One-shot; takes place pre- or during the film.
Justin had been sitting alone on the edge of the bluff.
Richard had lied to him.
He said he wouldn't - he'd promised he wouldn't - but he had.
And now Justin hated him.
Tossing the empty glass bottle on the rocks, he'd watched it smash, then stood up and backed away from the edge.
"Miss me?" a hand had grabbed him around the throat.
Justin let out a muffled scream, but let it die in his throat as he saw it was only Richard who held him, grinning his dangerous and arrogant smile.
His face had changed to a frown, Richard had let go of him, and Justin ran a hand over his neck.
"Look, I didn't mean what I said earlier.. it just... slipped out. It's not true," Richard had slowly begun to circle Justin; checking him up and down repeatedly, as if trying to see what was hiding under his clothes.
Justin's gaze had fallen to the floor.
"No... Look, Jus..." Richard had stopped moving and stepped in front of Justin. Brushing his friend's hair off his face, Richard had let his hand rest on the other's boy's cheek. "I'm sorry."
Justin slowly looked up and met Richard's eyes.
"I..." Justin didn't know if his friend was telling the truth or not. He almost never knew.
"Please. I am sorry," Richard had looked sad. Maybe he had just been playing...?
But Justin had believed him. That was why, now, at this very moment, Justin was half-asleep in his friend's arms, Richard curled around him protectively.
Right now, Justin could have cared less if Richard was lying to him; he just felt so safe, so loved, so perfect, lying beside him, their arms wrapped around each other.
What Justin didn't know, and wouldn't want to, was that Richard was considering leaving him. For a woman. And Justin wouldn't be able to take that. He wanted Richard. He needed Richard. His life would be ruined without Richard.
Justin loved Richard with all his heart.
But did Richard love him back?