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Smut

By ShowMeAHero on Ao3

"Goodnight?" Richie offers. Eddie frowns again. "...Unless?"

"Unless what?" Eddie asks. The two of them look at each other a beat longer before Richie forces himself to open his dry mouth and speak again.

"Unless... I don't know, did you want a drink, or something?" Richie asks.

~

When everybody finally decides to just go to bed and figure everything else out in the morning, Richie finds himself strangely bereft of the joy he'd felt so recently. He tries to remember what, exactly, was making him so happy.

Eddie shoves past him on the staircase just then, saying, "Can you fucking move, dickwad? Who the fuck stops in the middle of a staircase, Jesus Christ, get your fucking bag-"

Aha, Richie thinks, watching Eddie haul his suitcases up to the top landing and down the hall to his room. There he is. Joy himself.

Eddie looks back at him, then rolls his eyes and says, "Move, Richie, you fucking idiot."

Richie does as he's told, dragging his bag up the stairs just to watch it piss Eddie off. It works; Eddie's brow furrows as he glares at Richie's tread up the steps and past Eddie, to his room down the hall. They're not next to each other, which is probably for the best, because Richie does not plan to do any family-friendly activities in his room, and he'd prefer Eddie, specifically, not be the one who overhears those activities. Just in case.

"Goodnight?" Richie offers. Eddie frowns again. "...Unless?"

"Unless what?" Eddie asks. The two of them look at each other a beat longer before Richie forces himself to open his dry mouth and speak again.

"Unless... I don't know, did you want a drink, or something?" Richie asks. Eddie looks completely bewildered, like Richie asking him to get a drink is the weirdest thing that's happened in this entire fucking insane day, and that just makes Richie laugh. "Or not. That's fine-"

"No, I-" Eddie says, then stops. "No, I'd like a drink." He motions to his room, then says, "I'm- Can I-"

"No, yeah, I'll..." Richie jerks his thumbs towards his own door. He's not sure why he suddenly feels so awkward, but most of it is probably the fact that he's about to jerk off about Eddie before he goes and drinks with Eddie, and he has to hide all of that from Eddie. "I'm just gonna- I'll meet you downstairs?"

"Sure, yeah," Eddie says. He unlocks his door and slips inside in a flurry of angry muttered words and suitcases banged in the doorway. Eventually, though, he gets inside, and Richie hears his door click shut behind him; after a moment, the lock clicks, too. Richie raises an eyebrow before going into his own room.

He's pretty sure Eddie's using this time to- to take a shower, or call his wife, or book a plane the fuck out of here, or something. That's what they should all be doing, except Richie doesn't want to shower, he doesn't have a wife, and he's got a rental car he very much plans to drive until the tires are bald the second he sees Pennywise again. So, in lieu of any typical activity to do, Richie locks his own door, dumps his bag next to the bed, and sits down to dig his lube out of the side pocket.