Eddie scurried along the cold damp street, eager to get into whatever building he could. It was alost midnight in New York city, and the heavens had open up. The weather app gave him no warning, leaving Eddie unsheltered from the rain above. A dark club with a neon sign reading "The Upstairs" had an open door and some soft music coming from inside. Seeing as it was his only escape from the storm, Eddie hurried inside. It took him a moment to gather himself and attempt to push some droplets of water off of his shirt(unsuccessfully). He looked up, peering around the room. There was a small, dark bar in one corner with a slim man working it. To the left of the bar was a slightly raised platform, not enough to be a stage but enough to draw attention to it. A man not much older than Eddie, maybe 22, sat on a stool on the platform, plucking away with his fingers at a black acoustic guitar. Three other people were there, one at the bar and two sitting in front of the musician. Eddie went over and sat in the few seats in front of the platform. The man was good, his voice soft and welcoming. He was playing a song Eddie had never heard. Though he wasn't sure if it was original or not, Eddie wasn't too well versed in the world of music. A song finished and the man spoke. His voice just as he sang, soft and comforting.
"Thanks for coming out tonight, that's all I've got for today. I'll be back Wednesday at 9:45 for some more original songs. Hope to see you again, spread the word." He nodded as the four patrons clapped, Eddie joined in quietly. The man at the bar began to close down, putting bottle away and out of view. The other guests spoke to each other as they fished for their coats and headed towards the open door. Eddie peered outside, rain was still pouring, maybe even heavier than it was before. He walked up to the stage to the musician, who was packing up his guitar. Eddie reached into his pocket and pulled out a $10 bill, extending his hand towards the man. He was tall, pale, with dark brown almost-black hair. As Eddie was closer, he could clearly see the handsome nature of the man that wasn't completely present before. The man looked up at Eddie, his expression surprised. "For me?" He asked. Eddie nodded, smiling gently. The man smiled back, peering at Eddie through his large rimmed glasses. "Thank you." His tone was still surprised, grateful even.
"Don't you get lots of tips?" Eddie asks, still holding his gaze. The man shakes his head.
"No, I don't have the heart to ask people for money. Plus I'm an aspiring musician so just being able to play here is free advertisement." His lips pinch tightly. "I appreciate it." He adds, still dwelling. "I'm Richie. Richie Tozier."
"Eddie Kaspbrack." They reach out and shake hands, holding on a moment longer than they should. Eddie watched the bartender leave.
"Just lock it up Richie." He says before exiting. Richie nods.
"You know," he says, "I haven't really had many audience members who were as gorgeous as you." Did he just call Eddie gorgeous? Way to be subtle, stranger.
"Well I haven't really seen many musicians as handsome as you either." Richie reaches his hand out, Eddie grasps it and is pulled up to the stage. Richie stands up so that the two are only mere inches apart. He looks down at Eddie.
"Oh, really?" He asks, whispering only to him. Eddie's eyes dart up and he nods subtly. Richie's hand goes up to rest on Eddie's cheek, his pointer finger along his jaw bone and thumb under his chin. He swiftly moves his hand, forcing Eddie's chin up, and their lips meet. Are they really doing this? Kissing complete and udder strangers? Yes, they are, with no regrets. Richie's lips are soft and moving, leading them along. He kisses long and softly, slipping slight variations of tongue into Eddie's mouth. Eddie lets out a soft moan as Richie's tongue divulges deeper than before. Richie kisses him harder and deeper, picking up the pace. Eddie feels himself getting hard, but god can he not help it. Nor does he want to. Eddie's hand work their way up to Richie's hair, tugging slightly on his dark roots. Richie lets out a soft sigh.
"So you like getting your hair pulled?" Eddie whispers into his mouth between kisses. Richie nods, moaning louder as Eddie tugs more. Eddie pauses the kiss and leans up to Richie's ear; "Wanna go back to my place?"
"Yes." Richie murmurs, his word full of breath and air.
"What are we waiting for then?" Eddie asks. Richie leans down and kisses him hard one more time before grabbing his hand and running out the door with him. Eddie no longer cares one bit about the rain. He's going to be plenty wet tonight.