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EDDIE KASPBRAK it: chapter 2

voice strength: ★★★★★
shipping: i'm reddie trash but i'm also all about that platonic love with the other losers
preferences: gen, smut, shippy, angst, au, cross-canon, slice of life.
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hit me up for starters if you'd like. there's no crying in baseball but there is crying in my rp but let's have fun, ok.

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Mmm. I might have complained a little just because that room we booked was so amazing.

( He smiles against Richie's skin as he speaks, shifting just enough to lean over and set his glass down on the side table. It allows him the chance to nudge Rich's arms out of the so he can settle into his lap instead. It is (without a doubt) what he needs right now with all this shit weighing down on them and, more that, with them both just remembering everything they've always felt for one another.

Once again his lips dip down to kiss at Richie's throat with soft sounds. )

This is just all so crazy. I can't believe if we hadn't ran into each other then we might have not remembered one another until this very moment.

Shit, yeah. It really really was.

[ He manages to steal a last swig from his glass before Eddie's too much in his space to warrant it even being a first thought, let alone an afterthought, then puts it down on the side table before focusing on the man in his lap. A development that is much more important than anything else could possibly be, honestly, weird memories or not.

He leans back obligingly at the press of lips to give him better access, appreciative sounds answering as he reaches for him, slides a hand along his back, pressing against the ridge of his spine, trying to cover as much territory as he can. ]

Fuck, how shitty a prospect is that? And then just remembering all the dumb teenage angst until now? Shit, we probably wouldn't even be in the same place. Could've been on opposite sides of the country or something.

( There's a quiet moment as Eddie continues pressing messy kisses against Richie's neck but decides to put those multitasking abilities to work by reaching over to move Richie's glass to a coaster. Never let it be said that Eddie didn't have priorities in mind because he doesn't miss a beat in biting down against a patch of skin where his neck and shoulder meet before sucking a small, purplish bruise against his skin with grin as he pulls back. )

Or married to other people. How fucked up would that be. To be with someone before you're suddenly hit with every feeling you ever had for your teenage crush all at once.

( He can't help continuing to let his lips trace over the spots he knows that Richie likes best with his own pleasurable sounds rumbling from his chest as his husband runs a hand along his back. He takes a deep breath, nuzzling skin before pressing in close for another soft, slow kiss. )

I'm not gonna question it though, I'm just glad I found you despite everything apparently working against us.

[ He snorts at the assessment, even if it comes out pretty unsteady given the attention he's getting. Fingers curl into Eddie's shirt at the bite, a rough exhale of breath following, and no matter how sincerely he answers he still sounds distracted, like he's got to focus entirely too hard on pulling the words together. Because Eddie's always distracting, and he's at his most distracting when he's in his lap and his mouth is on him. Or just when his mouth is on him in general, honestly. It's a problem. ]

Pretty sure I wouldn't get married except for to you, Spagheddie, hate to break it to you. I mean, shit, how long were you a girl in my material until I figured out nobody was gonna try to have me fired over the fact I like a dick in my mouth after dinner on Friday nights if they didn't have me fired over the rest of the crap that comes out of my mouth regularly?

[ Fortunately, there's lips on his to quiet whatever else might have spilled out. So he returns the kiss, lazy but heartfelt, one hand moving to cup his cheek. ]

Either way, yeah. End result is pretty damn great.

( There's another smile as Eddie listens to Richie exhale and yet still manages to answer him despite how well (and Eddie is doing really well!) in distracting him with the messy kisses he continues to press against his skin. Honestly he isn't even sure why he's trying so hard because he could very well distract Richie by just folding the laundry or picking the correct avocadoes at the store. )

You're such a sappy bastard, I swear. Still I can't imagine myself married to anyone else either even though my mom was really set on that one girl I dated briefly in college.

( It's a good thing he got out of that situation and away from his mom along with the shadow that he had cast over his life for so long. Meeting Richie, getting together even if their first date had been a hilarious disaster but somehow had ultimately ended up here with a happy marriage.

It leaves Eddie smiling as he shifts closer, moving their hips together and breathing out small gasp from the contact. God- he loves this man and, yeah, he's not great about getting his shit and words together sometimes but he hopes Richie knows. He hopes Richie understands. )

Mmm. It was either figuring that out though or keep dodging TMZ asking you about said mysterious girlfriend and why were you always bringing your friend to all these events. Or, you know, all the Saturday morning brunches and vacations together. You could have probably fucked me on stage and they still would have referred to me as just your "good friend."

( Not that he can't laugh about it now because it is funny. It had been a little harder in practice though but his concern had always been about Richie's future and career. That's why he's glad that everyone took to his coming out so well and now Eddie can hold his hand in public or how he isn't worried about sliding a hand under his husband's shirt now in their own home as they kiss. )

I think we can make this a little better though. Don't you think?

How fucking hot would that have been, though.

[ He says like it wouldn't have scared him shitless at the time, but now, when he's comfortable and it's clear nobody gives a shit. Now he'd fuck him on the stage in front of an empty theater if he wanted. Hell, he'd fuck him backstage with everybody waiting for him if Eddie wanted it.

But Eddie rocks against him and he answers the movement eagerly, one hand resting on his hip to keep him flush as he rolls up to meet him, an unsteady huff of breath answering it as he kisses him back, slow and lingering, like they've got all the time in the world. The hand on his skin is warm as it slips under his shirt, and he holds onto the kiss as long as he can stand, until he needs to breathe, and only answers him then. ]

Oh, we could make this a lot better. Got any particular ideas?

Well, yeah, maybe but I don't care how hot it might have been. I am not having my dick show up on fucking TMZ or twitter.

( Not that Eddie hasn't thought about things when they're alone in the green room together before or after one of Richie's shows. Yeah, sure, they're old as fuck but he can't deny there is a lot of love between them that they both are too eager to express whenever they could find the time. It doesn't help things like now when he's got so many fucking memories and feelings swimming around his head from every moment he had as a teenager now coming back to him like a freight train.

He breathes out another pleasurable sound as Richie moves his hips to meet him. It blocks out the rest of the thoughts running through his brain about Maine, scars and friends he had forgotten until this afternoon. Nothing else in this world seems to matter in this moment expects for the two of them and Eddie is intent on having this moment last as long as possible.

He sits back just enough to push Richie's shirt up so he can lean in close, dragging his tongue over one of his nipples and breathing out a huff of air. )

Yeah - you getting this fucking shirt off to start but... ( And he swallows with a looking upwards with a soft look. ) I just don't wanna think about any of this shit, Rich. I want to forget about everything except for you.

Please, they gotta censor that shit, Eddie my love. Even as glorious a cock as yours.

[ But he's happy to seize on the moment, on focusing on the man in his lap rather than the other shit. The trace of tongue pulls a low groan out of him before he manages to coordinate enough to pull his shirt off. ]

Okay. So we won't. We worry about us, the rest of the shit can wait.

I don't want my censored dick on TMZ either, Rich.

( But, yeah, he might just blush a little because Eddie certainly likes compliments especially from his husband. It makes him feel like a teenager which is helpful since he's got all the hormones of a teenager currently hitting him like a fucking train wreck. It's all a lot to take in but he's mostly (thankfully) distracted as Richie pulls his shirt off as asked.

Again there is a touch of color that blossoms across his features before he leans in and presses his lips over his husband's chest and his heart, breathing in softly.

This is real, this is real, this is real— )

I love you. ( He mutters, a bit breathless but leaning in to still another needed kiss. )

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