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[respirations]

Seriously dude― if you're wanting to start shit again then find someone else. I'm not in the mood for games.

( Because if anything pisses him off then its this weird... flirting? Flirting or teasing, the latter more likely if Eddie had to take a guess. Which, honestly, just pisses him off more. )

And I only got a thing against shitty comedians.

[realtrashmouth]

What, I can't give you a compliment? I called you hot when I was on stage and you looked like I'd just kicked your fucking puppy.

( Richie hadn't figured he'd picked out a fucking homophobe but apparently he had. It's time to push himself further back into the damn closet. )

Jeez, someone sure did wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, huh, Eds? Why are you still here, if you hate it so much? Just leave.

[respirations]

Because you only said it so I could be the butt of some fucking joke. It fits your type of comedy, yeah?

( He finally turns, hand chopping through the air but ultimately prodding at the other man's shoulder. )

Why should I leave? I can't believe I was so stupid to think your annoying ass was actually familiar.

[realtrashmouth]

Oh, did I?

( Richie raises an eyebrow at Eddie. He can't now tell the guy that although he was making a joke about a lot of things, about a lot of people, he actually felt what he was saying when it came to Eddie. He can't tell him about how as soon as he saw him, he felt something pang inside of him, like he knew exactly who he was somehow; like they were meant to be, or had been something in a former life.

No. That was so gay. He couldn't say that. But then Eddie says something, and Richie blinks and the smirk falls from his face ).

Yeah. I thought the same when I saw you.

[respirations]

Ridiculous, huh?

( He says with a huff of air before finishing his whiskey sour and setting the glass down. Once again, he shifts in his seat in order to better look at Richie with a raise of his own brows. He really, really hates how much he's drawn to in to this annoying piece of shit but― )

And, you know, it pisses me off because usually I don't care about this shit. I can barely remember my childhood in backwoods fucking Maine but the fact that I think that I know you has stuck with me all night.

[realtrashmouth]

Uh-huh.

( Richie can't help but stare as Eddie begins to ramble and, for some reason, he feels more drawn to him. He's enamored by him, completely fucking dumb-struck in a feeling that he wants to call love and it's terrifying and confusing at the same time.

Eddie's from Maine too. Richie knows he's from Maine... from somewhere in Maine but he's never that sure unless his parents call him and then he remembers a little bit but then it goes again. They always tell him he never calls, but he never remembers. )

Yeah. I'm from Maine too. Somewhere. I don't know. But that's why I picked you out, man. I feel like I know you.

[respirations]

Wait― seriously?

( Eddie can't help stuttering when he speaks because it just sends more sparks bursting through him. He feels his face burn but isn't sure if its because of the drinks or because of Richie himself. Honestly its probably a little bit of both and he turns toward the other man fully, knocking knees but uncaring as he leans in slightly. )

I've never felt like this which, like I said, sounds fucking crazy but... I feel like I've known you forever.

[realtrashmouth]

Yeah, seriously. I'm not fucking around here, man.

( Richie takes a sip of his beer and then puts it down on the table, giving Eddie his full attention just as Eddie's knees bump into his. It feels nice and Richie knows he's in fucking trouble. Maine is a big place. They're probably not from the same town at all, they probably don't know each other.

He studies Eddie a little closer, taking note of things he hadn't seen before when he was on stage. Like the ring on Eddie's finger. )

You're married.

[respirations]

( The notice of the ring on his finger makes him jump― Eddie looking down at his hand and smiling faintly. )

Would you believe me if I said this was just for show? You look more put together with things like a spouse and a house. People respect you more and it means women leave you alone.

( A beat and then two before: ) Especially when you don't want their attention in the first place.

[realtrashmouth]

Then I must really not look put together.

( Richie grins. He's not married, he's not really got a house either; he rents with a couple of other guys who are rarely there and that's a great situation for him. He gets a decent place and barely sees his roommates. )

So you want me to leave you alone?

( He gestures to Eddie's hand. )

Don't want my attention?

[respirations]

I don't know. You're doing what you love, right? That's more than most people can say even if your jokes suck.

( It's said with a smile and even a breath of a laugh as he tilts his head. )

No, um― it's your attention that's the kind of attention I want.

[realtrashmouth]

( Richie's grateful that Eddie seems to have relaxed around him. Maybe he's not homophobic. Maybe he's just defensive. Richie doesn't know. His head is swimming and his heart is pounding and it's taking a lot for him not jump on this guy right now, but he can't do that. He's a straight dude remember? )

I thought I sucked and that you didn't want my attention and I was making terrible jokes about how hot you are?

( He raises an eyebrow, but he's teasing, hoping to see more of that smile Eddie finally gave him. )

[respirations]

Your jokes do suck and I don't want your attention when it's because you're telling those shit jokes to get other people's attention.

( It's all said seriously, his brows furrowed but Eddie still managing to smile. )

But I guess I don't mind if you keep telling me how hot I am.

[realtrashmouth]

( I guess I don't mind if you keep telling me how hot I am.

Richie's mouth fell open and he blinked at Eddie. What the fuck? This guy... was he...? He'd certainly rendered the Trashmouth speechless, which was pretty much a first. He didn't know what to do. )

Yeah? You want me to tell you how hot you are, and how I wanna drag you somewhere quiet where we're alone?

[respirations]

( Yeah, okay, Eddie definitely can't help the laugh that escapes him as he knocks their knees together once again. Carefully, he reaches over and steals a needed sip of Richie's beer because this was definitely not something he did (ever) and could need some more of this liquid courage. )

I mean as long as you don't mind me asking if you wanna get out of here and mentioning that I've got a room in a place about a block away?

[realtrashmouth]

( Oh, fuck. This was... happening? Richie didn't know how. Eddie had acted like he'd committed a heinous crime against him to begin with and now he was asking if he wanted to get out of there, go back to his place? Richie nodded. He left the beer. He stood. )

Let's go.

( So long as no one really caught him leaving with some guy, Richie knew he would be fine. He could maybe pay Eddie to keep quiet. )

[respirations]

( Eddie can feel his heart hammering in his chest in the silence that follows. He wonders if he read all of this wrong and, in just a moment, Richie is gonna lash out and make a joke of the situation. Thankfully (God, thank you) the other man gives the affirmative to get out of there and he lets out a shuddering breath of air. )

Yeah, yeah. Let's go―

( He stands, grabbing his things and paying his tab before heading for the door. There isn't a pause or a glance back to see if Richie is following because he just hopes that Richie is without him having to lead him by the hand. )

[realtrashmouth]

( Richie doesn't know who is more eager to get out of there out of the two of them, but he follows behind happily, trying to keep some distance between them so as not to draw attention until they're out on the street.

It's quieter there than in the bar, and Richie decides to step a little closer, walking almost shoulder-to-shoulder with Eddie, daring to brush his fingers against Eddie's. )

I don't do this often, you know.

( It was a white lie. Richie didn't sleep with a lot of men now but when he'd moved out to L.A., he'd had more than his fair share. He was experienced. He didn't even know if Eddie wanted to sleep with him, but why else would he invite him back to his place? )

[respirations]

( He breathes out softly as Richie comes up to his side and their fingers brush with a glance over. It's just so much that he swears his heart is going to drum out of his fucking chest but for a moment Eddie lets their pinkies link but just as quickly he lets go. )

Me neither but, like I said, there's just something about you.

( Carefully and with extreme care he twists the ring on his left hand. )

I― I just want to see you. All of you.

[realtrashmouth]

( Richie feels like he's been on a first date with this guy, not just met him. He feels sick, his stomach churning as their pinkies link and then let go as they walk. Fuck. His hands are sweating. He feels like he's definitely going to vomit. )

Yeah. That sounds nice. I want that... How much further?

[respirations]

It's just right up here.

( And, thankfully, it isn't a long walk to the hotel and an even shorter trip up the elevator to his room. It's comfy, small and thankfully booked only for himself so there isn't any worry about coworkers lumbering in during the best parts.

There's another small pause, Eddie's eyes focused on the windows and twisting the ring on his finger before he turns to Richie. As if trying not to scare the other man (or maybe― himself) he moves carefully, hands reaching up to cup his face and lifting up ever-so-slightly to press a kiss against his lips before asking softly: )

This okay?

[realtrashmouth]

( He's kissing him. Eddie's kissing him and Richie sucks in a breath. His hands are shaky and it takes a moment, just Eddie's question, to have Richie nodding and reaching for him, crashing his lips hard against Eddie's.

It just takes that, and he's grabbing for Eddie, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue into Eddie's mouth and letting out an eager moan ).

Yeah-- yeah, fuck it's good--

[respirations]

( If he was someone else then maybe Eddie would get a laugh out of just how desperate Richie seems. Instead his hands dip down, wrapping about his shoulders and pulling their bodies close together as he moans into Richie's mouth.

Ultimately, he steps back and reaches out for one Richie's hands to bring them toward bed but stops as he notices something that gives him pause―

A jagged scar cutting across Richie's palm. One that almost neatly matches the one on his own hand. )

Hah― looks like this was meant to be, yeah?

[realtrashmouth]

Huh?

( Richie was so distracted by Eddie and his perfect fucking face that he didn't realise what he was talking about until he looked down at their hands. Both of their palms had the same scar. Richie huffed a laugh and looked up. )

Yeah-- how about that?

( He wanted to talk more about it, to figure out what the fuck that meant, but he was horny and Eddie was there with his stupid brown eyes and his perfect fucking face. So he grabbed him, dragging him towards the bed.

So how do you wanna do this--?

[respirations]

( This time Eddie does chuckle as he allows himself to be dragged along toward the bed. It feels as if the scar on his palm is burning now that he's acknowledged that they share yet another weird similarity but its all forgotten with Richie's question.

He feels so overwhelmed that he almost feels the need to start running at the mouth with everything he wants. Instead he takes a breath and breathes out through his nose before smiling warmly up at Richie. Carefully he reaches up, beginning to undo the buttons of Richie's stupid Hawaiian shirt. )

Figured we could start with losing the clothes and then you fuck me so I don't forget you. So I regret even going back to New York. How does that sound?