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It wasn't long after the incident that Eddie decides to divorce his wife. Actually as soon as he set eyes on those hazel orbs the first night the thought crosses his mind. But after finally killing that clown mother fucker and realizing that Richie "Trashmouth" Tozeir was the love of his life and it wasn't hard to follow.

He had dropped everything to be with him. Currently he was moving all his stuff to his condo. Hey, being a world class Comedian apparently paid the bills.

Though a few months into their blissful state of being in love all over again when a large package arrived in the mail. It had no return label but was marked for Eddie Kaspbrack. It was poorly packaged and after everything they've been through, he found himself slightly terrified to open it.

This one parcel was enough to throw date night completely off the rails as they had definitely missed their reservation by now.

As far as he knows it could be the decapitated head of his friend Stan. Or worse- the clowns. Or even worse- well it couldn't get much worse than that.

Both he and Richie stared at it sitting on the kitchen counter. Eddie walking back and forth in front of it- nervous.

"It's just a box, it's just a box." Richie said in a tone like he was trying to convince himself and that their fear was completely irrelevant.

"Im gonna open it." Edward finally said, putting his hands on it.

"Wait no!" Richie stopped him.

"Shake it first..!"

Eddie nodded, feeling out of breath as he picked it up like it was a ticking time bomb. He looked to Richie for reassurance, who nodded.

Taking a huge inhale he gave it a quick shake.

"Sounds like junk. There's multiple things.. so not a head.. or limb.."

"That's good..!"

"Okay, I hear metal.. I'm gonna open it."

"Okay.. Okay.. Let me get the bat real quick."

"No- I'm gonna do it now. Otherwise I won't!" With that final burst of adrenaline he ripped it open. He was surprised with how it even survived shipping with how easily it ripped open. He was prepared to yell but instead-

"Oh..!"

With one swift movement he pulled out something. Richie held his breath.

"It's my yearbook..!" He said smiling. The book had a big 1994 on the front- their grad year. Right before they had moved away from Derry.

"Myra must have sent it. Surprised she didn't throw it out."

Richie let out a huge sigh, his hand going over his heart as he approached Eddie, leaning down to rest his forehead against his shoulder.

"We're gonna die in 10 years at this rate. From either a heartattack or stress alone."

"Tell me about it, I'll probably go before you then."

"Oh to be a widower."

"Hey you gotta propose first.." Eddie said leaning into him as he flipped the book open.

"Never thought in a million years I would get too.."

"Well it's been legal for 2 years now. What's the hold up- oh! Look-! Look-!" He turned as Richie looked over his shoulder and then instantly cringed.

It was his senior photo, he had a big pimple on his chin and was flipping off the camera with his tongue out.

"Your such a charmer Rich.." Eddie said with a laugh.

"Oh yeah? Well let's see how you turned out." He flipped a few pages back where Eddie was sit poised with the most awkward nervous smile on his face.

He burst out laughing as Eddie frowned.

"Dickwad." He said under his breath before looking back into the box.

"Holy shit, there's like.. so much stuff from Highschool and Middle School in here."

Trinkets and Oddities. They're were some mixtapes, board games, notepads recording winners of said boardgames.. some of his favorite books and graphic novels..

He remembered reading them in the clubhouse, playing with their friends. He couldn't believe he had it this whole time and just.. forgot.

He looked to Richie, "Do you think you have a box like this? I kinda wanna see it." Date night could be put on hold for a little longer- Rich still had tomorrow off.

Richie made his thinking face first before giving a small gasp.

"Holy shit I think I do. I haven't opened it in years though. It's somewhere in the attic."

So the next 30 minutes was spend digging through the upstairs space. Richie had a lot of junk and Eddie was beginning to believe his beau had a hoarding problem.

Until finally-

"Found it!"

Richie approached him with a decent sized dusty cardboard box that was labeled 1985-1995 which was practically their entire time knowing each other.

They were soon sat on the floor of the attic, opening it up as they realized it was a perfect timecapsul of those 10 years.

Richie was rediscovering some of his favorite old toys while Ed realized that all the comics were kept in perfect condition. Hell, they could probably sell them.

Though flipping through their childhood favorites- a certain magazine caught his eyes. He quickly abandoned Superman in order to pick it up.

"Richie Toizer had a Playboy?" Ed asked- genuinely surprised considering- well Richie's lack of attraction to women as they had discussed in the past. But maybe he went through an experimental phase where he wasn't totally sure.

"Ha, yeah a couple- I only fapped to the ladies that looked like your mom though." He joked looking up from his little puzzle game he probably hasn't played with since he was game only for his eyes to go wide and his face to pale.

"Wait- not that one!" But it was too late, Eddie flipped it open and- the first thing he wasn't expecting to see was a picture of his face tucked into the first page.

He took a closer look, it was a Polaroid of him in the Clubhouse, laughing at something, it was obviously zoomed up on his face and he realized he was probably about 16 in the picture.

He froze up, in shock as he looked between the picture of him then Richie- then back at the picture before a flush and a smile spread on his face before looking back at Richie who was hiding his own- mortified.

"Did you.. Use to jack it to me?"

"Edwardo please.. for my own dignity.. just let me die in silence.."

Eddie moved the box, crawling on his knees over to him before sitting up on them and moving his hands from his face. He was flushed just as red, adverting his gaze.

"Did you really..?"

He was silent for a good five seconds.

"I'm not giving you the satisfaction of saying it." Tozeir said crossing his arms, but that was all the answer Eddie needed.

Now what to do with this new found information, Ed wasn't sure just yet. Part of him wanted to tease the ever loving shit out of him with it- but a more compelled side of him..

He grabbed his chin, making him face him before giving him a hard yet slow kiss. Richie inhaled in a funny way meaning he was probably surprised.

He pulled away only after Richie had began to press into him, but only slightly as he whispered against his lips. "What would you think about..?"

Richie gulped, realizing that his man was in fact very turned on which in doing so did the same for him. But he needed to answer the question.

"Being able to kiss you like this.. Touch you like this.. Probably would have creamed my pants hard enough to cry if I had known I would be able to one day.. Every now and then if I was gonna pull an all nighter I would think of you sucking me down.. I think I ruined a whole dresser worth of socks at just the idea of it.."

His voice had grown soft and his eyes half lidded as Eddie seemed to eat it all up. He was practically in his lap now, Richie could feel his hard length on his thigh- so close to his own.

"And if you would have known that I would actually be sucking you off one day..?"

"Oh that was beyond my imagination.. but my left hand would've been broken.."

That seemed to be the trigger that Eddie needed because like a predator he sprung into action. He ripped the Tozier's belt off, his pants being shacked down in moments. Richie barely had time to react before he was groaning from Eddie sucking him in completely in one go.

"Holy shi- Eds.." he was barely able to get out as he began bobbing his head rapid fire. Richie's hand went to cling to his hair- looking for anything to keep him grounded enough not to cum on the spot.

His head thrown back he felt his tongue slide up and down his length as his mouth felt like a vice around him. He drew back right as Richie felt like he was on edge. His hand wrapping around as he lazily stroked it.

"Y'know if you would have properly flirted with me back then I probably would have kissed you.. touch you like this. I liked men too.. I thought you were hot- I thought you were way out of my league despite what a trashmouth you were.. If I'd had known you were secretly pulling it to me.. Fuck Richie..!"

His mouth was on him again, this time deepthroating, swallowing around him over and over and Rich was losing his mind.

"F-fuck.. Eds-!" Was all the warning he got before blowing probably the most intense load since he was in his twenties. His eyes rolled back and his hips rolled up, whiting out as he lost his breath for a moment.

As soon as Eddie pulled off he felt like he could breath again. Taking deep inhales as his vision returned just in time to see Eddie swallow, which caused a mini orgasm to transpire, his tip beading with precum once more.

Richie laid back on the ground, his body needed a moment to regenerate while Eddie wordlessly crawled into his arms. Admist his heavy breathing he bundled him close- kissing the top of his head. Just laying there.

"I'm.. I'm kind of glad we didn't have sex when we were younger.." Rich finally said after catching his breath.

Eddie looked up at him with his eyebrows furrowed, waiting for an explanation.

"I don't think I could handle having sex with you only to forget all about it for 20 something years. I probably would have gone rabid on you as soon as we locked eyes at the Chinese Restaurant."

"Fair point. I probably wouldn't have been any better.."

"Bev would've called it."

"Holy shit did she know?"

"She was the only person I ever told I was gay.. and that I had a big ass crush on you but she kind of figured that out by herself.."

"I don't think I ever told a single soul.. To scared too even think what would have happened if I got caught." He looked up to him before shifting to capture his lips, which Richie kissed back against immediately.

"But you always made me feel brave Tozier."

"Well shit.."

"What."

"I didn't know I was ready to be Mr. Richie Kaspbrack-Tozier this bad."

Eddie blinked a few seconds before shifting to completely face him.

"Was that an official proposal?"

"Yeah.. The ring is in my jacket pocket downstairs, date night remember? I was going to.."

Eddie felt tears prick his eyes as Richie looked up to him only to see tears spilling down.

He was quick to grab the sides of his face, wiping them away with his thumb.

"I'm so happy right now I think I'm gonna have an asthma attack."

"With the way you just slurped down my dick? I doubt it."

Eddie actually found it in himself to laugh at that, burying his face into his shirt.

"So.. is that a yes?" Richie asked, barely keeping it together.

"Yeah.. Yeah.."

"Holy fuck.. does that mean we're..?"

"Yeah I think it does.." Eddie stated.

"Holy shit!" Richie wrapped his arms tight around him as Eddie hugged back- the two of them rolling around in the realization that they were infact engaged.

They spent the rest of the night celebrating. Richie taking care of Eddie this time around, doing things his teenage self couldn't ever see himself getting to do in his wildest dreams.

~One year later.~

Eddie had gotten off of work and back to the condo which was just about the same except for two key differences. A yappy Pomeranian greeted him excitedly and a new picture was on the mantle.

It featured the two of them on their wedding day, all decked out next to their best men and woman. Bev and Mike on one side of Richie with Bill and Ben standinf beside Eddie. Clipping to the side was another polaroid they had found in the box along with a number of ones of the Losers lost in time. Stanley, riding his bike and smiling, their shared best man.

Eddie had gotten into comfortable clothes, their puppy curled up beside him as he turned the TV on just in time.

"Now presenting- Richie Trashmouth Tozeir!"

"Hey! Hey, Everyone!"

A roar erupted from the audience.

"Yeah..! So I've been gone a while as you know.. and it's because I got MARRIEDD!" He yelled as he flashed his wedding band and Eddie scoffed, though he was smiling the whole time. The audience cheered like crazy once more.

"So any desperate singles out there, just know all hope is not loss. If someone known for being a Trashmouth can get hitched so can you."

A wave of laughter.

"So it looks like Richie "Trashmouth" Tozeir is just a stage name now.. my real name is Richie "Trashmouth-" he made noise like the mic was cutting out which caused another fit of laughter. He laughed too.

"You fuckers don't need to know." He stated so casually which caused the laughter to spike back up again.

"But for real, this performance is dedicated to my lovely husband who's probably gonna kill me because this wasn't part of the agreement- but Eddie Spaghetti if your watching this- hi!"

That caused laughter, cheering and "AWWW-ing" to happen.

"Don't kill me~!" Richie said in a song song voice causing laughter to erupt again.

Eddie couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head as he watched the man he love perform on stage.

"Alright so let's really get into it- Hyphens- what's the deal with those man?"

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Eddie thinks he remembered the day.

The day that Richie took that picture.

They were in The Clubhouse, they had somehow all convinced themselves it was the perfect place to have a slumber party where they could all stay despite being underground in the middle of the woods. Eddie and Stan were the ones that needed extra convictions, but Richie and Beverly gnashing on Eddie for just a little bit manipulated him into coming over and then Stan was singing a different tune, especially when no-personal-space-Bill asked him sweetly enough.

That had always been a wonder throughout Eddie’s personal teen experience. He always wondered if two of his closest friends were actually very much in love but scared to tell the world because of such a small part of it they were trapped in. Or maybe they had come out to only each other and expressed their love in secret. Would’ve still been braver than Eddie.

He had realized at the beginning of last year he might’ve held feelings for his absolute closest friend in the entire world Richie Tozier. He wasn’t even sure he was even his closest friend considering how close he and Beverly were. It was like they had their own secret language with their eyes.

Though Eddie now realized all the eyes flickering to Bev with her Polaroid was for a different reason and he couldn’t believe he had he do that. At least it was only his face which Eddie had found kinda sweet and cute that that’s all it took to get his now husband riled up back then.

When he had first laid eyes on Richie after 27 years- it didn’t feel like a crush, it just felt like a longing that was never satisfied. Something about this dorky smart-mouthed man in glasses that he vaguely remembered being a world-class comedian and vaguely remembered growing up with stirred something in the pit of his soul. But it wouldn’t be clear to him when he was holding his shoulder and face in a dimly let absolutely terrifying sewer pipe- telling him that he was braver then he thought of himself did that spark fully flame. All of those feelings he had ever only felt for Richie, special- heavy- fluttery- bitter- and sweet- all at once.

Richie is what had kept him from having a happy marriage all those years. Out of college he would have never even considered marrying, but then things just escalated so quickly after he got swept up into work and those feelings faded with time. It was like he left a piece of himself in Richie somehow. A piece of his heart, and maybe that’s why he never was able to give it fully to Myra. He thinks he married mostly to put his mom at ease that he was with someone dependable. Someone that could take care of him. They never really had considered children, mainly because it was a conversation Myra would bring up and he would quickly shut down.

Children? In this economy?

Myra, I’m to stressed from work, it’s wouldn’t be good to try for a baby, especially with all the caffeine I’ve been drinking.

The world is just so dangerous right now.

Those were all excuses, Eddie knew that. She probably knew it too by the end. He was almost sure of it. When Eddie had filed for divorce, just before moving in with Richie, almost as quickly as Beverly filed for divorce- (Being divorce buddies meant he got to hear about all times his husband had been pining after him growing up, and they were always on the phone drinking their long distance red wine together talking and laughing loudly to Richies dismay) Myra hadn’t seemed to surprised, angry, hurt, but not surprised.

Probably more so because he was leaving her for a man, which he had tried to reassure her it had nothing to do with her body it was just they weren’t right for each other. The way Richie made him feel was on an entire different level of his soul then the surface level feeling he felt for Myra. Unsure and scared to feel absolutely committed, he didn’t feel that way with Richie. A soul for a soul. A heart for a heart. They were gonna spend the rest of their lives together, he knew that in the sewers and he knew that now.

But not when he was sixteen and they lived in such a blatantly hateful small town. It was like his heart beat had been traveling all through out his body. Sometimes in his throat, sometimes in his ears all hot from a whisper, or sometimes at his very core center- hot in his stomach, hotter a little ways down.

They had met for the sleep over, Billy getting away with a case of beer from his depressingly alcoholic father- but hey that’s what the beer was there for, to help him cope with his shitty death stricken life.

They were all giddy and jumpy, loose and wild with a buzz from cans and bottles a like. Richie had been rocking the hammock hard, Beverly in there with him as they passed a joint.

Smoking pot had still been a new concept for the group starting their freshman year- introduced by Bev and Rich- Ben and Mike had joined them in their indulgences. Mike and Beverly able to talk for hours about their experiences, wondering if they weren’t alone in the universe, if there was a god and their significance to him. Ben was a listener like Rich, quiet and a little dopey from mindless bliss. Their brains fogged over by the smoke.

Stan, Bill, and Eddie were less willing to go with the breeze. Stan had been one of the biggest stick ups, but was ultimately the first to crumble in his senior year. The first time Eddie had really seen him completely relaxed since the incident. Probably the last time he was too, sadly.

But this was there sophomore year, their spirits still bubbling knowing they still had what felt like so much time before they would split and ultimately lead very different lives. Forget each other just like the hazy feeling that would overwhelm their brains when they tried to remember.

Bev had gotten up, going over to Ben to stick the joint between his lips, holding the lighter. Mike sat with their Tarot deck, a phase the two would go in and out of through their teenage years. Whether they believed or not they would find some truth in those cards, even a horribly accurate reading for Eddie that he denied was even close to the truth, but it had really just been to revealing.

Still they found solace in their cards and that meant Marsh was gonna be cross cross on the floor with Halon so there was a free opening on the hammock Eddie was quick to occupy. It’s held their weight for all these years and even if Rich was the one growing significantly taller, it still held strong- even with all the kicking and shoving. Which was less prevalent now with an extremely high Richie making room with no problem.

It had been the beginning of the cool down of their ravenous wild night, though Stan and Bill were still talking rapidly about a comic book in high regard and Ben was humming along to the radio. This was after Richie had made these crazy eyes to Bev when she had her camera.

Billy had also been able to hustle out the small portable TV that usually sat off on the ledge of his kitchen counter. With their luck they might be able to whip up an episode of Saved By the Bell or something a little wacky like Full House or Fraggle Rock . Either way Eddie wanted to tune in and with awaiting arms, he and Richie were facing the same way, Richie’s larger frame pressed into his. It wasn’t too weird, Rich and Bev did it all the time but they were always constantly whispering. Made Eddie wonder at one point if he even had a chance with him.

But he had felt the heartbeat beginning to form in his stomach. The worst of them because Eddie always felt so exposed. He was glad his lower half was more or less encased by the hammock, pressed against the fabric. But Richie’s breath was just brushing his neck and he used his arm so leisurely as a pillow. Safe to do so in their small group. They were already losers, vulnerability just felt natural between them. They knew it would perceived as gay but it was fine because neither of them were gay. Right?

Bev had explored the word Bisexual, and she and Richie were the only two who really said it in their small hick town. That didn’t mean that Richie identified with the term. They mainly used it to identifying their classmates, or at least who they thought would be in the closet forever. Mainly the type of people that would be doing odd jobs around Derry when and if they graduated or didn’t go into the military or become a racist sexist cop. Those who stayed in Derry a year after high school were rumored to become a nasty part of it. No wonder they were all quick to get the hell out, except for a burdened and hopeful Mike. Though, he was happily visiting a freshly divorced Bill who became part of the divorce party at the end of Eddies and Beverlys.

Still it was an identity that Bev held proudly now, with a supportive husband and one that Eddie had began to think about too. In the 90s, in the small and small-minded town- it wasn’t safe to go around declaring anything about your identity that wasn’t straight and monogamous without some little old church goer lady fainting or a bully to find a reason to thrash them whenever they felt like it. They kept to themselves and felt safe. Places like the Club House or the quarry. Places that were special to them alone.

Though Eddie wasn’t feeling very safe now, his palms were beginning to sweat as Richie’s high let him mindlessly snuggle closer, he was always a little cuddly when he was high and Eddie was sure the heartbeat was going to give him away if Rich decided to be any closer.

Cheeks flushed as planets flew onto a screen Eddie couldn’t believe he didn’t have to squint at now indicating they were watching Third Rock. All of them watching, a small buzz of energy that Eddie just couldn’t focus on entirely. Trying not to squirm with a secret hidden in his pants and his heart as all teenagers kept.

~•~

“Oh fuck..! Eddie..”

They laid on the honestly almost soaked silken sheets, Richie laid their whimpering, trying to catch his breath as Eddie looked to him longly- waiting for him to recover. He had just nailed his now husband for the second time in the last hour. Eddie didn’t know how people planned to do things during their honeymoons- he remember a few vague tours he hardly paid attention to with Myra in Hawaii, and they only really had sex twice during the entire two weeks. But it had hardly been 24 hours and the plane trip had been absolutely excruciating for both of them, wanting to be half way across the world already so they could be all over each other already.

The moment that they threw their suitcases before themselves in their room and got the door shut they had been on each other like never before. A feral wave of pleasure rolling over them, almost every moment that wasn’t needed to take care of their human necessities was spent on his knees, or bending his husband every imaginable surface of their sweet little Italy get away condo. Eddie hadn’t insisted on anything big but Richie had sold out in Toronto so he wanted to treat them, even if they didn’t plan on leaving the room for almost the entirety of their stay.

Eddie didn’t know he still had that frantic horny urge to him like he did when he was younger. He was already ready to go again after a few full minutes- but he knew his Husband would need some time. Get a drink of water and possibly need to be held for a few moments.

Basking in the high of their endeavors.

“I think, I think I remember the night you took that picture.” Eddie stated, his voice still a little airy.

“Oh yeah?” Came Richie’s extremely and throughly fucked voice. Croaky and rigid from his husbands escalated sex drive. But he was fine with it, he loved when Eddie topped like this. Hot and domineering, all that pent up aggravation getting used to pleasure him beyond his wildest dreams.

“Yeah, you got Beverly to take for you ya perv.”

“She was reluctant, but I somewhat got her to believe it was in fact for a scrapbook.”

“Yeah right, she saw through your horny bullshit like a window. She was just being a good friend.”

“What can I say? She supports the gays.” His voice had gone down to huffy and Eddie took note.

“That was the night our dumb brain cells finally pieced together we could literally sleep at the Clubhouse.”

“Only in the summer, the Winter Sleepover or 97’ will never be repeated again, I’m afraid.”

“Only if you want your nads to freeze off and I’m quite infatuated with them right now so that would be a shame.”

“Yeah?” Richie asked and Eddie didn’t miss the slightly sensual undertones.

“Oh yeah Tozier..” he growled out and Richie knew he was done for again. Eddie practically dragged his hips up and placed a few pillows under his torso for support. It made Richie flush like a teenager again at how careful Eddie could be with him despite his larger frame.

Though it was also how filthy his husband could be for him to as he splayed his ass apart, spitting directly on his hole as it made a disgustedly wet splatter against his overly sensitive skin. Eddie went ahead and pressed two fingers in him spearing him and curling those finger to hit a spot that had been so throughly abused already he felt his cock holt back to life miraculously.

“Eds..” he was whining again, feeling his little gym rat husband’s rather hard body meld around him again. That cock that Richie practically worshipped pushing into his sloppy hole that had been its sheath for the third time this hour and the eighth time overall since they had arrived in their room. The last two cream-pies making their venture so slick and hot it was like they were melting together. Becoming one.

They would probably get dinner, then recommend a shower only to spend a few hours again in the steam, at least the nice ocean side view was provided over a balcony that Richie could only imagine he would be holding his moans back from on around 2am when Eddie’s sadistic kinky side really kicked in. He could already imagine himself holding on to the railing white knuckled as he probably would have to bite his bottom lip so hard that it would bleed and Eddie would be so gone he’d lap it up and get on some absolutely mental adrenal rush. All while overlooking the moonlit crashing waves just on the horizon.

It had Richie reeling already, but for now he didn’t mind being a spoiled little pillow princess. Keeping his ass in the air and weight off his knees for his husband who was quite mindlessly rocking his world for what felt like the hundredth time already this night.

And Eddie would continue rocking his world all week. Even when he got back to traveling for his shows. Even when he brought home a little wedding gift that was NOT welcomed at first to help them get over their irrational fear of all Pomeranians.

For as long as those golden bands stayed on their fingers did they love each other with a love that could only be so real for true genuine soulmates.

Or in their case, secret high school sweethearts that kept it even from themselves.