Buddy Holly-ween
Written by @eduardoandale
Gift for @dorkgrayson
Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak
Word count: 1325
Rating: Teen
Eddie was fucked. Eddie was truly fucked, and he didn’t want to think about it as he sat in the corner of the party sipping his blood-coloured drink. With every gulp the liquid clawed down his throat, a mix of sugar, cordial and a lot of alcohol. Normally he would be averse to drinking alcohol especially considering he had a curfew when he’d have to meet his mother, but right now he just needed a distraction.
A distraction from the man in the middle of the room, with the sides of his black-hair slicked back in a 50’s do, a blazer that showcased his wide shoulders matched with black slacks that elongated his already long legs and a pair of thick black rimmed glasses that framed his face. He looked like he walked out of a dream, to be more exact, he looked like he walked out of Eddie’s dream.
It wasn’t a secret that Eddie liked Buddy Holly. He had fond memories of the singer, with his records being one of the only possessions that his father had left behind. They used to dance together to “Peggy Sue” and sing along to “Everyday”. It was a few years after Frank’s death when Eddie found the old records collecting dust on the shelf and decided to take a listen to them again.
It was hard at first, with all the songs connected to his dad, but after repeated listens, Eddie made new memories to the much-loved songs.
Eddie sort of became obsessed with the man, looking up his biography and softly crying in his bed after learning about his untimely death. In his sleep, he would sometimes dream about the other man. It started out quite innocent, them just talking, then they had started to get … less than innocent and soon enough Eddie woke up to soiled sheets and a sheen of sweat realising that that was just another bloody thing he had to deal with.
His realisation that he was attracted to men shouldn’t have come as a surprise, especially since everyone else seemed to have known that Eddie was gay before he did. But after many sleepless nights, he had come to terms with it. In a way. It was just Buddy Holly right? It’s not like he’s a real person, he could live with having a crush on the memorialised singer, it was fine, everything was FINE.
Everything was NOT fine, because right now Richie Fucking Tozier was dressed up as Buddy Holly for Halloween and Eddie couldn’t comprehend anything. His brain was completely fried as he watched his best friend dance around the room talking to the other loser’s in a low voice closely imitating Buddy’s accent. His voices were definitely getting better.
Jesus fucking Christ he cannot be attracted to Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier.
He gulped down the rest of his drink and went to talk to Ben and Mike.
Eddie was surprised at how fast the time went by with the alcohol with his system. Throughout the night he could feel Richie gazing at him, but Eddie refused to look back too scared to come to terms with his possible attraction to his friend. Other than that, Eddie had a good time and before he knew it, his mother was the door ready to pick him up.
Thankfully, ma hadn’t noticed Eddie’s state of intoxication as she told him to clean up and head to bed.
Eddie was in his pyjamas when he heard a tapping coming from his bedroom window.
“Richie what the fuck are you doing here?” Eddie whisper screamed as he opened the sill.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Richie said as he climbed into Eddie’s room. His hair was fighting against the grease, it was no longer pulled back but was in the natural mess that it would always fall to. The white blazer was gone, so was the tie, and his shirt and slacks were dirtied probably from climbing up to Eddie’s window. The whole façade was broken, he looked nothing like Buddy Holly, just his Richie and Eddie’s heart almost burst out of his chest with the sudden realisation that he was very much in love with Richie.
“No, I haven’t your dipshit, and can you quieten down, my mom will hear you,” the walls were thin, and he could hear her snoring from her bedroom. If she caught Richie, heaven knows what she would have done to him.
“Have so, you didn’t talk to me once tonight” Richie cried out exasperatingly, he wasn’t even trying to keep quiet and Eddie was panicking. “And I don’t know Eds-“
What caused Eddie to do what he did next could have been one of many things. It could have been the alcohol, the need to get Richie to shut up because his mother was a light sleeper and she could walk in at any given moment. Or just possibly, the fact that Richie looked handsome with his messy hair shining in the moonlight, his glasses askew and his lips stained red from the bloody-drink they all consumed but without thinking Eddie leaned in and planted a kiss on Richie’s mouth.
It was quite messy considering Richie’s mouth was open, mid conversation but as soon as their lips touched, Richie stopped talking. Eddie slowly opened his eyes and took a step back coming into his senses, and frankly quite astonished at his lack of self-control.
Eddie looked back at the now silent ‘Trashmouth’ who just stood silently blinking, did Eddie break him?
“Richie?”
“Yeah,” he replied, his voice softer, his face still glazed with a far-off look.
“Are you okay?”
“Just peachy Eds,”
“Look I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,”
“What no, are you kidding? I’ve wanted to kiss you since 8th grade.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I wrote our initials on the kissing bridge and everything.”
“Richie… that’s gay”
“You literally just kissed me,”
“Yeah, but I only realised I like you like 4 hours ago?”
“Ha, so that’s why you were ignoring me, just knew you couldn’t keep your hands off all of this.”
God why did he like this man?
“Wait, was it the Buddy Holly? Oh my god! You totally have a type? Is that why you keep his records in your bedroom? So you can play with little…”
“Shut up Trashmouth, or I’ll”
“Or what? You’ll kiss me?” He said, his smirk was teasing and infuriating and god it was also so fucking hot.
Eddie grabbed Richie’s tie and pulled him forward and so their lips were inches apart. “I just might,” Eddie whispered as Richie’s breath hitched. Pushing away a few of the curls away from Richie’s eyes, he caressed Richie’s face with his hands and closed the distance. The kiss was much softer this time, savouring the feeling of his lips on the other boy.
This time, Richie put his arms around Eddie’s waist and pulled him closer. It was all encompassing the feeling of Richie’s body against his. Why hadn’t they done this before? It was the best feeling in the world and Eddie was living.
“Eddie-bear what are you doing awake?” His ma called.
Eddie and Richie quickly detached from each other’s grasp.
“Just getting a drink of water ma!” Eddie called out, practically pushing Richie back through to the window.
“Okay Eddie-kins just make sure you go to the toilet too, don’t want you to wet the bed.”
Richie opened his mouth as he sat on the window sill about to get himself down looking like he was about to retort something stupidly inappropriate.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Eddie growled lowly faking annoyance and giving Richie one final peck.
Richie’s smirk fell into a soft smile before scaled down the house. Once he was down, he looked up at Eddie once more before giving him a little wave as he practically skipped home.
Eddie closed the window sill and went to bed with a smile on his face.