Half The World Away

What About Breakfast at Tiffany's?

TW for sexual assault and Rick Astley

NEW YORK, JUNE 22ND, 2016: 4:21am

Eddie wasn't intending to be woken up two hours before his alarm, but the light from Richie's phone had woken him up. He yawns, head on Richie's chest as the younger man runs a hand through the older man's hair and he looks up at him, brown eyes droopy with sleep. Richie's blue eyes are fixated on the screen, thumbs scrolling through whatever social media he was on.

"What're you doing?" Eddie whispers, voice low with sleep. Richie glances down at him and continues to play with his hair.

"Looking at Twitter." He responds.

"Have you been to sleep?" Eddie asks and Richie shakes his head." Well, stop looking at Twitter and go to sleep."

"Not all of the comments are bad." Richie states, handing his phone to Eddie, who sits up slightly and slides on his reading glasses." Woah, okay, since when did you get reading glasses?"

"Years ago." Eddie responds as he reads the comment. It's someone saying that they look up to Richie even more now as he's being true to himself. Eddie smiles and hands Richie back his phone, taking his glasses off.

"You look like some sort of sexy librarian." Richie whispers and Eddie rolls his eyes, placing his head back onto the comedian's chest, smiling when Richie wraps an arm around his waist.

"I'm a risk analyst." Eddie yawns, closing his eyes as Richie plays with his hair even more to the point where it's massaging his scalp." Now, go to sleep, we're seeing Hamilton later."

"I'll buy the tickets." Richie states and Eddie reopens his eyes, looking up at Richie, who smiles down at him.

"No, I want to treat you, let me buy them." Eddie says and Richie nods, a small smile on his face, and for the second time in the space of only a few hours, they almost kiss again. But Eddie turns onto his stomach, lying face first on Richie's chest, the younger man holding him like a teddy bear and Eddie falls asleep to the feeling of Richie running his hands up and down the mans back, under his shirt. As he sleeps, Eddie tries to figure out what shapes Richie is drawing and he smiles as he feels an 'I', a 'love' and a 'you' before Richie's hands lie flat on Eddie's back, breathing becoming deeper as he falls asleep too.

NEW YORK, JUNE 22ND, 2016: 12:41pm

"Mike, can I talk to you about something?" Eddie asks. He and Mike are out to lunch as Mike is leaving tomorrow with Bill, just like Richie. Ben and Beverly are leaving on Friday. Mike smiles up at Eddie and nods." I'm not sure if I dreamt it, but I think Richie wrote 'I Love You' on my back last night with his finger, but I'm not too sure. He could've just been doing random shapes and I read into it too much or something...

"Wait, do you like Richie?" Mike asks and Eddie blushes before he nods. Mike grins." Why don't you tell him?"

"No, he's dealing with a lot right now coming out wise and-and trying to save his career, I can't just dump that on him." Eddie responds, taking a quick sip of his coffee. Mike raises an eyebrow knowingly and Eddie frowns." Okay, why don't you tell Bill how you feel?"

"What do you mean?" Mike asks and Eddie smirks." What do you mean by that statement, Eddie?"

"'Bill and I did this' and 'Bill and I did that' and 'Bill is so great'! Come, on, Mikey...I know you like him." Eddie states and Mike blushes slightly." A-ha! Knew it. I knew you liked him!"

"We were talking about your love woes with Richie." Mike states.

"Why won't you ask him out on a date?" Eddie presses, watching Mike twist pasta with his fork. Eddie had finished his panini long ago and was just drinking his coffee now.