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too good to be true.

Eddie wiggles his toes in and out of the wet sand. The water is chilly, the temperature having dropped with the sun. Eddie doesn't mind, though; they've been out in the heat all day.

Richie, Katie, and he drove down to the beach for the day. Katie's still in the ocean, but he and Richie are sitting where the water meets the sand.

Richie run his fingers through Eddie's hair. "I didn't know your hair got lighter," he comments.

It's almost a sandy blonde color with how much sun Eddie's gotten lately.

Eddie nods. "Yeah, it usually lightens up a bit in the summer."

"It's pretty," he says.

Their conversation is cut short by Katie finally crawling out of the water and plopping down on a towel next to Richie.

"Finally tire yourself out, Kit-Kat?" he asks.

She nods sleepily. They continue with their small talk until Katie's heavy breathing becomes noticeable.

"Wow, she really did tire herself out," Richie remarks. "I'm gonna go lay her in the back of the truck."

There's an old gym mat in the back of Katie's old, beat-up truck. Eddie's not sure when it got there or how, but he knows Katie's spent a few nights on it when she was too drunk to drive home.

Eddie watches as Richie scoops up his little sister bridal-style and makes his way to the truck a few yards away. He returns in a minute or two and Eddie immediately cuddles up next to him the second he sits back down.

Eddie stares up at the moonlight. "I wanna go skinny dipping," he says.

Richie raises his eyebrows. "I thought you didn't wanna get in the water."

"That was just earlier because there were people here and...and my clothes would stick to my body," he explains.

Eddie's in bikini bottoms and an oversized shirt, still showing a little more than he'd like. The shirt does enough to cover his chest but he knows it won't be effective if he's drenched.

Richie nods in understanding. "Okay, you're worth risking public indecency for."

Eddie stands up and tugs off his shirt. "That's oddly sweet," he replies, pulling off his bottoms next.

He sprints towards the ocean only to realize Richie's not following. He looks over his shoulder to find his boyfriend's gaze transfixed on his body.

"C'mon, Richie, you've seen me naked a bunch of times," he says, wading further into the water.

Richie starts pulling off his trunks. "Yet you still take my breath away every time."

Eddie rolls his eyes lovingly, telling himself Richie's cheesy lines have no effect on him. (They do). By the time he gets deep enough that the water covers his chest, it's barely up to Richie's ribs. He grumbles something about tall people but allows himself to actually pick his feet off the ground and start swimming.

He's surprised by how freeing it feels. It's like in the water he's finally weightless—his body isn't as suffocating or confining.

"This is actually really nice," Eddie says softly.

"Yeah, I mean, usually people skinny dip for the thrill of it," Richie replies.

Eddie shakes his head, swimming over to Richie. He wraps his arms around his shoulder and places his thighs on his hips. Their bodies aren't flush but he's close enough to kiss him.