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10. look out the window at that storm

by iamleavingthisfandom 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22033189?view_adult=true

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"I can't fucking believe this."

At Eddie's annoyed tone, Richie looked up from his laptop where he was trying to work on his new comedy segment. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose to better see what Eddie was annoyed at. Apparently, it was the weather forecast playing on the hotel TV screen.

"What's wrong?" he tried to get the read of the situation. He had been too engrossed in writing to pay much attention to the TV playing in the background. He hadn't exactly been planning on working during their weekend getaway, but well, he got his new idea for the part he couldn't quite get right for two weeks, and Eddie kissed his cheek and told him to write it down before he forgot.

"The snowfall last night was bigger than expected. Now all the roads are closed 'until further notice.' We're snowed in and we can't even go to the nearest town, since that's about forty minutes away." Eddie was huffing, but relaxed once Richie put his laptop away and hugged him from behind. "I was just looking forward to walking around town in the snow. You know, like we used to as kids."

"I know you were, hotcakes," Richie pressed a sweet kiss under Eddie's ear, hearing him hum in response. "But I think we can still find ways to enjoy ourselves inside."

"What exactly are you suggesting?" Eddie seemed to perk up at the implication. Richie chuckled.

"Well, we have the entire day to ourselves, we can put a 'do not disturb' sign up, and if we order room service, we won't have to leave the room at all," as he was talking, he leaned down, breathing the last few words into Eddie's neck. He left slow wet kisses along the skin, coming up to suck on his earlobe.

"I like that plan," Eddie sounded like he was smiling and Richie let his hands wander under the T-shirt he wore to sleep that day, running his hands along the smooth skin lightly. Eddie let his head fall back on Richie's shoulder, and Richie used that opportunity to suck kisses wherever he could reach.

"So what do you want to do today?" he asked before leaving a hickey on Eddie's tragically still unmarked skin.

"Well, you have yet to deliver on the Christmas present you promised me," Eddie remarked casually, making Richie laugh into his neck. It was true, they hadn't tried multiple successive orgasms yet.

"What else?"

"I—" Eddie hesitated. In an attempt to reassure him, Richie stroked his stomach and sides gently, switching to light kisses on his shoulder where his T-shirt had ridden down. There was an intake of breath before he continued. "I want you to tell me that I'm doing well." Oh, they could definitely work with that.

"You want me to tell you how pretty you look all desperate? How well you take my fingers? Want me to tell you you're a good boy, baby?" Eddie's breath picked up, which, really, said it for him. But Richie could go on. "Want me to tell you you are damn perfect when you're under me, looking so lovely when you bite your lip before I've even done anything?"

"Rich," was his quiet response, but that was enough for him to draw his hand down to the top of Eddie's pajama pants and stroke over the outline of his filling out cock. That was when Richie made a fascinating discovery.

Eddie wasn't wearing boxers underneath.

He felt like that merited its own reward. Eddie always got whatever he wanted anyway, but Richie specifically wanted to provide positive reinforcement whenever he found something like this. To encourage such behavior and to let Eddie know it was much appreciated. So he increased the pressure and rubbed his hand back and forth harder while he kissed a trail up Eddie's neck to his jaw. When he lifted his head to kiss under Eddie's ear and whisper more sweet things, he saw Eddie bite his lip with his eyes closed. He chuckled, pressing his hand down.