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The Morning After | richie tozier

"Richie! Come, dance with me!" You yelled over the loud music. He followed without objecting, laughing with you as he twirled you around. The music's beat began to change. You smirked before bending over slightly. You rolled your hips, surprising him. You laughed but didn't stop due to the heavy liquor in your system. He smiled down at you, laying one hand on your waist as the other stayed around his drink.

He began to move along, rolling his groin towards your backside. You moaned and stood up, connecting your lips to his. You never even would've thought of doing this to him when you were sober, but with the cloudiness of your head, you had no problem. He was your best friend who you had harbored a deep love for for who knows how long. You weren't sure if he kissed back because he shared the love or if he too had a clouded brain, but either way, you weren't holding back.

"I want you." You whispered, pulling away from the kiss slightly. He moaned, and pressed his lips to yours again, savoring your kiss. You continued to make out for a little while before pulling away and grabbing his hand. You stumbled toward a room, pushing open the door with a drunken smile. You shut the door and locked it, turning to kiss him again.

You couldn't help but close your eyes in bliss, the feeling of his hands on your body overwhelming you. You pushed him onto the bed, keeping your lips placed firmly together. You sat on his lap, moving your hips to maximize the tent in his pants. A groan elicited from his throat and maybe, for once in your life, when you woke up with one of the worst hangovers you'd ever had, you'd wish you hadn't gotten so drunk.

>> timeskip <<

A bright light seeped through the window, making you grunt in frustration. You tossed your elbow over your eyes, trying to block out the sun. You adjusted yourself, burying your face in the softness of whatever was next to you. You inhaled, smiling as a familiar scent met your nostrils. Richie's cologne. Richie's cologne? Why can I smell Richie's cologne?

You sat up, yelping as you saw Richie's topless sleeping form. You looked at your bare chest with wide eyes. You looked over at him again and lifted the blanket, wanting to confirm your theory. Your cheeks turned red as you saw that his top half wasn't the only part of him that was exposed. You dropped the blanket back over him, pulling some to cover yourself. You stared forward and reached to your side, shaking Richie to wake up.

"Richie. Richie, get up." You said, waiting for him to come to. He yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He opened them and squinted, trying to make out who you were without his glasses.

"(Y/n)?" He asked, not entirely sure. He patted around the nightstand, grabbing his glasses and pushing them up his nose. He looked at you and then he saw your back. Your entirely bareback. His cheeks turned scarlet as he came to the realization of what had happened.

"Did we...?" He trailed off. You nodded.

"I... I think so." You whispered. His eyes widened even more, as he threw the blanket off of him. You averted your gaze, trying desperately not to look... There.

"What are you doing?" You asked. He didn't respond, simply continuing to toss clothes around the room. He threw a shirt and sighed in relief. He bent over and picked something up to show you.

"Look." He said triumphantly. You attempted to glance but you weren't able to, not without seeing something you weren't supposed to at least.

"Can you uh... Cover yourself." You whispered.

"What? Oh! Y-Yeah sorry." He replied, grabbing his boxers from the floor and slipping them on.

"Good?" You asked,

"Yeah." He replied. You moved your hand from your eyes, checking what he had in his hand. It looked like a used condom and you realized what he was afraid of. You sighed in relief, bewildered that you hadn't been the first to think of that. He tossed it in the garbage can on the other side of the room and laid underneath the blanket again.

"Do you remember anything?" He asked. You chewed on your lip, trying to recall what had happened last night.

"Not really. I remember coming here for the party, calling for the alcohol, and then everything after that gets fuzzy. You?"

"Nope. Pretty much the same for me. But, if I had to take a guess, I'd say we got so drunk we fucked in the nerds' parents' bed." He replied. You couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"So... What now?" You asked, averting your eyes. It was like you could hear the gears in his head turning.

"One time, I forget who, but someone told me that soberness is like a handcuff and alcohol is the key. Soberness prevents you from doing certain things but once you unlock these 'handcuffs' with the alcohol, you do things you've always wanted to but never could. Do you... Do you understand what I'm trying to get at here?" He asked. You smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, I think I do." You replied. He returned the smile before closing his eyes.

"Great. Maybe I can take you on a real date later?" He suggested.

"Yeah, I'd love that." You said, grabbing his hand. He squeezed it in return before closing his eyes even tighter. You laughed.

"Are you trying to go back to sleep?" You asked. He shook his head.

"No, I'm trying to remember what your ass looks like."

"Richie!"