Title: Lovers

Author: Lazalot_Anreads

Beta: None

Characters/Pairings: Justin/Richard

Rating: NC-17

Challenge: None

Summary: A year after the murders, something new develops between Justin and Richard.

Notes: None

Chapter 001

They'd gotten away with it.

Justin was still smug about that. It had been over a year since he and Richard had killed that Olivia woman, and the cops had officially closed the case months ago. He and Richard were home free.

He wondered what Richard thought about that, and almost groaned out loud. He hadn't seen the other boy for months - he was still pissed about Lisa - but that didn't stop him from thinking about his partner in crime. A slow, ironic smile twisted his lips. He was beginning to think he was obsessed.

A tapping on his window knocked him out of his thoughts. Looking over quickly, he blinked in shock. There was Richard, grinning hugely through the glass, conjured by his musings. "Richard!" He moved quickly to let the other boy in. "What are you doing here?"

A dark scowl crossed the other boy's lips. "It's been a year I've stayed away from you, Justin. That's long enough, don't you think?"

Justin felt a worm glow of arousal. It always turned him on when Richard got all possessive, even as it pissed him off. He was in love with his cocky partner. Richard, however, was oblivious to Justin as a sexual being, even after what they'd done together.

"Well?" Richard looked truly pissed, now, and Justin realized abruptly that he'd been standing there staring for too long without an answer. A warm flush covered his cheeks, but he couldn't help but smile. So what if his partner had slept with a girl he'd been considering and taped it, then gave the tape to him? It wasn't his fault he was oblivious. At least, Justin hoped not.

"I missed you, Richard," he admitted easily. "I was just thinking about you."

Richard's previous grin abruptly reappeared and he reached with both hands for Justin's head, pulling him in until their foreheads rested against each other's. Justin gasped, startled, but didn't protest. He could smell liquor on the other boy's breath. "That's why I'm here. You thought about me."

Justin's cock was half-hard, now. He loved it when his partner said things like that - sometimes he felt the same way. Like he was so tuned in to Richard that he could read his thoughts. He tried to pull away, but Richard had no intention of letting go, so he sighed and relaxed into the other boy's space, closing his eyes and being careful to keep that part of his body away from Richard's.

"I missed you, too, partner," Richard said hoarsely. Justin kept his eyes closed, not sure how to take that. The other boy was a flirt. Justin had found long ago, to his utter disgust, that he was too chicken shit to do anything about it.

A moment later he opened his eyes, shocked at the tender way Richard's hands slid around his neck. It didn't frighten him at all, of course. Richard would never hurt him, never betray him in any way besides sex. It was thanks to him they hadn't been caught - he hadn't broken under the cops' questioning no matter what they'd said. He found he really couldn't be too mad about the Lisa thing when he thought about that. He couldn't be mad at all when Richard was touching him so sweetly and looking at him with such a gentle expression.

"I'm glad you're here," Justin said quietly, giving in to the urge to step just a bit closer to the other boy. He still wasn't close enough for Richard to notice his erection, however. "What have you been doing?"

His partner let go of him and moved to flop down on his bed. Justin sat beside him and crossed his legs Indian style. "The usual," his partner said cheerfully. "Sex, drugs, rock and roll. You?"

"The usual," Justin replied sarcastically. "Books, drugs, rock and roll."

"We really need to get you laid, dude."

Justin scowled. "I am perfectly capable of getting myself laid if and when I want to do so. Sorry to disappoint you, but I won't be needing your help, Richard."

"The hell you don't!" Richard spat, quickly growing angry again. He'd always been moody. "Nobody is touching you without my permission, Justin. Which means no one is touching you."

Justin rolled his eyes. He never knew how to take such comments. "I can't live out my life as a virgin, Richard. Besides, despite your beliefs, you don't own me."

"But I do, Justin. I own you just as much as you own me." Richard's eyes narrowed. "Don't forget that."

Justin shivered in lust. Richard really needed to stop saying things like that or he might spontaneously combust right in front of his cocky partner. There was just something so sexy about being claimed so vehemently by the other boy. He couldn't help but push his luck. "I'll get sexually frustrated and you'll end up killing me, and you'll get caught - you know you would."

Richard didn't bother to deny it. "So let me take care of you, baby boy," he said brazenly, a glint in his eye.

Justin stopped breathing and his heart skipped a beat. His partner had never called him 'baby boy' before. It was an unmistakable come on and he swallowed heavily, unsure of what to say. Finally, he settled on a casual, "I'm not stopping you." He could laugh that off as a joke later if Richard wasn't serious.

Apparently his partner was serious, though, because in the next instant he was pinned beneath the other boy with said boy's tongue in his mouth. It was wet and messy and hot, so completely claiming, that Justin nearly came in his jeans. He managed to avoid embarrassing himself, however, and focused all his energy into kissing Richard back.

It was so good. So very good. Richard was groaning and grinding their cocks together through their pants, and Justin had somehow gotten his legs wrapped around the other boy's waist. Heat seared through him. "Yes!" He gasped and tilted his head in submission as his partner attacked his throat with hungry lips and sharp teeth.

"You're so beautiful, Justin," Richard whispered, lips close to the younger boy's ear. "So sexy and hard and hot, god damn, baby …"

"Richard," Justin moaned, arching his hips. He slid his hands underneath his partner's shirt, stroking skin that was already slightly damp with sweat. He wanted to feel more, but just couldn't make himself ask. He was still a little afraid it was all a joke, or his over-active imagination. Richard was busy sucking a livid bruise up high on Justin's neck, anyway, and the younger boy really didn't want him to stop - not even long enough to get naked.

Then his partner started talking again, and all Justin could think about was stripping and doing every sweet, dirty thing that rolled off of Richard's tongue. "I can't wait to suck you, listen to you beg until I let you come down my throat … and I really can't wait to fuck you, put you on your hands and knees and just pound into your sweet virgin ass …"

"Off," Justin muttered, barely coherent. He tugged at Richard's shirt. "Take it off, please …"

"Yes," Richard hissed, and sat up to strip both himself and Justin of every stitch of clothing either of them had. He was so enthusiastic he managed to rip the collar of the younger boy's shirt, but Justin couldn't care less about his clothes when he was getting everything he'd wanted for so very long.

"Richard," he moaned in agonized pleasure as the other boy leaned down and licked the head of his hard, jutting cock, tasting the precum that dripped liberally from the piss hole. "Ah, ah, yes, yes …" Reaching down, he tangled his fingers in his partner's hair and tugged at the spiky locks as he wiggled his hips, desperate to get inside Richards hot, wet mouth.

The other boy obliged him, taking him as deep as his inexperienced throat could handle without choking himself. Justin tried hard not to thrust his hips, but it became quickly obvious that he was failing when Richard grabbed his waist with both hands to hold him down and pulled his mouth away. "Be still, baby, I'll take good care of you. I promise you that."

Justin was going to come before Richard even got his lips wrapped back around his cock, he was sure of it. He desperately tried to hold on as the other boy's warm breath washed over his cock, but it was too late. Hips bucking, he sprayed semen all over his partner's face, and then cried out loudly as a second, even more powerful orgasm washed through him at that sight alone.

Mortified, he let his head fall back weakly and covered his bright red face with his hands. Had that really just happened? God, Richard would kill him, if he didn't laugh himself to death first.

Justin was wrong on that count, however. Instead of laughing or yelling, Richard moaned long and low and came against the younger boy's leg, gasping harshly. "That … was … so … fucking … hot," he panted. "You're incredible, Justin. So responsive …"

"Really?" Justin asked quietly, uncovering his face and peeking cautiously down at the other boy. "You aren't mad?"

"The only time I have ever been angry with you, Justin," Richard replied seriously, wiping his face with the younger boy's boxers, "is when I saw you kissing that Lisa bitch. Why'd you think I did what I did? I had to show you that she didn't deserve you."

"That's what you meant, when you said you did it for me?" Justin sighed and sat up, reaching down to carefully lace his fingers with the other boy's. "I thought you just wanted to hurt me."

"I didn't think she was that important to you," his partner replied, looking slightly insecure for the first time since they'd met each other. "Do you still want her?"

"No! I want you! I've always wanted you, Richard!" Justin frowned. "I was angry that you let her touch you, not the other way around. I almost blew it because of that." For the first time, he was angry at himself for letting something so small come between them.

"Oh, baby," Richard sighed and pulled him close, again resting his forehead against the younger boy's. "I only want you, okay? It's just you and me from now until forever, okay?"

It was an incredibly romantic thing to say, or at least Justin thought so. He smiled shyly. "Okay. Until forever, or until you get tired of me."

"Never!" The older boy snapped sharply, squeezing his hand in warning. "I'll never be tired of you, baby. You'll always be mine, just like I'll always be yours. Always."

"Okay." Justin's smile widened. "I - I like it, you know, you calling me that. Baby. Even though I'm not, really."

"You're my baby, though," Richard disagreed, his voice husky and a crooked smile gracing his face before the serious expression took over again. "I won't ever leave you alone again, now. I don't care what anyone thinks, and now we don't have to worry about being caught, so I'm going to be stuck to you like glue … baby."

"I think I can handle that." Justin smiled and leaned in to kiss him. Richard tasted like sweat and his semen, which made him shiver in pleasure. That and the fact that he could do this, kiss Richard like this, made him happier than he was sure he'd ever been in his life. Happier, even, than he'd been just an hour ago, when he was contemplating their win against the fools that called themselves cops.

This was the beginning of something huge. He knew it. He just knew it, and somehow, deep down, he was sure that Richard definitely agreed with him on the fact that nothing - not even getting away with murder - could top this.