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Twelve

Alone in Eddies room.
Door locked to keep any nosy moms out, if she saw the scene occurring Richie would be out on the curb quicker than the speed of light.
But they made sure to keep the door locked, and the music on the stereo loud enough to block out any questionable noises that may escape to keen ears.
Richie dragged his fingers up the length of Eddies side.
The boy gasped into his mouth sending shivers down Richies spine.
Their mingled breath intertwined the two were practically glued together. Eddie broke the kiss first falling back on his pillows all red in the face and panting heavily. His lips shined with spit, he carefully wiped off his mouth sitting up on his elbows to meet Richies heavy gaze. Richie began to duck down to reconnect their lips,

"Slow down you're gonna make me go into an asthma fit."
Eddie teases, trying to lighten the mood.
Richie perked up catching his hint and began to ease off.
"Yeah." He agreed cracking a smile. Eddies face brightened and he laughed softly, pleased Richie wasn't hurt over his dismissive words.
"Yeah." Eddie repeated into the space between them. His tongue darted out to wet his lips then he pecked Richie gently on the cheek before standing up. The bed creaking as he went.

Richies eyes stayed glued on him as he walked languidly across the length of his room, the tips of his fingers dragging delicately along any objects in his way.
Eddie moved like a piece of music, he could be fluid and soft or a blasting drum solo. Richie wore a lovesick grin, his chin rested on his folded hands.
There really was no in between with Eddie you were either faced full throttle with his anger or showered with affection.

Eddie opened up a drawer and pulled out the cardboard box filled with Richies photographs. He walked it back to the bed sitting it between them.
"Show me your favorite?" Eddie whispered his face hopeful, a sneaky gleam shone in his eyes however.
Richie brushed it off with a hesitant laugh and opened the box his movements ceasing suddenly. A choked gasp escaped him as his eyes filled with tears. A brand new Polaroid camera sat on top of the stack of pictures. Richie slapped a hand over his mouth his head shooting up to see Eddies grinning face.
"I can't.. I can't accept-" He began Eddie quickly shushing him.

"I wanted to." He hummed sliding next to Richie who gently moved the box behind them attacking Eddie instantly.
Richie tackles Eddie to the bed, the boy laughing madly as Richie showered him in kisses his lips darting all over his face and neck anywhere he could reach Eddie got a bucketload of Tozier lovin'.
"Thank you thank you thank you," Richie mumbled against Eddies heated skin.
Eddie ran a hand through Richies hair petting him. Richie leaned heavily into the touch. He looked up at Eddie through his lashes who was smiling brightly.
"I got you plenty of film too." Eddie chirped patting the cardboard box.

Richie cast a look in its direction. His heart was heavy in his chest, Richie was never the best at accepting gifts. He was horrible and thinking of gifts for people as well.
Richie sat up pulling the box into his lap glancing up at Eddie who joined him happily hands resting on his thighs. "To answer your question my favorite is.." Richie flicked through the stacks his eyebrows creasing when he couldn't find a particular photograph. His breath caught in his throat as he realized he'd left the photo of Beverly pinned to his bedroom wall.
"Fuck! It's at the house.." Richie groaned getting to his feet quickly digging his hands through his hair frustratedly.

Eddie faced him reaching a hand out to rest on Richies upper hip.
"Hey, it's okay. Just go pick it up." He soothed, running his fingers up Richies back.
Richie folded his arms over his chest. He began to subconsciously gnaw on his lip, thinking about going back to the house was horrifying. The first trip was already too much and he had an entire entourage with him. The prospect of going alone made Richie sick to his stomach.
"Aren't you coming with me?" Richie shot him a weary smile.