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24. talk so pretty (and love so sweet)

by: serenecalamity
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Richie Tozier pressed his lips together and lifted his eyes up to the ceiling, taking in a breath that was meant to be calming and then letting it out through his nose. It had been a long day at work—it had been a long week at work, pulling eleven hour days rather than his usual eight—and he had a plan to come home and have some beers and smoke some weed and then hopefully chill out in front of the TV with a movie playing and Eddie Kaspbrak would be in a mood for a cuddle on the couch.

Now, he still wanted those things, but he wasn't sure if he could handle a cuddle on the couch with his roommate because Eddie was in the kitchen in a pair of soft grey socks that were pulled up over his knees, a pair of grey panties edged in soft purple lace and a cropped purple shirt that showed off the piercing in his belly button.

Eddie wore lace panties, and he wore adorable crop tops, and he wore knee high socks, and Richie had seen him in them on enough occasions to be used to all of this—especially since he had found out about Eddie's aversion toward panties over boxers or briefs back when they were eighteen—but he wasn't. Maybe it was because he was head over heels in love with Eddie, maybe it was because he hadn't been laid in a while, either way, he really didn't want to think about it.

"Chee?" Eddie seemed to sense eyes on him and he turned around, seeing Richie standing in the hall just outside the doorway of the kitchen, and his eyes lit up, cheeks red from the heat of the steam coming up from the water that he was washing their dishes in. "I didn't know what time you would be home, and I couldn't be bothered cooking, so I figured we could just order takeout when you got here?" He flashed a smile before turning back around to keeping washing the dishes and Richie's eyes dropped to his ass before he felt a flash of guilt and he scrunched up his face, nose wrinkling and eyes squinting shut for a moment as his eyes dropped back to his best friends ass. He took in another deep breath and then plastered a smile on his face as he took a few steps forward and leaned his head against the door frame.

"You're gonna make someone an excellent housewife one day, Eddiekins!" He sung out and he heard Eddie's huff and could visualize the way Eddie was rolling his eyes even though he wasn't turning around.

"That's a sexist term, Richie," he grumbled under his breath, probably sticking out his bottom lip in adorable pout and Richie dropped his bag down on the table and circled around it stand behind Eddie, smacking a loud, wet kiss to his cheek.

"Then you're gonna make someone an excellent house husband one day!" He corrected himself, and Eddie rolled his eyes again as he looked back at Richie.

"Well, for now, I'm stuck with you, so pick up a cloth and dry the dishes down?" Eddie asked with an arched eyebrow and Richie nodded, going along with it, because he'd go along with anything Eddie asked, and he was pretty sure Eddie knew it. Eddie finished with the dishes first, and let out the water in the sink and then practically skipped out of the kitchen. Richie watched him go and could barely hold back his sigh.

He really wasn't sure if this made his day better or worse.

If they were dating, or even just a thing, then he could really appreciate the way Eddie looked in his panties and socks and crop tops with lace and pretty colours.

But they weren't, and Richie didn't want to be one of those assholes who just blatantly checked people out and made them feel uncomfortable.

Because Eddie had definitely had to deal with that in the past, and Richie had heard about it and been so angry that he had been ready to take on the assholes that Eddie had dated, or just been sleeping with. Eddie deserved more than people just objectifying him, even though sometimes Richie felt as though he wasn't much better.