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101. to christen a table

by: fanatic_scribe

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When you see a person who is clean, most people will think that the person is organized. That is a person who can plan a day, vacation and most certainly a wonderful party planner and host.

While it is true that Eddie is very clean- obsessively some might say- he is a very horrible host. He can hardly cook let alone plan an entire dinner for seven. In the area of hosting Eddie was like a fish on dry land.

Looking dumb as shit.

Thank god for Richie and his 'I have a plan!' attitude, as well as his deep need for pleasing his favorite people. That's why Eddie was intently listening to the setup and plan for tonight's dinner party. What time to put the dessert in the oven, everyone's favorite drinks, what the snacks on the table were. So much planning and preparing done for just one night.

Eddie and Richie wanted the night to be perfect down to the last detail and normally Richie would be the one doing this. That would give Eddie the chance to unwind and mingle with their friends, helping out whenever an extra hand was needed. But tonight Richie wouldn't be capable of that, and this night was all about him.

Eddie needed to make the night perfect. So he was paying attention to every detail.

At least he was until Richie took off his jacket, his old faded t-shirt tight around his thick bicep. As he lifted his arm to grab the wine glasses from the cabinet his shirt lifting to show off a sliver of his soft squishy belly. Eddie could not wait to see his muscles twitch and contract with pleasure and pain.

Eddie didn't notice his hand reaching to the exposed skin.

"-and make sure that when you pour the wine you only fill the glass just under half-" Richie was cut off when he felt Eddie's hand caresses up his back and over his stomach, feeling the thick trail of hair from his navel to the hem of his pants, "Jesus Eds can you wait till I put the expensive fucking crystal down?" Richie chuckles.

"How can I wait when you already look so hot."

"Did you listen to everything I said?" Richie gently put down the wine glasses. Even though Richie was trying to sound serious, like when Eddie asked if he did the dishes, his body betrayed him by leaning into Eddie's touch.

"Yeah yeah I'm not a fucking idiot," he pushed up on his tiptoes to lay gentle kisses on Richie's neck. "I know how to fill a wine glass Richie, I'm really gay, remember."

Richie chuckled and tilted his head to the side, giving Eddie more access to his neck. He had to lower himself slightly so Eddie could reach, too. Richie knew better than to say anything about it. "It's really hard to forget that Eds," A deep sigh left his lips as Eddie's delicate fingers brushed against Richie's pierced nipple, "Especially when you do shit like this."

"Can't help it," Eddie's hands continued to roam along Richie's chest and stomach, "I won't get to touch you later, so I need to get it out now."

The reminder of the plans for tonight sent a shiver through Richie's spine; the shorter man grinned behind him as he felt the body tremor. The negotiations had only just begun and Richie was already losing. "Eds, come on," he began, trying to keep his voice steady, "We can't right now, I have to make sure you know that Bill will act fancy at first and get scotch but really he wants a Guinness-"

"I know already," Eddie sounded more than a little annoyed, "You have described everything to me. I'm not a fucking idiot."

"Didn't say that spaghetti man, I just don't think now is the ti-ME- SONOFABITCH!" Richie moaned loudly as Eddie pinched Richie's nipples harshly, rolling them and pressing against the bar. It only lasted a few seconds, but Richie could have sworn it was much longer.