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He didn’t mean to do it. He was running late, and it was the first thing that his fingers had grabbed on his sprint out the door. Normally he won’t be so panicked about getting to class on time, but his psych professor was an ass about attendance.
Rushing through the door, he threw himself in the seat next to Stan and ripped his stupid computer out of his bag. He felt Stan’s eyes on him as he spazzing out with getting ready for this stupid mandatory class; god he hated it. Just as he turned his computer on the professor began his monotone lecture about Freud and the “advances” he brought to the field of sexual psychology. He tried to pay attention during class, but he kept feeling Stan’s eyes on him. Was it because he was almost late or that he smelled; he didn’t have time to shower this morning after practice.
“Are you aware that you are wearing one of Richie’s hoodies?” Stan asked him as they made their way out of class.
Eddie paused and looked down at his chest. There are bright red letters was ‘Derry Knights Baseball’; yes, that was Richie’s high school baseball hoodie he was currently drowning in. The hoodie was long enough that it rested past his running shorts and the sleeves were engulfing his hands.
“By the silence you are emitting then I am gonna assume that’s a no,” Stan said again as they continued their walk to the only “quiet” café on campus.
The café was called ‘Low Fi Café’, it was perfect for studying/chilling and it had become the spot for the “Losers” over the last 3 years. All seven of them had grown up together, were all decently close during their high school years and had all gone to USC, or close to USC. It wasn’t like they all didn’t have other friends but the seven of them all understood what a small-town atmosphere can do to a person.
Stan shouldered open the door of the café and they continued on towards the counter to order their overly sugary coffee drinks. All the while they chatted about the movie the “Losers” had seen a few days ago, the “hoodie” situation forgotten. As both of them made their way towards the back of the cafe, Eddie heard rather then saw Richie walk into the cafe, probably with either Bill or Mike with him.
"I am fucking telling you guys that the new reboots suck beyond belief!" Richie shouted; his volume control was still non-existent.
"R-Richie you know t-t-that's not tru-u-e," Eddie heard Bill counter as they made their way to the counter.
"You are so fucking oblivious," Stan muttered next to him and if Eddie's face heated up then fuck off.
Before Eddie could respond to his friends’ ridiculous statement, Richie and Bill had made their way to the table; still bickering like grade schoolers.
"Guys please inform Billiam that he is wrong about the Star Wars reboots actually being good, I've tried everything, but apparently good movie taste had somehow missed out author friend." Richie complained, taking the sit next to Eddie and throwing his long arm around the back of his chair.
"I normally don't agree with Richie, but he is so right Bill," Stan states off, somehow spilling loads of information about the movie franchise out of thin air.
Eddie tried to stay tuned into the conversation but the warmth of Richie's arm over the back of his chair and the overwhelming smell of his hoodie had Eddie's mind somewhere else.
"So, was this an accident or did you just to have a reminder of me?" A deep, husky sounding voiced whispered into Eddie's ear, almost catching him completely off.
That voice was going to be Eddie’s demise, it constantly haunted him, made him feel things that he shouldn’t about his friend.
“I was running late this morning and just grabbed it off the table,” Eddie whispered back to Richie hoping the other would just drop it.
Richie just looked at him with that mischievous smirk that can only every mean trouble before turning back to the heated debate between Stan and Bill.
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“Shit guys I gotta get going, practice starts in an hour. I’ll see you guys later tonight!” Richie says, standing up from the table and running out the door.
Eddie allowed himself to relax once Richie left, he had been on edge the entire time! The problem is Richie probably knew something was up but still went along with his usual flirting and touching behaviour he always has. Not that Eddie particularly minded, he did like the attention the other boy gave him. He was cut from his “daydream”, so to speak, by snickering that was happening to the right of him. Turning his head slightly to the left and sent the best glare that he could to his two friends who were not having a full on laughing fit.
“And what are you two asshats laughing about?” Eddie asked, he made sure to make his tone stern, something he has perfected over the last few years.
“Oh, we are just enjoying the heart eyes you are making at Trashmouth,” Bill said, for once his stutter was non-existent.
Once again Eddie felt his face heat up, which of course caused his ‘so-called’ friends to explode into another laughing fit. Huffing, Eddie quickly downed the last of his coffee and throw all of his things back into his bag.
“See you guys are being rude, I wish you both a good day.” He said, as he got up from the table and began the walk towards the door.
“Eddie…”
“I said good day.”
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After making the short drive back to his apartment on the edge of the campus, he’s at least off campus and not in the sketchy part of the city, he threw himself on the sofa. Today had been something else, first it was the ridiculous practice this morning then he was almost late for the only class he had today. Add onto the fact he wore Richie’s hoodie all day, yes, he was still wearing the damn thing. It was super comfy, worn down from the overuse over the years and it smelled like Richie. It as a mixture of cigarette smoke, aftershave and a woody/musky smell that was just Richie.
As Eddie sank further into the worn leather of the sofa, he allowed himself to bury his nose into the hoodie. He felt warm and safe. Even though Richie was the biggest pain in the ass that Eddie has ever dealt with, he was one of the few people Eddie every felt safe with. Safe enough to drop his guard down, to spill secrets from his childhood, the fear of realizing his sexuality in a small USA type town.
He must have been more tired than he originally though because before long he was dreaming of strong, pale arms wrapped around him. Those arms pulling him close to the broad chest they belonged too and a deep husky voice whispering sweet things into his ear.
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“Eds, baby, you gotta wake up,” a soft whisper spoke into Eddie’s ear.
Blinking slowly, Eddie looked to see Richie kneeling in front of him; still in his practice uniform. This man was gonna kill Eddie one day, it was going to happen.
“Ah there are those gorgeous eyes, sleep well?” Richie asked softly, his hand running up and down Eddie’s thigh.
Having Richie this close, touching him in a way that causes his heart to ram against his chest; it’s almost too much. Yet, when he looks into Richie’s bright blue eyes there is a warmth there, something trying to hide away from him. So, within the short few moments after waking up and seeing Richie’s beautiful face right in front of him; he finally closes the gap.
As much as Eddie love those cheesy rom com’s, this kiss is nothing like the movies tell you a kiss should be. There aren’t fireworks going off in his head, no electric shock shooting throughout his body. Instead, its soft and sweet. Just a mere press of lips pressing against each other.
After what felt like hours, Eddie slowly pulled back, his mind still hazy with sleep as he looked up at Richie. Richie whose eyes were still closed, who’s cheeks were a light pink and who’s chest was bouncing up and down a little more than usual.
“Beautiful,” Eddie mumbled, bringing one of his hands up to cup Richie’s cheek.
If Eddie won’t so drunk with sleep, he might have been freaking out about everything he was doing in that exact moment. He would have jumped off the couch after kissing Richie and running into his room to shut himself away forever. Instead, his mind was still a little hazy so he finally did what felt right, what felt like it should have happened so long ago.
“Eds,” was all Richie said before leaning into him, mouth devouring Eddie’s.
Richie’s lips were slightly chapped, most likely from chewing on them during games and sun burnt from being outside for so long. But damnit, Eddie loved it. Loved how they moved against his softer ones, loved how Richie’s hands moved up his thigh to rest against his waist. Eddie loved how rough Richie was, how he gripped his waist tightly with his hands, how he bit his bottom lip and how he forced Eddie onto his back. Loved how much bigger Richie was, how easily Richie’s body covered him, how his massive hands cupped his ass perfectly.
God, Eddie just loved Richie.
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“When I saw you wearing my hoodie, I almost lost it this morning,” Richie spoke into the quiet room.
They had moved from the living room into Richie’s, their clothes might be thrown all throughout the apartment but at that moment in time, Eddie didn’t care. He was happy laying there in Richie’s bed, Richie’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist holding him close. They were snuggled close underneath Richie’s comforter, so when Richie said what he did Eddie almost pushed away from the other.
“Are you serious?” Eddie asked the other one, turning around in Richie’s arms to face him.
“Yeah, you looked really good. I had to jerk off before practice because lord knows the guys would have given me shit.” Richie mumbled into Eddie’s hair trying to hide his face but Eddie didn’t want that.
Reaching up, Eddie ran his hands through Richie’s soft, unruly hair before gripping some of the strands and dragging his head down. The view that Eddie received was breathtaking. Richie’s cheeks were a dark red and his eyes were blown wide and bright. He looked so nervous but also so attractive to Eddie. Not thinking about it, Eddie leaned forward the few inches and placed a chaste kiss to Richie’s lips. The other boy signed into the soft kiss.
Pulling back, Eddie just smiled.
“I’m personally happen about the hoodie mishap,” Eddie said causing the other boy to laugh before tackling him to press kisses all over his face.
And if Eddie specifically wore that hoodie more than it’s whatever.