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71. a dream you can't quite place

by: retts
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There was a flash and a whirr, and Eddie woke up blinking at the ceiling. Dazed, he turned his head to the side and saw Richie sitting naked and cross-legged beside him, pulling the film out of the slot and flapping it to help it dry. His hair was sticking up all over the place, his eyes smudged with dark shadows from behind his eyeglasses. Richie looked wild. He looked thin and weary, faded at the edges, but a grin spread on his face when he noticed Eddie was awake.

'Hey, there, Sleeping Beauty,' said Richie, extending his foot to nudge Eddie on the side. 'Shouldn't you wake up only after Prince Charming gives you true love's kiss?'

'If I waited for that, I'd be asleep for eternity,' said Eddie with a yawn. He turned on his side to face him, yanking the blankets higher up his chest, pillowing his head on his arm. 'And I think you're mixing fairy tales.'

Richie bent down and kissed him lightly, then deeply, tongue snaking inside for a taste. He detoured a nuzzle on Eddie's nose. 'I came all the way here, fought monsters and the evil Queen for you, so I might as well get a kiss for my troubles even though you're already awake.'

That sent a pang through Eddie. He cupped the side of Richie's face, and then shoved him lightly away. 'Are you my Prince Charming, Rich?'

'The one and only.' He straightened and looked at the developed photo with a smile. He turned it over to show Eddie, who made a face when he saw himself sleeping with his mouth slightly open.

Eddie took the film and looked at it closer. He was on his back but his hips were angled, one leg folded under the other, and the blanket pooled low on his groin that left little to the imagination. His skin was beyond white, bleached by the flash. 'How long was I out?'

'Just an hour or over.'

'Ugh, that's why I feel more tired than before I took a nap. Too fucking short.' Eddie dropped the photo on the bed and raised his arms in a stretch. He saw a burst of reddish light on the inside of his closed eyelids and heard the distinct mechanical whine as the picture was printed on the spot. He relaxed and opened his eyes. 'You're taking pictures of me. Naked.'

Richie nodded as he lowered the Polaroid. 'I'm taking pictures of you naked while I'm also naked. We're even.' He gestured at his body, which Eddie glanced at and appreciated like always, although he hid it well. Richie already knew how much Eddie loved him and there was no need to feed his ego.

'Why?' Eddie asked, the favourite question of the long-suffering, which he was.

The film dropped, helped by gravity, and Richie took another snapshot of him. Flash. Whirr. 'Because I want to. You're beautiful. Smile for me.' Drop. Eddie flipped him off. Flash. Whirr. 'Perfect!' Drop.

'Richie.'

'Hmm, yeah, Eds?' Richie twisted around and reached for something on the floor, the muscles on his chest and back and neck straining. Eddie appreciated the view even more. He placed a hand on Richie's knee as if to steady him but it was really to stroke the pale skin with his fingers. Richie straightened and shoved his hair back from his face. When he let go, the thick mass flopped back into place. Eddie constantly nagged at Richie to cut it down to a respectable length but every time Richie decided to actually do it, Eddie would find some way to distract him, usually with his mouth.

Eddie pushed up with his elbow, shoving the film squares aside so he could partially drape himself on Richie's lap, the sheet dragging down his body and stopping halfway around his hip. Richie's gaze was instantly drawn to it and he lifted the camera again.