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 002
Richard smiled contentedly at the sleeping boy wrapped around him, stroking his fingers through the long, dark blond hair that caressed his chest whenever he breathed. His baby looked so sweet, so innocent - and Justin was anything but innocent. He looked like an angel when he slept anyway, however.
When his boy woke up, Richard would fuck him, he decided. He couldn't wait through an entire day of school before burying himself in that sweet ass, so they'd just have to cut some classes.
It was going to be beautiful, making love with Justin. His boy had responded so erotically the night before that he could hardly believe he'd lasted as long as he had. He'd never been with someone so sexy before in his entire life, and he'd been with quite a few people since he'd lost his virginity at age fourteen to his slightly older male babysitter. He always used protection before, though.
He wouldn't be using condoms with Justin, of course. There was never to be anything between them, not even a thin layer of latex. After everything they'd already been and done together, he couldn't bear to cheapen the sex between them like that. He'd just have to stop sleeping with other people - not a problem, now that he had his baby in his arms where the younger boy belonged. Richard knew he would never need anyone else again.
Justin stirred slightly and groaned against the older boy's chest, sending sweet vibrations through his entire body with the soft sound. Richard grinned. It looked like he'd be getting some action sooner than he'd anticipated. The younger boy had only been asleep for a little over two hours, after all, and he'd seemed pretty worn out.
"Richard?" Justin stiffened for a moment as he came fully awake, then relaxed again as the older boy caressed his hair. "It wasn't a dream, then?"
"Of course not," Richard scolded him gently. "You're totally spun out about this, aren't you?"
"Totally," Justin agreed, and laughed nervously as he tilted his head to look up at his partner through his lashes. "But it's a good kind of spun. I'm glad you're here, and real, and that you want me."
"I'll always want you, baby," the older boy reminded him softly. "Now come here and give me a kiss."
Grinning, Justin leaned up to press their lips together in a chaste kiss that quickly turned fierce and devouring. Richard rolled, quickly pinning his younger partner beneath him, and pulled his lips away to speak. "I want to be inside you, baby. Will you give yourself to me that way?"
"Oh, yes," Justin breathed, spreading his legs as widely as they would go. "Yes, please."
Not for the first time, Richard could swear that he felt Justin's soul touch his own. It was an incredible feeling, a feeling of love and power. The older boy wondered just how much more intense it would be when he came inside his boy.
"Richard, please!" Justin said a bit desperately, licking his lips and doing his damnedest to spread his legs even further than they already were. "Please!"
The older boy's eyes were drawn to his partners pale, trembling thighs and slightly spread ass cheeks. "Gorgeous," he murmured to himself. Then, in a normal - if slightly coarse - tone, he asked, "Do you have anything slick?"
"Lotion. The nightstand drawer," Justin bit out, his face flushed a bright shade of red and his eyes glittering feverishly. "Hurry the fuck up, would you?"
Richard almost laughed at that, but bit his tongue and instead did as the other boy asked. He got the lotion and poured some onto the fingers of his right hand, rubbing his fingers together to warm the cool liquid up a bit. Then, without any warning at all, he reached down and rubbed one wet finger over the younger boy's hole.
Justin's response was electric. Mewling low in the back of his throat, he bucked his hips, then reached down with both hands to pull his legs back against his chest and give his older partner better access to his demanding body. "More!"
It was rather difficult to be tender, Richard thought, when his dick was screaming at him to forget about the lotion and just drive right into the younger boy's sweet, hungry ass. It was a good thing he wasn't ruled by his cock like some guys - he didn't want to cause Justin that kind of pain. It was the other boy's first time, after all, and as sappy as it may have felt, Richard wanted it to be special for him. He certainly didn't want it to hurt.
Instead of listening to his impatient body, he slowly slid just one finger inside Justin's tight heat and wiggled it a bit, trying to loosen the muscle enough for a second digit to join the first. It was slow going, but soon Richard was pumping three fingers in and out easily and Justin was begging - loudly.
"Oh, yes, please … Richard, it's so good! Please! Fuck me, please fuck me …" The younger boy's head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, sweaty strands of hair sticking to his flushed cheeks. He made it impossible for Richard to deny either one of them what they both wanted so badly any longer.
Removing his fingers and ignoring Justin's protests of wanting them back, he aimed his cock at that sweet hole and dove in for the very first time.
Bliss. The younger boy's ass was a hot, tight - almost unbearably so - heaven that Richard knew without a single doubt nobody but him would ever feel. But that was only the physical aspect.
The boys' minds and souls were melding, bringing them closer than they'd ever been - and they'd been pretty damn close, especially after the killings. Richard could hear Justin inside his head and feel him in his heart. It was incredible. Incredible and a bit unbelievable, but neither of them were remotely interested in talking about the phenomenon. Not while they were making love, at any rate.
It was love making. No crude word could possibly convey the way Richard - and Justin as well, he knew - felt at that moment. As though they'd found their reasons for existing in each other.
Richard rocked his hips slowly, wanting to take his time, and leaned down to kiss his partner. Their tongues twined around one another's erotically as their bodies moved together in a dance older than time itself. Justin tasted of sweat and tears, which might have concerned the older boy if he hadn't known, in the way only he could know, that they were tears of joy.
"I love you, Richard," Justin whispered when their lips parted, wrapping his arms and legs more tightly around his lover as though he were half afraid the words would scare the older boy. If it had been anyone else, they probably would have, but this was his boy, his Justin, and he couldn't feel anything but joy at hearing those words from the younger boy's lips and feeling the truth behind them.
"I love you, baby," Richard said breathily, nuzzling his partner's neck. "Feel how deep I am inside you? That's how much I love you, Justin. You're my eternity."
"You're mine, too," Justin whispered back, and then there were no more words for quite some time. There was just the melding of bodies and souls, and the incredible ecstasy of loving and being loved in return.
It had to end at some point, though. Justin came first, arching beneath Richard and letting loose with a long, low whine as semen spurted from his cock to coat his chest. A tiny drop landed on his chin, and the older boy groaned as he leaned down to lick it off, coming in sharp bursts deep inside his sweet, sexy boy.
Neither boy spoke for a while. Richard stayed inside Justin, resting on top of him, as the younger boy hummed softly and traced intricate, abstract designs on his back. For the first time in his life, Richard truly understood what it meant to revel in the afterglow. This, he knew, was true love, and nothing could be more beautiful or perfect. How could he not take the time to appreciate that?
Eventually, though, he softened and slipped out, smiling at Justin's deep and heartfelt groan of disappointment. He himself felt the same way; if it had been possible for them to stay connected that way forever, that's what they'd have done, he knew. But it wasn't possible, so instead he rolled so that Justin was on top, covering as much of Richard's body as he could.
"We have classes," Justin murmured in his ear, but made no move to get off of him. "You want to head out to the bluff instead? My mother will be home soon." Justin's mother was a night nurse at the nearest hospital, and usually got off of work at about the time Justin was heading to school.
"Yeah, baby, let's," Richard agreed, sitting up and leaning over the side of the bed to gather their clothes. He handed the younger boy his jeans and boxers, but left the shirt on the floor as he started getting dressed himself. It was trashed, anyway.
Justin groaned as he stood, and Richard stepped up to help him dress, knowing his boy was more than a little sore after their first coupling. Once he had his pants on, the younger boy gave him a shy smile of gratitude and leaned in to kiss him quickly before heading to his dresser to grab a black shirt. As they headed for the door, Richard grabbed the lotion and, with a wink at his blushing boy, slipped it into his jacket pocket. Then the boys were on their way, waving at the exhausted Mrs. Pendleton as they left, not bothering to tell her they weren't on their way to school.
In the car on the way to the bluff, Richard tried to gather his thoughts. He could still feel Justin, a powerful thrum in the back of his mind - much more powerful than the feeling had ever been before they'd had sex. He knew without asking that Justin felt his own presence in a similar fashion, and while he loved the feeling, he didn't entirely understand why it was there or what it was for.
"You feel it too?" Justin asked quietly as they pulled up to the old house. "The connection between us?"
"You know I do, baby." Richard pulled Justin inside and headed straight for the loose floorboard they kept their stash of drugs and liquor under. Pulling out a bottle of Jack Daniels, he took a quick swallow and passed it to the younger boy, who did the same. "Does it bother you?"
"No!" Justin looked scandalized, as if the very thought of something so beautiful being a bother offended him. A moment later he looked away. "Why? Does it bother you?"
"I love it, baby." Richard took his boy's chin in hand and brought his face back up so that they were looking into each other's eyes. "I love you. I just don't understand what it is or why it's happened to us, that's all. But your soul is beautiful - I love feeling it inside me."
"I love feeling you inside me." Justin smiled, and they both knew there was more than just one meaning behind that statement. After a moment, though, the smile faded and his eyes took on a familiar look of concentration. [I love you, Richard.]
Richard heard the words. He didn't see Justin's lips move, however. Catching on quickly, he thought hard at his boy, [You are everything I could ever need. I'm going to take care of you forever, baby boy. Forever.]
"Holy shit!" Justin gasped. "Holy shit, Richard, we can read each other's minds!"
"That would have really come in handy last year," Richard grumbled, but he was smiling. "Why do you think it happened now? Because we had sex?"
Justin shrugged. "I guess … we connected physically as well as emotionally? I don't know, Richard, I'll have to do some research. But for right now … for right now, can we just lay together? I'm tired."
Richard's eyes softened and he took Justin's hand, leading him to the mattress next to the fireplace. "Anything you want, baby. Anything you want."
