Lover: Bill Denbrough x Reader (Sequel to Losers: Bill Denbrough x Reader)

Cigarette Break

Bill choked on his beer, and I thought I even saw some come out of his nose as all eyes were suddenly on me. They didn't believe him did they? Either way, I had to come up with a cover story because this little drunken asthmatic outs me and Bill in front of my drunk older brother and all of our childhood friends.

"Come on Eds, you weren't supposed to tell anybody. You said it was our little secret." I pouted as I looked over at Eddie.

Eddie tensed up, but I don't think anybody else noticed. His big brown eyes stared over at me in confusion for a moment before he decided that maybe playing along with my story would make for a better reaction out of Richie.

"Sorry, Dollface. I just couldn't help it." He winked and it took everything in me not to laugh.

"I call bullshit!" Richie laughed, "There's no way that you two got down and dirty. That would mean Eddie cheated on his wife, and we all know he's not into women under six hundred pounds."

"Oh yeah, fuckface? Then how do you explain this?" Eddie asked, dipping his napkin in his glass of water and reaching over to wipe away the makeup on my neck.

Richie's eyes traveled down to my neck and the look on his face was reminiscent of one I'd seen almost thirty years ago.

"Holy shit, guys look!" Eddie exclaimed pointing at me.

"What is it?" I asked, a bit frightened.

"Your neck...either you got some gnarly hickeys or when whatever grabbed you, it left quite a mark." Richie shook his head as he examined my neck.

"I'll be damned. It seems like he's got you beat. You can tell all the jokes you wanna about his mama, but he's actually gone heels to Jesus with your sister." Mike shook his head, but I could tell he was trying not to laugh.

"Heels to Jesus?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, you know wallpapered the closet." Mike shook his head.

"Excuse me?" Bill asked, starting to laugh a bit.

"Went twenty toes? Put Percy in the play pen?"

"We get it, he fucked my sister!" Richie shouted over all the childish uproar.

"Who the hell is Percy?" Bill laughed even after Richie's outburst.

"Oh my goodness, Eddie. She's got so many hickeys, she looks like a leper." Beverly shook her head, examining my neck closer.

"Don't even joke like that Bev. She's not nasty like that," he thought for a moment before pulling a cheeky grin and wiggling his brows, "Well not in that sense anyway..."

"Eddie!" I almost laughed as I threw my napkin at him, "I think you've told them quite enough."

"No, actually, I haven't heard enough." Richie said, staring at me.

"What? Do you wanna know what Eddie's like in bed or something?" I asked, a bit irritated with this whole situation that Eddie had thrown me into. And then I remembered...

My eyes snapped back up to Richie's and I saw hurt attempting to hide behind behind his bulky frames. I wanted to apologize, but my mouth wasn't cooperating. The whole table was quiet and embarrassment singed my cheeks as I felt everyone, almost suddenly sober, looked at me.

"Well no, I don't," Richie shook his head, be he knew that I knew it might have been a lie, "But there is something I wanna know the answer to."

"And what is that, Richie?" I stared down at my hands in my lap. Any type of bite my voice previously had was gone.