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9. theres just one thing i need

by iamleavingthisfandom 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21912124?view_adult=true
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His manager scored him a role in a Christmas comedy segment on some show.

Well, more like kind-of-nearly-made-him take the role, because supposedly the proceeds went to charity. And sure, maybe he even knew the show, and maybe he should have been listening to the call way more attentively, but when he called, Eddie was right there, sending him a wink while heading to the bathroom in just his boxers, presumably to shower, so excuse Richie for not having all of his brain cells together and for wanting to ditch the call as soon as possible and go fuck Eddie's brains out.

So that's how he found himself swapping his glasses for temporary contacts in the tiny dressing room with his name on the door. The stylists had done something to his hair that made him look about 10 years younger; he wasn't sure what it was, but it had been done and he was instructed not to touch it under threat of death. He looked up into the mirror as soon as he was done with the contacts, uncomfortable as they were.

It was weird, seeing himself without glasses. He looked young and not quite like himself. A light shirt and suspenders he had to wear for the bit didn't really help with that. With a final glance, he pulled the red Santa jacket off the chair next to him and turned to walk out of the dressing room. When he opened the door, though, he nearly ran into Eddie, who had one hand up, probably to knock on the door.

"Hey, Eds," he smiled once the initial shock dissipated. "To what do I owe the pleasure? I thought you were going to look into job opportunities?"

"Yeah, I decided to watch you shoot instead," Eddie was wearing a smile, but there was a look on his face Richie hadn't really ever seen before. It wasn't confusion, more subtle surprise or something similar. He couldn't quite place it, but being the center of Eddie's intense attention like this was making him a little self-conscious.

"Oh yeah? Am I so irresistible that you felt the need to stalk me?" He joked, but Eddie didn't pay it any mind.

"You're not wearing your glasses," Eddie said, ignoring the question entirely. His eyes shifted between parts of Richie's face as he leaned closer into his space.

"Yeah, I had to switch to contacts, for the shoot." Eddie's fingers traced his cheekbones lightly, stroking lines where his glasses would usually rest. Richie felt his breath hitch at the utter tenderness of the gesture. Eddie gave him a small genuine smile.

"I like them. You look cute," he stood on his tiptoes to reach Richie's lips and left a short kiss before pushing him away. "Go, I think they're waiting for you to start shooting."

"And you?" Richie couldn't help smiling at the gentle kiss. Eddie smiled in response.

"I'll be there in a couple of minutes. Wouldn't miss a chance to see you fuck up your lines," Richie nodded and headed towards the room where the shoot was supposed to happen.

It was actually a pretty fun bit they were shooting. And feeling Eddie's eyes on him just made him work harder, especially when in one of the first takes he managed to make him laugh out loud. He didn't hear it right away. He first noticed a snort and his eyes shot towards the source of the sound. He saw Eddie trying to stifle his laughter behind his fist and failing as short giggles escaped him. Richie couldn't help grinning at him, fucking up the take entirely. It was even worth getting a stern look from one of the stage assistants.

Thankfully, they soon reached a break, and Richie made his way towards Eddie as fast as he could.

"Why, hello there, my dear boy," his Santa voice wasn't half bad. He had to rehearse it for the shoot, and even without the beard, the impression was pretty good. "What's your name?"