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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.
notes: for some fun starting points: some random assortment of memes and aus for days; feel free to go the other worldly route; also throw pics or random sentences at me and a kink generator because why not.

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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Yes, Rich. I'm sure.

❪ he's been idly playing with his wedding band this entire short talk but finally pulls the thing off with a sigh, carefully setting it on his bedside table and looking back with something akin to a frown. ❫

Would you believe me if I kissed you?

[ It's a slow creeping blush that heats up his face but a blush nonetheless. ]

W-what.

[ He's no virgin or anything. Not by a long shot. And he's been with more than a few guys but kissing Eddie is still something he hasn't actually done. Not like a Real Kiss.

God, he's so tired his brain feels like it's completely fried by this point. Doesn't help his mind goes from kiss to... other things in a hop skip and jump and it's enough to make his brain stall again like some outdated modem. ]

❪ eddie's sure if he listens hard enough he can hear that outdated modem of a brain dial-tone out. ❫

You really need me to repeat myself? ❪ he asks, almost exasperated but also slightly flying high on whatever that nurse fucking gave him. thank you, drugs. he nudges the other gently, urging him closer as eddie moves to sit up slightly in bed.

carefully, he lets go of the hand he's been holding and moves to brush his hands along richie's face instead. ❫

I'm going to kiss you, okay? ❪ and that's as much as he offers as their noses brush again, lips touching briefly before eddie leans in the rest of the way to capture his lips in a proper kiss. ❫

[ After spending weeks praying for Eddie to make it through, willing to bargain and give up on being with him if it meant he would live and he wouldn't have to bury another friend, he's now being presented with something he had all but given up on...

His eyes flutter closed at the touch to his face, wondering if he's fallen asleep in that damn chair and is dreaming all of this. But the press of the other man's lips are warm and real, the thrumming of the thread seeming to get louder at the contact. Rich leans into the kiss, adding more pressure to it as his hand goes to cup the back of Ed's head.

It took him a while to wake up to the situation, sure. But he's not shy about showing Eddie what he's thought about doing now that they're relatively on the same page. ]

❪ it honestly takes him back to being a teenager, staring at richie with the thread between them and wondering just what it would be like to kiss him. he never acted on it, obviously (stupidly) but now eddie wants to do nothing but make up for all of those missed opportunities. wants to make sure that he never lets rich go again.

that's why it's so hard not to smile against the kiss especially as rich leans into it, applies more pressure and cups the back of his head. his lungs (and chest, in general) are burning but he doesn't want to pull away, not yet.

eventually though, he has to and pulls back slightly though still keeps their faces close together as he searches richie's eyes. finally, he shakes his head and sighs. ❫

I love you. You know that, right?

[ He knows they shouldn't even be doing this. Not with Eddie still recovering. But when has he ever been able to deny Eddie anything in the end? Being a shit isn't the same thing and he usually always gives in to the other. This was just another version of that. Him having wanted it for years is just a happy bonus.

He presses his forehead to Ed's, breathing out hard against his mouth, his hand still cupping the back of the other's head. He feels his eyes burn at the words, closing them before nodding. ]

Doesn't hurt to hear it.

[ He hates the small break in his voice that slips out but to think how close he came to losing this beautiful man without either of them saying such a thing to each other. His eyes open again as he finally admits: ]

I've loved you for a long time, Eds.

❪ he knows (god, does he ever) they probably shouldn't be doing this right now. he's just woken up, filled to the brim with tubing and other equipment with drugs being pumped in to settle whatever real pain he doesn't feel right now. eddie knows, he knows... but god, he's been waiting for this for nearly three decades. he just can't bring himself to wait any longer.

besides the light and warmth of the thread connecting them is doing wonders, he finds, to strengthen his resolve to see this through.

he presses his forehead back against rich, hands still cupping his face and smiling faintly. the small break isn't hard to notice as it slips out and hopes soothe away in worried feelings by pressing his lips to the corner of richie's lips. ❫

Since that moment in those sewers the first time. I knew from the moment I saw that stupid thread, ❪ he says with a sigh. ❫ Sorry it took so long to tell you.

[ He finally breathes out a laugh, smiling more even with trying to blink back those annoying fucking tears (can he please stop crying about shit?), ]

Nah, man. Sounds about right for us when you think about it. We would never do shit the easy way.

[ Just another thing that makes them Losers. But they are fast learners at least. He clears his throat again and gently nudges Ed back with his head, ]

You gotta take it easy, okay? I want you to rest and heal, all that good shit, so you can get the hell out of this place.

❪ he shakes his head but still ultimately leans back as urged by the gentle nudging that richie gives him. instead, eddie reaches out and grasps at one of his hands instead. ❫

Yeah, you gotta take it easy too. Actually go and sleep somewhere that isn't in this hospital. ❪ and he sighs, rolling a shoulder with a frown. ❫ ... And I've got to call Myra too. I don't really want you here when all that shit blows up.

[ Richie frowns at that, ]

Are you sure?

[ He shakes his head, reaching up to pinch at the ridge of his nose. God, he is tired but... ]

I know I keep saying that but are you really sure you're okay to talk to her? You just woke up, man.

She's gonna find out I'm awake soon enough. I'd rather not have what is bound to be a huge argument happen in front of you or the others if she just shows up randomly.

❪ which was... putting it lightly, in truth. that didn't even include the possible guilt tripping, blaming or worse. ❫

Besides, I survived a demonic child-eating sewer clown. I can handle my wife. ❪ and he shrugs, idly tugging at the thread between them. ❫ And I have a way of getting in touch with you if I can't manage to get to my phone.

[ Rich looks down at the thread, giving it a little tug back. ]

If it makes you feel any better, she's showed her ass to us already.

[ Mainly with threats of lawsuits. ]

So you don't have to face her alone.

❪ in hearing that, eddie can only sigh and rub his neck at richie's words. he's not surprised in the least and it probably shows but he ultimately shakes his head. ❫

It'll be alright, Rich. Go and get some rest, I'll call you once I'm finished up with everything. Will that make you feel better?

[ He snorts rudely, ]

No. But you want to handle it your way so...

[ He sighs heavily and rubs his free hand through his messy hair. He should get sleep. His body wants it. But he knows he won't. Not easily. ]

Need me to send the nurse in here for anything?

❪ and he snorts with a half laugh, hand coming to rest on his chest and breathing out a small sigh. ❫

Let me do this much for myself, Rich.

❪ eddie gives rich a small smile at that and shakes his head. ❫

I'll be okay, really. Go get some sleep.

[ Richie watches Eddie, still worried (about all too much) but nods, ]

Alright, alright.

[ He gives Eddie's hand a squeeze before finally letting go. He grabs up his phone and anything else he had laying around. Mostly empty paper cups from coffee. He'll toss them into the nearest trash can before tossing over his shoulder at the other man, ]

Love you, asshole.

I'll call you as soon as I'm finished up.

❪ whatever 'finished up' might mean in this case. he hopes, prays, it'll be myra returning to new york but that alone might be harder than he imagines. it's not going to be pretty, he knows, that's for sure but it's something he has to do now. he can't keep living this lie anymore. he can't keep living in this spot just because it was familiar, comfortable.

returning the squeeze, eddie watches him curiously as he moves about the room. the words throw him off for just a moment before he sighs, smiling faintly. ❫

Love you too, dickwad.

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