda... well, he liked how broad Richie's shoulders were. He sort of wanted to touch and press kisses to the skin. Maybe he wanted to be a little mean and bite a little. He wasn't sure but focusing on that was making it easier to not focus on being half naked in front of the other. "My shirt's staying on until you lose something."

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-27 03:13 am UTC (link)
It was both blessing and shame that Eddie moved away from straddling him -- blessing, because that got those little shorts all the way off (even if Richie loved them, pantsless was still the better deal in this instance), shame because even if it hadn't lasted long, Richie had really been enjoying the sturdy weight of Eddie where he'd been.

Still, Rich scrambled up a little to sitting, looking rumpled but also like there was some kind of revelation happening here. He felt around with his right hand at the edge of the bed and then further on the nightstand for his glasses because he wasn't going to look away from Eddie for his glasses even if finding them faster might have helped with the whole looking thing in general.

He found them, eventually, and pushed them onto his face, wishing for steadier hands in a moment like this. "Eds," he said, smiling like an absolute idiot because Eddie was cute as hell. He was always so fucking cute. But he was sexy too. "I'll do whatever you want." And that was true. That had always been true -- even if he'd argue and bitch and have a war about it first, he'd always do whatever Eddie wanted. "But you shouldn't threaten me by trying to keep that Winnie the Pooh look, you know, like somehow your dignity is being preserved." Richie's grin was sharp, even as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it over the edge of the bed.

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-27 04:42 pm UTC (link)
"Shut up, dick." Look. He knew it wasn't a good threat. What good was a shirt going to do him when everything else was already on display? It was the only thing he could think of and he could be a stubborn asshole. Eddie narrowed his eyes at the other man before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it down enough to cover himself. He stayed like that for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Fuck it." He murmured before peeling off his shirt and tossing it at Richie's face.

Okay. So now he was completely naked in front of his best friend and the love of his life. The love of his life who was currently wearing glasses and could see everything. Eddie wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel in this moment. There were a list of things he wanted to do which ranged from pulling the covers over him to try and maintain his dignity to crawling back on top of Richie. He decided, instead, to focus on what he could see of the other. His arms, his larger hands, those broad shoulders that Eddie still wanted to press kisses to...

Maybe that's where he should start. Slowly. He didn't quite look at Richie as he moved closer to him once again. Eddie didn't straddle him this time even if that would've made things easier. There was a possibility that Richie might want to get out of his own pants and Eddie wasn't sure he'd want to move again once he got comfortable. He still managed to lean in close enough to press a brief kiss to Richie's lips. The glasses sort of got in the way. "If you're wondering, yes, you can fucking touch me." Because Eddie planned on still touching him, on trailing kisses from his lips along the side of his face before dropping his lips to his shoulders.

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-27 11:09 pm UTC (link)
Naked. Richie had Eddie Kaspbrak naked in bed with him. It was everything he'd ever wanted and more, if he was being honest. It was the kind of thing that took a high amount of processing power and Richie's brain sort of stuttered out, blanking, and it took way longer to reboot it and get everything running again than he cared to admit. So he just stared, mouth slightly open as he took everything in.

Eddie was kind of fucking fit, for one thing. Like, the guy did sit ups or ran places (more than just away from killer clowns) on a semi-regular basis or something because he just. He just looked really fucking good. Now that Rich had his glasses on, he could see how good he looked, how his thighs were goddamned killer, how he was small, sure, but not really little.

He felt like an idiot for taking his own shirt off now that there was a basis of comparison. Not that Eddie seemed to care, not that Richie could tell, because he was moving in for a kiss and wow. "Uh," Richie said, slow on the uptake but not slow enough to not kiss back, not nearly slow enough to not shift himself closer to Eddie, to lay his hands on his stupidly perfect thighs and trace their way up them. "Thank fuck," he breathed out, because there was no way. No way he wouldn't be able to touch now.

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-28 01:54 am UTC (link)
If you asked Eddie he would say he was average. There was nothing all that remarkable about him. He wasn't Ben with Ben's, well, everything or even Mike. He didn't consider himself sexy but, at the moment, he kind of felt it. Richie was speechless. He knew that. He could tell by the way the other man was sort of just staring at him. The way his mouth hung open a little as he took it all in. Maybe it would've been nice to hear but, with Richie, silence spoke a lot louder than words. If he'd managed to render his talkative friend speechless then he was doing something right. Or wrong. He wanted to assume this was the good kind of speechless.

Any of the Losers wouldn't be surprised to know that Eddie ran on a regular basis. He'd always liked to run. When no one was really paying attention to him, when no one was reminding him of what he could and couldn't do he was pretty fast too. He would've been happy on the track team in school. He would've loved the chance to run but his mother hadn't allowed it. He still loved to run though and, later in life, that had lead to secret gym memberships where he could get on a treadmill and run and pretend he could run away from his life, his mother, his wife, and himself. Maybe he would take up running again. Maybe he could convince Richie or Stan to come with him. Maybe they'd both join him.

Eddie smiled as kissing at Richie's shoulders turned into mouthing at the skin, scraping his teeth across it gently but stopping short of anything that could sting or leave a mark. "You're so fucking sexy." He murmured against the skin because, to him, it was true. Maybe Richie didn't think much of the way he looked but Eddie liked it. He liked his hands, his arms, his broad shoulders. He liked his chest and the chest hair. He wasn't asking Richie to get naked, allowing the other to do that when he felt comfortable, but he was sure he'd like the rest of what he saw too. The other man didn't need abs or to be fit for Eddie to be physically attracted to him.

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-28 06:08 am UTC (link)
Richie would get to it -- later. And maybe a little jokingly (but that didn't mean he didn't mean it, either, it just softened blows for him, made things easier to say), but he'd definitely bring up how hot Eddie was and once he got started, he'd probably never stop.

And sure, maybe he'd run. It wasn't like Richie was completely averse to working out or anything. He didn't actively do it, but he never really sat still anyway, so it was safe to say he was burning off whatever calories he needed to just by pacing around and gesticulating wildly, most days. But it wasn't like he really had a reason to say no.

"You're blinder than me," Richie said, but it was teasing and light, not really a protest. Rich was entirely too focused on running his hands over Eddie's hips, hyper focused on the little V dip going there, basically just inviting Richie to look at his dick. It was fucking mesmerizing. He didn't know what the fuck was wrong with him for not just touching that yet, maybe getting his mouth all over that whole beautiful situation.

Forty year old Richie was an idiot and an asshole coward, he couldn't help but think. Because 16 year old Richie? He'd be in fucking PlowTown by this point, no doubt.

Richie squirmed then, his hands going to undo his own jeans, the zipper and tug them down because he didn't know what he fuck he was waiting for, didn't know why he was still sitting around half clothed like some kind of jackass when Eddie was sitting here, sucking and kissing at his shoulder like a man on a mission all while completely naked. "Leave a mark," he said then, pleaded practically.

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-28 06:53 pm UTC (link)
Eddie couldn't help but laugh because he recognized that the other was only teasing. If Richie had been serious, well, Eddie would've had to figure out something to do about it. Like, maybe, press kisses to every inch of his skin until Richie knew he was attractive.

The other man seemed a little too distracted to be serious though, his eyes weren't even really on Eddie's face anymore. He was just admiring parts of his body and, oddly enough, Eddie didn't mind. He thought he'd feel a little more nervous about it. A little anxious and worried about letting the man he was sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with see this much of himself. He'd never really thought much about his body beyond the old fears that it was rotting from the inside out. Myra had never even paid him a compliment. Having someone appreciate it now was, well, it was good.

Okay, look, maybe a 16 year old Richie would've been making moves and, maybe, he would've already been tangled up in his best friend. There was no guarantee that a 16 year old Eddie would've actually let him get very far. Not when they'd have to worry about his mother hearing or when he'd have to slink off back home later. 40 year old Eddie didn't have a mother to worry about. Besides that, the fear they both felt at 16 over who they were and what they wanted would've put the breaks on things before they even began.

Neither of them had to worry about that anymore. Maybe they both had bad days where they were still afraid of themselves. Where stepping out into the world, even this small pocket universe, as a gay man weighed on them but they had each other. That mattered. It helped. At least, it helped Eddie. Doing the scary things with Richie at his side made a difference.

He kissed back up along Richie's neck, smiling against his skin at the pleading. "If that's what you want..." He murmured, fingers curling in the messy hair, just enough to give those curls a playful tug. It was a little too long. Richie needed to get it cut. He almost laughed at the thought because that really had no place in what they were doing but it was amusing. Instead of thinking about it too much he ducked his head to press kisses to that unmarked skin, choosing a spot to bite down upon just a little harder, just enough that Richie would feel in before sucking a bruise into the skin.

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-29 10:24 pm UTC (link)
Richie didn't necessarily think himself attractive. But he also didn't think, right now, what he looked like mattered so much. So long as Eddie seemed happy with him (which he did), Richie wasn't going to dwell on the fact that he had a bit too much forehead or that he was just softer than Eddie was.

There was no real point wondering what past them would have gotten up to in their teenage years, Richie supposed. Just every now and again he thought about how some smaller and more awkward (if that was fucking possible) version of himself would be losing his damn mind if he knew that this was something he'd eventually be able to have.

You know. If he ever got around to taking. Not that he and Eds weren't doing a bang up job of the attempt right now. Richie didn't feel overly nervous, not this second. He just felt good. Warm. Wanted by Eddie as much as he wanted. "I want everything," he said, raw and honest, and pulled at Eddie's waist to get him closer yet even as Eddie went to town making a mark on him which -- yeah. Yeah, he'd wanted that. Richie made a noise, low and a little pornographic in its approval. It felt good, just a little tiny hurt before it was pressure and wet and Eddie's fucking mouth.

"C'mere, c'mere," he found himself saying, breathless and made a little dumb by Eddie basically just existing in his atmosphere, but he was tugging anyway, until Eddie was straddling his lap again, because it felt important. He wanted to be properly face to face. "I'm going to touch your dick," he declared, "which, if I haven't said yet, is really kind of great looking. Like, A+. Congratulations for having such a fantastic dick."

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-12-03 09:38 am UTC (link)
It didn't matter what Richie thought of himself because Eddie liked what he saw. He liked the amount of kissable forehead and he liked that the other man was a little softer. He just liked Richie and probably always would no matter what he looked like. Even when he, inevitably, started going grey and wrinkly he would still be the handsomest man Eddie had ever laid eyes upon.

There probably wasn't a reason to focus on what younger versions of themselves would do. They could, at least, agree that Eddie's mother would've totally killed one of them if she had ever found out. Killed one and locked the other away for the rest of his life or tried something more drastic.

What even was that noise? Was that what Richie sounded like in bed? Low and deep and pornographic and so much better than anything Eddie had ever heard in his life. It made him want to do it again, to get Richie to make more of those sounds because, fuck, he was pretty sure he could listen to them all night.

Getting Richie to make those noises again was going to have to wait because Eddie wasn't the only one who missed their previous position. He crawled carefully right back into Richie's lap and straddled him once again, fully aware that they were both naked. That there was more skin contact now than there had ever been between them. It would've been a little daunting if Richie hadn't found a way to make it seem so normal. If he hadn't opened up his mouth to talk about Eddie's dick and pulled a laugh from the other. "I'm sure you say that about all the dicks in your life." He teased though, really, what the fuck was he even saying? He didn't know. Did it matter? He'd wonder what he was thinking later but, right now, it was just better to focus on feeling and touching and to keep laughing through this so it didn't get too big or scary or wahtever.

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-12-05 04:05 am UTC (link)
Eddie being back in his lap was fucking awesome. Richie had been in it deep looking at all that skin before, but now he was just over the fucking moon because Eddie was like a little furnace and their skin was touching all over the damn place and basically he just wanted this always. Like, forever. He never wanted Eddie clothed again. Except maybe in those shorts. Those could stay. Just so Richie could take them off of him again -- maybe with a bit more flair the next time around.

"I have said it to myself," he agreed at Eddie's nonsensical words - which, of course, made perfect sense to Richie. "But I mean it more with you. Were you a dick model in your younger years? Don't be shy, you can tell me." If joking around made it easier, if laughing made it more fun, well, then Eddie couldn't have possibly have found better company. Which, thank fuck.

Experimentally, he traced the pads of his fingers up the length of Eddie's cock, clearly awed.

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-12-07 02:49 pm UTC (link)
Eddie was very much into the idea of neither of them ever wearing clothing again. All the skin on skin contact short circuiting the rational part of his brain. He was just going to blame any nonsense that came out of his mouth on that because he was sure there was going to be a lot.

Richie could always understand him or, at least, hazard a guess as to what he might, possibly mean and usually end up right. Eddie laughed a little as he moved in closer, wrapping his arms around Richie in an attempt to feel as much of their skin pressed together as possible. "You can't tell anyone." He teased, feeling playful enough to joke around with the other. "My dick was on the cover of every high end dick magazine when I was in my twenties." He managed to get that out in a completely serious tone before laughing. Joking made it easier, laughing made it more fun. He was able to focus less on the fact that he'd never done this with a man before and more on the fact that he was doing this with Richie.

Eddie let out a soft moan, squirming a little involuntarily at the light, experimental touch. It nearly felt teasing in a way but it echoed the things Eddie's own hands wanted to do to Richie. So he allowed himself to do just that. He allowed his hands to start moving over warm skin, to start committing the feel of it to memory. Maybe his own touches were a little more innocent than Richie's but he was working his way towards the comedian's dick.

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-12-08 03:25 am UTC (link)
"I knew it," Richie hissed, and only pulled back for long enough to look at Eddie's dick again, to theatrically whisper right at it. "I knew you were familiar. I felt like I always knew you." He could't help himself, not really. He had to make dumb jokes, anything to get that huff of an embarrassed laugh out of Eddie, anything to make this easier on the both of them. Because Richie was so fucking happy right now, he was liable to burst out into tears and he didn't think he'd be able to live down being the guy who threw up every time he got really anxious and who cried in the bedroom. That shit wasn't a good look.

"Oh," he said, distracted immediately by the way Eddie was squirming in his lap, the little moan he'd just made. They could just do this and Richie would be happy. Eddie didn't even have to touch if he didn't want to -- even though, yeah, Richie would have been really just more than fine with it if he did want to. "Eds," he said, fingers curling around his erection, curious but bolder than he might have given himself credit for earlier. There was nothing to be nervous about. This was Eddie, and Rich'd been looking for excuses to touch him since they were eleven.

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-12-12 03:28 am UTC (link)
Eddie huffed out an embarrassed little laugh as Richie stage whispered to his dick. He was in love with an idiot, but Eddie already knew that. He appreciated that Richie wasn’t taking this too seriously, that the other man could joke about it. That they could laugh and tease each other and take a little bit of the weight off. “I take it you’ve seen my work.” He teased. “Is that where your money was going in your youth, Rich? High end dick magazines?” He was happy. Deliriously happy. Happy enough to joke and tease with the other man, to laugh at Richie’s jokes without getting flustered or embarrassed. It was a good feeling.

That laughter died as Richie wrapped his hand around Eddie’s erection, as that hand actually moved on his cock. He let out a little gasp as he squirmed again, hips moving into that feeling. He’d had sex before, obviously. He was a married man and his marriage had come with a few… responsibilities. He’d never actually enjoyed it though. It hadn’t been like this. He hadn’t known it could be like this and all Richie was doing was touching him. "Rich..." He gasped, gripping onto one of those strong shoulders.

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-12-12 10:38 pm UTC (link)
"Well, who would want a trashy dick magazine?" Richie asked, bemused. "That sounds awful. Like -- I dunno. The equivalent of a dive bar in dick format." Richie probably could have painted that picture better, made it something truly absurd and awful but it seemed like a pretty bad time to actually start wanting things to be unattractive, considering.

Considering their nudity and his hand around Eddie's (wonderful) erection and the way he was gasping and sort of pushing into Richie's hand all at once. Fucking hot. Like, Richie had to blink for a second before nodding, his head bobbing up and down like he was emphatically agreeing with something. Which he was. "Yeah," he said, encouraging. "S'okay, Eds. You're supposed to like it. Make some noise if you want." Eddie's grip on his shoulders was something he took as further encouragement and so he decided to just give this his all. It wasn't hard, anyway. It was nice. Easy movements, his hand sliding up and then down again, his thumb tracing the curve of the tip of his dick -- just like Richie did for himself on days he was feeling a bit fancy and like he wanted something more than a cursory wank in the shower.

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-12-13 01:39 am UTC (link)
"There's probably a market for it." Eddie said with a laugh. Though he wasn't sure what a trashy dick magazine would actually look like. What even was a dive bar in dick format? For that matter what did a high-end dick magazine look like? He was putting way too much thought into this joke now. It was better to just laugh and move on so he did. Eddie laughed. He didn't ask any other questions or attempt to think about trashy vs classy dick magazines. There were more important things to focus on.

Things like Richie's hand on his dick and the way it was making him feel. The easy way that pleasure came without being tainted by something like guilt or self loathing or whatever negative emotions seemed to attach themselves to it when he had to sleep with his ex-wife. It just felt right with Richie. Maybe that was the main difference. It felt right. He actually let out a moan as Richie got a little more into it, unable to stop himself from rolling his hips into that feeling. "Fuck..." Was it okay to kiss? He kind of wanted to. "Stop looking at my dick and kiss me." He demanded because, apparently, he was the demanding type.

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-12-13 10:04 pm UTC (link)
"There's a market for everything," Richie agreed with a Face. "Doesn't mean it should exist." Listen, he didn't know a lot about everything but he wasn't exactly a virgin to the internet. He'd seen some shit he wished he hadn't, and seen some shit he wished he'd paid more attention to. That was just how it was.

But yeah, there were better things to be paying attention to -- like how Eddie was moaning and felt silky in his hand, the slide of him smooth and perfect. Why hadn't he done this sooner? He blinked, glanced away from the Very Good work he was doing and smiled a little goofily at Eddie. "Bossy," he said, and so obviously liked it. There was no going wrong with Eddie, when Eddie could (and would) so easily demand what it was he wanted. "You could've kissed me," he said, like it was obvious. But he leaned in a little anyway, the fingers of his free hand cupping the back of Eddie's neck until they were kissing again and no one could come up with anything clever to say because they were too busy.

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