the sun shines through the window of the tiny bedroom, a soft glow blanketing the space in yellow and orange hues. richie opens the bedroom door softly, doing his best to hush his movements. he half expects his boyfriend to be sitting up in bed, looking back at him with a raised eyebrow, but instead, he’s just like he left him hours ago; fast asleep.
eddie’s hair, which has now grown to past the tips of his ears, curling slightly, is a mop atop his head. he sleeps on his stomach, bottom half of his body covered by a sheet and top half exposed for richie to run his eyes over gracefully. the freckles dotted across his skin are enough to have butterflies flutter in richie’s stomach, no matter how many times he’s seen them before. richie will never get tired of admiring eddie.
richie protects the flame of the singular candle, being careful to set it down gently on the bedside table and not set anything on fire.
he reaches in his pocket to retrieve the small remote to the surround system in their living room, the soft melody immediately filling the space.
“eddie, my love, i love you so
eddie my love, i love you so,”
richie engulfs the smaller man then, leaning down and wrapping his arms around his back. he brings his lips to the shell of eddie’s ear, kissing the spot softly a couple times, which in turn causes eddie to stir.
“how I've waited for you, you'll never know
please eddie, don't make me wait too long,”
richie squeezes eddie once, then twice, and suddenly eddie’s flutter open, and he stretches, almost something like a cat. richie is pressing kisses to eddie’s throat and cheek and shoulder and whatever he can reach, and eddie is smiling softly as he turns around.
“eddie, my love. i love you soooooo, eddie my love,” richie sings as eddie turns fully now, looking up at his boyfriend with soft, sleepy eyes. “happy birthday, my love.”
richie pulls away, earning a soft whine from eddie, and grabs the cupcake from the nightstand. eddie sits up then, back against the headboard of their bed. richie smiles, love shining through his chocolate-like eyes, and he’s looking at eddie as if he hung the moon. he did.
“richie,” eddie says, a puppy like wonder filling his face.
eddie thinks for a moment, pressing his index finger to his chin in mock thought. his head isn’t filled with wishes but instead a mantra of richie’s name, richie’s face and richie’s inexplicable, unbidden, genuine love. eddie feels as if someone has robbed the world of all its light and put it into the gangly human in front of him. they did.
eddie blows out the candle and pauses for a moment to grab the cupcake and place it back on its place on their nightstand, next to contact solution and eddie’s stack of crosswords he sometimes likes to work on before bed. eddie launches himself onto his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and squeezing him like it was the last time. it never will be.
“woah, eds,” richie’s laughter is boisterous and sudden, a clash against the soft atmosphere in the room and eddie loves it. he loves richie. “what’d you wish for?”
“nothing,” eddie says, pulling back to look into richie’s eyes. “i have everything i could ever possibly need right here.”
richie’s face melts with radiant joy, and eddie can’t stop himself from kissing him anymore. the kiss is beautiful and sweet and heartwarming and eddie can’t believe that the man underneath his fingertips is truly his.
“i love you,” eddie mumbles against richie’s lips. “so much, i could never explain.”
richie beams like the light that he is. “right back at you, eds.”
and they stay right there for the better half of the morning, kissing and holding each other while richie’s playlist for eddie fills the walls of their apartment pleasantly.
all in all, the day has barely begun, and it’s still the best birthday eddie has ever had.
kaledo-art
titsay
vaporwave
izzy806
germansingergirl
tangentwithtanner
prguitarman
