27 years| Reddie

Blame It On The Alcohol

Eddie never thought he'd be in a club after reuniting with an old friend, but Sharon had convinced him, and he was quite drunk. They were sloppily dancing together to You Spin Me Around (Like A Record) by Dead Or Alive. Eddie feels carefree and happy for once. Sharon is surprisingly a party animal, and he isn't complaining. The song ends and the two make their way to the bar, getting another drink before sitting down on a bar stool. Eddie is no spring chicken and he knows that as his body is aching.

"Sharon! Can I tell you something?" Eddie hiccups before drinking his drink. Sharon smiles and nods." I'm...gay. Full homosexual. Really find men attractive!"

"Really?" Sharon asks and she doesn't look shocked. She knows but it's funny seeing Eddie nod with a sloppy grin on his face, hooded eyes." Wow."

"Mmm-mmm, men. Me. I like men." Eddie burps before drinking his drink again. Sharon chuckles slightly, experiencing Eddie like this for the first time." Which is weird, because I'm married to Myra. Don't have much of a sex life with her, it's nonexistent. I haven't actually done that shit. Only had like...handjobs and stuff from men-

"Eddie, I don't need to know." Sharon cuts him off with an awkward laugh." And I know. I could hear you and Jared in the storeroom."

"You could?!" Eddie asks and Sharon grins, nodding." Fuck. Well. Oops. I need another drink."

"No more, you're wasted." Sharon says and then she stands up, Eddie watching her." I'm going to the toilet, don't do anything stupid!"

"Wouldn't dream of it!" Eddie chuckles. Sharon smiles and walks off to the women's restroom. Eddie smiles contently and then pulls out his phone, his ticket from Richie's show also coming out with it.

Eddie hesitates. He could ask Richie to join them, that could be fun. But, Richie's a recovering alcoholic and probably doesn't want to go clubbing at 39 with someone he doesn't know and someone he hasn't seen since they were 18. He decides to ring him anyway, just wanting to hear his voice.

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"He's an old friend!" Richie protests to Steve, who's at his apartment. They'd been squabbling due to Steve being jealous of Eddie." I haven't seen him since I was a kid, Steve."

"The way you looked at him it just...irked me!" Steve sighs. Richie raises his eyebrows and kisses Steve gently." I'm still the only one?"

"If it changes, I'll let you know." Richie says with a grin. Steve rolls his eyes and kisses him again, deeper. Richie pulls away quickly and then says goodbye to Steve.

He decides on showering, feeling sweaty from the stage lights. Just as he goes to walk into his bathroom, his phone rings. It's an unknown number, so he ignores it, and heads into his bathroom, running the shower so it'll heat up. Richie shrugs off his clothes and gets in, sighing slightly under the warm water. His mind races, thinking of his childhood and of Eddie and how smitten he was as a 13 year old. That's the age Richie was when he figured out he was in love with his short best friend.

He didn't know why he'd been so drawn to Eddie. He didn't know why it'd been him. But, nonetheless, he loved him. He loved how irritating he was. He loved his voice. His hair. His eyes.

Eddie hadn't changed much, he just looked slightly older, he had no acne anymore, and he looked good for almost 40 and Richie was jealous slightly. Jealous and attracted. Then he remembered the ring Eddie was fiddling with. So he was married, making the comedian let out a defeated sigh.

He gets out of the shower, putting a towel around his waist. He picks up his clothes and puts them in the laundry basket before leaving the bathroom, going over to the kitchen and putting on a vinyl, Twin Sized Mattress by The Front Bottoms playing. Richie dances around his kitchen in a towel as he grabs ingredients for some dinner.

He cooks and sings and dances and laughs and he's happy, feeling fulfilled, glad to have Eddie back in his life. Best friend or not. He still loves him and Eddie wouldn't have to know. Never. Richie chuckles slightly as he changes the vinyl to a Pulp one, continuing to dance as he finishes off cooking his dinner. He sits at the island in the kitchen and begins to eat, singing along with mouthfuls of food.

Once dinner is done, Richie leaves his plate on the side, going to clean it once he's dressed. He heads to his room and pulls out some sleep shorts, sliding them on. They're an awful shade of neon green with the most ridiculous pattern of dark blue zig zags on them. He sighs and heads back to the kitchen, doing the washing up and then turning vinyl off.

Before sitting down on the couch, he grabs his phone, noticing a missed call from the unknown number from earlier. He raises his eyebrows curiously and then he presses the voicemail and places the phone to his ear.

"Heyyyy Richie! Hmmm I am a little drunk. Probably not a little. A lot. Sharon left me alone so I thought I'd call because I miss your...sexy voice. Then you didn't pick up. So I thought I'd leave you a voice mail thingy." It's Eddie and he's slurring his words and giggling and hiccuping. Richie blushes." We should definitely meet up soon. Miss you. Miss your stupid too big glasses and huge fucking forehead. Did you know I first watched your show just after proposing to Marty? Yeah and then Eddie jr came to say hello and I rushed away and did...some shit in the bathroom. Felt guilty doing that thinking of you, to be honest. I don't know what I'm saying. Ah shit. I think...you're pretty. And...and I love- AH HI SHARON. Sorry, Richie, got to go."

Richie sits in shock, eyes wide and breathing rapidly. Marty. So Eddie was married to a man. Eddie's gay. Quite obviously he's gay after confessing that to Richie. Richie's blushing and then he chuckles. Eddie being drunk is probably not a good idea. He sighs and itches the back of his neck awkwardly, his heart beating rapidly as he thinks of Eddie. A grin placed upon his face.

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Eddie groans as he wakes up, his head pounding and feeling sick. He can't remember anything after his fourth drink. Four drink Eddie isn't a good thing. He gets giddy and awful.

"I told you not to drink so much." Myra sighs, placing a wet flannel on his forehead. He groans and she rolls her eyes, leaving him alone. He sighs and grabs his phone, squinting at the brightness of his screen.

He scrolls through his messages, there's one from an unknown number, so he clicks on it and his eyes go wide. He can suddenly remember his stupid voicemail he sent to Richie.

Unknown: awww Eduardo, you get off thinking of me? How sweet. We gotta meet up soon. Maybe make some of those fantasies a reality.

Eddie slams his phone down on the bed and gets out, rushing to the bathroom, his stomach churning and vomit rising in his throat. He kneels by the toilet and almost recreates the exorcist into the bowl.

What has he done?!