27 years| Reddie

He will never be satisfied

Eddie stares at his phone. It'd been two days since Richie's message and he hadn't brought himself to reply. Did he want to take him up on his offer? Definitely. But was he scared of undoing the lid of sexuality? 100%. He was at work currently, running his hands through his hair with nervous frustration as he stares at him phone.

"Everything good?" Sharon asks, looking over at Eddie. He sits up. She'd informed him that he'd come out to her whilst drunk." Eddie, you look really nervous."

"I did something...really stupid." Eddie says and Sharon raises an eyebrow with curiously." Go to the break room."

"Okay." Sharon says as Eddie gets up. She gets up out of her chair too and follows him to the empty break room. He closes the door with a loud sigh, holding his phone tightly." What's wrong?"

"So, you remember how drunk I was on Saturday night? I was completely wasted." Eddie asks and Sharon nod." Do you remember Richie giving me his number?"

"You drunk called him!" Sharon gasps and Eddie nods with a blush." What did you say? Did he reply?"

"It was a voicemail and then he texted me and...oh god." Eddie groans awkwardly, rubbing his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose with frustration.

"What did you say to be acting like this?" Sharon asks, her humour now covered with concern. Eddie sighs and drops his hand from his nose, blinking at her." Eddie?"

"I basically told him that...after I proposed to Myra I...got off to him in the shower and it was a whole mess, Sharon. I didn't even mean to say it." Eddie explains and Sharon stares at him, wide eyed. Then Eddie passes his phone to her, showing the message from Richie.

Sharon gasps and looks up at Eddie before re-reading it. Eddie blushes even deeper at the thought of doing that stuff with Richie.

"You gotta call him!" Sharon says, handing Eddie back his phone.

"And say what? I'm on the fence with this! I wanna do it but I don't because of Myra!" He says and Sharon stares at him.

"Decline the offer, Eddie. Decline it until you're 100% sure of what you want. Just say you're married and was just drunk and...horny? I guess. I don't know but just decline it!" She rambles and Eddie let's out a sigh of frustration.

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Richie dances around his dressing room with a smile, King of Rock N Roll by Profab Sprout playing. He ignores that Eddie has ignored him. He feels bad. Eddie has a husband, after all, and Richie shouldn't have intruded. It was one of those moments when his mouth worked faster than his brain. Those happened a lot and Richie always ended up in the shit.

He sings along to the song until his phone starts ringing. He sighs and walks over to it, the ID displaying as My Eduardo. Richie grins. So Eddie isn't that mad at him after all.

"Eddie baby!" Richie cheers as he answers the phone, placing it to his ear. His stomach is doing backflips and he looks at himself in the mirror. He's wearing smart attire as he has a show but he's gone pale now Eddie has called.

"Can we talk about what I admitted?" Eddie asks in a low tone of voice. One that makes his voice deeper than usual and Richie has to stop himself from getting giddy." I really shouldn't have said that. It...happened years ago and I haven't done that recently and I haven't thought about you in that way since. Honestly, Saturday night, I was just drunk. I'd had a lot for me, I'm a bit of a lightweight. After four drinks I'm hammered and...horny so, I'm sorry you were the aim of my not-so-innocent mind."

"Eds...I was joking when I texted you that." Richie admits and it's lie. Of course it is." You're married. I wouldn't do that."

"Oh...okay." Eddie says and Richie can't tell if he's hearing the disappointment in the older mans tone of voice or if he's just imagined it." Cool."

"Cool. Yeah. You're married and...kinda have a partner. I don't know. We've only ever really made out and hooked up. Never put a label on it." Richie says and it's silent on Eddie's end of the phone." So...what's your husband like?"

"My what?" Eddie asks, slightly confused. Richie chuckles awkwardly. So Eddie doesn't want to talk about his husband.

"Marty...your husband? What's he like?"  Richie says nervously. Steve's now standing in the doorway, arms crossed sternly.

"You mean...Myra. My wife. Marty is just a silly nickname I use." Eddie chuckles out awkwardly. Richie blushes and Steve raises an eyebrow.

"Oh god I am so sorry. I-I just assumed because of the context of the shit you said and-and Marty is quite a masculine name. So I put two and two together and got five." Richie rambles as Steve slowly walks over to him. Richie raises an eyebrow to him and Steve smirks." So sorry, Eds. Nickname, huh? I thought I were the one using the silly nicknames."

"Quit it, jerk! And don't call me Eds!" Eddie snaps. Richie starts to laugh but then he gasps lightly as Steve begins to kiss his neck. Right in his dressing room, with the door open. Which isn't the deal!" What's wrong, Trashmouth? You're awfully quiet."

"Miss my sexy voice, Kaspbrak?" Richie jokes, earning a flick on the shoulder from Steve, who's kissing up and down his neck.

"Fuck off! I was drunk!" Eddie snaps. Richie bite his lip as Steve kisses behind his ear." Seriously you keep going quiet."

"I gotta go. Show to do, sorry. Talk to you soon." Richie says.

"Ah...sure thing. See you." Eddie says and the phone cuts off. Richie shoves his phone in his pocket and Steve pulls away with a mischievous smirk on his face.

"You know not to do that shit at work!" Richie breathes out and Steve closes the door, locking it and then walking up to Richie, kissing distance away.

"You have an hour before you're due on." Steve says, grinning. Richie chuckles." Wanna make use of that time?"

"Steve...I'm not sure." Richie says.

"Come on, Rich." Steve says, pecking Richie gently on the lips." We haven't in a while. I miss it."

"Okay...I-I'd be stupid not to." Richie chuckles as Steve then kisses him hungrily before his hands find their way to to Richie's belt.

Richie feels bad for thinking of Eddie whilst Steve does what he has to. Richie can't get Eddie's face out of his mind. His big brown eyes. His lips that look very kissable. The words he'd said to Richie whilst drunk.

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Eddie sits miserably on the couch. Myra's asleep, so he just channel surfs. He had no idea what was up with Richie on the phone but he'd been acting weird. Also, who was Richie's partner? No news had come out about Richie being in a relationship lately and Eddie felt his stomach twist in jealousy.

He wasn't sure if he could keep it together much longer. But he was also afraid that if he met up with Richie, everything would crumble and Eddie would be making out with him in a heartbeat. Eddie smiled at the thought of it. He wanted it. More than anything. He won't be satisfied until it happens.