respirations | ― open post.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

[Richie swallows down a thick lump in his throat and laughs when he realizes his glasses are a little fogged over. He would pull them off and clean them but he can't do anything but lie languidly behind Eddie, and even just pulling out of him after the mind-blowing session they'd just had has a gentle sound leaving his lips, all nerves and senses tripled.]

Jesus. I don't think we've ever gone that hard. Shit. Are you okay?

[His hand finds Eddie's hip to pull him close, so they could be face to face and he pushes his forehead against his as he works at catching his breath.]

❪ he breathes out an overly content sound as he feels rich pull out, leaning back and tightening the hold eddie has in richie's hair ever-so-briefly. already, eddie finds, he misses the closeness but he likes it better being able to turn and face him. a dopey, goofy smile on his lips as he simply nods along with the words. ❫

I am perfect, Rich. ❪ he says breathless but clearly pleased. ❫ Never felt better.

❪ he continues to smile as their foreheads rest together, only pausing briefly to reach up and remove richie's glasses. intent on cleaning them himself as he presses a kiss to richie's chin and laughs. ❫

I'd sure hope so. You just blew my mind.

[Richie's pretty sure it's the best he's ever had, not this his chart for comparison is very large but his whole body is still thrumming with pleasure in the aftermath of the all-out fuck fest they'd just had.]

You just blew my fucking mind.

❪ he sets richie's glasses back on his face carefully, offering another dopey smile before arms come to wrap around the other's middle and eddie seems intent on getting them both laying down. he'll have to clean up eventually but, until then, he can instead enjoy being pressed close against richie's warm skin in the meantime. ❫

Coming here was the best idea.

Yeah, no. We earned it.

[That and so much more, the way Richie meets Eddie's eyes might be a bit sentimental but he can't help it. Being this close, with freshly cleaned glasses, it's difficult to not appreciate him in all his fucked out glory. How much time had they lost with each other because of the hell that lived under Derry?

If they had remembered, this all could have happened so much sooner. Yeah, getting clean would need to happen but it was something Richie agreed could wait. He steals a gentle kiss, this one sweet and lasting in a way he'd been longing to kiss him since they'd left LA.]

Eddie, I'm really so fucking lucky to have you here. You know that? To even fucking be somewhere like this with you.

❪ he meets the sentimental look with one of his own as eddie's hand comes up to cup richie's cheek, smiling fondly. although he tries not to think too much about what what was lost to them there is always a touch of sadness, a touch of anger when he does spare the thought to what had lingered over them for all those decades.

he melts into the kiss instead, returning it with a content hum and breathing out a sigh at his words. ❫

Yeah, uh, I know because I'm so fucking lucky to have you here with me. I couldn't have imagined something like this a year ago. I couldn't have thought I'd ever be this happy.

What do you want to tomorrow? It's probably like five in the morning or something. We might as well plan the day.

[No expense was spared, and Richie's still wearing the rose-colored goggles of their seriously intense romp. He'd agree to just about anything.]

Besides walk on the beach, I mean. I'm gonna need a recovery period of at least two hours before we go for another round.

Could sit in the hot tub and watch the sunrise.

❪ he says with a shrug of his shoulders, eddie more than content just to stay pressed against richie currently and absently run his fingers along his side. ❫

But, yeah, hard pass on walking right around the beach right now. I need a rest after all that.

Awww. Are you sore, my little Eddie Spaghetti?

[To punctuate the gentle chiding, Richie runs a firm hand over Eddie's hip, massaging the skin under it. Richie himself was sore, but being on the bottom he knew that had been tripled for Eddie.]

Wanna just take a nice soak with the love of your life?

❪ and, in turn, eddie just makes a face. not so much at the words but rather the nicknames because god if he doesn't hate it with a passion still. so much so that he can't help rolling his eyes even if the gentle massaging is more than welcomed. ❫

A nice soak or drowning him, I haven't decided quite yet.

You've already tried to drown me, didn't take.

[More than once Richie had sent Eddie shrieking during trips to the Quarry. They'd get in a slap fight in the water and then Eddie would be quite literally scaling him. Height played to his advantage there too.]

You're like a fucking cockroach, I get it. It'll be you and them at the end of the world.

❪ because he remembers those trips to the quarry. he's a little more fond of this trip so far and leans up, pressing a gentle kiss to richie's lips. ❫

You, me, and them you mean.

[Life wasn't worth living if Eddie wasn't in it, it's clear in his tone and he leans back into him gently to return the kiss.]

So, should I draw a bath? Soothe those sore muscles.

As if you could get rid of me now.

❪ because, yeah, he gets it. life without richie isn't something he ever wants to think about ever let alone consider. thankfully, kissing helps rid him of those thoughts as he melts into it and curls against rich's side. ❫

Mm, yeah. That sounds perfect.

I wouldn't want to.

[Richie didn't bother putting his clothes back on, since being naked was part of the benefit of the bath. The water is just hot enough but not scalding, and Richie used some of the supplied bath bombs and bubble bath that had been left for them. It smelled like a coconut-infused paradise.]

You ready, babe?

[Richie settles into the jets first because it's easier given his height, but he makes sure to leave room in the tub and part his legs for Eddie, who'd taken him in full for so long- his own pleasant burn probably didn't touch Eddie's soreness.]

❪ eddie can only give a longing sigh as rich gets up and leaves for the bathroom. he takes the time to simply lay still, lounging comfortably as he listens to richie move about the bathroom and note smell of coconut that soon filled the entire room. around the time rich calls out, he's already sat up out of curiosity.

and, yeah, the soreness is a thing but it's so mixed up with all the good feelings that came with it that eddie can't bring himself to care. he's more than content to step into the bath, sighing happily, as he settles himself between richie's legs and leans back against his chest. it isn't long before he's closed his eyes, utterly pleased. ❫

I'm already partly convinced we should sell our place in LA and move here.

And not have a coffee shop around the corner or a movie theater within driving distance?

[When Eddie settles in Richie pulls his arms out and around his waist. It's bliss, and this is exactly what vacations were for. Focusing on the two of them, instead of the world around them.]

I don't think my career would do well in an island paradise. Maybe we can be frequent fliers though.

Hmm, true. Where would we be without our weekend dates to the movies?

❪ eddie says, grinning with eyes still closed as tilts his head back slightly. his hands, meanwhile, dip to rest atop richie's own around his waist and lets their fingers slightly lace together. ❫

Anniversary trips, maybe? ❪ and then, without a lot of thought being still so blissed out: ❫ Definitely a honeymoon worthy trip though.

We could come back for a honeymoon, once I make an honest man out you.

[There's still no inclination that he'll be proposing but the ring wasn't even four feet away and it already felt heavy whenever he touched it. He could only hold out for so long, he was starting to wake up in the middle night still thinking about it. No matter how many times he'd mapped it out he still wasn't sure that he'd be able to pull it off.]

Anniversaries are for different kinds of exploration.

[That was definitely a dirty joke, and he did fully intend to explore their anniversary within similar circumstances. Instead of a wedding ring, it could be cock rings.]

Oh, yeah? Well― just hope I don't make an honest man out of you first.

❪ eddie can't help but grin slightly as he tilts his head back just enough to peek at richie with a soft look of adoration. because, really, he knew the feelings swirling around all too well considering his own ring is nicely tucked away within arms reach of the bed at all times. you know, just in case he couldn't hold it in anymore and randomly just popped the question. ❫

Hmm. Just as long as there isn't any exploration involving fuzzy handcuffs again.

❪ that had been awkward at best. ❫

Aw. That's embarrassing. You want to marry me? I'm nothing to write home about.

[Neither of them had any intention of returning home, let alone writing back to the family that might exist still in Maine. His joke felt like something worth laughing at, especially with how much Mrs. K had vehemently hated him when he was young. Richie was a blemish on the face of Derry from early on, and his reputation preceded him.

Now, he was just some B class comedian that got by on telling crude jokes to a middle-class audience. Which was fine with him, especially when it gave him the freedom to take Eddie on a trip like this. The sex wasn't the only freeing aspect of their little cabin getaway. No, a masseuse came in the following morning after their hour-long soak and removed any tenseness in their bodies as if it had never existed, to begin with.

After a filling breakfast and another shower, this time somehow putting their bath to shame Richie and Eddie are hand in hand on the beach, the warm breeze flapping his Hawaiian shirt out over the simple blue t-shirt he had underneath.

The beach is barren, it's their own little slot of land and despite it all, the environment still stayed every as romantic. The ring in his pocket is burning a hole in his leg. The walking hand in hand was perfect, but the longer he thinks about it the more overwhelming it seems to be. Richie stops short, pulling on Eddie's palm still grasped tightly within his own.]

Hey.

[Wow. This was supposed to be a whole lot easier, especially given how long he'd been planning it, and thinking about it. When the words don't come out of his mouth, Richie steps in for a long kiss- using that moment to find the confidence he'd had when the plane touched down. Right now it just felt like a head full of hot air.]

❪ in truth, eddie can't help but laugh at the small joke. it's true that neither of them had any intention of returning home and, if eddie could help it, going anywhere near new england for the rest of their natural lives.

he's grateful for this though. these moment where him and richie can just live their lives without any worries or frustrations. it's moments they had fought so hard for and deserved after everything that had encompassed their lives and shadowed the two of them since childhood.

the gratefulness extended with the masseuse coming by their room, breakfast and the shower that followed. it's more than he deserves, eddie thinks sometimes before he is quick to shake it away. no, he does deserve this and he deserves this life with richie. he deserves to be happy and in love and to marry someone that he loves―

which is why he smuggles the ring into the pocket of his hoodie. it helps fight off the chill of the sea breeze despite pairing the hoodie with running shorts. it is romanatic though being able to walk hand and hand with rich like this and (more than once) he finds himself staring at his boyfriend with a dopey, lovesick smile.

it's one of those times when richie stops short and pulls on his hand, eddie tilting his head curiously and gently adjusting so their fingers are laced together. ❫

Hi...?

❪ he's a little unsure where this is all going but his question dies in his throat when richie steps in and kisses the confusion away. god, he doubts he'll ever get enough of this. really, truly, he knew the right choice had always been to spend his life with richie. now, he just had get the courage to ask. ❫

[Fuck New England, fuck the upper north-eastern coast of America and all the states surrounding it. Except maybe New York and New Jersey because he had regular shows there and a huge following. It'd be damning on his career to give that up, and he knew deep down Eddie loved going to New York to get his shop on while Richie was busy telling his jokes.

It had been an uphill climb, and a lot of fighting to be able to face him now on some isolated beach in an actual paradise. The kiss grounds him just enough to dig into his pocket and hit the sand with his knees. Richie knows himself, knows that if he doesn't immediately cave in to the action he'll run from it again like the coward he is. The determination that grounds him onto one knee floods his vision with searing white pain, he'd been so eager to do it he'd grounded himself on a large piece of a conch shell. It would probably bruise, and he'd definitely be in the tub tonight but there was no going back.]

Eddie, will you-

❪ he sighs against richie's lips as they break apart, eyes fluttering open but suddenly surprised as rich vanishes from his line of sight as he kneels in the sand. more than that, he can feel his heart racing as he begins to piece everything together. he breathes in sharply, jaw dropping slightly and shakily reaching for the box in his own pocket.

his ears are ringing by the time he moves, kneeling down into the sand himself and fumbling to get his own words out: ❫

― marry me, Richie?

You've gotta be kidding.

[It's a bad time to say it but they're both in the sand, staring into each other's eyes with rings in their hand. It's like something out of a fairytale and it takes Richie a minute to realize, and he wavers in the sand, his eyes blown wide into something almost vulnerable.

It was mutual. Eddie wanted him as much as he wanted him, he wanted this- a life with him, no matter what it meant.]

Yeah, I mean yes.

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