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Sunlight poured in through the curtains; a small gap between the two of them had been left allowing the day to seep into the room. There were a few birds chirping, but there weren’t enough, nor were they loud enough to be an obnoxious noise to wake up to. There was a slight breeze, causing a nearby branch to knock gently against the window, creating an almost perfect rhythm. Groaning, Richie rolled over in bed, only to find that Eddie had snuggled himself up to him, his arm draped over Richie’s side. He was still asleep, and Richie was glad because it gave him the opportunity to just lay there and admire the man next to him. He looked peaceful; his lips were slightly parted and his eyes weren’t scrunched up the way they usually were.
Eddie snored softly and Richie truly thought it was cute. He had never been a fan of snoring before, it got on his nerves honestly, but when Eddie snored? Richie couldn’t help but smile. Snuggling back into the bed, Richie pulled Eddie closer to him, resting his chin on the top of Eddie’s head. The snoring suddenly stopped and Eddie’s grip on Richie had tightened. Pulling away slightly, Richie looked down and saw Eddie looking up at him, his eyes droopy with sleep and a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Mornin’ Rich.”
“Shh, if you don’t say anything we don’t actually have to get up. We can still go back to sleep.” Richie smiled down at Eddie and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose before plopping his head back down on the pillow. Eddie hummed in agreement and pressed his face into Richie’s chest, feeling his warmth against his cheeks. “You’re cute when you’re asleep, you know? You should try it more often.” With a light smack to the top of Richie’s arm, Eddie huffed and rolled his eyes.
“You’d probably look better if you slept more too. I’m not the one who stays up for three days straight.”
“I’m just living life, baby.” Richie grinned and leaned over, kissing Eddie softly. “It’s not my fault you’re old and are always tired.”
“We’re the same age, asshole.” Eddie only received a snort from Richie before he felt Richie pressing soft kisses all over his neck and jaw. He worked his way up to his face, leaving a trail of kisses up to Eddie’s forehead and back down to his nose. Neither of them said a thing; they were both content with the silence as Richie continued to pepper Eddie’s face with kisses. However, Eddie knew he wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep. With a quick, sloppy kiss to Richie’s lips, he stretched and rolled out of bed. “I’m going to take a shower, you can join me if you want.” He stood in the doorway, waiting for an answer. Richie thought about the offer, extremely tempted to accept, but he decided against it.
“Nah I think I’m good. I’ll take one later, hot stuff.” Rolling his eyes with a grin, Eddie nodded and slipped into the hallway. Sighing, Richie stared up at the ceiling, amazed at how he got so lucky. Groaning as he stretched, Richie felt his spine crack in multiple places. “God, I’m old too.” Standing up, Richie made his way into the kitchen in search of food to make for breakfast. Rummaging through the cabinets and refrigerator, he sighed. He figured that it was time that they headed to the store. Settling on making toast, Richie grabbed the almost finished loaf of bread and slid the remaining pieces out of the bag to put into the toaster. He could faintly hear the water running and hoped that Eddie’s food wouldn’t be too cold by the time he got out of the shower; Eddie sure did spend quite a long time under the faucet just letting the water pour over him.
After the bread had popped out, Richie grabbed a couple plates and plopped the toast onto them, flinching at the heat that radiated off of them. Grabbing the butter and jelly, Richie smeared the toppings over the tops of the toast before bringing the plates to their dining table. Although he had wanted orange juice to go with breakfast, Richie just grabbed a couple glasses and filled them with tap water, just a little disappointed.
As he heard the water stop, Richie quickly washed the dirty knife and placed it in the empty rack on the counter beside him. Waiting for Eddie to dry off, he went to go sit down, resting his head in his open palm as he waited patiently. Soon enough, Eddie rounded the corner, a towel draped around his neck and a tight tank top with some oversized pajama pants.
“Are those my pants?” Richie looked over them and grinned, noting the way they hung loosely around Eddie’s waist, even though they were tied pretty tightly.
“Yeah, I just reached in the drawer and grabbed some. I know you don’t mind.”
“You’re absolutely right.” Richie had never seen a hotter man in his life, and that’s saying a lot. As a comedian and occasional actor, Richie was around plenty of attractive men and women, but none of them could compare to Eddie. “It suits you. You should steal my clothes more often.”
“If I did that you wouldn’t have anything to wear. You own what, like three shirts?”
“Uh, four actually, Mr. “I never wear the same outfit twice.””
“That’s not true and you know it.” Richie just grinned and reached over to the chair next to him, patting the seat a couple times to signify to Eddie that he could sit.
“Anyway, I made breakfast. It’s not much because we haven’t gone to the store, but hey, sometimes simple it better.”
“Yeah, that’s why I married you.” Dramatically placing a hand over his heart and throwing his head back in mock agony, Richie moaned.
“You wound me, Eds.”
“Eat your toast, jackass.” Richie hummed and did as he was told, stealing glances at Eddie every now and then. His hair was still slightly damp, causing small water droplets to drip down his cheeks and neck. No matter how many times he actually wakes up with Eddie beside him, Richie was convinced that this was all some elaborate dream. He gently set his hand on top of Eddie’s thigh, giving it a small squeeze as he finished his toast. “What are you doing?”
“Just making sure you’re real.”
“You’re so weird.” Eddie just shook his head, but he scooted closer to Richie and laid his head on Richie’s shoulder.
“Hey, asshole, you’re getting my shirt wet.”
“So?” Richie laughed and pressed another kiss to the top of Eddie’s head. Once Eddie had finished eating too, Richie grabbed their plates and set them in the sink, leaving them to be washed later.
“Alright, I’m gonna get dressed so we can head to the store, my love.” Eddie, still sitting at the table, groaned and stood up, making his way to Richie before wrapping his arms around him.
“Hey, it’s my day off. I think we should just stay at home and binge Netflix and worry about groceries later.” Pressing his face into Richie’s chest, Eddie hugged him tighter and pulled him in the direction of the living room. Stumbling to the couch, Eddie laid himself down and pulled Richie down on top of him, basking in his warmth.
“You? Procrastinating? Who are you and what have you done with my Eddie?”
“Oh shut up.” They stayed there for a moment, lying in silence and enjoying the moment. It was Richie that moved first.
“You get the TV set up, I’ll go get the blankets, deal?"
“Sounds good to me.” Eddie pulled Richie in for a quick kiss before the two of them separated to get their tasks done. Richie trotted into the hallway, opening the closet and pulling out the spare comforters from the top shelf. With the big bundle of blankets in his arms, he walked back into the living room and tossed them onto the couch, onto Eddie’s lap. Grabbing the one on top, Richie unfolded it and draped it around Eddie’s shoulders. Eddie tossed his towel aside and adjusted the blanket so that it enveloped all of him, and Richie did the same as he settled back onto the couch.
“So, what’s we watching, Eds?”
“I couldn’t decide between a horror marathon or a rom-com marathon, so you can choose.” Richie thought for a moment before deciding on horror.
“I love it when you get scared, Eddie Spaghetti. It’s just so cute and it gives me an excuse to snuggle you.”
“You don’t need an excuse to cuddle me, Rich.”
“Yeah yeah, I know, but if I ever needed one, I’d have it.” Pulling Eddie on top of him slightly, Richie laid himself down on the couch, propped up only by the arm at the end. Pressing play on the first movie, Richie tossed the remote aside and snuggled deeper into the couch. He snaked his fingers into Eddie’s hair and twirled them around, messing up his freshly washed locks. Richie knew that neither of them would be able to stay awake for long, but he enjoyed what he could while he was awake. Eddie grabbed Richie’s hand and loosely locked their fingers together, resting their hands on his chest. Richie couldn’t think of anything that was better than being there with Eddie, feeling his faint heartbeat against the side of his hand. Burying his nose in the hair on the top of Eddie’s head, Richie relaxed and smiled, sighing as he got comfortable.
“Whatcha thinking about?”
“How much I adore you.” Eddie’s breath stopped in his throat; even after all these years, Richie somehow still managed to take his breath away with his sappy comments. Biting his lower lip softly, Eddie patted Richie’s thigh lightly.
“Shut up.” Richie grinned and pressed another quick kiss to the top of Eddie’s head, turning his attention back to the movie. “I love you too, Rich.” Richie hummed and wrapped himself around Eddie a little bit tighter than he already was, enveloping him in a full body hug.
“Shh, you’re distracting me from the movie.” Rolling his eyes for the thirtieth time that morning, Eddie grinned, leaning his head back against Richie’s chest and focusing back on the movie. Eddie fell asleep first, not even making it through the first movie. Richie watched him for a few minutes, just observing the steady rise and fall of his chest and the faint snore that escaped his slightly parted lips. Eddie was perfect; Richie just couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have such a wonderful man fall asleep in his arms. Smiling to himself, Richie slipped his glasses off and set them on the coffee table. Closing his eyes, Richie drifted off to sleep himself, content with Eddie’s warmth on the couch that was just barely big enough to hold the two of them.