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87. our love was made for phone screens

by: iamleavingthisfandom

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22976608?view_adult=true

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Richie had taken a break from meeting with his agents, editors, and whoever else could potentially influence his career. The break wasn't a long one by any means, but it did allow them to spend a couple of days uninterrupted by phone calls, writing, meetings, and sudden new opportunities.

Eddie was ecstatic about that.

He'd heard that the two of them were boring from the Losers a few times (playful teasing, just playful teasing), but he couldn't care less. Sometimes, when they had the time to, they went out and did fun stuff. Just two weekends before then they went to explore a new Asian fusion place and then saw a play. But more often than not, he just really wanted to stay in with Richie and be as touchy as possible. Not even in a sexual way, necessarily.

Well, mostly in a sexual way. Fuck off.

And he really didn't think that Bev or Stan, who were the only ones to bring it up, were in any position to judge, what with their evenings spent cuddling and/or solving damn puzzles with their respective partners.

Back to the matter at hand, though, Eddie was fucking ecstatic to spend a couple of days at home with Richie without interruptions and to probably get fucked into next week.

What made him extra horny, though, was that just the day before Richie's much awaited time off, they had gone out to a small café, and maybe he thought it was cute that they wrote the names on the paper cups in a fancy way. So maybe he had gotten a coffee with Eddie written on it in lovely cursive letters.

And maybe they were papped almost immediately after they sat down with their coffee, Eddie's name on his coffee cup facing the camera. So, sure as fuck, the very next day there were articles sent to him by his friends left and right that talked about 'Richie Tozier and his close friend Eddie.'

Well, that was one of the more flattering titles. There were worse ones.

He was just scrolling through his twitter feed while Richie was out getting them croissants, not bothering anyone, when he saw the first one. It was fairly innocent, as innocent as tabloid gossip can get, really, and it didn't even come from any accounts he followed — it was recommended, he assumed, based on his... semi-regular searches of Richie's name on twitter.

What? He was proud of his celebrity boyfriend, sue him.

The second one he saw called him a 'mystery friend,' in quotation marks, which made him cringe a little. It was as if the article with them sucking face from a few short weeks before just disappeared from public consciousness. Maybe that was for the best, though.

A little embarrassed (he assumed being hot under the collar was from embarrassment — right?) and a bit more curious, he looked through the variety of articles to be found. The pictures were the same three: them sitting outside the coffee shop, Eddie facing the camera while Richie was half turned away. One of the pictures was of Eddie laughing, his hand on Richie's shoulder (he remembered, Richie kept making dumb food-related puns and he couldn't help himself and started to laugh. Then he couldn't stop laughing, so he pretended to hit Richie on the arm lightly, which really was just an excuse to feel up his biceps). Another was of them holding hands on the table, a ridiculous smile left over on his face from incessant laughing. And the third one had Richie reaching over the table to kiss him, with Eddie leaning in to meet him halfway.

With a small sigh he got back to twitter, and that was when he saw the fourth picture circulating around. It was of them kissing over the table, hands still clasped, but it was taken from a different angle than the other three. This one was grainier, too, as if someone had zoomed in on the camera on their smartphone to catch the moment Richie closed his eyes as their lips touched for a few seconds. Eddie was facing away from the camera, but that didn't matter. The way Richie's hand was resting on his jaw, the tenderness of the kiss that was captured — those things mattered. It was kind of weird to see himself from this angle, and it was weirder still to see Richie like this: from an outsider's perspective, looking at how he got when he was with Eddie. It was weird in the best way possible, though.