AN: Minor slash so if you don't like, don't read. Stephen King owns them. I just bow down to him and Rob Reiner. Will switch POVs.
This "one shot" has mutated into a series, which I FINALLY named!
Please no flames. Don't like slash, don't read, that simple.
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-Chris' POV-
The party had cleared out, especially the ones that caused their bit of trouble. I looked at Ace and couldn't help but smile. He smiled back and winked as Gordie, Teddy and Vern walked over to me.
"Are my glasses broken? Or did I just see you making out with Ace?" Teddy asked, his voice getting higher as he spoke.
"Uhm…" I began, unsure what to say. "Well your glasses aren't broken."
"Holy Jesus," Vern said. "You're a homo, Chris?"
I tripped over my words, trying to find the proper way to respond. "You're damn right he is," said Ace coming over and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I laughed a bit as he nipped at my ear, smiling against my skin. "So boys," Ace continued. "Why don't you drink up and hang out with us? Beers are on us and while you drink you can get used to the idea of Chris and me." With that Ace kissed me before smirking and walking off, back over to Eyeball.
I turned back to the group and smiled. "I need a drink," Teddy said as he walked off towards the cooler that held the beers.
"Me too," Vern said, following Teddy. Gordie shrugged and followed. I felt my stomach turn, watching my friends walk away from me.
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-Ace's POV-
About an hour after the party died down Gordie, Teddy and Vern were drunk and Chris was sitting on the couch, arms across his chest. I thought about checking on him when Gordie walked over and sat down next to him. I kept my eyes on them as I sipped my beer and took a drag of my cigarette. Eyeball came up and leaned on the wall next to me, his eyes following mine to the couch.
"Don't tell me you're jealous of Lachance," Eyeball said quietly to me. I didn't respond because I knew it was true. "Come on Ace, Chris isn't a dumbass; he's got you, why the hell would he want Lachance?"
I thought about that for a minute, my eyes locked on Chris and Lachance on the couch. Lachance was leaning into Chris, talking and smiling. Chris was just looking at him, his arms now unfolded but his jaw was clenched. Lachance kept talking and Chris kept staring and I felt my blood boil when Chris pushed a piece of Lachance's hair from his eyes.
Looking at Eyeball, feeling my stomach turn I said, "He wanted Lachance first, I was the consolation prize." With that I took another swig of my beer and walked away, heading into the kitchen.
After a few minutes of quietly steaming I thought all of them had passed out from too much beer but then something shattered the silence.
A loud crack and "What the fuck!?"
I jumped up and ran back into the living room.
Chris was standing, fists clenched, eyes blazing a hole through Lachance's head who was currently on the floor, hand over his cheek.
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-Chris' POV-
I pushed some hair away from Gordie's face. "Your hair is getting too long Gord-o," I said. "You should get a haircut."
Gordie smiled at me. "I never thought you'd," he swallowed. "Never thought you'd be with a guy, Chris."
I laughed a bit. "Me neither Gordie," I said.
He smiled goofily and I couldn't help but find it adorable. "Remember the day in the tree house," he said.
"Which day, Gordie? We're always there," I said.
"The day you told me you were gay. And that I was the one you liked…"
I froze, not liking where this was going. "What about it."
"I've been thinking about it lately. Remember when I tried to tell you that one day I might feel the same?"
"Yeah but we both know that's not going to happen Gordie, besides I'm okay now," I said, trying to laugh it off.
"But what if I don't want to be alone forever? Can that day be now?" Gordie asked.
"Gordie you won't be alone forever. You'll find some chick who loves you and you'll get married and have kids and be a famous writer and you'll forget all about this crap."
Gordie leaned forward and kissed me.
I was in shock for a second before I pulled back. He smiled goofily and without thinking I pulled back and punched him square in the jaw, standing up as he fell to the floor.
"What the fuck?" I yelled. Ace and Eyeball came running back into the living room but I didn't care. "What the fuck, Gordie? You think just because I wanted you before and because you're drunk and afraid that you'll never grow a pair and land a chick you think you can say that shit? Do that? And what'd you expect, Lachance? For me to just fall into your arms and let you have what you want until you woke up tomorrow hung-over and remembering that you're straight?!"
Gordie looked confused, staring between me and everyone else in the room. I could feel the tears coming to my eyes. "I can't believe you, Lachance. You're so fucking afraid of never being loved you figured I'd just fall in love with you because you wanted me to?"
I felt arms come around me and jumped. They tightened and I looked back, seeing Ace's face, a frown set on his features but not an angry frown, a sad one. He lifted me off the ground and carried me upstairs to my room and dropped me on the bed. I could hear everyone leaving downstairs, Teddy and Vern being ordered by Eyeball to take Gordie somewhere to sleep the beer off.
"What the fuck is his problem?" I asked, practically yelling, frustrated tears coming to my eyes. I hit the mattress and pillows, my anger and confusion all coming out in a rage. I kept hitting them until Ace caught my wrist and spun me around.
He pinned me down to the bed, lying across me as we locked eyes. "Chris stop hitting everything in sight. Let him sleep it off and forget about it," he said quietly and if it wasn't for the fact that he'd been amazingly sweet to me lately I'd be afraid that it was a threat.
"What are you talking about?" I said. "He says he wants to try and be with me because he doesn't want to be alone and kisses me and you're just going to let it go?" I yelled.
He pressed harder, pinning my arms down tighter and I could feel the circulation in my hands fading. "He's afraid." Ace said shortly.
"Of what? No one ever giving a shit about him?" I asked.
"Yes!" Ace yelled. I froze and looked up at him. "He's scared that if I have you he has no one. Duchamp and Tessio may hit each other and screw around a lot but they're always together and it was always you and him. If I have you, if it's you and me and Duchamp and Tessio who has Lachance got?"
I sighed and looked up at Ace. "So what do I do?" I asked.
"Talk to him tomorrow. When he's sober," Ace said. I nodded and Ace let go of my hands, sliding to lay down across me, his weight not crushing me but pressing me down into the mattress all the same. I wrapped my arms around him and smiled against his skin, my lips beneath his ear. We fell asleep like that, half of Ace's body across mine, my face buried against his shoulder, a smile hidden there.