[ The way Richie's touching his wrist, Eddie's sure Richie's able to feel it, the wild pulse of his heart beating right on the surface of his skin. The sensation that consumed so much of Eddie in those weeks after surgery returns - an itchy kind of restlessness Eddie recognizes now as being more than just anxiety or the fighting against helplessness. It's much more simple than that.
It's desire. The need to reach out and touch, to feel Richie's hands on him, arms around him for more than the cursory pat on the arm or circular massage on his shoulder. A tactile connection, a deliberate one.
With their foreheads touching, Eddie brushes his nose against Richie's, their mouths ever so much closer. ]
Yeah. Every time you were near me. And all last night. God. All last night, all day. I'm gonna kiss you now. [ Not a request, not an announcement. Just a statement of intent, the thrill of saying it out loud and feeling Richie react against his hands. He moves Richie's hand to press over his chest, giving an encouraging squeeze even if he's breathless himself. ] Okay?
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It's desire. The need to reach out and touch, to feel Richie's hands on him, arms around him for more than the cursory pat on the arm or circular massage on his shoulder. A tactile connection, a deliberate one.
With their foreheads touching, Eddie brushes his nose against Richie's, their mouths ever so much closer. ]
Yeah. Every time you were near me. And all last night. God. All last night, all day. I'm gonna kiss you now. [ Not a request, not an announcement. Just a statement of intent, the thrill of saying it out loud and feeling Richie react against his hands. He moves Richie's hand to press over his chest, giving an encouraging squeeze even if he's breathless himself. ] Okay?