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

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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