Who: Richie and Eddie (as adults) Where: Their 'honeymoon spot' When:Backdated to when they were both adults. What: Looking for a private room for themselves and enjoying it. Status: closed, started as gdoc, possibly ongoing in the comments. Warnings: High for sex.
Richie made a detour before going to the hotel, stopping at what once was (and would later become again) a pharmacy. Because, while they had worked through Eddie's discomfort about going without condoms years ago, they were far too old and far too experienced to do this sort of thing using only pilfered lotion for lube. Also Richie had a tendency to like snacks after.
So he had a bag filled with some necessities, and some not so necessities, that would let them stock the room well enough for a while.
He wasn't actually sure anything major would happen tonight. He hoped, but they also weren't 25 anymore and sometimes things lost track half way through which led to them just hanging around naked and watching horrible "documentaries" about UFOs or Bigfoot. He liked those nights almost as much anyway.
Once he got to the hotel lobby he waited there for Eddie, poking around at some of the lavish decorations because sometimes he just couldn't help himself.
Eddie was more like Richie than he admitted and their connection was stronger now, more than the shine as kids. He had brought his own bag of snacks, mostly fruits, because they healthier than the junk Richie would pick. Plus, they were a healthy way to replenish after sex - and fun to feed berries and grapes to each other. There was wrapped soap that didn't smell too girly or childish too. Because sometimes after getting all sweaty, they showered together.
Eddie walked into the lobby and just watched Richie for a moment, smiling at the way he was simply being Richie. He'd know he was there. He cleared his throat loudly when it looked like Richie might poke at one of the heavier decorations and put on a fake annoyed expression. "Don't make anything drop on your foot."
Richie did know Eddie was there but it was almost like he didn't quite notice at the same time. Eddie's presence in his mind was just as familiar, if not more, than Richie being on his own. But that vague awareness was enough that he wasn't surprised when Eddie cleared his throat.
"What, you don't want to play doctor and nurse your poor bedridden husband back to health?" He teased, wrapping his free arm around Eddie's middle and leaning down to kiss him, despite the tight purse of his lips and the little wrinkle between his eyebrows that usually meant Eddie was grumpy about something. He usually tried not to be overly affectionate in the house when they weren't all adults, only stealing light kisses and the occasional hidden tap to Eddie's butt when no one was looking, waiting until they were behind closed doors for much else. He didn't want to gross out their younger friends, but at the same time also didn't want to put pressure on the younger versions of themselves to get together. It felt inevitable, like there was no way the two of them could exist not together, but the timelines could be different and he didn't want them to feel like they had to. He figured there wasn’t any hiding that they were together, and the kids would all talk, but if they weren’t overbearingly together, it might not come across as a big deal.
Now though, when they were on their own, Richie had a hard time keeping his hands to himself.
Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie, closed his eyes and sunk into the kiss. He let his hands roam over Richie's back and down to his ass. He had an easier time with public affection then he would have if had grown up in Derry. He still struggled with it at times, some small voice reminding him of his biological mother's reaction to any pda. Adding kid versions of his friends to that made it feel more awkward. Now that they were alone, they could enjoy their time together properly.
When he slowly broke off the kiss, he muttered. "There's a huge difference between playing doctor and actually doctoring. Especially with a patient that can't stay still like you." He moved his hands off Richie's behind and pointed at him, but there was no real annoyance in his voice. "Do you really want me tying you to a bed and...oh forget it." He rolled his eyes, taking Richie's hand. "C'mon, let's check out rooms."
Richie laughed wholeheartedly when Eddie cut himself off and leaned down, teeth nipping the tip of Eddie's finger. "We both definitely know the answer to that question Dr. Dirty." He grinned, but obediently took Eddie's hand to follow him.
Once in the elevator Richie pressed a random button somewhere towards the top of the building and then spent the time it took to get there wrapping himself around Eddie from behind, fingers teasing their way up the bottom of his shirt.
"Gotta say, I'm going to enjoy getting to feel you up without worrying about our parents walking in." He mumbled into the side of Eddie's neck, lips pulled in a smile against his skin.
"I know." Eddie said with a smirk; he was enjoying it just as much. There was something almost magical about letting Richie take the lead. He could just feel his hands, relax and enjoy the moment without having to be in charge of every little thing.
Eddie's finger reached out when the elevator finally stopped and he pushed the 'door close' button, then a button for the absolute top floor. "Penthouse is best." He joked, any room would do. He simply wanted a few more moments before they had to leave the elevator. He untucked his shirt to make it easier for Richie's hands and leaned back, pressing their bodies even closer together.
Richie may tease Eddie about their height difference (almost constantly) but more often than not, he actually quite enjoyed it. If he bent his knees just right and settled them on either side of Eddie's legs, he had just enough space to crowd Eddie in and almost envelop him, even when they were standing.
"Ooh, high roller huh?" He joked, kissing his way across Eddie's neck toward his shoulder while his hands drifted higher, nails lightly dragging along the hair below Eddie's navel.
"Hell, yeah." Eddie murmured. There were more words that he meant to say, a bit of light sarcasm about the 'expensive' life on the station. Somehow it got lost with the feel of Richie's lips and hands. Richie was amazing like that. He could make him feel safe, loved and at the same time so damn turned on. No one else could do that, not that he had tried with anyone else. He reached up and back, lightly running his fingers through Richie's hair. "You know me so well."
Richie chuckled against Eddie's skin as the elevator came to a stop, not moving right away. "Mm, lots of time to learn." He accentuated the words with a nip to Eddie's skin right at the junction of his neck and shoulder, working a mark there that would just barely be covered by his collars.
The elevator eventually started digging at them and Richie extracted himself with an over-exaggerated groan. "Getting cockblocked by a damn elevator now." He grumbled, reaching for Eddie's hand again to lead them down the hall and toward the rooms.
"Hey, hey. Mom might see." Eddie joked, not bothering to work up a very serious tone. Even in this time, their mom knew what her sons did as adults and never judged them for it.
Eddie chuckled and took Richie's hand, giving it a light squeeze. "Oh, c'mon you know you want a more romantic room than an elevator." Or at least that was what he wanted. A fireplace, jacuzzi, window on the ceiling to see out into space, guys could want all that shit. Richie had to know he had a list in mind.
“Let’s try this one.” He suggested, gesturing to a room door that was further apart than the other doors and figuring it would be a bigger and nicer room.
"Maybe I'm developing an exhibitionist streak, you never know." Richie joked, though even if it were true he wouldn't have wanted to explore that particular option anywhere their mother could see. An elevator might have been a thrilling idea in some circumstances, but not this one.
"Love it when my sugar daddy treats me." He teased, crowding up behind Eddie as he opened the door. It meant nothing in a place with no money, but it did feel like Eddie was looking out to spoil them, where Richie wouldn't have thought to.
Once they stepped in to the room Richie let out a low whistle. "You got good taste, Eds." The room was clearly well appointed, without being opulent. From what Richie could see there was a sitting area and a little kitchenette in this space and a few doors that must have led to a bathroom and separate bedroom. There was indeed a fireplace on the wall that separated the living area and sleeping one, and if he looked carefully Richie realized he could see through it so it could be used in both rooms. He thought the furnishings looked nice but still comfortable. "Veeery in good taste." He repeated, "In rooms and in men." He added with a wink.
----- "You deserve to be spoiled, babe." Eddie said with a light tone, though he meant it. Richie deserved the finest things. He wandered the room, giving it a simple look, for luxury and safety. He even peeked inside the fireplace to make sure it was solid. The Sullys could be the ones to lose their eyebrows and shit. He and Richie would be safe, wherever they were. Or at least, as safe as possible.
"I've always been good at finding stuff." He said with a shrug. Some part of him had known this would be the best room. It was much better to be using his gift in the hotel, then leading the way through a sewer.
Once he was satisfied, he placed his bag of snacks in the kitchenette and walked over to Richie. "You've got the best taste in men, sweet cheeks." He joked, giving Richie's ass a gentle squeeze. He knew he was lucky one to have a partner that put up with all his quirks. He glanced at Richie's bag. "Have you got anything we need to put away?" -----
"Hell yeah I do." Richie grinned when Eddie talked about his taste, leaning in to peck his cheek and let out an obnoxious growl with the hand on his ass.
"Just some of those sports drinks you like." Richie separated himself briefly to put the drinks in the fridge and unceremoniously drop his bag on one of the counters, fishing out the lube and shoving it in his pocket.
He went back to Eddie and, before he could protest, scooped him up in a bridal carry. It would have been too much to try and get him through the front door like this, juggling opening it while carrying him, but inside where Richie could just kick the door lightly to push it open, he thought it'd be doable. "Shall we?" He teased, considering Eddie didn't have much choice at that point.
"Thanks." Eddie said. For the drinks and for putting them away so he wouldn't worry about their shelf life. Old habits could be hard to break. He found himself tapping his fingers along the edge of the fireplace, not sure what he was checking for safety-wise. It simply made him feel better.
Richie caught him by surprise and he let out a startled "Hey" as he was lifted up. He reached one arm around Richie's neck gently. He used his other hand to gently stroke Richie's cheek, looking at him lovingly before replying. "Of course....Just don't drop me from this height."
Richie smiled, something softer and more gentle than the one he wore more often than not. It was one usually only seen when Richie thought no one was looking, just pure and happy. "I won't." He reassured, pushing the bedroom door open with his foot.
He wouldn't be able to carry Eddie a very long distance, the other man was well-toned and solid and, while Richie was careful not to get too out of shape, he was a bit softer around the middle than he used to be. "I'll just drop you from this one," he grinned once he reached the bed, letting Eddie fall just a few inches to land on the mattress, Richie himself crawling up after him.
"You asshole." Eddie mock grumbled. He couldn't truly complain about landing safely on a soft mattress with his head perfectly on the pillow. He reached for a switch near the bed, recognizing it from years of station life. With a simple flick, the lights dimmed and a small fire ignited in the fireplace, giving the room a romantic glow. It wasn't too dark. He wanted them to be able to see each other.
As soon as Richie was close enough, he gently tugged him close her and pressed their lips together in a kiss. He moved his hands up, running his fingers through Richie's hair. When the kiss ended, he added. "You sexy asshole."
Richie hummed a soft laugh against Eddie's lips as they kissed, settling so one hand was on the bed supporting himself and the other was at Eddie's hip, resuming what he'd started in the elevator and creeping under his shirt.
"Yeah, but I'm your sexy asshole." He teased, kissing his way down the side of Eddie's neck and finding the mark he'd left under his collar, spending a few moments deepening it. It was far enough down that, when Eddie was dressed, it wouldn't really show unless someone was really looking for it, but Richie knew he'd be looking for it.
"And I'm yours." Eddie kept moving his fingers through Richie's hair. He liked that Richie's hair was a little unruly just like Richie. "So you don't have to mark me." He added teasingly. He didn't really mind the reminder of their time together - though he might be angling the mirrors the next time each time he dressed himself for a while, to make sure nothing showed. It would be a reminder for them, no one else.
Eddie moved his down slowly from Richie's hair, down his back and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up part way. He then let his hands move over Richie's back again, his nails leaving scratch marks. He knew his nails were too short to actually hurt him.
Richie whined a little bit but did ease up on Eddie's skin, "But I liiike it." And he did, he liked both wearing and leaving marks when they could. It was less about being possessive (though he did occasionally get so) and more about the reminder for himself.
He groaned and shivered a little with Eddie's fingers. His back had been a tough thing for him for a long time, and he still didn't usually like people touching it. But Eddie was always an exception and he knew how to make him feel good without reminders of the past. He sat up on his knees and scrambled quickly to get out of his shirts, pulling both his t-shirt and the garish Hawaiian one that had been on top of it over his head at once and throwing them off the side of the bed.
Once bare-chested Richie bent back over his husband and started to kiss his way across his collar, rocking their hips together slightly. "Top or bottom?" He asked against Eddie's skin, a little bit breathless.
"Then just keep them where no one will see." Eddie compromised. No one but the two of them. His hands were careful not to linger for long on Richie's scars, just kept them moving. The thought popped into his head that they should have been his scars. He forced the thought away. Not everything was his fault, especially since he'd been a kid and Higgs was a monster.
Eddie grinned and let out a wolf whistle once Richie's shirt was off. He made a few more gentle scratches over Richie's back then moved his hands lower and to the front, popping the button open on Rich's fly and unzipping it before tugging the pants down a little.
</i>(Top)</i> He sent in a zip-zip. He liked it when their minds and bodies touched at the same time. He hands went around to Richie's ass; he slipped them inside his boxers and gently brushed them over his partner's ass cheeks and crack, stopping himself before moving a finger into his hole. Another zip zio - an image of a tube of lube and a question mark. He always trusted Richie to take care of those details, protecting Eddie from feeling any self-consciousness back when he was younger and the habit remained.
Richie shivered with Eddie's zip-zip, something about the feeling of him in his mind the same time they were physically together had always been a tiny bit of a thrill. He hummed softly, (Mm, my favorite.). Sure, they both switched now and then, but Richie wasn't shy about saying which he preferred.
He nodded at the second message and dug around his pockets where they now slouched against his thighs until he came up with the bottle, handing it over to Eddie while he wiggled out of the rest of his clothes, letting them fall off the end of the bed. It was a little bit of a power trip, or maybe whatever the opposite of that would be, to be there completely naked while Eddie had only untucked his shirt, but Richie might have been leaning in to that on purpose.
"How you want me?" He asked, leaning in again so his lips brushed Eddie's ear, flooding his mind with quick flashes of imagery, all different positions Richie might take. They weren't quite pornographic, but they weren't not porn either.
It was Eddie's favorite too, must have come with being a bit of a control freak. He took his partner's stripping as a sign of his total comfort and trust. Then with the question, and the the mental touches, he picked up on more. He decided to leave his own clothes on for a little longer.
(Mmm...) Eddie murmured, slowing down the images as Richie sent them and then reversing them. He sent them back a little more slowly, with a little more of a pornographic edge and added himself in - turning them into little videos. Replaying their best sexual moments together was a bit of aphrodisiac in itself. He brought the images to a stop on them spooning while they made love. (On your side.) He instructed.
Eddie reached down and lowered his own pants and boxers, his idea of keeping them on was getting too uncomfortable. He held the lube in one hand and stroked his growing erection with his other hand as he watched Richie move onto his side.
Richie groaned, closing his eyes to enjoy the scenes Eddie sent him, one hand wandering between his thighs to stroke his own cock as his breath picked up, clearly enjoying the show. “And they all call me the dirty one.” he teased.
He leaned in, kissing Eddie’s jaw and letting his teeth graze the skin there briefly before he lay down, tucking a pillow under his arm so it would be easier to lean up and twist to meet Eddie later. (Do your worst.) he sent over, accentuating it with a wink and roll of his hips back against Eddie’s thigh.
"Are you sure they mean that kind of dirty?" Eddie teased and chuckled lightly. "C'mon, you love that my filthy side is just for you." He'd always been the shyer of the two publicly when it came to any kind of intimacy, but Richie brought something out in him when they were alone together.
Eddie let out a low growl, at the invitation. Lubing up his fingers, he moved one, then two into Richie's ass, seeking out his prostate and gently massaging it. He pressed his lips to Richie's back, giving him light kisses at the same time. Even his worst held a touch of romance.