respirations | ― open post.

[Things had been different since their getaway, more intense in the best of ways but relaxed where it counted. On the weeks Richie wasn't working he could just lie in Eddie's arms morning til night not doing anything but talking, watching TV, simple stuff you only read about in novels for bored housewives.

The fact that he flew out from LA meant everything to him and Richie steals another kiss, something softer than the last before leaning into the embrace fully.]

Fine, no spotlights, but I'm gonna tell the whole audience that I've loved you since the 6th grade. Really get into our tragic romance.

❪ he shifts just enough to look at the ring on his finger from where his arms are wrapped around richie, smiling fondly before his attention is stolen away with the kiss. eddie can't help grinning, chuckling as he leans in to chase after richie's lips for another soft, lingering kiss. ❫

Mmm. High school sweethearts and then losing our memories of one another for thirty years, it's a real Hallmark sort of story there.

Because of an evil Lovecraftian clown, I know, the audience will love it.

[There's no way he'd ever tell that story to anyone outside of the losers club, that was their burden to bear, but it's fine to joke about and adding levity to the bullshit that almost got them killed a year later feels natural. Richie settles easily against Eddie's hips feeling less enthusiastic about starting his show. Now all he wanted to do was curl up with Eddie, and forget he had to work at all.]

Who wouldn't? Falling in love while also trying not to die always wins the crowds over.

❪ adding levity to the bullshit that was their lives was about all they could do now because, yeah, he still had nightmares from time to time but otherwise eddie did his best to try and forget the worst of it all. after all, he has something (or rather someone) so much better to focus on now.

in fact, he can't help adjusting again until their pressed so close together that it's hard to tell where one began and the other ended. perfect, he'd say, just like it was meant to be. ❫

We've got a couple of hours to kill though. Anything you wanna do?

Mr. Kaspbrak you naughty, naughty boy.

[The shift of Eddie's body makes Richie completely pliant against him, pelvis to pelvis his only leverage being his arms on the rounded arm of the sofa behind Eddie's back. He's got a wicked toothy grin on his face, desire in his eyes.]

❪ his face lights up as richie talks, chuckling and letting his hands wander to snake underneath the other's shirt with a content hum. it hadn't been in eddie's original thoughts to do anything more than just laze around with richie before his show but it had been three long, lonely weeks. ❫

You can't say you weren't thinking the same thing.

[Fuck if he couldn't sit here and watch Eddie's face glow and be every bit as in love with him as he'd ever been. It's the little things, like his sweet smile and the dimples on his face when he was really happy. His heart still skips a beat each and every single time.]

Oh, you know I'd do anything for you, babe. So, tell me what you want. I live to please.

❪ it's easy to find himself constantly falling head over heels when it came to richie. it was just so natural after a literal lifetime of trying to figure shit out. it's why he doesn't hold back from reaching up and out, wrapping arms around rich's shoulders and pulling them closer together with a deep kiss. ❫

Show me how much you've missed me? ❪ he says once they part, grinning against his lips and playfully nipping at them. ❫

Gladly.

[Oh, he doesn't need to be asked twice, Richie leans in and returns the kiss with renewed hunger. He catches the tip of Eddie's tongue in his teeth, pulls back and kisses him more passionately.

After several weeks it's explosive when they reconnect, like wildfire, everything hot and flush with want. Each moment tripled by the care and connection that went into it. It makes Richie feel young, making out with Eddie hot and heavy on a couch at work like this. He's happy to do it until his lips feel chapped.]

❪ eddie all but grins into the kiss as richie leans in to return it, warm and utterly in love like some dopey teen. he gasps once riche catches his tongue and melts into the kiss, tightening the hold around rich's shoulders with that ever needy want to bring them closer together.

and, yeah, they did better now when they were apart than did at the beginning and that was especially true since they had returned from vacation but it didn't stop him from just missing this. honestly, eddie hadn't been sure about this-- just flying across the country on a whim but as richie kisses him, it makes it all worth it.

the kissing is enough to leave him lightheaded with all that needy, heady want and he's sure that he is already flushed from head to toe when they part. he's near panting, staring into richie's eyes and grinning as if he's won the fucking lottery. ❫

Fuck. I love your dumb face.

[Eddie had a practiced way of kissing that he never expected going into this. A way he moved his tongue that boiled his blood and made him feel like he was on fire. It was only natural that their sex life suffer when he was on the road, but his eyes never wandered.

Nothing compared to seeing Eddie like this needy, wanting, with kiss-swollen lips and something dark in his eyes.]

Do you now? I figured you said yes just for the publicity.

Oh, yeah, you know me. I just fucking love being in the tabloids and having to read some punk's opinion on my suit.

❪ is he a little mad about that? yeah, okay, maybe a little. he worked hard on his suits, okay! ultimately though, eddie sighs and gives richie another smile as he moves, squirming slightly and until he's able to flip their positions on the couch. eddie sits comfortably in rich's lap for a moment before shifting down and just enough that he can pull at the other's shirt, kissing at the skin of his chest and stomach as it's exposed. ❫

I'm also pretty fond of the sex and those chocolate chip pancakes you make.

They'll bitch about anything, sweetheart. I seem to remember one such article that said you were ripped when the paparazzi caught you jogging.

[If it were up to Richie he'd write paragraphs about the dust of freckles on his nose and the dimples on his cheeks when he smiled but Hollywood was a cruel mistress and an even worse nine to five. These were exactly the kind of things that needed to be taken in stride.

Once again, Eddie knocks his breath out of him but there's no complaint just an easy grin at the comfortable weight in his lap. The kissing, well, that's a surprise. It had been a while, and the tightness in his pants betrays him.]

God, look at you - you're horny. That's why you flew out here, don't try to butter me up about my cooking now you little slut.

Mm. That was a good article though and actually halfway decent picture of me too.

❪ not that eddie wouldn't do the same. he could write paragraphs about richie's stupid smile that could brighten his entire face and give him these great crinkles right by his eyes. how much he loved seeing it especially when it was directed at him.

he huffs out a sound as rich talks, smacking him on his side as his lips dip to place a kiss just below richie's navel. ❫

Don't call me that! I fucking flew out here to see you, jackass.

More than halfway. I have a screenshot on my phone for when nights on the road get rough.

[Eddie had a way about him that took Richie from forty years old all the way back to fifteen again. His lips just above the dip of his hips and the zipper of his jeans make his hips jerk up into the advance unbidden.]

Sorry, babe. I love that you did. I've gotta be the luckiest man alive.

❪ yeah, okay, he snorts out a sound close to laughter. ❫ Hmm. What about lately then? Have things on the road been rough?

❪ there is a grin as richie continues, smiling lovingly up at him briefly before his focus flickers back down and he pops the button of the other's jeans. ❫

I won't say I haven't been thinking about it though. How much I've missed you.

❪ eddie lets his lips find skin as its exposed and finally his shaft, tongue tracing from base to head before taking him into his mouth. ❫

Oh. So rough. No cute brunette to take me to bed and stroke my hair until I fall asleep.

[The view of Eddie right above his lap grinning up at him like he had nothing left to lose was something he wanted to commit to memory. Picture perfect in every way, and he's lost in that until Eddie starts unbuttoning his pants. A burst of warmth shoots right through him, all the way to his dick and he shifts eagerly under him to make himself more comfortable. This was really happening.]

Eddie. You saucy little-

[His voice dies down the minute that Eddie's tongue wets his dick and is replaced by a loud stuttering sort of sound that breaks against the back of his throat.]

Fuck.

❪ honestly, eddie doesn't think there is anything better than rendering richie utterly speechless by something so simple as getting his mouth on the other's dick. and, yeah, maybe he enjoyed it too much because (let's be real) he probably enjoyed the act itself a little to much too. still it wasn't that he doesn't like hearing rich's voice, his dumb jokes but there was just something about him trailing off and not being able to say anything that went straight to eddie's head― and other places. he just loves that stuttered sound that takes over in his throat and eddie uses the moment to take his time kissing, searching and licking before swallowing him down fully.

there was just a thrill in all of this after being apart. he's missed rich, god, he's missed him to the point of near aching and it just spurs him on as he sets an almost leisurely pace with careful bobs of his head. he's probably enjoying the entire thing a little too much― to the point that he doesn't even give the thought of someone just waltzing in a second glance. people in comedy had the decency to knock, right?

ah, well― he's more focused on richie anyway. casting another glance upwards before his head bobs back down, a grin noticeable on his lips even in the middle of his busy work. ❫

Edited 2020-01-16 05:58 (UTC)

[It's far from the first time Eddie's rendered him speechless, but never before a show and never with such speed and dedication. Richie is dangerously close to coming undone underneath him and he tightens his grip on his hair at the same time that Eddie manages to evoke a low keening groan.]

That's right, Eddie. Take your medicine.

[It's a simple comment, no ill-intent behind it. Something they played with in the bedroom to empower him when he really took control and it's a hidden way of saying that Eddie could fuck him right into this couch if he wanted to and he'd be fine with it.]

( between the hand in his hair and the words, it isn't that surprising that richie gets a moan out of him. although eddie is content in the moment there certainly more to the words and, in truth, eddie is getting better at reading them. getting better at loosening that figurative tie around his neck and cutting loose, pushing himself out of his comfort zone and actually taking control.

it's enough to get him sitting up with a huff of hot air, patting down his jacket pocket until he removes the small travel bottle of lube to eagerly coat his fingers. )

Is it bad that I hope someone hears us?

( he's all smiles still, completely and utterly drunk with love in the moment. eddie doesn't leave him waiting long as he positions himself comfortably between richie's legs, crooking both index and middle finger against his entrance and pressing both in at once. )

You know... I'm not going to be able to sit there and just watch you perform knowing the things we did.

No that's really hot.

[Eddie's gotten better at taking control over the course of their relationship and no one fucks him quite the way he does, not that Richie's ever allowed anyone else to go that far. He's like putty in his hands, a hitch to his breath as soon as he feels what he's doing.]

Oh shit. I might have to delay the show. I want you so bad, but that doesn't mean I want this to be fast. You know I like when you give it to me.

I should have figured you'd be behind me if I brought up some exhibitionist shit.

( he pumps his fingers slowly as he talks, setting a rhythm but nothing close to what his body is begging to do to him. it'll all be worth it though especially listening as rich's breath hitches in a way that makes eddie's whole body tingle. )

You better text your manager then. I really wanna hear you beg, Rich. I want other people to hear you at your wit's end. Besides-- three weeks is a long time, you know.

You kidding? I love it when you're a freak.

[Gasping breaths, Eddie and he had been physical enough times now that he knew exactly what to do to tip him over the edge. Richie was going crazy, the slow purposeful strokes making it so much worse.]

I- My pants.

[His phone was there and Eddie had taken them off, after all. So he had no access, and he wasn't much of a beggar but Eddie had him close, biting his lip to resist the urge to fuck right back against his hand.]

Baby, please.

Yeah, well, you're the one that brings it out of me.

( and, yeah, okay so the 'please' and just watching rich bite his lip was really doing it for him. eddie has to swallow hard, resisting any urge that might end things too soon though his smile is all loving. thankfully, too, it isn't hard to maneuver rich's pants out from the corner of the couch and use his free hand to fumble the phone free. )

You should call him. ( he says suddenly, grinning slightly as he lets the rhythm pick up just slightly and curling his fingers just enough to rub against that sweet spot, leaning down just enough to kiss at the other's chest again. )

Wanna see how well you keep it together.

Good.

[It comes out on the tails of Eddie's small break to get his phone. It's enough that he can collect some of himself but Eddie has him spiraling out of control soon after, his toes curling against the couch and his hips rising to each advance. Eddie really knew how to control him, it's too much and he hits his contact while he works him over.]

H-Hey, I'm gonna - shit I'm gonna need you to delay the show for a little bit. I'll run it longer I just - I just

[His eyes squeeze shut and he has to pinch his own thigh to keep himself from moaning when Eddie hits that sweet spot just right.]

Okay. Yeah. Bye.

Ah-aaah.

You're a bastard.

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