Eddie tries not to think too hard about how different things in Derry might have been had he summoned up the courage to actually talk to Richie about his dumb feelings. Maybe, just maybe, they could have left together instead of spiraling outwards from Derry in different directions to forget one another for twenty seven long years. He thinks about a lot of shit but that one lingers in the back of his mind a lot of the time like the taste of a bitter medication.
Another bitter bite, of course, had been this entire pandemic shit. It was Eddie's worst fears rolled into one gaping wound. His OCD had always been off the charts but it had been so much worse since this had all started. Richie, thankfully, only joked about it sometimes which was a nice change of pace from the usual shit that Richie rimmed him on. Either way it had certainly made this first year of marriage for them eventful and (despite everything) Eddie wouldn't change it for the world.
Certainly helped make him a little more comfortable in his own skin and perhaps take things a little easier. It was nice to spend the early morning in bed spooned up next to Richie instead of rushing to jog or get ready for work. It had certainly made clear the fact that he absolutely loved touching Richie everywhere he could get his hands or lips. He spends hours in the morning just kissing at his spine, rubbing his scalp or stroking his cock until he brought himself out of his sleep haze.
It's why he doesn't mind the pressure that Richie adds where he grips the back of his neck. Still- Eddie can't help reaching back and grasping that hand as he pushes up into his hair instead. He hopes Richie gets the point as he moans around the cock in his mouth and swallowing down the salvia that has begun to pool in his mouth. More than once he feels his gag reflex kick in but holds back anything more than an awkward breath of air through his nose as he reaches upward to grip a hand against Richie's hip, urging him on while his other hand drops to press at his clothed erection.
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Another bitter bite, of course, had been this entire pandemic shit. It was Eddie's worst fears rolled into one gaping wound. His OCD had always been off the charts but it had been so much worse since this had all started. Richie, thankfully, only joked about it sometimes which was a nice change of pace from the usual shit that Richie rimmed him on. Either way it had certainly made this first year of marriage for them eventful and (despite everything) Eddie wouldn't change it for the world.
Certainly helped make him a little more comfortable in his own skin and perhaps take things a little easier. It was nice to spend the early morning in bed spooned up next to Richie instead of rushing to jog or get ready for work. It had certainly made clear the fact that he absolutely loved touching Richie everywhere he could get his hands or lips. He spends hours in the morning just kissing at his spine, rubbing his scalp or stroking his cock until he brought himself out of his sleep haze.
It's why he doesn't mind the pressure that Richie adds where he grips the back of his neck. Still- Eddie can't help reaching back and grasping that hand as he pushes up into his hair instead. He hopes Richie gets the point as he moans around the cock in his mouth and swallowing down the salvia that has begun to pool in his mouth. More than once he feels his gag reflex kick in but holds back anything more than an awkward breath of air through his nose as he reaches upward to grip a hand against Richie's hip, urging him on while his other hand drops to press at his clothed erection.