[ richie lets eddie lead the way, too exhausted by the onslaught of memories to even think about what to do next. they still have that fucking clown to kill but this - this feels right, feels so much more important than listening to mike's crazy theories and trying not to get killed by bowers.
once they're back in his room, it's easy to forget about all that stuff. it's easy to wrap his arms around eddie and return those kisses, to whisper his own I love you as his heart tries not to burst.
and when eddie presses against him like that -- ]
God, Eds --
[ whatever richie was going to say is cut off by that kiss. it feels so much like the way they kissed as teenagers, when their time together was limited only by the hours in the day and the patience of their parents. richie lifts a hand to comb through eddie's hair, still careful, fingertips brushing against the smooth strands with the sort of affection that only comes from being deeply, utterly in love. ]
You gotta be careful, [ he murmurs when their lips finally part. ] You're hurt.
[ it's not the same kind of admonishing eddie would hear from his mom or wife, though. it's a gentle reminder, not a warning; something for him to keep in mind, not something to keep him bound to a person or a place. ]
no subject
think about what to do next. they still have that fucking clown to kill but this - this feels right, feels so much more important than listening to mike's crazy theories and trying not to get killed by bowers.
once they're back in his room, it's easy to forget about all that stuff. it's easy to wrap his arms around eddie and return those kisses, to whisper his own I love you as his heart tries not to burst.
and when eddie presses against him like that -- ]
God, Eds --
[ whatever richie was going to say is cut off by that kiss. it feels so much like the way they kissed as teenagers, when their time together was limited only by the hours in the day and the patience of their parents. richie lifts a hand to comb through eddie's hair, still careful, fingertips brushing against the smooth strands with the sort of affection that only comes from being deeply, utterly in love. ]
You gotta be careful, [ he murmurs when their lips finally part. ] You're hurt.
[ it's not the same kind of admonishing eddie would hear from his mom or wife, though. it's a gentle reminder, not a warning; something for him to keep in mind, not something to keep him bound to a person or a place. ]