Title: Hexes For Exes
Author: Donnie
Fandom: It
Setting: Various
Pairing: Henry Bowers/Victor "Vic" Criss, Patrick Hockstetter/Victor "Vic" Criss, Patrick Hockstetter/Henry Bowers
Characters: Henry Bowers, Victor "Vic" Criss, Patrick Hockstetter, Reginald "Belch" Huggins, Butch Bowers, Ben Hanscom, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Mike Hanlon, Stan Uris
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort/Drama/Angst
Rating: M
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1613
Type of Work: Chapter Fic
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, Homophobia, Q Slur, F Slur, Internalized Homophobia, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Violence, Gore, Drug Use, Underage Drinking, Slow Burn, Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Dub-Con, Underage Sex, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Voyeurism, Frotting, Pre-Canon, More To Come
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Vic Criss knew that letting Henry know of his crush would bring nothing but pain. What he didn't expect was exactly why it would.
AN: Hello, all! I saw It yesterday with my boyfriend, and then this popped up. I couldn't stop myself from writing something, especially while listening to the Hexes For Exes album by Moving Units. It just really made me feel like I should write something. I suppose this is a little bit of a songfic, as in it's inspired by the songs from the album, but it isn't inherently like other songfics I've seen. I hope you guys enjoy, I know I will!
Chapter One: From The Sad Things And The Bad Things ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The grey morning fog had given way to a grey, rainy day that seemed to drag on forever.
Vic sighed, leaning his head against the cold window, his hair pressed to his forehead. It was just him and Henry today, in his bedroom, listening to Metallica and losing themselves in the lyrics. Well, that's what he suspected Henry was doing. His own mind was preoccupied in the way that nothing could draw him out of it. Brown eyes followed the stream of water gushing through the gutter outside, and a sigh left his parted lips. It must have caught Henry's attention, because he looked up from where his hands were tapping to the beat on Vic's guitar, knocking back some of his hair with a shake of his head.
"What's up with you?"
Shaking himself out of his reverie, Vic turned slightly in his window seat and shrugged a little, the edge of his sweater drooping to expose his shoulder.
"Just thinking." He responded vaguely, gesturing to nothing in particular, "It's a dangerous thing, sometimes."
"Dangerous? I guess." Henry replied, back to tapping to the beat of the song as he closed his eyes, "It's dangerous for some people. You just gotta think about smaller stuff."
It was hard to try and talk to Henry about this. He'd brought it up to Patrick, knowing the kid was deranged, but also not afraid to explore parts of himself that the world saw as taboo. Of course, he had expected it to turn pear shaped, and it had. Patrick had laughed and offered him head, saying it didn't matter either way. It wasn't like Henry was going to be receptive.
Still, the idea of thinking 'smaller' was out of the question. If he had a small mind, he would beat himself up over this even more. He liked to think that the heart wanted what it wanted, despite the brain's protests. Vic was just glad he was still Henry's best friend, even if it was unbearable on occasion.
"I suppose that would be better, wouldn't it?" If only it would work. Vic's silence had given Henry enough time to fall back on his own big thoughts, and he glanced over to focus on the present, and his friend. Otherwise he was prone to get angry, and he could sense the mood enough to know that wasn't necessary right now.
"Thinking small's the only reason this town isn't on fire." He finally admitted, shrugging a little. Vic knew Henry suffered at the hands of his father, and he wanted so badly to kiss his wounds away. Thankfully, he knew better than to voice such an opinion. Hell, he knew better than to have this crush, but apparently that didn't mean much to his heart. Seeing Henry's eyes on him, he unfolded from his seat and moved to sit beside him at the foot of his bed. Back to it, he brought up one knee to rest his arm on, his other hand dangerously close to his friend's thigh. He could be happy in moments like this, in pretending that maybe he had a chance.
"Yeah, I know." Vic replied, smiling a little at his friend, "I'm glad you can think small sometimes. I'd rather not burn alive while I sleep."
"I wouldn't burn you, idiot." Henry replied, "You and me, Vic. We could take on this whole town." Nevermind the rest of their friends. Everyone knew that Vic was Henry's foil; the one that thought through their exploits a bit more, the one that helped him finish plans he couldn't fathom. Vic was the group's second head, and the one that could keep Henry's head on his shoulders and out of his ass. At least, most of the time.
"Yeah, Henry. You and me, forever, against everything." Part of Vic wanted to grab the other's hand, to kiss it and promise he'd give his life for the young man beside him. However, the bigger part of him managed to stay still, and he closed his eyes, imagining the warmth of his friend's hand. Henry tapped out the final note of the song and flourished with a grand sweep of his arm, the air from it drawing Vic back to the present.
"You ever think of getting out of this town?" Henry asked quietly, glancing at his friend just as the pause of the music erupted into the next song's notes.
"I do." Vic replied easily, shrugging one shoulder and watching his sweater slip down a bit more. "A lot of the time. This town's too small."
"It is." Nodding, the other male leaned back a bit more, slumping so that his knees were up and his back was on the carpet, "We should do it together. Just… Leave. We could pack up my car and just drive."
There was something in that sentence that made Vic's heart jump in his chest, and he looked away pointedly to keep his rosy cheeks from being obvious.
"Yeah, I'd like that." After that admission, the two fell into a companionable silence, only broken by the sound of the guitar's neck being prodded at.
"We should go to Hollywood." Henry finally broke the silence, looking at the ceiling, now. Vic had managed to get control of his blush, turning to look at the other before his eyes followed the other's to the ceiling.
"To be discovered?" He asked, curious.
"To fade with everyone else there. We could be whatever we wanted to be there. No dads to tell us we were wrong, or that we were stupid or…" Trailing off with a frown, he strummed the electric guitar a bit more viciously and Vic wanted to grab his hand to keep him from snapping strings.
"Whatever we wanted to be, huh?" Maybe the mood was getting to him, his admission of feelings right on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he moved up onto his knees, the other's name dropping from his lips. When he lifted his head and turned to face him, Henry was shocked to feel lips on his. For what felt like an eternity, he didn't move, stock still and eyes wide as Vic kissed him. It only took a second once he had control of his arms again to deck his best friend in the cheek and send him sprawling to the floor.
"What the fuck, Vic?!" He questioned, on his feet, guitar forgotten on the floor, "You some kind of queer?"
The blond rubbed his cheek, staring up at Henry, who absently touched his lips. Why did it feel all tingly? Not having the answers only made him even more enraged, and he started for the door.
"Henry, wait-" Vic was on his feet in record time, grabbing the other's arm, "I'm sorry, I- I don't know what came over me."
"Obviously you're fucking disgusting." Henry spat, the words going straight to Vic's heart. "Just fuck off, give me space." Wrenching his arm away from the other, he righted his shirt and grabbed his jacket off the desk chair by the door.
"I- O-okay, Henry. I… I'm sorry."
"Stop saying that! Just let me be angry, okay? I need this." He'd probably go for a long drive in the rain, try to think this through. Obviously, this was the 'big thought' on Vic's mind, and his best friend was never this open with his thoughts. Not unless they were incredibly important to him.
Watching Henry leave was one of the biggest heartbreaks he'd ever felt. Vic was trying not to clutch his chest, the pain in it making him close his eyes and just… Stand there, useless. He felt so powerless, so uncertain right now, he didn't know what to do. The door slammed behind his friend and he just stared, brown eyes unfocused.
When he got to his car, Henry slammed that door, too, for good measure. Turning over the ignition, he backed out like a bat out of hell, speeding off for some of the quieter back roads, despite the mud. He needed to think, and he was so angry and confused and hurt that he knew he'd need to get some of this out, first.
If he could find those losers, he could vent out his frustrations. Maybe that new kid. He was fat and stupid and needed to be taught a lesson. All he could think about was the feeling of Vic's lips on his own, and he absently touched them, hand shaking. That had felt good, and there was something in that feeling that made him feel even more hatred for them both. He'd never been this pissed at Vic before, but was he angry because of the kiss or because of how right it had felt?
Even he had no answer for that. Henry could hear his dad, already, calling him a disgusting fag, going onto that 'no son of mine' bullshit, not even covering his hatred. Bile rose in his throat and he was almost positive he would throw up if he slowed down. That made him kick it up another five miles, peeling around a curve and barely keeping control of the car. Slamming the breaks, he gasped softly, a couple hot tears dripping down his damp cheeks.
"What the fuck, Vic…" He finally stated, not even a question in the hot air of the car. Resting his head on the steering wheel, he closed his eyes, breathing heavily and trying to keep it together. Slamming his fist against the wheel, he didn't even jump at the horn blaring, just still enough to keep his stomach from churning more. What was he going to do with this?
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