Stede didn't show, Ed went back to being Blackbeard, and despite the two crews having since reconciled to sail the Revenge together again, things remain awfully tense between the two co-captains.
Perhaps a late-night drinking game and a pinch of jealousy will sort that right out.
“Never have I ever...” Stede swallowed. Never had he ever.
“...shared my bed with a man,” he said, and the air quickly filled with murmurs, rising like buzzing insects around him.
“Hold on, be more specific. To sleep or to fuck?” Black Pete yelled out, and Stede plucked at invisible lint on his coat, avoiding the one pair of eyes he could feel pressing on him.
“To... eh... fuck,” he clarified. Technically, he had shared a bunk bed with Ed, even if the other man hadn't slept there.
“Buggered a man or been buggered by a man?” Fang pressed, and Stede waved his hands before his face as if to stave off the question like a pesky fly.
He shouldn't have picked this one. He wasn't even sure why he had done it. To provoke something, perhaps. To express his frustrations. To communicate something to... someone.
He didn't look at Ed.
After Derry, Richie and Eddie start hooking up in secret. Richie knows it's never going to be anything serious—and he's fine with that, really—but sometimes Eddie makes it too easy to pretend otherwise.
- Part 11 of Clowntown Kinkmeme Fills
Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti)
09 Sep 2021
Eddie clears his throat. “How often would you say you ejaculate?”
Richie pauses with his spoon halfway up to his mouth. Milk dribbles over the edge to splatter on the table; Eddie grimaces but forces himself to stay on track.
“Uh,” Richie says. “What?”
“It’s a simple question.”
Or: Eddie reads an article in Men's Health and gets a little too invested.
“Dude what? I just came out to you, man!”
Eddie throws his hands in the air with misplaced indignation, his specialty. “I know you did, I’m— I didn’t expect— you did it in a really fucking stupid way!”
“Oh, excuse me,” Richie yelps, his face flushing. “I’m sorry I didn’t hire a skywriter, but it was a bit spontaneous after my fucking ex showed up and shoved his happy little gay family in our faces.”
“Your ex?” Eddie’s voice is hitting a frequency only dogs and Richie can hear, so Richie tries to shush him lest he spill the embarrassing tales of his childhood to the whole of this tiny Derry diner.
Or; Five Times Eddie Meets Richie's Exes... And One Time Richie Meets Eddie's.
Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)
15 Apr 2022
There was a time when Eddie was afraid of the thing he wanted most.
He feared Richie. He feared the way his eyes lingered on him for too long, the way his hands felt when he reached out- fingers curling around Eddie's bare calf- to steady them as they swayed in the hammock. He feared the way his body leaned too heavily into Richie during movie night, desperate to feel the heat of his body. He feared loving him; feared what the world would think of two boys falling in love.
He told himself he would no longer let fear get in the way of what he wanted most.
And Eddie wanted Richie. He wanted him in every way possible. Near him, on him, inside him. He wanted to love Richie openly, the burning desire to be Richie's one and only scorching hot in the center of his chest.
Eddie would have to be the most unafraid he had ever been in his life in order to get what he wanted.
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27 May 2022