Murderous Seconds
By Dr FooFoo
Part Two : Intoxication
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Although I'm really quite fond of you
My best intentions never turn out right
I'd rather sleep with myself
Tonight
- Sleep With Myself [Prozzak]
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Justin ascended the stairs two at a time and walked slowly into his room. He was tired after spending the evening at the library and he was planning on relaxing and listening to some music.
Then he noticed Richard.
Richard noticed him too, but did't move from his stretched out position on Justin's bed. He did uncross his legs, though, and stared at Justin. "Hello Justin, how you doin'?" he asked casually, toying with the ring on his thumb. Justin got over his shock within a couple moments, then took a few tentative steps towards his bed.
"What... what are you doing here?" he asked shyly, dropping his keys on the bedside table beside the lamp. He was in the middle of shedding his jacket when Richard rolled off the bed and pounced him, shoving him back and against the wall. His hands automatically flew to Justin's neck and Justin made a small choking noise.
"You stood me up for that slut?" Richard demanded, nostrils flaring. Justin looked confused for a few moments, then seemed to understand and frowned.
"Lisa?" he asked, despite the fact that Lisa was the only person Richard could have been talking about. The second part of Richard's question hit Justin and he mumbled, "She's not a slut..."
Richard snorted quietly and disregarded Justin's ignorance. "Did you tell her about us?" His nostrils flared again and his eyes widened a little.
Justin tried to give Richard a look, but it was rather difficult in their current position. "Of course not..." he mumbled, and coughed a little when Richard tightened his grip. "Of course not!" he said, louder.
Richard stared at Justin for a few moments, then, without thinking, he blurted, "Did you fuck her?" He regreted saying it right after it was out of his mouth, because he knew it would make Justin suspicious, but it just sort of... came out. Justin blushed and looked away, avoiding Richard's piercing gaze.
"I was helping her with her Physics..." he mumbled, annoyed as to why Richard would even care, Richard tightened his grip again and pressed Justin into the wall.
"You fucked her and I saw you fuck her..." he whispered harshly, sounding way too jealous to be even close to a platonic 'you ditched me for some slutty girl' best friend thing.
Justin struggled slightly, but not too hard because he knew Richard wouldn't let up until he was good an ready. He managed, however, to choke out, "We... kissed."
Richard let up on the choking a little, but didn't let Justin down quite yet. "You kissed...?" he asked, almost amused. The mention of kissing drew his attention to Justin's lips, though, and he started to get distracted.
Justin tried to nod, but failed because of Richard's hands. "That's all, I swear..." he mumbled, still avoiding Richard's eyes. When Richard didn't say anything for a few moments, though, Justin glanced up at him. The second their eyes met, Richard leaned forward and brushed his lips lightly against Justin's, asking permission in his own subtle way. Justin couldn't stop himself, and tilted his head slightly, crushing his lips against Richard's.
Richard took that quiet submission and ran with it. The moment Justin kissed him back, he dropped his hands from the poor boy's neck and wrapped them around his shoulders. He roughly kissed him, pressing his tongue into Justin's mouth without waiting for permission.
Justin melted against the wall and put his hands lightly on Richard's back, unconsciously encouraging him. Richard was glad to be urged on, and rubbed subtly on Justin's leg. Justin whimpered quietly and tried to pull Richard closer.
"Justin..." Richard murmured, breaking their steamy liplock to kiss roughly down Justin's neck. "Justin, Justin..." He'd completely forgotten about everything. About Lisa, about the tape, about the murder. Everything but Justin. Justin was all that mattered.
Justin shivered a little, then snapped to consciousness and realized exactly what he was doing. Not a good idea! Not part of the plan! He moved his hands around to his chest to push lightly at Richard. "Richard..." he murmured quietly, as much as he didn't want to. "Get off... please?"
But Richard didn't want to stop and just kept pressing into him, sucking on his neck lightly. "I am gettin' off, Justin..." he mumbled next to Justin's ear, plastering him to the wall.
Justin whimpered, though it was in danger of being a moan, and pushed a little less lightly. "Richard... I'm serious. Stop touching me."
Richard didn't get the hint. He was too overcome with all the built-up lust and tention he'd had for Justin in the past few months that he couldn't think. "Fuck, Justin..." he murmured, and switched quickly to the other side of Justin's neck. "I want you so bad..." He was practically begging; whimpering and rubbing and all those uncontrollable and embarrassing things.
Justin was so close to giving in, because he wanted RIchard too, but he knew he couldn't and he had enough self-control to manage, "Richard, stop!" and a quick, hard shove before he attempted to wiggle his way out of his trap against the wall. Richard tried to hold him, but he was too quick, so he went free. Richard stared at him for a few minutes, then remembered why he had stalked to Justin's bedroom in the first place and his nostrils flared.
"Oh Justin..." he said, shaking his head a little. "You helped Lisa and you didn't even get laid? What a schmuck."
Justin stared at him. Did he forget what had just happened or something? Then Richard's words sank in and he rubbed his throat and looked down at the ground. "She's not like that..."
"Bullshit," Richard shot back quickly, taing a step towards Justin. Justin cringed. "That chick spreads like peanut butter."
Before he could be drawn to Justin's lips anymore, Richard produced the tape from his pocket and pressed it to Justin's chest, then walked briskly to the window when Justin took it. He shoved one leg outside, then glanced back and said, "You'd be surprised what a girl without a daddy will do for a little male attention..."
All Justin could do was stare as Richard escaped into the night.