❪ the fingers around his wrist get another jolt out of him. eddie is trying to keep himself calm, slow his breathing and keep himself from hyperventilating like his body wants so badly to do in the moment.
he can't even look at rich for a moment but finally his gaze flickers up and he gives another shaky sound. ❫
Richie, I can't breathe.
❪ "richie, you jackass, i can't breathe." he's near yelling. they're on the floor of richie's room surrounded by action figures, comics and a discarded game of street fighter still on the tv. he knows he doesn't have to be quiet, he knows rich's parents aren't ever home and it's one of the few times they don't have to worry. maybe that's why richie is so eager to smother him with kisses again and leaving him unable to do anything but laugh. ❫
I can't— ❪ so he does the only thing that makes sense and presses his head into richie's shoulder, his own shoulders heaving as he tries to find his breath. ❫
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he can't even look at rich for a moment but finally his gaze flickers up and he gives another shaky sound. ❫
Richie, I can't breathe.
❪ "richie, you jackass, i can't breathe." he's near yelling. they're on the floor of richie's room surrounded by action figures, comics and a discarded game of street fighter still on the tv. he knows he doesn't have to be quiet, he knows rich's parents aren't ever home and it's one of the few times they don't have to worry. maybe that's why richie is so eager to smother him with kisses again and leaving him unable to do anything but laugh. ❫
I can't— ❪ so he does the only thing that makes sense and presses his head into richie's shoulder, his own shoulders heaving as he tries to find his breath. ❫