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 006
"Come on, Justin, please?" Richard knew he was whining, but he couldn't bring himself to care. It was his birthday and he had the entire night planned out to perfection, but they couldn't start celebrating until he got his lover out of the bathroom - which was beginning to look more and more unlikely.
It was probably the leather pants, he mused. Justin was beautiful no matter what he wore, but the older boy had decided that he wanted to unwrap more than just one gift that night, and he wanted the wrapping to be just as pretty as the present. So a month ago, when he'd snuck in and taken his clothes from his father's house, he'd also taken an old pair of black leather pants that no longer fit him but that he was sure would look absolutely gorgeous on his partner. A white silk button down he'd found in the back of Justin's closet and a pair of his own black boots completed the outfit.
But now it had been over an hour and Justin was still refusing to let Richard see him. Impatiently, he shouted, "You have three seconds before I kick this door in!"
[I look ridiculous, Richard!] Even Justin's telepathic speech sounded sullen. [Why can't I wear something comfortable?]
[Because, we're going out and I want to show you off,] the older boy replied honestly. Then, because he wasn't above blackmail, [It's my birthday, Justin. Please? For me?]
"Oh, fine!" Justin flung open the door and scowled at him, crossing his arms. "See? Ridiculous!"
"Ridiculously hot, maybe," Richard murmured, gaze traveling the full length of the younger boy's form. The leather pants fit him like a second skin, leaving it obvious to anyone who cared to look that he dressed to the left, and the white silk shirt flowed over his shoulders and chest like water. The black kohl Richard had lined his eyes with earlier was smudged sexily, making his eyes look even more striking than usual. "You're magnificent, baby."
Justin flushed, the light pink tinting his cheeks giving him a 'just shagged' look that hardened Richard's cock and made his fingers itch to touch the younger boy. He clenched his hands into fists instead, preferring for the moment to simply admire the beauty before him.
"I can't go out like this," Justin said quietly after a moment, shifting a bit under the older boy's hot gaze. "What if we see someone we know?"
"The club we're going to is two towns over, Justin, and even if it weren't, who do we know - besides ourselves, of course - that would spend a Thursday night at a gay club?" Richard had spent hours going through the yellow pages, looking for the perfect place, and had finally found it on the outskirts of Sacramento - a small, oft overlooked gay club called The Limit. It wouldn't be too crowded, and they almost certainly wouldn't run in to anyone they knew.
"We're going to a gay club?" Justin looked alarmed. "I can't go to a gay club, Richard!"
"Why not?" The older boy frowned and stepped closer to his lover, looking deep into his eyes as he tried to figure out what the fear he felt was coming from. "What's wrong, baby? You've been acting weird all week."
Justin sighed and leaned against the door frame, but for once he didn't try to dodge the question. "I've been getting hassled by some of the boys at school. Not too much, but Richard, they called me a fag today. People are noticing how much time we spend together, and they're jumping to the right conclusions. If we go to a gay club … well, there's always the chance someone from school could see us somehow and say something."
Richard's eyes darkened. [You're ashamed of us, then?]
[No! Of course not!] Justin stepped close, his eyes sincere, and touched the older boy's cheek. [I could never be ashamed of what we have together, beloved. I'm just being cautious; we have so little time left here, and I thought it would be easier for both of us if we weren't out. Also, well, I thought you might want to keep it secret.]
[Of course I don't want to keep our relationship a secret! How many times do I have to tell you, Justin, before you believe me? You mean everything to me! Everything!]
"Oh, Richard." Justin heaved a heavy sigh and wrapped his arms around the other boy, kissing his forehead. "It's not that I don't believe in you; I do, more than anyone else. But you know how insecure I am. Sometimes I just … relapse, I guess. That's all."
Richard sighed and rested his head against the younger boy's shoulder, mentally rearranging his plans for the evening. He wanted Justin to be comfortable, and that just wasn't going to happen. If he didn't do something, his boy would spend the entire night looking over his shoulder, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Getting him drunk would be a waste of time - Justin held his liquor better than anyone else Richard had ever met - but maybe an orgasm would mellow him out.
With that thought, a brilliant idea took shape in his mind - he would cure Justin of his ridiculous insecurities completely, at least for tonight. Smiling to himself, he took his boy's hand and pulled him into the bathroom, turning them so that they both faced the mirror, Justin in front of him.
"What are you doing?" Justin asked nervously, catching his eye in the reflection on the glass.
"I'm showing you how beautiful you are." Richard slowly ran his hand down the younger boy's chest, popping buttons on the way, until he reached Justin's pants, which he opened without fanfare.
Justin truly looked like a debauched angel with his shirt and pants open, half hard cock peeking out from behind black leather and blue eyes wide as his cheeks colored a becoming shade of pink. Richard peeled the tight pants down just enough to get at the other boy's ass and reached up, tracing Justin's lips with the index finger of his left hand as his right started a slow pumping over his lover's cock.
Obligingly, Justin opened his mouth and took Richard's fingers in, licking and sucking at them like he would have if they were the older boy's cock instead, getting them nice and wet. His eyes, still locked with Richard's, glittered feverishly, and by the time his partner took his fingers back, his dick was rock hard and jutting, leaking clear drops of fluid right into his bathroom sink.
[Look at yourself,] Richard commanded him. He stroked wet fingers lightly, teasingly over Justin's hole as the younger boy's gaze finally broke from his and did as Richard had told him to do. [I want you to see what I see. Your lips, look how full and red they are - almost as red as your cock.]
[Richard …] Justin groaned, but he was looking, and that was all the older boy cared about.
[Such a nice, hard cock … beautiful, isn't it?] Richard's telepathic speech held a conversational tone, but what he was saying was not anything anyone else would have said inside a normal, polite conversation. [It's long - longer than mine, but not as thick, see? It's like the rest of you, slender and somehow artistic looking.]
At that, Justin barked a sharp laugh. [You think my cock is artistic looking?] He was incredulous. [Only you, Richard!]
Richard hid a grin by kissing the younger boy's neck and continued, still playing with Justin's cock and teasing his ass. [Your ass is gorgeous, too, but you can't see that in the mirror so I'll just have to tell you what it looks like when I'm driving inside you. You like that, don't you, when I talk to you while I'm fucking you?]
"Yes, Richard." Justin was moaning now, wiggling his hips and trying to thrust both forward into the older boy's hand and back onto his fingers at the same time. Richard took pity on him and sank one finger inside, causing his boy to buck sharply with a shout. "Yes, Richard! Please!"
[You want me to fuck you, baby? You want me inside?] Not giving his younger lover a chance to answer, Richard swiftly slid a second finger in and twisted, tapping Justin's prostate as hard as he could.
Justin screamed, his cock jerking and spitting in Richard's hand as the older boy took his fingers away and replaced them with his cock, nailing the other boy's prostate yet again and making him tremble. Richard's eyes slid nearly shut in his bliss, but he peeked out at Justin from beneath his lashes as he started a slow, steady thrusting with his hips.
Justin's cheeks were bright red, now, and he was still gazing at himself, his mouth open in something like awe as he watched his own body react to the feeling of having the older boy's cock inside. He licked his lower lip and let his head fall back onto Richard's shoulder, still watching himself even as he rocked back to meet his partner.
They moved together much the way Richard thought they would probably be dancing later that evening, perfectly in tune with each other, as if they'd been born to do just this and nothing else. Their souls kissed as their bodies became more and more entangled with one another's, until neither boy was quite sure where they stopped and the other began. It was made all the more intense by the concentration required to remain standing rather than falling to the floor. Their orgasms approached quickly and as one, glowing brighter and brighter within them until the only place they could go was out, and the boys exploded with hoarse shouts of each other's names.
Shakily, Richard pulled away and grabbed the younger boy's arms to lead him to the bed, trying not to let either of them fall until they reached it and collapsed in a messy tangle of limbs. Smiling widely, Richard turned his head to look at his dazed lover and asked, "So, how was that?"
Justin glared at him. "Alright, already. We'll go to the damned club."
"That's great, Justin, but that's not what I'm asking," Richard told him seriously. "I didn't do that to blackmail you into going out with me tonight. I did that because I wanted you to see yourself the way I do, even if it was only for a moment. So, did you?"
"I - well, I guess so," Justin replied, and flushed for what had to be the hundredth time that night. "I don't know, Richard. Even with the bond, I can't be sure exactly how you feel seeing me like that."
"Well, how did you feel about it, then?" Richard asked, exasperated. Sometimes the younger boy could be really dense for such a genius.
"I felt … really fucking sexy." Justin smirked and put his hands behind his head, turning to stare up at the ceiling. "I felt like I would have fucked myself if you hadn't done it for me. It was weird, being attracted to my own reflection like that."
"Now you know how I feel every time I look in a mirror." Richard laughed, then, and Justin laughed with him. Then they got up, cleaned the bathroom and made themselves presentable again, and made their way out to the car that would take them to the club that the younger boy hadn't wanted anything to do with just over half an hour ago.
Richard would have to remember that having sex in front of a mirror was really good for Justin's self esteem.
