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by: eddiespegnerti

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"Morning, beautiful."

Eddie woke up to the feeling of soft lips pressing against his forehead. He groaned, still tired (and a little sore) from the night before. He turned over, keeping his eyes closed, and tried to go back to sleep. A finger suddenly swept in front of him, pulling one of his eyelids up.

"Okay..." Eddie said, swatting the hand away and opening both of his eyes blearily. Bright sunlight shown through the two apartment windows next to their bed, illuminating the dark, insanely soft, blue covers he and Richie slept under. Eddie leaned up, looking behind himself to see a grinning Richie. He was kneeling on their bed, holding up a plate of eggs and sausage for the other man to see. Eddie suddenly smelled the aroma of breakfast, and couldn't help from reaching over to grab for his plate.

Richie pulled it back, chuckling, "If you want breakfast, you're gonna have to get up."

Eddie groaned once more, leaning his head back and opening his mouth in angst. Richie quickly leaned forward to kiss at the hickey he had left on his pulse point the night before, and walked out of their room briskly.

Eddie sighed, pulling the covers off of his body and landing his feet onto the floor. He looked down at his boxers and scratched at a spot of dried cum on his stomach. He couldn't tell if it was his or Richie's. Eddie walked over towards the bathroom, longingly looking into the kitchen to where the food was.

He quickly went about cleaning himself off, hopping into the shower and enjoying the cascade of water down his shoulders. Eddie washed at his hair half-heartedly. Man, Richie had really rubbed off on him after all of these years. Eddie smiled a bit at that, but still realized how disgusting he must seem to his younger self. Not only would he have thought that he'd become less caring, he'd never think in a million years that he would be engaged to his best friend. Best friend being Richie Tozier most of all.

Eddie got out of the shower, wiping himself off and reaching forward to push his ring back onto his finger. He looked at it, a warmth filling his chest as he remembered the day Richie had proposed to him. He leaned down, grabbing his boxers and tossing them into the laundry bin, before rushing back into their room to get dressed.

Richie looked up as Eddie came into the kitchen, sitting down at one of the barstools across from his fiancé. Richie turned around, a lazy grin on his face. Eddie looked him over, warming his hands up on the coffee mug he had grabbed off of the counter. Richie was wearing a dark gray henley, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His glasses were a bit foggy from the steam, and his hair was wild with bed head. Richie grinned, stealing the cup of coffee out of Eddie's hands, "That's mine."

Eddie whined, giving Richie a 'please don't do this to me, I'm so hungry, I swallowed your cock last night, isn't that enough to get some coffee in the morning?' look. Richie shook his head.

"I'll make you some in a second," he pointed towards Eddie's plate with his spatula. "Eat your sausage."

Eddie began digging in, when he looked up at the digital clock they had on the oven.

"Shit," he said, getting up and heading towards the bathroom. Richie looked after him, his brows furrowed.

"What is it?"

Eddie began furiously brushing his teeth, spitting out some toothpaste before wiping his mouth with a towel, "I need to be at work in five minutes!"

"Okay," Richie hurriedly said, putting the spatula down and hopping over towards the front door. He grabbed Eddie's jacket off of the hanger, pulling it right-side-in as Eddie came over towards him. Richie leaned down, giving Eddie a peck on the lips as he took the jacket out of his hands. Eddie was pushing his arms through the sleeves when Richie leaned back in, giving Eddie a deeper kiss and bringing his hand up to cradle the man's cheek. Eddie hummed through the kiss, finally pulling his jacket the rest of the way on.