Merry Christmas, You Filthy Trashmouth Ch 5
Author’s Note: i couldnt tell u why this chapter took me 5 days to write. I rly couldnt. Either way it turned out longer and softer than expected sooo i hope thats a compensation? I swear the nye chapter will be next OOF. again thanks to graci @greywatertrashmouth for writing my fic for me
Summary: As soon as they pulled into Richie’s driveway he grabbed Eddie’s arm so he could not exit the car yet. He stared at Eddie’s face for way too long, trying to deduce how he could explain the huge fucking mistake he’d made. “For the next three weeks,” Richie couldn’t possibly bear to look in Eddie’s eyes as the next words tumbled out of his trashmouth, “you have to pretend to be my boyfriend.”
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It had been exactly two days since Eddie had constructed the blanket fort and it has yet to come down. Richie and Eddie found that most of their time was occupied under the purple glow of the christmas lights trying hard not to touch each other but still breathing in as much of the other as they can. By 3:15 in the afternoon they had already finished the entire Beverly Hills Chihuahua trilogy and four bags of popcorn. To Eddie’s dismay Richie had decided that they absolutely had to watch The Ring next. He set up the DVD in the player and turned to join Eddie in bed again, only to be faced with the smaller boys uneasy glare. Richie shuffled back up to his previous spot and loosely draped his arm around Eddie’s shoulders.
“Don’t worry, Eds. I won’t let anything getcha!” he poked at Eddie’s side, to which Eddie just groaned.
Throughout the movie, Eddie had managed to slump further and further into Richie. Not that he was complaining, it gave him the chance to feel the smaller boy’s rapidly beating heart and the weight of his body against him. At every jumpscare he could feel Eddie’s body tense, and that gave him an excuse to pull him closer until they were practically laying on top of one another.
They had made it halfway through the movie without any major meltdowns. Richie had opted not to call Eddie’s phone in the middle of the film like he was planning to, knowing it would only freak him out even more. Their eyes became glued to the screen as they watched the girl slowly make her way through a room and towards a chair. Both Eddie and Richie could tell there was something in the chair, and were not too keen on finding out what. The girl ever so slowly turned it around and there was a flash of a man’s face with his head brutally torn in half at the jaw before the screen went black. The christmas lights shut out and all noise was gone save for the howling of the wind outside. That and Richie’s screaming.
“Richie, shut the fuck up.”
“What the fuck just happened?!” Richie was waving his arms around wildly in the pitch black looking for Eddie to grasp onto.
“The power’s out, dumbass.”
“That could not have been a more convenient time to cut out the power.”
Suddenly Richie’s phone began to ring and he moved to chuck it across the room. Eddie grabbed his arm and snatched the phone from his hand, “Answer it, you stupid idiot.”
“Are you kidding me, Eddie? After what we were just watching? What if that’s–”
“I swear to God, Richie,” Eddie let out a heavy sigh, “It’s just a movie. Now answer it.”
Richie quickly shook his head, his eyes like saucers. Eddie just scoffed at him and pressed the answer button before holding the phone up to his own ear, “Hello?”
All that was heard on the other line was some woman’s heavy breathing. Eddie’s blood ran cold.
“Hello?” he tried again, “Is anyone there?”
The line seemed to go silent, and Eddie was about to hang up when he heard a broken voice whispering, “seven days.”
Eddie began to shake. His eyes flew to Richie’s which seemed like they were going to pop out of his head. He could still hear the heavy breathing on the other line that was sending chills down his spine.
Surely someone must be fucking with us.
“Hello?” he sounded frantic, “Who the fuck is this?!”
He didn’t know whether to be relieved or pissed off when he heard laughing on the other end of the line. It was Maggie Tozier, “I’m sorry, Richie. I knew you were watching The Ring and I wanted to take the opportunity to scare you!”
“Oh! Sorry, dear, you sound just like him.”
“Well either way I just wanted to let you two know that most everyone in the neighborhood has lost power and our backup generators aren’t turning on. Went is starting a fire if you’d like to come stay warm. There’s a lot of snow out there! It’s gonna get cold fast.”
“Okay, Mrs. Tozier. Thanks, we’ll be down soon,” Eddie hung up and immediately shot a glare at Richie, “Can you tell your mom not to be so goddamn scary next time she calls?”
“As soon as she decides to listen to me I will do just that, Spaghetti Man.”
The first thing Richie decided to do after shrugging on some comfortable clothes and padding his way downstairs, Eddie in tow, was run to the front door to see just how much snow had come down. He had been holding onto Eddie’s hand, but as soon as he reached for the front door he felt him put all his weight into stopping Richie.
“Richie, there is no fucking way either of us are going outside wearing just sweats.”
Richie looked back and just shrugged, wiggling out of Eddie’s grasp, “Suit yourself,” he reached again for the door and swung it open. The blizzard was still raging with a thin veil of white blocking Richie’s vision in either direction. At least two feet of snow had piled up on the covered porch and two extra feet of snow blanketed every other open surface. All that could be seen was white. Richie let out a wild yelp and dove into the snow.
“Richie!” Eddie was still inside, shaking from the cold and giving him a death glare.
“Come on in, Eds. The water’s fine!” he jokingly ‘splashed’ about in the snow.
“Goddammit, you’re turning blue!”
As much as Richie hated to agree with Eddie, he was feeling his skin begin to numb and he reluctantly shuffled back into the house, muttering that Eddie was “no fun” the entire time. They made their way to the coat closet and Richie threw on his dad’s winter jacket. Eddie, however, bundled up in a sweater, a scarf, Richie’s old winter jacket from eighth grade as well as his old snow pants, a Patriots hat that lit up, gloves and mittens, and a pair of clunky snow boots.
“You look like Randy from A Christmas Story.”
“Shut your fucking mouth. At least I’m not about to freeze my balls off.”
“Not like you have any to freeze off.”
“Just go outside, fuckass.”
They trudged through the snow around Richie’s house to his large backyard. Richie immediately threw his body down into the snow due to the pure exhaustion of the walk. He felt the powder start seeping into his pants and almost felt bad for making fun of Eddie for his getup. Almost. Eddie busied himself with the task of building a snowman right beside Richie’s head. He started by attempting to roll out a base. The ball was oblong and had a few dirt spots but that didn’t stop Eddie from trying his damnedest to smooth out the lumps. It was difficult for Richie to focus on the cold around him when he could instead look at Eddie’s red-tinted cheeks. His face was scrunched up and his tongue was sticking out the same way it would when he was teaching Richie the ukulele. Richie swore if he caught fire at this moment he wouldn’t even pay any mind. It’s so goddamned hard to notice anything else but him.
At the same time, however, Richie found it absolutely ridiculous that Eddie had the sudden urge to build a snowman in his yard. Bundled in Richie’s old clothes with a light-up hat on top of that. Of course he had to build a fucking snowman.
“Spit it out for Christ’s sake.”
“Do you wanna build a snowman?” Richie began singing and Eddie made quick to kick a pile of snow at him. He brushed it off of his jacket and reached for a pile of snow to form into a ball. Eddie’s eyes widened and he quickly shot up to start running to the other end of the yard.
Thus ensued the most vicious snowball fight of the season. Neither one of them had very good aim, and their snowballs more often than not would disintegrate in mid flight, yet they still managed to tear up the perfect blanket of snow. Eddie’s shouts at Richie to “go suck a fuck” and Richie questioning how exactly he might do that rang through the seemingly abandoned neighborhood.The fight seemed well and done when Eddie hurled a particularly solid hunk of snow at Richie, which managed to nail him square on the face.
In reality, the hit must have only stung a little bit, but Richie mustered all the overdramatic forces in his body to fall back into the snow as if he’d been shot. Eddie knew he was fine, but came running over to pander to him anyways.
“Richie, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” The impact had left his face a bright red, but it was nothing to be concerned about.
“You’ve killed me. I’m dead.”
“Stop being a drama queen. Let’s go back inside and warm up. It’ll help.”
“No, it won’t. I’m in too much pain.”
A sigh escaped Eddie’s lips, “What will help?”
“I don’t know,” except Richie did know, he knew exactly what would help, “Kiss it better.”
Much to Richie’s surprise, Eddie was fully intent on kissing it better. It all happened so fast that Richie’s heart couldn’t catch up. Eddie grasped Richie’s face in both of his fully-gloved hands and began peppering kisses all over his face. He pressed one to his nose, both his eyelids, and several on each cheek. God, Richie thought, can’t I just live in this?
However, God was not too kind to Richie as Eddie eventually stopped. His face was still so close to Richie’s that he could taste his breath, “Better?”
“What was that for?” Richie breathed out, when he found the breath to do so.
Eddie leaned down and pressed another slow, lingering kiss to Richie’s lips. He kept them lightly against Richie’s as he explained that “Your mom is looking at us through the kitchen window.” The brush of Eddie’s lips against his made Richie shiver, as did the statement that, if true, would only affirm 100% that Eddie was not interested in Richie.
He turned his head to confirm Eddie’s statement. Maggie Tozier was, in fact, wandering about in the kitchen and stealing quick glances at the two boys. Richie felt his stomach turn. Why am I fooling myself? He felt his body go numb as Eddie’s hand against his cheek guided their lips back together into one final kiss.
They spent a little while longer outside, but Richie was only half-heartedly into it. It was not hard for Eddie to tell. They made their way back inside and peeled off their outer layers. Richie went upstairs to retrieve a few blankets, telling Eddie he could stay put in front of the fire. They both huddled together underneath the blankets as soon as he returned. But Richie wanted to be closer. He knew that he could, considering that his mother was just in the kitchen and his father was reading the paper and shooting them glares from the couch. Richie thought he had already overstepped his boundaries for the day.
Nonetheless, the feeling of Eddie’s head on his shoulder made him feel weightless. Richie found it difficult not to steal glances at Eddie. The light from the fire was throwing shadows across his cheeks. He swore that the embers caused Eddie’s entire face to glow like some ethereal being. The luminescence danced across his skin and the sight was heavenly to Richie. He wanted to let Eddie know. He thought that maybe it was alright that he could.
“You look so beautiful,” Richie whispered into Eddie’s hair.
Richie assumed for a minute that Eddie hadn’t heard, until he felt Eddie’s arm snake around his waist and pull him closer.
They stayed in that position for another few minutes. Richie couldn’t breathe. Everywhere that Eddie was on him became electrified and his heartbeat was erratic throughout his skin and his veins. Oh, what this boy can do to me.
“Hey, Eds?” he managed when he found the breath to do so.
“I feel like we’ve met before,” Eddie lifted his head from Richie’s shoulder and looked at him, confused. Richie just began to card his fingers through Eddie’s hair rather than look him in the eye, “I mean, I feel like I’ve known you forever. Before college and maybe even before I was born. It’s like our souls belonged to each other before we found each other, y’know? And that even if we leave each other or even when we die we’ll still be together. Does that make any sense?”
Richie could feel his heartbeat in his throat. Hell, he could just hardly make out the words he was saying to Eddie. Eddie was just staring at him like he had two heads and Richie considered that maybe saying that was the worst decision he’d ever made in his life. Alright, goddammit, he thinks I’m some sort of crazy person now.
“I’m sorry. That was dumb,” Richie started to remove himself from Eddie, “And awkward. Just forget I said–”
“No, Richie,” Eddie moved to intertwine his fingers with the hand that had just left his head, “I know exactly what you mean.”
Richie willed himself to lock eyes with Eddie and the world stopped. All he could hear was the blood rushing under his skin. All he could feel was the electric touch of Eddie’s hand against his and the way it made his bones shake. And all he could see was the only thing he wanted to see. Eddie’s gentle gaze encaptured Richie’s entire being and made him feel safe. Even though he was surrounded by four walls and a roof, Eddie was his sanctuary.
Suddenly Eddie was reaching to cup Richie’s cheek in his hands and Richie was panicking. If Eddie kissed him one more time he thought he might lose it.
“You know what we should do?”
“We should eat all the ice cream in the freezer so it doesn’t melt.”
Eddie immediately dropped his hands from Richie’s face, “Are you kidding me, Richie? It’s fucking cold!”
“Not cold enough to keep ice cream from melting!”
Eddie knew there was little he could do to keep Richie from dragging him to the fridge, so he didn’t make a big show of being upset about it. They each grabbed an armful of ice cream cartons and made their way back to their previous position. Eddie began on a half eaten strawberry ice cream container while Richie opened a brand new rocky road.
They spent the next hour finishing upwards of seven total ice cream cartons and guessing the ending of The Ring, making wild gestures and managing to scare themselves in the process. Eddie had found his way onto Richie’s lap and would feed him spoonfuls of his raspberry swirl ice cream whenever he had a brain freeze or his stomach would get too upset. It had been 5 minutes and Eddie had been continuously scooping the dessert into Richie’s mouth rather than his own.
“Eddie, I know you know I love eating out of your hands, but don’t you want some? The carton’s almost gone.”
“I know,” Eddie looked dejected down at the almost-empty container, “My lips are just super cold.”
Richie’s stomach started doing the flips it usually did right before he said something stupid, “I can fix that for you.”
He hesitated for half a second while Eddie’s wide eyes shot to his, but his lips were on Eddie’s faster than he could think fuck it.
Eddie’s hands found their way back to Richie’s cheeks and he felt the taller boy exhale with his whole body. Their breaths quickly mingled together. Richie pushed the ice cream away and coaxed Eddie’s hips to straddle his own. All the while, Richie was running his tongue over Eddie’s admittedly cold lips and Eddie was tugging on his long, black curls. Eddie’s weight fell heavy on Richie’s body as they both yearned to get as close as possible. Each soft kiss Eddie would drag onto Richie’s bottom lip made his heart palpitate faster and faster. As Eddie wet his lips against Richie’s own, each boy swear they had reached nirvana. The pure euphoria and the quaking of his body only made Richie press his lips harder into Eddie’s. Eddie was the only one who could make him this dizzy.
In that moment, for Richie, everything was Eddie. Everything he wanted and felt and tasted. He only hoped Eddie felt the same way.
all i can say anymore is sorry im so goddamned late oof
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