saw this post by @fanficisgoodforthesoul and went;
this was fun to write!
Warnings; i guess this contains little mentions of NFSW stuff, but nothing major. also they’re college age here so pls don’t attack me thank u bye
also the f- word for gay sigh
It was October 29th when Eddie Kaspbrak was sitting on his high dorm bed and trying to read a magazine, but his eyes kept on flicking to the boy on his own bed, that was across the room next to Eddie’s.
The other boy wasn’t like Eddie; his hair was much more out of control, he was lanky, he had super pale skin and his hands were super bony— and cold, Eddie had learnt this when they accidentally went for the same tea bag once; so at this point Eddie was pretty invested on the thought his dorm mate Richie Tozier was a vampire.
1. He seemed to have no feelings whatsoever.
2. He was quiet most of the time
(and Eddie had noticed this was only with him, because outside the room Richie was laughing and cracking jokes very much out loud) but when he wasn’t, he was extremely rude— and, Eddie hated to admit it,
3. he had picture-perfect looks.
But the reason he kept on glancing at the other teen was because he felt uncomfortable being in the same room with him; like he was waiting for him to offend Eddie at any second now. Because besides him most likely being a vampire, Eddie was sure he was also a homophobe.
It all started on the first day of college, when Eddie had already decorated his side of the room; he couldn’t wait to meet his new roommate. He was so excited thinking he was maybe gonna get a new best friend; his childhood best friend Bill had moved away from Maine all the way to Switzerland, Europe for college and even though they did talk almost daily, Eddie didn’t really wanna Skype his best friend half across the world every time at lunch because he didn’t have any friends at his school.
Little did he know, that’s exactly what he ended up doing for the first couple of months.
As Eddie was on his bed writing to his diary, the door finally opened, revealing a tall, slender boy with black messy curls creeping from underneath the hood of his black, long hoodie. He had a pair of white headphones around his neck, ripped jeans covering his long legs, in his feet he had blue Converse, and he had a huge training bag with the Nike logo hanging from his shoulder.
Sure, not exactly the type of boy Eddie was expecting— because this one was hot. In fact he was so hot Eddie felt his cheeks fluster, but quickly he swallowed and jumped down from his bed.
“Hi! I’m Eddie!” He said, holding his hand out to the boy with a small on his face, but the other boy just glanced down at his hand and snorted.
“Fuck me.” He just mumbled as he made his way to his bed— and he didn’t mean it erotically; he simply meant that he was screwed.
Awkwardly Eddie dropped his hand and glanced at the boy, who had now started to unpack his sports bag, and Kaspbrak climbed back to his own bed.
Eddie cleared his throat before he spoke.
“What’s your… what’s your name?”
The other kid didn’t answer for such a long time Eddie thought he was gonna ignore him again.
“Richie.” He finally said.
“Richie.” Eddie nodded. He liked the name Richie.
“Wait—” the boy, Richie, said, and turned around to face Eddie now. Eddie, who raised his brows lightly.
“You’re Eddie Kaspbrak, right?” He asked.
Eddie was taken by surprise.
“Um, yeah.” He said. “Why?”
“Oh my God.” Richie mumbled, turning back around and now starting to throw his clothes to the boxes more aggressively.
“Is… something wrong?” Eddie frowned.
“I can’t believe I got paired with a fucking faggot.”
Eddie’s jaw dropped as he stared at the boy in disbelief— did he really just say that?
Oh yes, he did just say that.
He wasn’t surprised Richie had found out; because of course he had. Eddie knew that making out with some random boy at a kickoff- party before college started probably wasn’t the greatest idea. Now everyone knew Eddie was gay; but he never would’ve thought someone would take it this bad.
His words hurt, obviously, but Eddie didn’t say anything. He felt the urge to cry rise up in his throat and just turned to his side, not wanting Richie to see the tears that appeared into his eyes against Eddie’s own will; but he couldn’t help it. He was a sensitive boy, and he honestly hoped to make friends. Were all the other students going to react the same as Richie?
However— Eddie didn’t give up.
He knew that he had to at least try and be polite, even if Richie wasn’t. That’s just how he was raised.
So he made many attempts on talking with the boy; but they weren’t successful ones.
Like that one time Eddie was re-adjusting the stuff on his night table and kept on glancing at Richie, trying to come up with a topic— but Richie wasn’t paying any attention to Eddie as he was “busy” reading a comic.
“So… what do you like to do for fun?” Eddie smoothly asked.
Eddie would almost choke on air as he flustered, and Richie calmly flipped the page of his comic book.
“Where did you move from?” Eddie asked another day, when they stepped out of the dorm at the same time.
“None of your business.”
Rude, Eddie had thought and knew better than to ask him more questions that day as he watched the boy take rapid steps further; he clearly didn’t want to walk with Eddie.
But again, one day, he would try.
He was sitting on his bed, watching as Richie sat on his and tuned his guitar, when he decided to speak.
“You got any family?” He asked with a smile.
Richie smiled back; for Eddie’s surprise, but then he spoke.
“Again— none of your business.” He said, the smile then immediately washing off of his face before he then got back to his guitar.
Eddie’s smile disappeared too as he now realized Richie had just been faking his.
Even though Richie wouldn’t fill Eddie in on any details about his life, there were some things he’d found out himself.
He learnt to realize that Richie liked to do other things for fun too; like play his guitar, sing (in the shower) and make funny voices (that Eddie heard while he was in the shower.)
He also moved from New York, that one Eddie had found out when Richie once dropped his ID card. No wonder he was so rude, Eddie thought. He’d heard NYC people are a little shallow. Because hey, they do live in the Big Apple.
And about Richie’s family, Eddie had learned they were pretty much… not there.
Eddie remembers one time when him and Richie happened to walk back to the dorm at the same time on a Friday night, and the hallway was full of drunken teens; and for the first time ever, Richie spoke to Eddie without mocking him.
“I just don’t get it. What fun do you get out of drinking yourself to the point where you can’t remember jack-shit about it? Then you’re gonna wake up covered in vomit and piss and you’re gonna call it a great night out. Keep it up and you’ll end up as an alcoholic in no time. Really gives you a great future, not to mention your future kids.“
Eddie had just quietly glanced up at him, immediately turning his gaze away as the taller boy looked back at him.
“Yeah,” Eddie had then said. “Agreed.”
Then there was also the fact that Eddie had seen some pretty bad bruises on Richie’s body during the first few weeks, before they healed away; these were in his arms and Eddie had only seen them for the short few seconds it took for Richie to switch his shirt (and mostly he would mumble something like, “god, you wanna take a photo to make it last longer?” to Eddie, and he would turn his gaze away immediately). Eddie had obviously never questioned them, but something told him that there was a reason Richie turned his gaze down at that one psychology class when they discussed family violence.
That night Eddie heard Richie cry in his bed around one a.m, when he thought Eddie was asleep.
After November 4th, Eddie no longer thought Richie Tozier was a vampire.
He realized he did in fact have feelings; and hearing him cry in his bed, for what seemed like forever, Eddie felt his chest tighten— he wanted to comfort his dorm mate, tell him it’s okay, but he knew that Richie would probably punch him in the face if he even tried to.
Eddie wasn’t dumb. But he also wasn’t rude— that’s why he never once asked about his parents, not even after hearing Richie cry.
And even if he would have asked, he knew Richie would never tell him.
Eddie would still try and be nice to Richie, even more after the dramatic night; he’d hold the door open for Richie (never getting a thank you- though), he’d ask if Richie wanted the last slice of his pizza (he’d take it, again not thanking) and he’d again try and start chitchatting with him— mostly about annoying teachers or the weather, but it seemed that the nicer Eddie got, the meaner Richie got. He’d do little stuff; like if they walked out the same time, he would slam the door shut instead of returning Eddie’s favors and holding it open for him, and Eddie always stepped back just in time before it would’ve hit his face. Richie only ever boiled tea water enough for himself, and whenever Eddie was quietly chuckling to a text on his phone, Richie would mock his laughter in a super girly- way.
But then there were bigger things.
On November 16th Richie stumbled in to the dorm in the middle of the night with laughter, when Eddie was just about to fall asleep.
Eddie got up to a sitting position under his blanket, and he stared into the dark; the only light in the room was the dim blue moonlight shining through the curtains, and there wasn’t one, but two figures; making out.
“What the fuck, Richie?” Eddie blurted out, and the girl let out a tiny scream.
“Oh my God, who’s that?” She asked.
Eddie recognized her as one of the cheerleaders, but nothing more. For a moment he wondered if she was drunk; but he knew Richie didn’t drink, and he figured he wouldn’t take advantage of drunk girls either.
Well, it’s not like he’d even have to. Girls were desperate for him.
“It’s just my roommate,” Richie said. “Don’t worry, you’re not his type.”
Richie wrapped his arms around the girl’s waist, before whispering—
Eddie’s stomach turned around.
“Shit, really?” The girl blurted out, a tiny giggle escaping her mouth.
“Uh-huh.” Richie murmured, kissing the girl’s neck— and for some reason Eddie couldn’t look away.
“He’s staring,” the girl said, staring back at Eddie in the dark room.
“Let him,” Richie said, lifting the girl to his bed and leaning closer to press a sloppy kiss to her lips. “Lil Eddie-Spaghetti probably just gets very lonely.”
Eddie was on the edge of crying again because Richie was being so mean.
The poor brunette had literally done nothing but tried to be a nice person.
However, he tried to not think of the hurt Tozier’s words caused
(or was he hurting because he’d watched Richie kiss the girl?) he turned to his other side and pulled the pillow over his head, trying to ignore the giggles and soon pants coming from the other boy’s bed for the next thirty minutes; but Eddie could’ve sworn it lasted for closer to three hours— or at least that’s what it felt like.
On November 20th Eddie rushed back to the dorm after P.E— he never took showers in the mutual shower room because he was disgusted with the thought of sharing the room with so many people, naked.
He had to scrub the dorm shower from head to toe before using it because of Richie alone, so there was no way he was going to shower with complete strangers.
So he was covered in sweat as he stepped in to the dorm, not hearing a sound;
Great, Richie wasn’t even here, he thought. He could take his shower in peace.
He only ever dressed or undressed in the bathroom, because he didn’t want Richie walking in on him naked— for Tozier this wasn’t a problem though, which was weird since he seemed to be pretty disgusted with Eddie’s sexual orientation. Richie was constantly changing his clothes in front of Eddie, and each time it was getting harder and harder for Eddie to not look at him as he sat on his bed and pretended to read a book.
So like every time, Eddie just grabbed the door handle and pulled it open—
Only to find Richie standing under the shower, applying shampoo to his hair. Eddie gaped at him; even though Richie had changed his clothes in front of Eddie before, he had never seen the curly haired boy fully naked; well, not his front, anyway.
But now he was staring at it.
Yes, literally staring at it.
Because wow, Eddie thought.
Richie’s words made Eddie flinch back to the moment and he flipped his eyes up to Richie’s.
“If you wanna jerk one off go to Pornhub!” Richie blurted out, and Eddie still couldn’t say anything.
“Did you hear me—?” Richie asked, getting annoyed now.
Silence— the poor boy Eddie had lost his ability to speak.
“I am not fucking gay, Kaspbrak!” Richie blurted out, saying the word like it was the nastiest word ever to exist.
And after those words Eddie just nodded, mumbled a ‘sorry’ and shut the door rapidly.
He felt like staying in the dorm would be too awkward, so he walked out immediately, not exactly sure where he was going— but he knew it had to be far away from Richie because Eddie knew that now, once he’d seen it; he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about Richie’s naked body.
November 22th Eddie was coming back from one of his classes and had just made it to the dorm room, when he stopped to stare at the door. There was a paper taped to it.
Eddie’s stomach dropped as his throat started to tighten with the urge to cry, and just then some students walked past him from behind, bursting out in tiny laughs as they looked at the paper. He wondered how many people had already seen it, and even thought majority of the students seemed to know Eddie was gay already, it wasn’t really none of their business. And this was just mean.
Eddie knew exactly who was behind this; which is why it hurt even more.
He ripped the paper off of the door and with intensity shoved it open, stomping in.
“Are you serious?!” He yelled at Richie as the door slammed shut behind him, staring at the boy on the bed who had earphones in his ears.
He frowned and pulled them down, staring at Eddie.
“Huh?” He just asked.
“I asked, are you serious—?!” Eddie asked again, holding the paper up.
“What’s that?” Richie asked.
“What’s that—” Eddie mocked in a low voice. “Don’t act like you don’t know!”
“Jesus, Kaspbrak, I don’t know— what is that?” Richie was confused as he got up to a sitting position.
Eddie was furious as he squeezed the paper into a ball and threw it at Richie, who grabbed it and opened it, glancing at Eddie once more before he read it, a small frown still on his face.
Once he was done he lifted his gaze to look at the brunette, who had his fists clenched as he was breathing heavily through his nostrils.
“I didn’t write this,” Richie said.
“Then who did?!” Eddie snapped. “Because I know you hate me!”
“What?” Richie blurted out.
Eddie’s eyes widened; what the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just admit it?
“Oh my God, you’re unbelievable!” Eddie threw his hands up in frustration. “It’s so obvious, Richie!”
“What is obvious?!” Richie was so confused.
“That you hate me because I’m gay!” Eddie blurted out, staring at him.
Richie stared back, not saying a word. Eddie looked like he was gonna have his forehead vein burst at any second now, so Richie knew not to raise his voice or make sudden moves or anything that might just trigger Eddie and turn him into a small ball of rage that couldn’t be stopped; so slowly he got up from the bed, Eddie keeping a hawk-eye on his every move.
“You think I hate you because you’re gay.” Richie said.
“Yes.” Eddie answered sharply, watching as Richie made his way over to him, still with rather slow steps.
“And why is that?” Richie asked.
“Because you’re rude to me, you mock me, you act like you don’t know me outside this dorm room—” Eddie held a new finger up at every reason.
“Okay, fine, reasonable.” Richie cut him off, lightly raising his hands up in surrender and Eddie glared at him.
“But I don’t hate you,” the curly haired boy let out a small laugh, and Eddie’s brows shot up fast. How dare he laugh?
“You think this is funny?” Eddie asked in disbelief. “You think it’s funny humiliating me like that—?!”
He shoved Richie from his shoulders lightly, and this surprised the taller boy.
“For the last time, Kaspbrak, I didn’t do that!” He blurted out, pointing at the paper.
“Then who did?!” Eddie raised his voice again.
“Well I don’t know but it definitely wasn’t me!” Richie raised his voice a little too— now he was just getting pissed off.
“Oh— so it definitely wasn’t you?“ Eddie mocked.
“And why is that?!” Eddie was about to get furious; why couldn’t his stupid ass roommate just admit it and apologize?
“Why—?!” Richie asked.
“Yeah!” Eddie blurted out.
“You really wanna know?” Richie asked, annoyed with the brunette, as he raised his brows.
“Oh, please, enlighten me!” Eddie spat— the conversation was heated and the tension in the room could’ve been cut with a knife, it had grown to that point.
“Oh I will!” Richie snapped.
“Great, then do!” Eddie snapped back, and suddenly Richie grabbed his face and smashed his lips to the other boy’s.
Eddie’s eyes widened in shock and he didn’t even kiss Richie back, and then the dark haired boy already pulled away. He was staring at Eddie who was staring back at him, and his facial expression was so freaked out it would’ve amused Richie if the situation that had caused it wasn’t the one it was.
But before Richie could apologize— or, whatever, he wasn’t really sure what to do— Eddie practically threw himself at Richie. He slammed his mouth on Richie’s, he shoved his hands in his thick curly hair, and Richie grabbed him by the waist.
They started to back out towards Richie’s bed, until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed— and Richie sat down to it, Eddie falling to his lap open legged.
The kiss was thirsty and desperate; both of them had been wanting this for so long, never admitting it to themselves and most definitely not to the other one.
Soon Richie’s hands sneaked under Eddie’s shirt, and he pulled his shirt up and tossed it to the floor— then he started to work on a hickey on Eddie’s collarbone.
“What are we doing—” Eddie breathed out, his eyes closed from the pleasure he felt when Richie’s lips sucked on his soft skin, but soon he pulled his lips away to answer to Eddie.
“Something we should’ve done a long time ago,” Richie murmured huskily, before he attacked Eddie’s neck this time, and a shaky breath left Eddie’s mouth.
“God, agreed.” He blurted out.
After approximately forty-five minutes— the best forty-five minutes of their lives, honestly— the both boys were now lying on Richie’s bed, under the blankets with their cheeks red, and Eddie was snuggled to Richie’s side, finger drawing lazy circles to Richie’s chest.
“So…” he started, and Richie turned his gaze to Eddie, a smirk rising to his face— and Eddie chuckled.
“What was that?” He asked.
“That was…” Richie was trying to think of what to say. “That was something I’ve wanted to do for a while now.”
“And what’s a while?” Eddie asked.
“Ever since I saw your cute ass for the first time.” Richie mumbled, gaze sliding down to Eddie’s lips.
The smaller boy felt his stomach fill with butterflies, before he leaned his head closer to close the gap between their lips for a soft kiss.
“I thought you hated me,” Eddie murmured quietly.
“Seriously? I couldn’t hate you if I tried. You with your weird little OCD’s and fucking adorable giggles…” Richie sighed, gaze focused on the smaller boy’s hair that he was softly playing with, Eddie’s cheeks blushing. “I just… I was confused. I’d never felt like that; because of a boy. But you… God, you sure fucked me up, Kaspbrak.”
Eddie felt his heart flutter at Richie’s words as a smile took over his lips.
“Well— you sure fucked me up too, Tozier.” He said and leaned to kiss him again.
“But you–” Richie started in between the kiss, before pulling away. “You shouldn’t even like me. I’ve been nothing but a asshole.”
“That’s not exactly true,” Eddie said, shrugging lightly. “I’ve caught you off-guard a couple of times.”
“Like when?” He asked, and Eddie just smiled.
“You don’t need to know.” He said, before snuggling closer to Richie’s side and adjusting his head to rest on his shoulder, as he lazily spread one hand across Richie’s chest.
Once he did, Richie felt a warm feeling brush all over his body from head to toes; he was the happiest he’d ever been.
He figured that warm feeling was love.
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