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.