27 years| Reddie

when do you think it will all become clear?

Eddie never usually enjoyed the weekends, which were the days he had off of work. They used to be filled with running errands for Myra and Myra ranting at him for something he'd done. But being with Richie was different and Eddie was actually enjoying himself. They were having a Lazy Sunday as Richie called it due to Richie not having a show that day. The two were sat on the couch, a small gap inbetween them whilst they watched Brooklyn Nine Nine. They'd eaten breakfast and Richie was curled up slightly beside Eddie, his eyes focusing on the TV screen intently. Eddie smiled as he looked at him.

Before they'd left Myra's, Frank had given Eddie his number to keep in contact with one another. Eddie was thrilled to have his dad back, even if he was still trying to adjust to it. It was a weird transition, believing someone to be dead for 34 years just for them to not be dead at all. Eddie sat in thought, holding his phone in his hands. Should he reach out to his dad and see if they could do something later? Maybe grab some lunch or something to catch up? Just as he goes to draft a message, he gets a text.

Dad who rose from the dead: hey sport, was wondering if you'd like to maybe catch some lunch in an hour or so?

Eddie grins and Richie glances at him with a smile on his face. The smile Frank had been on about. Eddie feels his heart swell happily and then he texts his dad back, agreeing to meeting, before he places his phone down and shuffles over to Richie. Richie lifts up an arm as Eddie leans against his chest. He places his arm around the shorter man with a happy smile.

"Oh my god that's something you would do." Eddie chuckles as Jake Peralta says 'title of your sex tape' to Amy Santiago.

"Yes I would definitely do that...probably to you." Richie chuckles." You're such an Amy Santiago."

"And you're a Jake Peralta." Eddie states, looking up at Richie, who looks at him with love in his eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispers and Eddie nods gently, smiling a bit when Richie's lips come into contact with his. Richie chuckles and kisses Eddie deeply.

One of Richie's hands is placed gently on Eddie's hip whilst the other is tangled in his hair. One of Eddie's hands is placed firmly on Richie's back and the other is placed on the comedians chest. They work in a rhythm, a slow one, just wanting to linger in the moment. Then, Richie's tongue brushes against Eddie's bottom lip, almost asking for permission. Eddie opens his mouth and there's fireworks in his stomach. Suddenly, he lets out a low groan as Richie kisses him and he desperately tries to fight off the voice in his mind. Because he wants this. Oh boy does he want this and he knows he wants it because his jeans suddenly feel tight.

"Richie." Eddie says in a whisper as he pulls away, looking at Richie with wide eyes.

"What is it?" The comedian asks with concern, worried Eddie doesn't want to make out anymore or that he's made him uncomfortable in any way.

"I've...uh...I need assistance." Eddie admits and Richie chuckles, reaching down and undoing Eddie's belt, kissing his neck as he does so." Richie...oh god! Oh GOD!"

"What do you want me to stop?" Richie asks, sitting up. Eddie looks at him and then shakes his head, allowing Richie to continue what he was doing.

Eddie wants his mind to go blank. He wants the voice in his head to stop screaming at him. He needs to be more intimate with Richie. He wants to be more intimate with Richie. A moan escapes Eddie's throat, making Richie chuckle slightly, and then suddenly the voice is louder and Eddie can't block it out anymore.

"Richie! Wait, I've changed my mind. I...I can do it myself!" Eddie states, pulling away and doing his belt and jeans back up. Richie sits up slightly and watches as Eddie rushes off to the bathroom to take care of his problem.