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EDDIE K.’S SEXY SUMMER ROAD TRIP FT. RICHIE T.

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Eddie and Richie road trip through the mountains, and realize what they mean to each other along the way.

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“Whaddaya think, Eds?”

Eddie turns. Richie has his hands on his hips, staring up at the rusting RV sitting in his backyard with a look of such genuine pride that Eddie almost pinches himself to make sure he hasn’t died and gone to his own personal hell.

It’s high praise to call what’s in front of them a vehicle, and recreational doesn’t even factor into the equation. More like death trap on wheels—which is high praise too, considering two of them are flat and two are missing altogether. Eddie’s ten feet away from it and already planning a tetanus shot.

He debates never coming over to Richie’s again—at least his third time today, look where that keeps getting him—adding Biohazard comma Richie’s backyard to his running list of reasons. Files in neatly, right above Biohazard comma Richie’s bedroom.

He’s considering Richie comma dumbass, which really should’ve made it on there already, when he realizes he’s still staring at Richie.

Richie’s eyes are all crinkly at the corners, like they get at the photobooth in the arcade when he turns just in time—a second before the flash—and sticks his tongue out right next to Eddie’s ear, so the reel comes out with Eddie realizing what’s happening too late to do anything but recoil in the first three and stick his own tongue back out at Richie in the last one.

It’s different from his usual crinkle and too specific to ever bring up to anyone else, but Richie does it every time they’re in there so who can blame Eddie for noticing, really, especially when they’re still just looking at each other. Eddie probably has the same face as in the photobooth too—horror edging on laughter, trying his best not to let Richie know that, fine, hanging out with him is kind of fun.

He doesn’t know why he can’t tell Richie how much fun he has. Somebody would probably look at him funny, the same way they would if he said Look! Richie’s got the same crinkle as at the arcade, isn’t it so nice?

They’re still just looking at each other. Eddie doesn’t know what it means but is suddenly worrying about a tetanus shot again and also that it does mean something, them looking at each other, when Richie’s eyes start to widen and then relax back down. That always means zinger coming, so Eddie bites the bullet before Richie can get there. “You want us to fix that? It probably has black mold, asshole.”

“I want us to restore her to her former glory, Spaghetti, Sonia’s in her prime—”

Eddie should’ve known it’d be this, always this or Eddie baby cutie patootie look atcha, which he bets is coming next, and ignores the tiny, tiny part of him that’s let down when it doesn’t.

“—get it, Eds, because she, like Mrs. K., is just waiting for me to get inside her—”

“—Gross, Richie, fucking gross—”

Richie stops short. “Gross enough to say no to the hundred bucks Went says he’ll give us if we can?”

Richie’s fucking grinning at him like he knows what Eddie’s about to say, which he does.

Because he has wronged God in some unknowable, horrific way, and also because he likes it more than he admits, Eddie spends all of his time with Richie. And because Eddie spends all of his time with Richie, who has never once missed an opportunity to spend money, Eddie is broke as hell.

Fuck.