#ayyyyyyyy *hand gestures*

[f-ether]

R A V I O L I

[willgayers]

this is awkward for reddie

this is CUTE!!!! i love my gay sons

warnings; nope

“Who the hell are you?”

“Um… I’m Eddie. Is Richie home?”

“Hm. You must be one of his loser friends— That little drunk is in his bedroom.”

“… Okay, thanks.”

It was a Sunday morning, and Richie Tozier was sleeping off the alcohol from last night.

Knock knock knock.

The curly haired boy frowned slightly as he sleepily turned in his bed, resting his cheek against the pillow so that the other side of his face pulled up.

Knock knock knock.

He was trying to ignore the sound.

Knock knock.

“Richie?”

The boy now growled as he pulled the pillow over his head.

“Go away,” he spoke against his mattress, not really caring who was behind the door; he’d put a lock to his door once he’d gotten older, to keep his dad out of his room from beating him, and it was coming very handy in other situations— like this one here.

“Richie, it’s me, Eddie— open the door!”

Eddie?

Richie sighed.

“Come on, Rich!” There was a light chuckle in Eddie’s voice; whether it was out of being amused, in a come-on-buddy-open-the-door-already way, or in a please-your-creepy-booze-smelling-mom-is-staring-at-me-from-the-living-room way; Richie didn’t know.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” Richie mumbled as he got up from the bed; not  remembering a major detail from last night.

8 HOURS AGO

“Ayyyyyyyy shots!” Richie called out as he stood on the table, raising the plastic shot-glass holding hand up.

“AYYYYYYY SHOTS!” Everyone cheered in response before the drunken students swung the alcohol down their throats.

Richie’s face scrunched up from the burning sensation, but he just shrugged it off and threw the now empty glass somewhere to the floor before jumping down from the table.

“Another round—?” A guy asked from him, but Richie just shook his head, a little burp forming in his throat.

“Nah man, I’m gonna go take a smoke first.”

He made his way outside, glancing around the few people in packs. It was always a little quieter outside than inside.

Richie didn’t see anyone he recognized, until his gaze stuck on a brown haired boy in the swing, a red cup in his hands and his gaze on the ground.

A smile grew to Richie’s face as he jumped over the stairs and then made his way over to Eddie, falling next to him on the swing, the brunette’s head lifting up immediately.

“What’s up, Edsie?” Richie asked, placing a cigarette between his lips and then lighting it up, keeping eye contact with the other boy the whole time.

“Nothing,” Eddie mumbled, glancing away; not in the mood to argue with Richie about the nickname. Richie frowned lightly as he noticed the supposed-to-be subtle swipe of tears Eddie did.

“What was that?” He asked.

“Nothing.” Eddie shrugged.

“Was that a tear?” Richie asked, leaning closer.

“No, it wasn’t a tear.” Eddie snapped.

“Don’t lie to me, Eddie-Spaghetti.” The dark haired boy said with a playful glare. “I recognize sad eyes when I see them. What’s wrong?”

Eddie looked at him for a moment before sighing and turning his gaze down to the ground.

“Do you… do you think I’m stupid?”

“What?” Richie asked, taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Yeah.” Eddie said, turning his gaze back to Richie now.

“Why would I think you’re stupid?” Richie let out a laugh, confused.

“Because apparently— I’m a stupid faggot.” Eddie said, and Richie’s eyebrows raised lightly.

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded. “That’s what Keith McKinley said. Eddie Kaspbrak— you’re a stupid ugly faggot, and you should get out of this party, before I wreck your face.”

Richie’s jaw dropped.

“Okay I am gonna wreck his face—” he started and jumped up, only to have Eddie pull him back down.

“No, you’re not,” he said.

Richie stared at him, confused.

“Are you kidding me?” Richie asked. “After what he said to you—?”

Eddie felt his tummy turn around from Richie’s reaction.

“It doesn’t matter.” Eddie shrugged.

“It— it doesn’t matter–?” Richie raised his brows. “Eddie! How can you say that doesn’t matter—?”

“Because I don’t wanna make a big deal out of it!” Eddie snapped, staring at Richie for a while before turning his gaze with a sigh and a shake of his head.

“You’re not a stupid faggot, Eddie.” Richie said, staring at the boy next to him intensively even though he wasn’t doing the same. “And definitely not ugly.”

Eddie wanted to believe him; but the moment with Keith and the other kids around laughing replayed in Eddie’s head, his eyes closing as he squeezed them shut tighter, tears falling down his cheeks.

Richie looked at the brunette with his brows furrowed— he didn’t like seeing Eddie cry.

And suddenly he went with the feeling in his gut; he leaned towards Eddie and grabbed his face, turning it— Eddie could only have his eyes widen for a split second before Richie closed the gap between their mouths.

Eddie felt his cheeks blush— he wasn’t moving for a moment, just trying to process what was going on, before he finally kissed the boy back softly.

As Richie felt Eddie’s lips move towards his, he felt something in his chest; something that got him scared.

So quickly he pulled away.

“Feel any better?” He just rushed to ask with a clearing of his throat, and Eddie looked at him, basically starstruck, as he nodded.

“Well, great!” Richie blurted out and jumped up, taking a quick drag from his smoke. “I’m gonna go now.”

“O…kay?” Eddie asked, confused.

“Bye!” Richie said, before he shoved his cigarette down to the ground and stomped over it, before starting to rush back over to the house.

“You are stupid you are stupid you are stupid—!” He hissed to himself.

PRESENT MOMENT

Lazily the boy in sweatpants and a t-shirt slid the lock open and then opened his door, facing Eddie.

“Are you here to cure my hangover?” Richie asked, one eye still shut.

“Well, I brought coffee.” Eddie smiled, holding up a small paper bag.

Richie raised his brows.

“Wow. Um… You… didn’t have to do that.” He mumbled, surprised that he actually was there to try and cure Richie’s hangover.

“Well… I guess so– but I wanted to!” Eddie shrugged.

Silence.

“Can I… come in?” The brunette let out a little nervous chuckle.  

Why did he wanna come in?

Richie didn’t understand. It wasn’t like he didn’t want Eddie to come in his room; quite the opposite, actually. For some reason the second he half asleep heard the knocking on his door, he had subconsciously hoped it would be Eddie.

He was just confused as to why the boy indeed was now in front of his room.

“I guess so,” Richie rubbed the back of his neck before he stepped aside from the door, Eddie stepping in to his room and glancing around the messy place.

“Wow,” he said. “Very, uh… you.”

Even though the kids had been friends for a long time, being now in the age of 17; Eddie had never been inside Richie’s house, yet alone his room. 

The reason for that was simple, and everyone who knew Richie knew it; his parents. Which only made it weirder that Eddie had decided to show up. He knew Richie didn’t want anyone there. 

“Yup.” Richie murmured, closing his door. “What time is it?”

“It’s 10am.” Eddie said.

“Ten am?” Richie blurted out. “Jesus, Eds— what time do you get up at? Five?”

Eddie laughed.

“Very funny.” He said, shoving the takeaway cup to Richie who glanced at it.

“How did you even get in here?” The curly haired boy frowned, before sipping the coffee.

“Your mom let me in,” Eddie said. “She’s very, uh…”

“She’s horrible.” Richie said.

“I was going to say unique, but sure. That works too.” Eddie nodded in agreement.

“What are you doing here, Eddie?” Richie mumbled again, rubbing his face with his gaze on the floor— the hangover was killing him.

Eddie raised his brows lightly; what did he mean? Did he not remember?

“Uh…” Eddie mumbled. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what are you doing in here?” Richie asked. “Even though I very much appreciate this friendly gesture of yours; I don’t really recall us sharing hangover mornings together. Like, ever. In the history of hangovers. Also, you know I’m really not a fan of open-doors at my house. So, what’s up?”

Eddie felt disappointment drop in his stomach— of course Richie wouldn’t remember. What was he even thinking? This was Richie Tozier for crying out loud! He kissed everyone. Why would it be any different this time? Why did Eddie think that he might be welcome at Richie’s house, even though none of the other losers weren’t?

 “God, you’re stupid,” Eddie whispered under his breath to himself as he closed his eyes momentarily.

 “Huh?” Richie asked.

“Nothing— well uh, this is awkward.” Eddie stated, glancing away.

“What is?” Richie frowned.

Eddie breathed out, his cheeks widening puffer-fish style.

“You uh…” he started, before clearing his throat. “You kissed me last night.”

Richie’s eyes widened as he stared at the boy.

“I what?” He asked.  

Eddie suddenly pretty much wanted to cry; the shock in Richie’s voice only made it more clear he didn’t mean it, which only made Eddie that much bigger of a fool.

“You know what—? It’s… it’s nothing. I’m just gonna go and, we can, you know— pretend like this never happened.”

The brunette was trying to walk out of the room but Richie jumped up- which was bad for his head and caused him to flinch a little- and grabbed Eddie’s arm.

“No, wait,” he spoke.

Eddie swallowed.

“I kissed you?” Richie asked quietly.

It seemed surreal. Eddie was his best friend.

“…Yes.” Eddie said.

Richie frowned lightly at him.

But if it seemed so surreal— why did everything suddenly make sense?

Why did it suddenly make sense, that every time Eddie laughed so hard his eyes were squeezed shut and he couldn’t even see it; Richie found himself smiling at the sight?

That every time Eddie was sad, Richie went off-the-hook with his jokes, until Eddie was laughing again; and that was the purest joy the curly haired boy had felt?

That when Eddie came out, and asked Richie if he’d think of him differently now, in a bad way— Richie realized he’d thought of him differently. But not in a bad way.

“Richie?” Eddie asked, as the taller boy had been standing there quietly, caught inside his thoughts.

“Huh?” Richie blurted out, back in the moment now.

“Did you just fall asleep?” Eddie asked, confused. “Like with your eyes open. Cause I swear it just looked lik—”

His sentence was cut off by Richie’s lips on his.

Eddie was taken aback, even more than last night, because this time Richie was sober and kissing him.

But he still answered to the kiss, a lot more carefully than the night before— but as he felt Richie’s tongue on his lower lip, the boy basically swooned against the taller boy’s chest— and then Richie pulled away.

“What’s going on?” Eddie breathed out. “Because I am very confused. You can’t just keep doing that.”

“I’m sorry,” Richie blurted out. “I’m just… very confused.”

“Well, Gee, tell me about it,” Eddie raised his brows as Richie had just stolen his words. But honestly, Eddie had zero fucking clue what was going on at this point. 

Richie tilted his head, trying to learn his best friend in a whole new light now.

“Have you… liked me?” He asked.

Eddie’s eyes widened.

“Have I liked you—?” He blurted out. “Are you kidding me? Richie, I have liked you ever since I can remember!”

“Wow,” Richie just said.

“Yeah.” Eddie said. “Wow, indeed.”

“How did I… how did I never see it?” Richie frowned.

“I don’t know,” Eddie shrugged. “I guess you were too busy with the girls of our grade.”

Richie bit his lip as he stared at Eddie, who stared back at him. Richie’s gaze was getting way too intense, so Eddie decided to speak before it was too late;

“Okay, are you about to kiss me again? Because I’m gonna need a heads-up.” Eddie said.

“Am I gay?” Richie asked.

“Gay?” Eddie asked. “I don’t think you’re gay, Richie.”

“I’m about to kiss you again.” Richie said fast, not really even listening to Eddie, before he leaned down to press his mouth on his, their tongues colliding now softly. This time the kiss was shorter than any of the times before, but definitely more relaxed. It was like the two of them were getting more used to the idea with every kiss exchanged.

It felt… more normal, more meant to be, every time they did it again. 

Then Richie pulled away.

“Oh yeah.” He said. “I’m gay.”

Eddie let out an amused, yet gladden laugh.

 “Richie, you don’t have to be gay. You can also be b-”

“I don’t care. Let’s do that again,” Richie said, grabbing Eddie from the waist and pulling him to the bed, the smaller boy still chuckling as his hands were now tangled in Richie’s neck. Richie’s, who was still shocked over how he’d never understood his feelings towards his best friend; because look at all the fun he’d been missing out on!

“Our coffees are gonna get cold,” Eddie reminded between one of the kisses.

“Eddie Kaspbrak, with all due respect—” Richie started. “I couldn’t give two shits about some coffee right now.”

“Okay,” Eddie just nodded; at this point, frankly, he’d rather take Richie’s kisses too. The curly haired boy gave him a quick smile, and was about to kiss him again but stopped.

“Also—” Richie said. “This is the best cure for a hangover I can think of.”

Eddie looked at him and smiled, basically floating on cloud 9.

“Good.” Eddie said, and now he pulled Richie’s head down to his; knowing he was gonna have to smother his lips in chapstick that night.

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