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75. party for one

by: anonymous

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Eddie wakes up, as he usually does, five minutes before his alarm is supposed to go off.

It's not that surprising, because it's not actually that early. Eddie's workday starts at 9, and his office is a fifteen-minute drive from his and Richie's apartment. It's not an amazing job, he took a significant pay cut when he moved here, but it is closeby and low-stress, so he likes it. And the proximity means he doesn't have to get up at six in the morning like he used to. He now sets his alarm for a much more reasonable seven-thirty, which is still half an hour earlier than he really has to get up. It's nice.

It's especially nice on nights when he sleeps in Richie's room, now that they're actually together and he can. And on those mornings, like this one, he can pick up his head blearily, reach for his phone, and turn off the alarm before it even goes off, and then lay his head back down to just...bask, a little. Eddie thinks after forty years of misery he deserves a little basking.

It's warm under the covers, and Eddie worries a little that he'll fall back asleep, but he doesn't think he will. Richie is a solid, steady weight next to him, breathing slow and deep, and there's soft grey light falling in through the window. It's February, and cold as fuck in Chicago, but Richie puts out heat like a fucking furnace. He's bare-chested right now—gets overheated if Eddie's in his bed and he's wearing a shirt—and that's just fine with Eddie, tucked into his side as he is. Eddie kisses his shoulder softly, stretches out next to him, wraps an arm around his thick waist. Everything about Richie is broad and thick and soft, and Eddie loves it, finds it unnaturally enticing and indulgent. Richie was really self-conscious about it at first, seemed to think that because Eddie is thin and wiry that he wouldn't be into his heavier body type. But Eddie has not been shy about showing his appreciation.

He's not shy now, rubbing his thumb over the edge of Richie's soft middle, curling his fingers around his love handles. He's so warm, and he smells so nice—not like anything in particular, just like Richie, and Eddie's disturbingly into it—and Eddie can't help but mouth lazily over his shoulder and bicep, the closest things he can reach. His skin is soft and Eddie likes the feel of it against his lips, likes rubbing his mouth over the sprays of freckles there.

The thing about touching Richie, though, is that it awakens something in Eddie every time, and that's the need to touch Richie more. Eddie never considered himself a tactile, physical person, never really expressed himself through touch, but that was because he was repressed and traumatized. After Derry he was maybe a little needy, always craving some kind of reassurance that he wasn't alone and that people liked him, and hugs became commonplace among the Losers, and especially from Richie. And then they got together and that really opened the floodgates. Eddie is obsessed. He's got a hunger he cannot sate. Also an oral fixation.

All of this to say, after a couple minutes of running his hand up and down Richie's side and kissing his shoulder messily, Eddie decides that isn't enough anymore, and bodily drags himself over Richie to lie on top of him. That seems to be the only amount of contact that can really scratch that ever-present itch—full-body. Richie huffs against Eddie's hair as he tucks his face into the crook of Richie's neck, and Eddie settles in, feeling Richie's barrel chest rise and fall against his, feeling the softness of his stomach, the warmth of his torso through Eddie's shirt. He tangles their legs together, tucks his hands up under Richie's armpits, and then retracts them so that he can lift himself up a bit and hitch up the front of his shirt. Like this, when he lowers himself down again, his stomach and chest are pressed directly up against Richie's, and god, that's nice. Deeply intimate, and also viscerally satisfying, the way the soft curves of him press into Eddie, warm and human. Eddie wants to sink into him. His mouth starts seeking skin again, like a vampire—his lips meet the slope of Richie's neck where it meets his shoulder and he sucks a kiss there.