Title: Murderous Shorts : Part Ten : Obscurité.
Author: Dr FooFoo
Rating: R
Warnings: yaoi
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Notes: Last of the Shorts.
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Scares the hell out of me
And the end is all I can see
And it scares the hell out of me
The end is all I can see
- Thoughts of A Dying Atheist [Muse]
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Justin was in the middle of shampooing his hair when the lights in the washroom went out. He could still see, thanks to the morning light shining dully through the window, but otherwise the room was in darkness.
"Richard...?" Justin called, assuming his friend had turned off the lights, not knowing Justin was in the shower. At no answer and no lights, Justin tried again. "Richard!"
Justin almost screamed when slim, tanned arms snaked around his waist, but when Richard's familiar, hard body pressed up against him, he relaxed, and even pressed back, into the embrace.
"Hey Justin, how you doin?" Richard murmured sweetly in Justin's ear, nuzzling his neck gently. Justin shivered faintly. He loved that voice, but it always made him suspicious.
"What are you doing here?" he mumbled softly, tilting his head a little and baring his neck for Richard.
Richard kissed Justin's neck lightly, then brought one of his hands up to run through Justin's soapy hair. "I wanna shampoo your hair..." he said, and turned Justin around so he could look at his face. Justin looked incredibly disturbed for a second, then shrugged it off as Richard just being weird.
"Mmm, why?" Justin murmured, wrapping his arms around Richard's waist. Richard brought his other hand up to join the first and toyed with Justin's hair, twirling a strang around his finger.
"Because your hair's sexy and so is strawberry shampoo..." Richard said quietly, leaning down to kiss Justin's slick neck and shoulder again. Justin was just about to correct him and say, "apple", when Richard reached behind him and produced a new, red bottle from the rack that Justin hadn't noticed before. Justin started to protest and say he didn't want two kinds of shampoo in his hair, but Richard ignored him and squirted a big glob of it in his palm.
"Remind you of anything, Justin?" Richard snorted, attempting to keep in any girly giggles. Justin blushed when he realized Richard was referring to a bottle of strawberry-kiwi lube that Richard had labeled "Justin".
Richard smirked and rubbed the shampoo into Justin's hair. Justin wanted to be mad that Richard had interrupted his peaceful shower, but he couldn't deny the fact that it felt good; Richard's arousal pressing into his thight wasn't really helping, either, so Justin gave in and closed his eyes and just held onto Richard as tightly as he dared.
Richard massaged Justin's head until the poor boy was about to melt into a little Justin-puddle and go down the drain, then he took a step, causing Justin to step backwards into the flow of water coming from the showerhead. Justin let out a little squeak of surprise, then squeezed his eyes shut as soapy water ran down his face. Richard brushed Justin's hair out of his eyes and kissed his big lips, then ran his hands through Justin's hair again, washing all the shampoo out, before taking a step back again. Justin gratefully stepped out of the stream of water and kissed Richard back softly.
"Are you done?" he whispered, subtly stroking Richard's back lightly. Richard almost looked hurt, then smirked and pressed into Justin's touches. He had so much more planned, but the water was getting cold and Richard could feel Justin shivering faintly in his arms. He decided to find another place to carry out said plans.
"Yeah, I'm done..." Richard replied quietly. Justin almost looked disappointed, so Richard turned off the shower and led the little blond out of the shower into the washroom. After wrapping him in a giant orange towel, Richard kissed Justin's lips again and ushered him into their motel bedroom.