We Are Good

Chapter Fourteen

Eddie sat on the bed frozen with embarrassment. He shook his head smiling as he got up, wrapping the sheet around him to shield his naked body from the cold air of the room. He walked over to Richie's closet door that had a full length mirror on it and just stared at himself. His hair was a mess, his cheeks were pink and Richie has left hickeys on his collar bone. Eddie smiled at the memories that came flooding back of the night they had. Richie's lips everywhere and the pure emotion and bliss they'd given each other. He hopes Richie feels the same way he does. Eddie reaches out and opens the closet, looking for a decent outfit to wear. He settled on a AC/DC t-shirt and some jeans Richie had said were too small for him. It wasn't Eddies best work but it'll do. He looked at himself in the mirror one last time running his fingers through his hair and made his way down stairs.

"Hello idiots." Eddie said as he walked into the kitchen. Richie was waiting by the toaster, for his breakfast Eddie assumed and Bev sat at the table reading some awful gossip magazine that Eddie was sure Beverley herself wasn't even interested in.

"Hello darling." Richie said spinning on his heals to look at Eddie as he walked over to him. Richie eyed him as he lifted himself up onto the counter sitting next to Richie, swinging his legs. Richie's still didn't have his glasses on and his hair was an absolute mess. Curls going in all different directions and curls different sizes. He still looks beautiful. Eddie had left some marks of his own on Richie, only noticeable because he was shirtless. Just above his hip was a purple love bite that Eddie was smiling at now.

"Hey munchkin." Bev said not even looking up from her magazine. Eddie rolled his eyes at her and turned his attention back to Richie, who hadn't stopped looking at him.

"What?" Eddie whispered, feeling his cheeks heat up. Richie still had that affect on him.

"Nothing," he paused scanning Eddie head to toe for what felt like the 6th time. "I've told you before," He whispered, leaning in so that his mouth just barely touched Eddies ear. "You're unbearable in my clothes."

"Chee!" Eddie giggled, wrapping his arms around Richie and laughing into the crook neck to hide his blush. Richie was standing between Eddies legs now, laughing too.

"Get a room." Beverley groaned. "Making me feel all lonely and shit."

"Bev, you have a boyfriend." Eddie said lifting his head up, but not letting go. Richie had his hands placed just above his butt and it was hard to contain himself.

"Yes, but do you see him here?" She complained. The toaster binged and Richie lifted his head, giving Eddie a small kiss on the lips as he released him to tend to his food. Eddie loved toast, he wondered if Richie will let him have some.

"Oh shut up Beverley you're seeing him in like and hour." Richie yelled over his shoulder, buttering the toast.

"I wish I got to live with my boyfriend." She sighed with a smile, placing the magazine down on the table.

"It's great, but circumstances could be better." Eddie said. Sometimes Beverley could be so oblivious.

"Well yea obviously! I mean you guys know my dad was a piece of shit! Thank god my aunt took me in and stuff.... I didn't mean that you know I wish I had crazy and homophobic parents or anything I was just ya know.... saying." Bev stuttered out.

"Bev, calm down," Eddie said placing his hands up in surrender. "It's ok, I knew what you meant just," he paused glancing over at Richie, who's main focus was still the toast. "The wounds are still fresh."

"Yea I totally get it. Sorry." She smiled. Then there was a knock at the door. Richie turned around immediately, body stiff and eyebrows stressed. Eddie hopped down off the counter standing in front of Richie.