running on ice - reddie
pairings : reddie
warnings : jealously ?
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a/n sorry this took so long, I have so many request right now and i’m like mentally sinking under pressure. I hope this is okay anon!
Eddie always came along to Richie’s shows. It was a tradition, even both they started dating. Eddie would face his fear of the germs to come and listen to his boyfriends loudly obnoxious band play covers of songs he’s never heard, in favour of watching Richie get hot and sweaty as he periodically exhorted his energy banging on his drums.
Richie on the other hand would come to the pep rally every Friday night to support Eddie’s appearance, regardless of his hatred for most of human kind nothing could rival seeing your boyfriend in tight pastel pink booty shorts.
Eddie usually sat backstage at Richie’s shows, this was usually due to Richie not wanting Eddie to panic and cause an asthma attack from stressing over anybody out on the floor.
But today was different.
Eddie claimed that sitting behind the curtains just wasn’t good enough for tonight, therefore he just had to stand dead centre stage to watch his lover perform. Richie was hesitant because he didn’t want to see the fragile boy get hurt. He knew how rough the floor could get scattered with intoxicated youths and Richie knew it was no place for a five foot four, skinny, pale, flower crown wearing teenage boy. But Eddie had insisted that, that there wasn’t any other place he going to be regardless of Richie’s protests.
Richie had placed himself behind the drums, twirling the drum sticks that loosely rest in his hands. As he scanned he crowd, it was a pretty good turn out tonight. A small non-existent smile made it’s way onto his lips at the idea of people actually appreciating him for his talents, a wave of relief fled through his body, maybe he could actually get somewhere in life. Soon the idea of the masses of people seemed to have changed his opinion.
He scanned the crowd looking for Eddie’s figure, even if he wasn’t dating him, the poor boy he stuck out like a saw thumb among the copious amount of dark clothes that stood on the floor, covering the space with an aura the Richie was all too comfortable with.
Blinking behind his glasses, he narrowed his gaze slightly to this side of the stage where he found Eddie standing leaning slightly against a tall bar table. Richie noted that Eddie had found someone to talk to, and that in itself made Richie smile. Knowing that Eddie was comfortable in one of the only other places Richie was. Richie must have been staring at the pale boy for a bit longer than he thought because the only thing that broke him from his gaze was the fact it was getting harder and harder to see him. The stage lights had begun to dim and the loud strum of the bass guitar echoed the dark room.
Richie straightened his back and placed his drum sticks in their selected hands, starring out at the audience and seeing only the faint outlines of human bodies.
The coloured stage lights were suddenly turned on, and Richie heard the loud cheer from their small crowd. He heard their lead singer speak into the microphone probably asking the basic and stereotypical ‘hey, how’s everyone was doing tonight,’ but Richie paid little no attention as he looked back over at the space Eddie was currently occupying.
His mouth dropping a gape as he watched the boy laugh at something the delinquent had said. Richie whole opinion on the other male had changed as fast as a drop of a pin.
Eddie’s back was turned to the stage and his full attention was focused on a complete and utter stranger. He faintly heard the beginning of song start and he subconsciously hit drums the way he had been practicing for the past weeks but his gaze still pierced the back of Eddie’s head wondering what was just so interesting that he couldn’t even face the direction of his actual boyfriend and pretend like he was enjoying the music even though Richie knew otherwise.
Richie narrowed his eyes as he watched a hand creep up the sleeve of Eddie’s jacket. Eddie obviously didn’t feel the need to brush him away. One of the only faults that Eddie Kaspbrak will ever exhibit is the inability to be able to recognise that literally everyone wanted a piece of him. Richie wasn’t even going to hide the fact he was jealous. He gave that up long ago.
Eddie was his, and only his. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Eddie, he just didn’t trust anyone else around him. The boy was small, cute and docile, meaning he would be just as easy a target as it would be to steal a puppy from a shelter. Eddie trusted everyone, and Richie was the complete opposite.
The band played a few more songs before they were able to take a break. As soon as the stage lights turned off and the floor was lit, Richie rushed down onto the hard concrete despite the protest from his lead singer about their need to recuperate behind stage.
Richie’s long limbs were seen jumping from the side stage and striding five short steps in Eddie’ direction. Once arriving the older boy sat his head onto of the younger and his arm sliding around Eddie’s waist. Eddie flinched away from his touch and Richie tried not to let his disappointment show. Glancing to the right he saw the denim jacket wearing loser that was trying to steal his boyfriend, sipping on a drink that was clearing not cherry cola. He glared at the side of the strangers face as he brought the glass cup to his lips.
Eddie turned his head to meet the hard face of Richie Tozier. Body immediately relaxing under his touch. “Hey babe.” Eddie said, a comical expression plastered itself on his face as he observed Richie’s stoic look. Turning slightly to kiss the taller boys cheek. Richie tore his glare from the other the boy and focused his gaze on Eddie. “It's been a good show so far.” Richie scoffed.
“Yeah, like you would fucking know.” Richie said, sound muffled by Eddie’s dark brown curls. “Watcha doing with this guy.” He gestured across the table to where the guy now stood starring across at the pair.
The unknown guy reached his arm across the table holding out his hand. “Hi I’m-” “I wasn’t talking to you.” Eddie pushed back against Richie’s chest and moved from out of the taller boys grasp.
“Richie that wasn’t very nice.” Eddie’s eye widened in surprise at the blatant bluntness coming out of Richie’s mouth.
Richie’s eyes widen, “Can you not see that he’s trying to get with you!” Richie gestured wildly, sending his long limbs flying about. Eddie sighed, and turned back to the mysterious man informing him that the pair will be right back. Eddie gripped onto the side of Richie’s leather jacket, pulling him through the masses of people toward backstage.
As they past the heavy black curtains, Eddie let go of Richie’s sleeve and turned to face him. “What’s up with you?” He asked, curiosity shown in his eyes. His eyes travelled over Richie’s sweat cladded face, dark curls clung to his forehead, his face was flush with a light shade of pink making the freckles that Eddie loved disappear for an apparent amount of time.
Richie kicked the tip of his shoe against the concrete, reluctantly looking into Eddie’s eyes. “Nothing, Eddie Spaghetti.” Richie beamed a smile toward the boy. Eddie quirked an eyebrow at Richie’s all too wide smile. Eddie placed his hand son his own hips and gave Richie an expected stare. Richie rolled his eyes and dropped the smile off his face. “I don’t like you talking to that guy.”
“Rich, you can’t get angry every time I talk to other guys,”
“Eddie! He was touching you! I was watching the whole time, you didn’t ever turn to face the stage once!” Richie sighed. “I love you too much to just sit back and watch. I don’t want to lose you to som-some denim jacket tattoo covered freak!” Eddie’s lip twitched into a side smile, as he reached out and took a hold of Richie’s hand.
“You are the only denim jacket tattoo covered freak for me baby, I promise.” Eddie stood upon the tips of his toes, to press a chaste kiss upon Richie’s lips. Richie faintly heard someone callout for him, informing him he’s got two minutes until they go back on stage. With an annoyed grunt, Richie pulled Eddie into his embraced, wrapping his arms around the smaller boys shoulders tightly. Richie felt Eddie hug back just as tight, while wrapping his own arms around Richie’s middle section. Muffled by Richie’s jacket he faintly heard Eddie’s teasing tone say,
“There’s no need to be jealous, Rich.” Richie scoffed and pulled away began walking in the opposite direction, shouting in response.
“Shut it Ed’s.” Richie walked away with a genuine smile on his which made a few of his bands members send him questioning looks which he all dismissed with shake of his head.
As the stage lights turned back on, Richie glanced through his fingerprint cladded glasses to see Eddie’s bright smile staring right back at him from centre stage.
Richie couldn’t be happier.
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