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It wasn’t easy getting to where they are now, but Eddie would do it all over again, nearly dying at the hands of an evil alien clown and all, if it meant he always got to wake up wrapped around Richie’s warm, naked body every morning.
Months upon months of back and forth from New York to LA, dissolving his entire life there so he could settle with Richie. It took time and energy and strength Eddie didn’t know he was even capable of possessing, but at the end of it all, Richie was there with his infectious laugh and his awful jokes and his open arms.
Over a year on and they’ve built a new life together and Eddie couldn’t be happier, basking every morning in the warmth of the bed he shares with Richie and the sun that creeps in through the cracks in their blinds. He snuggles closer into Richie’s body as he reflects on how lucky he feels to be where he is right now.
Last night Richie had come home from a late meeting with the producers of the new show he was writing and directing. He had been exhausted but optimistic about where it was going. Eddie met him in the hallway; a tired smile playing at the corners of Richie’s mouth.
Eddie had reached up and cupped his face and kissed him, slow and deep. His hands pushed Richie’s jacket from his shoulders and made quick work unbuttoning his shirt. Richie’s hands were already pulling Eddie’s shirt up and off as Eddie finished getting Richie’s shirt open. When they were both shirtless, Richie had walked Eddie backwards as Eddie pulled him to their room.
By the time they fell into their bed, they were both down to their underwear. Richie covered Eddie’s body with his own, pressing kisses down the column of Eddie’s throat. Eddie had clutched and pawed at Richie’s broad shoulders and back, feeling as much of him as he could with just two hands. He’d wrapped his legs around Richie’s hips and held onto him tight.
He’d placed both hands on either side of Richie’s head and pulled him up until they were looking each other in the eyes. Richie’s glasses were half hanging off his face; fogged up and smudged to hell. He’d kissed him on the lips once; lingering.
“I fucking love you,” Eddie had practically breathed the words directly into Richie’s mouth.
Richie had kissed him back and Eddie had opened up his mouth to let Richie’s tongue in. They’d lapped at each other’s mouths until they were both gasping for air, then rested their foreheads together.
They’d rolled onto their sides; arms wrapped around each other, legs intertwining and chests pressed as close together as possible. They’d fallen asleep with their heads on the same pillow, as they often did. Eddie had once thought that sleeping so physically close to another person would be too warm and uncomfortable.
In the light of every new day that he wakes up with Richie, he thinks now that he couldn’t have been more wrong.
He’s pressed all along Richie’s left side now. Richie had turned on to his stomach during the night and Eddie had shifted with him, an arm and leg flung over Richie’s body. Eddie runs his hand over Richie’s back now, revelling in the light smattering of hair and the dip of his spine above his ass.
Eddie shifts up slightly so he can press a kiss to Richie’s cheek, just below his eye. He presses more kisses to all of Richie’s face that isn’t smushed into his pillow, before pressing a final one to the corner of Richie’s mouth, which is now pulling up into a lazy smile.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Richie’s sleep-slurred voice is like music to Eddie’s ears. His morning breath isn’t as pleasant.
“Your breath fucking reaks,” Eddie murmurs even as he presses a kiss to Richie’s lips. Richie laughs deep in his chest and it rumbles through his body into Eddie’s where he’s still half draped over Richie’s back.
“We go through this every morning and yet you never make any moves to do anything about it. I think you like my stank breath and that you just like to complain,” Richie teases, groaning as he stretches his limbs out and rolling on to his back, pulling Eddie with him. “Actually, scratch that, I know you just like to complain. Complaining makes up 85% of your personality.”
Richie beams up at Eddie, his body and face flushed and warm from sleep, lines etching one side of his face from where it was pressed into his pillow. He smooths his big hands up and down Eddie’s back; fingers trailing lightly over the notches of his spine.
“You can’t prove shit, fucko,” Eddie presses a kiss to the tip of Richie’s nose as he shivers at the feeling of Richie’s hands on his body. He keeps expecting the feeling of being touched by Richie to get old and not feel as big and all encompassing as this, but it never does.
Just like how touching Richie in turn still makes him feel like he’s going to combust every time. He’ll never get over how Richie’s body feels beneath his hands; his mouth; his own body. He wants to consume and be consumed by Richie.
Eddie shifts his leg higher over Richie’s hip and grinds his slowly hardening dick in the crease of Richie’s thigh. He kisses Richie hard and sloppy while his hands run up and down his chest, fingertips lighting up at the feeling of Richie’s chest hair and kneading at his pecs.
Richie’s hands grope Eddie’s ass, cupping his cheeks in each hand and squeezing. Eddie gasps into Richie’s mouth and Richie takes the opportunity to nip at Eddie’s lip. He groans as he grinds down harder against Richie, his hips stuttering as Richie pulls him fully on top of him; straddling him.
“God, Eddie,” Richie sighs as he drops his head back against the pillow as Eddie latches his mouth on to Richie’s neck. He bites gently and sucks at the delicate skin under the hinge of Richie’s jaw. Richie grips harder at Eddie’s hips and rolls his own up against Eddie. They’re both hard now.
Eddie trails his hands all over Richie’s torso as he sucks kisses down Richie’s throat to his chest. He kisses and touches as much of Richie’s body as possible, paying extra attention to his favourite spots; his collarbone, his pecs, the bumps of his ribs down the side of his body, the very middle of his slightly soft belly, the sensitive strip of skin below his belly button and above his groin.
Beneath his ministrations Richie gasps and twitches, clutching at Eddie’s shoulders; hair, cupping his face. It took a while, at the start, for Richie to be truly comfortable with the amount of attention Eddie loved to pay to his body, but now he revels in it as much as Eddie does because he knows how much Eddie loves it; loves him.
Eddie crawls his way back up Richie’s body and presses their chests together, pushing his arms under Richie’s back so he can hold him. He kisses Richie slow and deep as Richie’s arms wrap around him. They gently grind together as they kiss and hold on to each other, the fabric of each of their underwear damp and dragging deliciously against their hard lengths.
“Wanna come like this?” Richie rasps as they break apart briefly for air.
“Nah,” Eddie kisses across Richie’s cheekbone to press his lips to his ear. “Wanna eat you out then sit on your dick.”
Richie’s head falls back against the pillow with a soft thud and he groans loudly, arms tightening around Eddie’s body. Eddie laughs into the space where Richie’s neck meets his shoulder.
“Every time,” Richie laughs along with him as he shakes Eddie lightly, making Eddie laugh harder. “Every time I don’t expect you to just say shit and then you do and every time it shocks me straight to my core, which is also my dick.”
“You’re an idiot and I’m obsessed with you,” Eddie giggles and smothers the delighted bark of laughter that bubbles out of Richie’s mouth with his own, licking practically to Richie’s molars.
They kiss long and languidly until they’re breathless, then Eddie moves to crawl down the bed and situates himself where he wants to be. He shoves the sheets away and kicks his underwear off before he encourages Richie to roll back on to his stomach and pull his own briefs down.
He presses a kiss to each of Richie’s cheeks before gently prying them apart. He wastes no time lapping at his hole. He sucks kisses and laps languidly at it as Richie writhes and gasps and curses above him. When he starts to press his tongue in with each long lick, one of Richie’s hands flies back to grip at Eddie’s head. He gently fists Eddie’s hair before Eddie takes one hand away from the holding Richie open to hold his hand and twine their fingers together. He squeezes at Richie’s hand then lets go, letting Richie put his hand back in his hair.
It gets sloppy and wet quick and Eddie, quite frankly, loves it. After a while he uses one thumb to massage at his perineum and press lightly at his rim while he licks Richie open. Richie moans deeply, his voice cracking high at the end.
“Eddie, Eds, baby, please,” he pants into the crook of his elbow where he’s buried his face. “I’m gonna come, baby—“
Eddie pulls back with a last sucking kiss to Richie’s hole. Richie shudders all over as Eddie massages the back of his thighs to help him recover and pull back from the edge.
Richie rolls over and into Eddie’s arms as Eddie shuffles back up the bed. He rests his head over Eddie’s heart and wraps his arms around him and petting at his hip, slowly catching his breath. He kisses at Eddie’s chest while Eddie cards his fingers through Richie’s hair and massages his scalp.
Maybe ten minutes go by of them calming down before Richie’s hand starts to drift lower. He lightly drags his fingers up and down Eddie’s dick, which is wet and tacky from all the precum that had dripped down it. Eddie breathes in deep and slow as Richie’s hand reaches down lower and further back, gently rubbing at his hole. When he lets out the breath he was holding, it comes out on a whine and Richie quickly turns his face to hide his snigger in Eddie’s armpit.
Eddie pinches the back of Richie’s bicep and he yelps, laughing helplessly. They both devolve into a fit of giggles as they turn towards each other; foreheads touching and Richie bringing Eddie’s leg up and over his hip.
Eddie presses a kiss to Richie’s forehead then reaches back to grab the lube out of his bedside table. He hands it off to Richie, who wastes no time pouring some out and coating the fingers of one hand. He reaches back to Eddie’s hole and teases one finger gently in for a few moments before starting to press in properly. Richie’s forehead drops to press against Eddie’s chest and Eddie curls around him, hiding his face in Richie’s hair.
He breathes Richie in and he smells like sleep, like their bed, like his cologne and a little like Eddie himself. It makes him feel fucking feral. His hips jerk forward and he lightly scrapes his nails down Richie’s back as Richie works him open slowly and he grinds his dick against Richie’s stomach.
Eddie smacks and flails at Richie’s shoulders by the time he’s worked three fingers in, hustling him to sit up propped against their pillows so he can straddle Richie’s hips.
Richie lines himself up as Eddie gets himself situated comfortably in Richie’s lap. Richie pets at his hips as Eddie lowers himself on to Richie’s cock. His head tips back as he lets out a guttural moan, Richie’s cock slowly filling him up and lighting sparks through his entire nervous system. Richie holds Eddie firmly as he sinks all the way down, bottoming out. He lays one hand over Eddie’s heart and Eddie mirrors the action instinctually, bringing his head back up to look at Richie.
They stare at each other, panting and smiling. Eddie starts to rock in the cradle of Richie’s hips, making them both gasp. He works up a steady rhythm that he knows will bring them both to the edge quickly. He grinds down as Richie humps his hips up in a way that makes the head of his dick drag across Eddie’s prostate.
It’s not long before Eddie’s close, his own heart racing as he feels Richie’s thunder beneath his palm. Richie buries his face in Eddie’s neck, sucking kisses into his skin and Eddie chants breathlessly “Rich, Richie, yeah baby, come on, fuck—“
Richie’s hand clamps down on Eddie’s hip as his other curls into a fist against his sternum; gasping Eddie’s name against his jaw and nipping him as he comes. Eddie rocks forward once, twice more, his dick rubbing deliciously against Richie’s happy trail before he comes too, all up Richie’s stomach and chest.
Eddie collapses fully against Richie, folding his arms around Richie’s shoulders as Richie rubs soothingly up and down his spine. They’re both sweaty and sticky and tacky as Richie slides down the bed, careful not to dislodge Eddie from his lap. Eddie groans quietly as he simultaneously unfolds his legs and lets Richie’s softening dick slip out of him.
Richie kisses the crown of his head over and over as Eddie lazily kisses Richie’s chest. He’s sated and happy and this is his life every day. He feels like the luckiest man alive.
Once they’ve both showered and dressed, Eddie makes them a late breakfast. Since they got together, they’ve both learned that Eddie’s better at making breakfast and Richie’s better at making lunch and dinner. It works well for them, Eddie thinks.
Richie is often an early riser even though he has no need to be. Eddie thinks that maybe the added benefit of having more time to be wrapped up in each other has something to do with it, not that he would ever complain about that. It’s absolutely a plus for him, too.
Right now, Richie is making them both coffee and humming quietly and tunelessly to himself. It makes Eddie smile and he doesn’t bother to hide it. Richie makes him ridiculously happy and he doesn’t give a shit who knows it.
Eddie presses a kiss to his cheek as Richie slides him a cup while he’s finishing off their breakfast. Richie smiles beatifically at him and presses a kiss to his temple in return.
When Richie takes a seat at the kitchen table, Eddie gathers up the two plates of food. He’s made them scrambled eggs with spinach on toasted sourdough bread, one of their joint favourites. Eddie places one plate in front of Richie and one at his own seat adjacent from him. Richie places a hand on Eddie’s bicep and leans up to kiss him briefly on the lips. Eddie smiles into it then sits down to eat.
It’s a Saturday, so they’ve got no obligations to anyone or anything but each other. They saw Bev and Ben the previous weekend, Bill a few days ago, and have plans to meet up with Stan, Patty and Mike the following week before a full Losers Club get-together, but this weekend is just for them.
Together they work quickly through the few household chores they need to do. Eddie washes up the dishes as Richie dries them. Eddie loads the washing machine as Richie makes the bed for later. When they’re done they lounge on the couch; Eddie between Richie’s legs and leaning back against his chest.
Eddie reads a book that he’s been trying to get into on Bill’s recommendation. When he’d first shown it to Richie, he’d taken one look at the cover before giving Eddie a look that said “You’re kidding, right?”
It was some thriller story by a writer friend of Bill’s. It became quickly apparent that this guy wasn’t as famous as Bill for a reason, but Eddie felt he owed it to him to at least finish the damn thing. Good god, was it tough going though.
He read for maybe an hour and a half before he gave up. He was maybe 150 pages into the 400 odd page disaster. He set it down with a gusty sigh and dropped his head back against Richie’s shoulder.
“I don’t know why you don’t just give up on that book. I read 5 pages and lost thrice as many brain-cells,” Richie chuckles as he ruffles Eddie’s hair.
“Didn’t know you had that many brain-cells left to lose, dickhead,” Eddie grumbles as he turns his head to blow a raspberry against Richie’s throat.
Richie yelps and nearly jostles Eddie off the sofa from laughing so hard. Eddie laughs with him till they settle back into the cushions. Richie’s arms snake around Eddie’s stomach.
“I don’t know, at this point I just want to finish it out of spite,” Eddie sighs. Richie hums in his ear then presses a small kiss there.
Later in the day they go for a walk. There’s a park near the house with a lake that’s stunning, especially so once the sun starts to set. Richie had told Eddie that he bought the house because of its proximity to this park. He’d said that sitting on the bench near the lake brought him a sense of comfort he couldn’t explain. Eddie could definitely understand that.
Richie makes them wild mushroom risotto for dinner. It took Eddie a while to feel comfortable trying wild mushrooms because how can they truly be sure they’re not poisonous ones, huh? But now it’s one of his favourite meals that Richie makes.
They eat on the patio in the back garden and watch as the sun sets. Eddie tangles their legs together under the table and scoots himself as close to Richie as possible. Richie takes his free hand and holds it as they eat.
Falling into bed that night, Eddie falls to his knees and takes Richie into his mouth. He sucks and bobs his head; the flat of his tongue pressing firmly to the underside of Richie’s dick.
Richie cradles the back of Eddie’s head in one large palm, encouraging him with softly spoken “yes, yes Eddie, god you’re so good, you’re so fucking good to me, I love you so much, fuck—“ as he comes down Eddie’s throat.
He pulls Eddie up and presses him down into the mattress to reciprocate. He tongues at the head of Eddie’s dick how he knows drives Eddie crazy and Eddie comes hard and fast into Richie’s mouth, shouting Richie’s name.
Eddie makes them both get back up to brush their teeth before they collapse back into bed together, exhausted and in love. They fall asleep in the same position they did the previous night and many other nights before that; pressed as close together as possible and wrapped up in each other.