𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 : 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

party for two.

nov. fourteenth, friday — night —

t. w. rape

eddie walks into the smoke filled house, braxton by his side, their fingers intertwined perfectly.

the house is crowded with teenagers.

' gee, great. another party. ' eddie thinks to himself, annoyed with the fact that this was braxton's idea of them going out together.

though aggravated, he puts on a smile and still blushes like crazy when the older boy gives him sweet pecks on the lips.

" hey, i'm gonna go see if the guys are here. go grab yourself a drink, i'll be right back. " braxton says before leaving with a kiss and a wink that makes eddie melt on the inside.

eddie is most definitely not a party drinker. he really only drinks with his own close friends. but, he supposes that a drink or two here with braxton won't hurt. besides, braxton will be watching him. so, what could go wrong ?

he downs three shots already, grimacing at their burning, yet smooth, taste.

wandering around after two more shots, he begins to search for braxton.

" oh, hey, eddie. i see you had your drinks. " braxton laughs out, gently touching eddie's shoulder to stabilize him.

the slightly tipsy boy just smiles a gorgeous, toothy smile which makes the other boy only laugh more.

" here, let me get you some water and we can go upstairs. does that sound okay ? " he asks.

the small boy nods vigorously and already begins his short journey upstairs.

while the two boys party together, a few miles down the road lays richie in his bed, high as a kite with a girl leaving trails of kisses down his long neck.

" what do you want me to do ? " she asks in a sultry tone, pushing his shirt up closer to his chest and away from his stomach.

" whatever you want, love. " he grumbles, not caring much at all for the girl.

' who is this again ? she's a friend of vega, right ? ' he asks himself, head spinning round and round like the ceiling fan above him.

with his shirt being tugged over his head, and his pants being pulled off, he hopes desperately that this will help him push away these strange feelings.

her kisses are soft, but they feel like small needles being jabbed into his stomach.

her touch is warm, but it's icy cold as well.

she touches him in all the right ways, and in all of the right places. but, it doesn't feel as it should. it doesn't feel good.

eddie is laying down, belly full of recently chugged water from a solo cup.

" tired, babe ? " braxton asks, pulling his sweatshirt off his lean body.

eddie mumbles a ' yes ' and turns over on his side.

braxton walks over to the small boy and strokes his cheek. eddie easily leans into the touch and relishes its feeling.

after just a few moments of this action, braxton starts to trail his hand down the younger boy's body. eddie grumbles and repositions himself, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the motion.

braxton only shushes him and continues to run his hand down further.

eddie immediately starts to realize what's going on, and is not pleased. he attempts to sit up, but is unable to. his body feels stuck to the bed. he can make small movements as he did before, but nothing more than that.

" br-braxton. wh-whats happening ? " he asks groggily, his head beginning to spin harder and faster with each second.

the other boy simply doesn't respond and begins to unbutton eddie's pants.

eddie's breathing becomes heavier and he starts to panic. he can't move, he can barely get any words out, and he's starting to have trouble breathing.

he cries and whimpers, tears streaming down his soft cheeks.

" p-please . . . "

the older boy's hands are all over eddie's, now, naked body.

he kisses his thighs, touches areas he doesn't want messed with. he finds pleasure in eddie's pain and fear.

then, the worst happens.

it hurts. 

it hurts so bad.

he tries to think of anything other than this.

his mom.
his friends.
pets.
grades.
school.

anything !

. . .  richie . . .

he bites his lip as braxton thrusts harder, rougher.

he wishes richie were here. he would protect him. he would tell him that this isn't his fault.

even though,

is it ?

once he's done, he gives eddie a kiss on the lips as if nothing has happened.

he's gonna taste the salty tears that belong to eddie's broken, doughy, brown eyes.

" you were great. "

" that was great, rich. " she huffs out as she collapses on his chest.

he wishes eddie were here.

' i wonder what he's doing. '