[ richie's throat runs dry at that smirk, those words. he doesn't dare move as eddie draws closer and closer. he can feel the soft flits of eddie's slightly unsteady breaths against his jawline, the barest sliver of space that separates them charged with something that feels like it could flay him alive if he isn't careful.
he's so tired of being careful—he's spent his whole fucking life careful. richie's only ever gotten what he wanted when he demands it, yells about it, pushes and shoves.
he lets his jacket drop until he's just in the band tee underneath; his hand comes up, then, so he can wrap long fingers around eddie's forearm, thumb pushing at the inside of his wrist, the clean metal of eddie's wristwatch. he doesn't know when their heads got bent so close together until he realizes that's a natural function of their slight height difference, eddie coming closer the way he's been, sinking into his orbit as if that's where he belongs. and it is, of course it fucking is. what the fuck is he doing in new york, what the fuck is richie doing in california? ]
I missed you so damn bad.
[ his voice is uncannily flat, quiet. there's the slight beat of the central air in the airbnb, and richie's sustained awareness, hard-earned, of how eddie sounds when he breathes. ]
I shouldn't have left without you. [ and he knows the alternative didn't make sense—not when they have lives, not when eddie's married—but. that doesn't make it not true. ] I don't want to be anywhere without you.
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he's so tired of being careful—he's spent his whole fucking life careful. richie's only ever gotten what he wanted when he demands it, yells about it, pushes and shoves.
he lets his jacket drop until he's just in the band tee underneath; his hand comes up, then, so he can wrap long fingers around eddie's forearm, thumb pushing at the inside of his wrist, the clean metal of eddie's wristwatch. he doesn't know when their heads got bent so close together until he realizes that's a natural function of their slight height difference, eddie coming closer the way he's been, sinking into his orbit as if that's where he belongs. and it is, of course it fucking is. what the fuck is he doing in new york, what the fuck is richie doing in california? ]
I missed you so damn bad.
[ his voice is uncannily flat, quiet. there's the slight beat of the central air in the airbnb, and richie's sustained awareness, hard-earned, of how eddie sounds when he breathes. ]
I shouldn't have left without you. [ and he knows the alternative didn't make sense—not when they have lives, not when eddie's married—but. that doesn't make it not true. ] I don't want to be anywhere without you.