Murderous Shorts
By Dr FooFoo
Part Three : Gémissement
==
Hopelessly... I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly... I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
- Endlessly [Muse]
==
Richard shifted uncomfortably in his seat once again, then stared over at his blond friend in the driver's seat.
"Richard, would you sit still?" Justin sighed quietly, trying to keep his eyes on the road and not distracted by Richard. Richard snorted in response and scratched his chest idley. He looked back out the front windshield and rolled his eyes subtly.
"I don't see why you insist on driving me..." he mumbled, grumbling internally. His car was in the shop again for a paint job and Justin had declared himself Richard's new chauffeur.
Justin took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He wasn't going to let Richard get to him. Not tonight. "I have an agreement with the principal, Richard... And unless you pull your History mark up at least ten percent this semester, you'll be seeing me again in a few months." He flushed faintly, almost frightened by what he'd just implied or suggested.
Richard turned his head towards Justin again and smirked suspiciously. Justin didn't notice, so Richard shimmied a bit closer to him and reached out his hand to trail a finger across Justin's neck. "That wouldn't be so bad..." he murmured, carefully watching Justin's face for a reaction.
Justin gave him what he was looking for: a slight flinch and an obvious blush. "Richard, I'm driving..." he pointed out, grip on the steering wheel tightening unconsciously.
"Then stop..." Richard whispered, leaning forward to plant a trail of light kisses along Justin's jawline, to his ear. Poor Justin looked like he was about to pass out.
"Richard--" he squeaked, then cleared his throat and tried again. "Richard, please..." His breathing had increased tenfold and his knuckles were white with pressure on the wheel.
Richard slinked closer and attached his lips to Justin's neck, nibbling and sucking lightly. Justin whimpered softly. Richard drew back to murmur huskily, "Please what...?" then descended on Justin's neck again. Justin whimpered again, louder, and quickly went over his options in his head.
After several seconds of nothing from Justin, Richard bit down hard on his neck, and made a quiet noise against his skin. He pulled back, though, when Justin yelped and swerved the car.
Justin decided, after being attacked by Richard, that his best bet was just to give in to the other boy's demands, and pulled over to the side of the road. He almost breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed it was a lot darker than it had been a few minutes ago, so, hopefully, Richard wouldn't be able to see him blushing and biting his lip.
Richard grinned triumphantly when Justin pulled over to the curb, then pounced the second he had the chance. Straddling the poor boy in his seat, Richard pressed his lips to Justin's roughly, taking out his sexual frustration on the little blond.
Justin concentrated mainly on remembering to breathe, and once he was sure he wouldn't asphyxiate, he bravely brought his hands up to rest lightly on Richard's hips and waist. He consciously wiggled slightly, and made sure he wasn't holding Richard too tightly or being clingy at all. He figured Richard wouldn't like that much.
Richard showed his appreciation for Justin's subtle actions by grinding his hips slightly and tilting his head to deepen their kiss. Unexpectedly, Justin reached down to beside his seat and pulled on the little lever that controlled seat movement. Both boys squeaked in surprise when the chair reclined quickly, and Richard undid Justin's seatbelt hastily to get it out of his way, then leaned down on Justin again.
Justin moaned very quietly and Richard flushed and squirmed. "Justin..." he whispered hotly in Justin's ear. "Do that again..." Justin complied and Richard couldn't help moaning a little, himself. He licked Justin's earlobe lightly and Justin bit his lip.
Richard was in the middle of suggesting they climb into the backseat when there came a sharp rapping at the window. Justin almost screamed, and Richard froze, glad his pants were still on. After a few moments and more rapping, Richard sat up and glanced out the window.
"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath, and Justin strained his eyes to see through the window. Richard spun the handle a few times and the gladd rolled down enough for him to smell the foul breath and see the shiny nametag of a police officer. The cop leered at Richard, then peered into the dark car at Justin, who hid his face partially under his bangs.
"What can I do for you, Officer..." Richard glanced at the silver nametag, "... Mundt?"
"Y'all are awares that this here ain't no parking spot?" came the mangled response, and Richard glanced at Justin, who looked mortified.
"Um... no, sir, we didn't. We'll move if you want--" He was interrupted by Officer Mundt, who was staring into the station wagon again.
"Who all's in this here car?" he croaked, and R ichard glanced at Justin again, who looked even more mortified than before, if that was possible.
Richard smirked at him, then looked back at the bulky cop. "Just my girlfriend and me, sir," he said with a smile, but the smile quickly disappeared when Justin kneed him in the crotch.
Officer Mundt hesitated for a moment, then nodded his approval and turned and left. Richard sighed quietly, then laughed slightly and rolled up the window. He was about to lean down and kiss Justin again when the blond shoved at him and put up his chair.
Richard climbed back into his own seat and stretched, then winced at the faint pain near his groin. He was about to verbally complain when Justin spoke.
"Want me to tutor you at my house?" he said softly, starting the car. Richard smirked and nodded slightly, though Justin didn't see, then looked out the front windshield.
Justin gripped the steering wheel and stepped on the gas pedal.
fin!