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[realtrashmouth]

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"amnesic (boy)friends walk into a bar in weho"

[respirations]

( A business trip to California marks the furthest Eddie has ever been from home.

At least, he thinks, its the furthest he's been from home. Whatever time existed in his youth before college and moving to Yonkers before university is a bit of a blur. It was almost like everything kicked into gear around the age of eighteen and nothing happened (at least nothing worth remembering) happened before that. He could definitely remember because not remembering is fucking weird and obviously that meant some major health concern and―

Okay, brain, time to breathe.

Anyway― as far as Eddie (though perhaps he should shoot his therapist an email) was concerned this was the furthest he had been from home and he fucking hates it.

Los Angeles is a clusterfuck of an aneurysm waiting to happen which is saying a lot considering he calls New York City home. Everything just sucks from the need for a car, the traffic as a result and the people it traps in its never ending traffic jams. By the time Friday rolls around and one of the guys invites him out to a bar that's within walking distance, Eddie doesn't give it a second thought before they're on their way to some eccentric looking place with a large outdoor space and a downstairs comedy club.

As it turns out: the drinks are great which helps as the night goes on and especially after Eddie wanders downstairs at the urging of his coworker. It's all fine and dandy, silently judging the opener before another guy comes on and Eds is hit with a way of familiarity that he thinks might end up with him passed out on the floor. It's only through a want to figure out why this guy is so familiar that keeps him glued to his seat because this guy is definitely not funny. A fact that, to his surprise, pisses Eddie off to unimaginable levels.

It only gets worse when they lock eyes and before he knows it― they're absolutely shitting on one another. Eddie never thought himself capable of heckling yet here he is tearing at the guy just as hard as the comedian gives and its only when someone off stage comes on to wrangle the guy that he finally stands, fuming and rushes back upstairs.

Now seated in some far corner of the bar Eddie finds himself glaring daggers as the comedian (what the fuck was his name, again?) appears at his side and mutters into his drink. )

If you're here to start shit again then I swear I'm gonna break this glass upside your head, dickwad.

a million years later i reply...

[realtrashmouth]

( Richie had been working hard since he dropped out of college, and for anyone that knew Richie Tozier, the words “working hard” weren’t really in his vocabulary. But, for once, he was finally trying, and he was actually really fucking good at it.

Being funny came easily when it was aimed at taking a stab at yourself. People laughed along as he joked about his terrible eyesight and the awful interactions with women that sometimes ended up in him getting slapped around the face. It was all jokes and funny and har-har at the comedian and Richie didn’t mind it. He’d spent most of his life getting laughed at for something, hadn’t he?

The funny thing was, he could barely remember his childhood. He must’ve been happy, he must have had friends, there had to be… something. Right?

So Richie is on stage, and he’s doing one of his usual routines at a new place. He’s picking on people in the crowd, asking them questions, making assumptions, and then his eyes fall onto a table, and in particular, a man who looked less than impressed. His perfect candidate. Until he eyes fucking look at him properly and something inside Richie squeezes like he knows who this man is and suddenly he can’t breathe.

Richie freezes. He stares. He stumbles over his words for a second and lets out an awkward laugh and then starts talking about how fucking hot this guy is, about how he looks great with his frowny face and how he’ll have wrinkles by the time he’s 40 if he’s not careful and didn’t your mother ever teach you that if you keep glaring at people your face will get stuck like that forever?

They go back and forth, and Richie laughs when the guy decides to leave and he carries on with his routine trying not to think about how he’s just called this guy hot in front of everyone and hopes that people thought he was really, really just joking.

He can’t stop thinking about him, not even when he’s finished his bit and he’s done for the night. Blue eyes land on him as Richie orders his drink and he smirks behind the top of his beer. He slides on over to him, entirely too much in his space and lets out a laugh at the man’s comment. )

Aw, come on, man, it was all just a joke. I’m a comedian. I get paid to be funny. You’re at a comedy club, you can’t seriously be pissed?

( He’s never had someone take offense to what he’d said before. It’s new. )

Why don’t we start again? I’m Richie.

[respirations]

( As much as Eddie wants to get up and leave there is something keeping him glued to his seat as the man approaches him. He can't help the way his mouth twists into a frown, brows furrowed as he looks away and nurses his drink instead.

Yet as the comedian slides on over toward him, laughing with those eyes sparkling in a way that draws Eddie's toward him once again. Despite himself, Eddie remains seated with a huff of air and another needed sip of his own drink. )

Could of fooled me. Aren't comedians usually supposed to be funny? I can't believe they pay you for that shit―

( It's all said with another huff of air yet as the other man introduces himself, Eddie glances over with a curious look and unable to ignore how much his heart seizes in his chest. )

Eddie― my name is Eddie.

[realtrashmouth]

( there's something about the way eddie frowns that makes richie want to keep annoying him, keep trying to make him laugh... keep trying in general. his heart is pounding hard beneath his ribcage. this man was hot. richie wasn't kidding when he'd said that, but he couldn't very well admit that right now, could he? he couldn't out himself. )

eddie.

( the name sounds nice on his tongue. eddie. eddie. eddie. richie wants to say it over and over again. )

nice to officially meet you eddie. so what brings you here then if you don't think i'm so funny? you on a date?

[respirations]

( Again― he narrows his eyes and frowns but ultimately returns to his whiskey sour with a needed drink. He doesn't want to admit how much the other's attention gets his heart racing though he figures maybe its just the adrenaline from earlier when they were having their back and forth during the show. )

I'm not on a date― ( He says quickly, perhaps too quickly before forcing himself to glance away. )

It's not a date. I'm here on business, a coworker invited me out― I didn't know it would be a comedy club situation.

[realtrashmouth]

Oh, you're not on a date? Handsome man like you?

( Richie sips on his drink and smirks, his eyes staying on the man, wanting to see him frown or squirm again. He can't help it, it's like a gravitational pull, an instinct to tease Eddie. )

And you wouldn't have come if you'd known it was a comedy club situation? You got a thing against comedians?

[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.

insert chicago soundtrack

[respirations]

( He gets home late ― later than usual anyway. The sun has already gone down and been replaced by a dark storm with strong winds typical of Chicago. Despite being bundled up in a winter coat and a rain jacket that Richie had bought for him just days earlier he is still soaked through to the bone with a harsh chill.

With a huff, he slips in through the front door and drops his keys onto the small dresser in their front door. His sneakers, soaked through, are nudged off before he shrugs off his jackets with a sigh of relief to finally be home. It's a small, one bedroom thing over the bookstore where he works for extra money on days when he's not working at the university.

Thankfully, they got a good deal on the place. Though Eddie thinks maybe the owner took pity on two kids in love who just run away from backwoods Maine. They're lucky, in that regard and he's grateful for what they've managed to accomplish in this year since running away in the dead of night. )

Rich? ( Despite the wind and rain, thankfully their dinner surived pressed up against his body and he steps toward the kitchen as he calls out. ) Sorry, I'm late. The fucking sky opened up on me on the way home.

Re: insert chicago soundtrack

[realtrashmouth]

[ ooc: hey! idk if you're still online/around or not but if you are lmk and I will respond <3 ]

with @kegstandking

[realtrashmouth]

Yeah didn't wanna make it awkward but I guess here we are. It's cool if u don't by the way.

[kegstandking]

it's not awkward. but i don't really know what i want.

i'm really not boyfriend material, i can tell you that much

[realtrashmouth]

Totally fine. We don't have to do anything. We can just fuck.

[kegstandking]

yeah? cool. honestly it's probably better that way. for both of us.

[realtrashmouth]

Yeah you're right. Probably is better for both of us.

with @gucciloafers

[realtrashmouth]

[ Richie got back quickly after cancelling his meeting with Steve - who definitely wasn't happy. What could he do, though? Eddie had been telling him how desperate he was for his ass to be eaten and Richie wanted his cum on his face when he was finished. There's no way he would've been able to sit in a meeting and focus on work with that in his head. ]

Eds! I'm back!

[ Richie calls out and rushes up to the bathroom where Eddie said he'd be in the shower. He undressed quickly and pushed the door to the bathroom open. ]

Hey, hotstuff, ready for some munching?

[gucciloafers]

[ It's always been this way between them, hasn't it? Even as kids - Richie would suggest something far out of Eddie's admittedly-narrow comfort zone, Eddie would throw a fit, then end up doing it anyway. Lather, rinse, repeat. And here they are now, Eddie having spent the last hour or so making frantic Google searches about how safe and how hygienic it was to eat ass. Jesus Christ.

He's rinsing conditioner from his hair when he hears Richie call from the doorway, his heart racing. They bicker endlessly, but Eddie's always, always happy to see him. There's still a part of him that worries he could forget Richie all over again, and he has to push it down lest it drive him insane. ]

Do you have to call it that? Close the door, you're letting the cold in.

[ Like it ever gets cold there. It's been a nice change, surprisingly.

Eddie opens the shower door just enough to pop his head out, his smile betraying the way his eyebrows knit together. ]

Get in here already.

[realtrashmouth]

Call it what? Munching?

[ Richie asks with a laugh and finishes taking off his socks, the last part of his clothing still on, before he gets into the warm shower behind Eddie. The water hits him and he smiles, pressing his lips against Eddie's shoulder. ]

What do you want me to call it? Ass-eating? Salad tossing? Eating a chocolate pie?

[ He teases, his hands on Eddie's waist as he stands behind the shorter man, his lips against Eddie's shoulder again. ]

[gucciloafers]

Yeah, ugh - makes it sound like you're, I don't know... a cow or something.

[ Eddie scrunches up his nose before ducking back into the shower, Richie soon following behind. It feels good, feels right to feel his body against his own, sighing as Richie's mouth finds his shoulder.

Only to screw his face up again as Richie teases him. ]

Chocolate -- gross, Rich. Seriously?

[ But he laughs despite himself, rolling his eyes even as he leans back, pressing his body against Richie's. ]

You're the worst, y'know. Making me into a real pervert.

[realtrashmouth]

I thought it would make it easier to talk about! Plus, I can mention it in public. Like: hey, Eds, remember when I ate your chocolate pie in the shower? People would think you baked and I ate food in the shower. I've done it before.

[ Richie loves teasing Eddie just for the reaction, and continues to pepper kisses over his shoulder, his hands wandering over Eddie's waist, moving over his body; his stomach, his thighs, his ass, massaging muscle and lightly scraping blunt fingernails over his skin. Just touching Eddie is turning him on. ]

Mmhm, you're a Grade A perv, Eddie K. I'll have to lock you up and throw away the key.

[gucciloafers]

Nnnno, that is exactly what we are not going to do, you fucking jackass. Oh my god. In what world -- is that -- subtle?

[ It's hard to sound as frustrated and stern as he'd like to when Richie's got his mouth on him, hands wandering, and Eddie'd already been turned on before he'd gotten there. Him and that filthy mouth, filthy mind - they've got Eddie feeling things, wanting things he'd have never considered before.

Taking a half step backward lets him press his body against Richie's, wet on wet, panting softly as he feels his cock twitch between his legs. ]

Oh no, locked up in here with you? You're gonna torture me.

[realtrashmouth]

[ Richie laughs at Eddie's reaction, getting exactly what he wants whenever he teases the other. It's always been that way, and Richie always loves the way Eddie frowns and gets mad at him. ]

Uh-huh. All alone with me. What shall we do, hmmm?

[ Richie presses himself more against Eddie, his dick against his ass, before he begins to sink to his knees slowly, kissing down Eddie's back. Then he kisses one of Eddie's ass cheeks, softly, teeth lightly nipping at his skin and muscle. ]

Bend forwards for me, Eds.

[gucciloafers]

Mm - what indeed. Your worst, probably?

[ Eddie shivers as Richie presses against him, rubbing back against him before he's suddenly shifting, kneeling, and this is all becoming very real. His breath hitches, putting a hand out to brace himself against the wall as Richie kisses his way down his back, over his ass. ]

Fuck, okay, um...

[ Eddie parts his legs a bit more - to stabilize himself, more than anything, but it's useful in more ways than one. Then he bends forward at the waist, his other hand joining the first on the wet tiles. He's trying to keep calm, not let his mind wander to a million horrible endings - like what if he slips? What if the water goes cold and they get hypothermia? You know. Normal worries. ]

[realtrashmouth]

[ It's a bit of a squeeze with this angle, but with Eddie bent over some more, Richie can get in his tongue between Eddie's cheeks, licking between them in one swipe. He smiles and pauses before moving his face in closer, one hand gripped tight onto Eddie's thigh and the other on his left asscheek, holding it away from the other so he can get easier access.

Richie begins licking at Eddie's tight ring of muscle, humming happily, lapping away, taking note of Eddie's reaction to every lick. ]