Ça (film) - It's coffee time

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Titre : It's coffee time

Fandom : Ça

Rating : PG-13

Genre : romance, angst

Personnages : Eddie/Richie

Nombre de mots : 678

Commentaire : J'ai écrit cette fic pour Red Sky, l'auteure de ma fanfiction préférée du fandom "When the feelings's right, I'm gonna run all night". Je l'ai soumise à son blog, hélas elle ne m'a fait aucun retour et ne l'a pas validée pour qu'elle soit publiée, du coup je l'ai pas publié sur ao3 et j'ai attendu plus d'un mois pour oser la poster ici, parce que je considère LJ comme mon espace plus perso, ya pas grand monde qui va la voir ici, et ça me permet de la sauvegarder quelque part en ligne.

Alors, comme il s'agit d'une suite non officielle de la fic susnommée, elle est en anglais, et elle ne prend en compte que les 4 premiers chapitres, puisque la publication en est arrêtée là pour l'instant. La fic raconte comment Eddie et Richie finissent par avoir une aventure dans le dos de Myra. Dis comme ça, ça donne pas envie, mais c'est écrit de façon très mature, sans donner le mauvais rôle à qui que ce soit mais en gardant tout de même un peu d'angst (culpabilité chez Eddie, désespoir chez Richie). J'ai beaucoup aimé comment c'était traité, et j'ai eu quelques discussions avec l'auteure à ce sujet...

There is a soft snore next to him and it's the reason Richie opens his eyes first. After his vision got used to the dark, he discerns Eddie’s relaxed features.

Richie wants to touch him but he doesn't dare. Doesn't take the risk to wake him up because it would bring closer the moment where he will leave. Right now he is just Richie's. There is no Myra, no other life in New York, no other house. They are in Richie's bed and he can imagine for one minute it's theirs, Eddie lives with him, they are a couple and it's nice. Richie can easily imagine them taking breakfast together, and Eddie puting the plates and the cutlery in the dishwasher. He can visualise Eddie bickering about the residues of the clean tab and how it could be cancerous.

It's weird, they don't really know each other for so long but Richie still feels like he knew Eddie by heart. They feels so familiar together, and more, so complementary, like two pieces of a puzzle.

Richie didn't know what he missed before remembering Eddie. It's awful. He would prefer ignore this. Ignorance is bliss.

Now he is condemned to want something he can't have. Another married man but this time it's forever. It's not just a fling, just a crush, just a fleeting thing.

Soulmate. When he thinks about the word, he grimaces and hides in the pillow. He's a big sap and hates it.

He risks a glance to Eddie. Handsome even in his sleep. So unfair.

God, he's fucked.

He was in this situation before. They never leave their wife. It's a lost cause and for his own heart he would have to make it stop before engaging himself too much in this.

However it's too late. He threw himself in this entirely at the second where Eddie open his tighs for him in the restaurant.

It seems like a dream, not a memory. He can't believe it's true.

But Eddie is in bed with him so it is. Eddie wants him too. Came to the East Coast just to fuck him.

Richie shivers to that particular thought. Even if they didn't do the whole stuff, he sucked him off. Eddie let him. He caressed his hair and let him swallow and it was so good, so validating, it was perfect and Richie craves to do it again.

In some hours, Eddie will leave. Richie doesn't know when he will come back. Or if he will. He is scared, so scared about Eddie realizing he did a mistake. Realizing he risked his marriage for what ? A pathetic comedian with bad humor. Pitiful Trashmouth Tozier, still attached to his childhood crush. A loser, a failure.

A fag.

Thinking like that makes Richie's eyes wetting the pillow. He snifs a little - he doesn't cry, not with Eddie naked in his sheets, he's a lucky guy after all, it's a miracle. Eddie kissed him. He touched his body without flinching, without looking at his fat belly or ugly hair.

It's not Richie finds himself totally unattractive. He is average. But Eddie is so...

He knows what people think when they see Eddie. They probably don't look twice to him. They don't see what Richie see and it's what Richie is the most afraid.

For him, Eddie is smoking hot. His face is beautifully sharp and expressive, his tonned skin, his skinny legs, long fingers, narrow hips, he's so small and yet so...

Eddie groans and Richie stops immediately to breath. He blushes, realizing he was thinking like a fucking highschool girl. Embarassing.

He tries to remember Eddie will leave. It hurts but it will hurt worse later if he doesn't now. He has to kill the shiny little sparkle of hope that Eddie decide to stay. It is impossible and he knows that.

He is worthy for a weekend, not for a lifetime.

This one hits so hard he needs to get up. He is careful, quiet and slow, puts an underwear and quits the bedroom.

It's coffee time.