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a crush (2)

Richie was on his way to the hospital. It had been 2 weeks since Eddie had gotten stabbed by It, they'd managed to get him out and the doctors said that if he had gotten stabbed any more to the left he would've died. But Richie had forced them to bring Eddie up and take him to the doctor. He was alive. Richie still had nightmares every night about the second he saw that thing's claw come out of Eddie's stomach. But he couldn't think about that right now, because he was going to see if Eddie Kaspbrak really did love him. Richie walked in, but stopped at the door when he saw an aggravated Eddie yelling on the phone.

"No Myra! You can't manipulate me anymore. I don't need you, I can take care of myself! The divorce is final." Eddie hung up the phone and his hands were shaking, then he saw Richie. He sat up quickly and then cried out in pain, his hands immediately going to his stomach. His injury was still pretty bad.

Richie rushed over to him and helped him lay back down. "Hey... hey take it easy Eds. There's a fucking hole in your stomach."

Eddie sighed, leaning into Richie's arms and letting himself lay back down. Only Richie didn't lay him down, Richie held Eddie in his arms, supporting his body weight and looking down at him. Eddie looked back up and found himself blushing, Richie's hair was a mess and he hadn't shaved, his eyes were sparkling in that mischievous way they had since they were kids, he looked adorable.

"Do you remember what you said to me our first night here Eds?" Richie spoke quietly, looking back into Eddie's eyes. Eddie nodded softly. God, that nickname made Eddie's heart race like crazy.

"Do you still feel that way?" Richie was closer now, Eddie could feel Richie's breath with each word. Of course he felt the same way. He'd wanted this moment with Richie since he was 14 years old. He wasn't going to let it slip away one more time. Eddie leaned up, connecting their lips.

The feeling of Eddie's lips against his ignited something in Richie, he had dreamed about this for years. The thought of this exact moment had controlled his entire life. He was overcome with joy and confidence, grabbing Eddie's face and kissing him back. Eddie tilted his head up, Richie supporting his neck with his hand on the back of it, and the two fit their lips perfectly. They explored each other's mouths desperately, Eddie pulling Richie forward so he was on the hospital bed with him. Eddie let his hands roam, sliding them first up Richie's chest slowly, then up into his hair. Eddie tangled his fingers in Richie's hair, tugging softly as Richie kissed him more intensely.

Eddie pulled away to catch his breath, but Richie was hooked on the feeling of kissing him. He chased Eddie's lips, reconnecting them urgently. Eddie melted back into the kiss, relaxing in Richie's arms as he slid Richie's leather jacket off his shoulders, his small hands sliding down Richie's back, feeling all the different muscles and eventually resting on his hips, his fingers grazing the skin under his shirt. Eddie felt Richie shiver at his touch and began to slide his hands further up his shirt when they heard the door open.

Eddie quickly took his hands off Richie, breaking off the kiss and Richie jumped up off the bed. Eddie's doctor stood at the door and chuckled. Eddie began apologizing profusely, but Richie couldn't have cared less, he didn't want to take his eyes off of the blushing, stuttering man before him. The man he loved. The doctor checked Eddie's vitals and looked at his wound, bandaging it again. All the while, there was an awkward tension in the air. Once she left, Eddie put his face in his hands and Richie cracked up laughing.

"It's not funny Richie! That's so embarrassing!" Eddie whined, but couldn't help the smile tugging at his mouth.

"You're cute when you're embarrassed." Richie pinched his cheek, sitting back down on the hospital bed next to Eddie. "Now where were we before Doctor Cockblock came in?"

"Beep beep, Richie."