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8. things we do

by iamleavingthisfandom 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21713326/chapters/52050076?view_adult=true

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The flight the next day was okay. He wasn't the biggest fan of five-and-a-half-hour flights, but he focused on the fact that he would see Richie soon, and that made it alright.

Richie did, in fact, use the spaghetti sign again, but now there was a huge heart drawn over it in black sharpie. Eddie just shook his head and hugged him once he was close enough.

"The sign is even cheesier than last time," he chuckled.

"I felt like this one expressed my feelings better," when Eddie looked up, Richie was wearing a goofy grin, and Eddie couldn't help reaching up for a quick peck on the lips. Of course, that also required Richie to bend down, but apparently, he decided not to be difficult this time around.

"I can also stick some parmesan on the sign for next time. For additional cheese," Richie was all too happy about that idea, so Eddie slapped him on the shoulder lightly with a smile.

"There won't be a next time, because I am never leaving again. You can't get rid of me now, Tozier."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Richie was looking at him like he was his entire world, and Eddie couldn't quite express or handle all he was feeling, so he put a hand on his cheek and brought him down into another kiss, soft and gentle.

It was over far too soon. But they had better things to do than making out in the airport lobby.

"Take me home now," even saying these words delighted him to no end. And Richie's smile at that lit up his entire world.

He followed Richie to the car, easily putting the suitcase in the trunk and taking the passenger seat.

"So," he began as he got settled and Richie pulled out of the parking spot, "what's the plan for today?"

"What do you mean?" Richie gave him a side glance. Okay, so perhaps the car wasn't the best place to have the entire conversation about what Richie wanted, Eddie conceded. So he chose an inconspicuous course of action for the time being.

"Well, do you have anything you have to do today? Meeting with your agent? Networking? Writing however many pages of new material?" he saw Richie smile as he shook his head.

"No, I've cleared my entire day for you, Eddie, baby," fuck, why did that of all things make his heart flutter?

Not wanting to look at him directly for fear of looking like an idiot in love, he reached out with his hand to hold Richie's; 9 and 3 o'clock technique be damned. He cleared his throat as quietly as he could.

"Good," he paused for a moment. "So we can fuck on the nearest vaguely horizontal surface and then order Italian."

Richie chuckled and squeezed his hand, grinning.

"Aw, you're not even going to ask me how my week was first, Eds? Am I just a piece of meat to you?"

"I've been listening to you talk about your week every day. You haven't fucked me in ten days. You do the math."

"Fair enough," Richie smiled, looking at Eddie for a moment before turning his eyes back to the road.

The ride was over even faster than the last time Eddie was there, and this time Richie remembered to take the suitcase out of the car. Eddie really wouldn't have, because all he could think about was getting in Richie's lap as soon as possible.