Broken Bottle

A/N: I'm sure this fic used to be on here but for some reason it has disappeared so here it is again!


Title - BROKEN BOTTLE
By - Rina
Rating - NC-17
Warnings - Slash
Summary - Justin has had enough. Richard is going to fucking pay...
Disclaimer - Non profit story based on characters that are not mine - they belong to Warner Bros and Barbet Shroeder and Tony Gayton.

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Richard Haywood dragged deeply on his cigarette.

He said, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” before exhaling an impatient stream of smoke in Justin’s direction. The quiet, introverted, brilliant loner glanced up from the book he was reading, a tinge of annoyance visible on his face. He hated being interrupted when he was reading, especially by someone whose literary experience barely included the Sunday paper’s cartoon section yet somehow he still managed to get great grades.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Justin turned back to his book.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Richard scoffed and flicked the cigarette butt into the fire. “You’ve had your head stuck in that damned paperback ever since we got here and last time I looked, this ain’t no fucking library.”

This was their private meeting place on the bluff and they were supposed to do secret stuff here, like get high, develop intricate plans of the criminal type, have heavy discussions of morality and philosophy and sometimes even fuck. Not read books. Richard strode over to where Justin Pendleton was sitting cross legged on the bed, dressed sedately in black pants and a dark brown shirt, his back resting against the wall.

“What the hell’s going on with you lately, Justin?”

Justin finally put the book aside and looked calmly up at Richard, his light blue eyes from behind his glasses showing no trace of emotion. His dirty blond hair was long at the front and always seemed to fall in his face.

“In case you’ve forgotten Richard, I like to read. You should try it sometime. You might learn something.”

The slightly mocking tone in Justin’s voice agitated Richard even more and he ran his fingers through his short feathery blond hair in vexation.

“Fuck the book,” Richard exclaimed, grabbing the title out of Justin’s hand and hurling it into the fireplace. “This isn’t about the book, okay? This is about you.”

“What about me?” Justin’s tone was flat and colourless, even though his face had the beginnings of a frown upon it. He took off his glasses and absently polished them with the edge of his shirt. There were tiny indentations on the sides of his nose where they had sat.

“Well, for starters, you’ve hardly spoken to me the last few days, then we agree to meet here tonight and you ignore me in favour of some moth eaten paperback you’ve probably read a million times already. I dunno, is it just me or are you majorly pissed off for some reason?”

Richard, standing there in his red designer shirt and black leather coat, was acting all twitchy and twisting his silver ring around his thumb.
Justin regarded him impassively.

“Must be just you.”

“Bull shit, man!” Richard pointed his finger at the slender figure reclining on the bed. “You’ve got some bug up your ass and I think I know what it is.” His dark blue eyes narrowed.

“You’re still mad at me over her, aren’t you?”

Justin didn’t answer, he just looked at Richard with his cold gaze. He didn’t deny the accusation though, and Richard nodded in affirmation.

“I fucking knew it. Man, I thought we’d moved on from that. But you obviously haven’t. God, Justin, you are such a pussy,” Richard said loathingly.

Justin uncurled his legs and put his glasses down. “I’m a pussy?” He echoed softly, dangerously as he pushed himself up from the bed to face Richard. He was the one who masterminded the plan right down to every little detail and when it came to the crunch, Justin was the one who followed through. And Richard was calling HIM a pussy?

“Yeah, you heard me. Letting some slut get to you like that. It’s pathetic.”

The two handsome boys stood and stared at each other. Justin’s features were softer and rounded while Richard’s face was sharper and more angular. Richard was the taller one by a few inches but Justin met his gaze fully, tilting his head back slightly.

“She hasn’t gotten to me, Richard.”

“Oh no? So why the silent treatment, huh?” He raised his eyebrows in a familiar gesture, causing lines to appear in his forehead.

“You know why.”

Richard made a helpless gesture. “Apparently I don’t. Please enlighten me.”

“It’s not just what you did with her. It’s everything. The way you treat me,” Justin ground out. “You humiliate me at school and you manipulate me to suit yourself. The only reason I turned to Lisa was because she was nice to me. You aren’t. It’s like you don’t care about me at all. In fact, I think you enjoy making me miserable.”

Richard rolled his eyes and made a sound of derision. “You know I don’t mean what I say at school. What, would you rather have me tell everyone what we get up to when class is over? You want them to know our dirty little secret? Huh, Jus?”

He raised his fingers to Justin’s face and tucked an errant lock of his hair behind his cute little ear. Justin slapped his hand away impatiently.

“Don’t touch me.”

Richard’s mouth twisted in a devious smile. “You like it when I touch you.”

“Do you have to make everything about sex?” Justin’s tone was a mixture of controlled anger and exasperation.

Richard sighed. “Fine. Let’s get this over with. Yell at me, hit me, whatever, just let it out so we can go back to normal. I can’t stand this sulking shit.”

The colour of Justin’s eyes was dark with suppressed fury but he just stood there, fists clenched by his side.

“I’m not going to hit you.”

“Why not? It’ll make you feel better,” Richard countered. “Oh wait, I forgot. You can’t commit an act of violence and not feel guilty afterwards, can you? You don’t like to lose your precious fucking self control. It makes you feel weak, doesn’t it?”

He was referring to the first and last time Justin had struck him. Richard was surprised that Mr Cool, Calm and Collected had lashed out like that and had to admit he liked it even though his nose was bleeding. And then Justin felt bad and was practically crying over it like a little bitch. Would it kill the guy to get some balls?

Justin didn’t say anything, his pretty blue eyes glittering with anger and his full lips set in a delicious pout. Richard suddenly wanted to push him against the wall, wrap his fingers around his neck and fuck him savagely. He knew he could do it and Justin wouldn’t stop him. He never stopped him, not even when it hurt. Justin was always the submissive one. Of course, he loved it but every once in a while Richard wished their roles would be reversed. He was getting tired of always making the first move.

“C’mon, Justin. Hit me. Fucking hit me. I know you want to.”

Richard raised his chin defiantly, his nostrils flaring, hoping that goading his best friend would take effect. He wanted to feel Justin’s rage, his passion. Anything was better than this cold withdrawal.

Slowly, Justin forced himself to breathe and calm down. He wasn’t going to hit Richard. That was exactly what he wanted and he was sick of being taunted into doing things he didn’t want to do.

Finally, he said, “Shut up, Richard. It’s not going to work this time.”

He turned away and Richard looked to the ceiling in disappointment. He sighed.
“Jesus, Pendleton, you are so passive it’s unbelievable. If you didn’t have a dick I’d swear you were a girl.”

Justin’s back stiffened but he didn’t turn around.

“You just take everything I give you like the punk you are. In fact, Lisa was more aggressive than you. Do you wanna see the nail marks she left on my back?”

The sound of the wood in the fire crackling and sizzling filled the heavy silence in the air after those mocking words. The sickening image of Richard on top of that blonde girl, looking smugly at the camera, looking at him, filled Justin’s head.

Without warning, he spun around and cracked Richard in his chiselled jaw. This wasn’t a bitch slap either, he channelled all his rage and betrayal into his fist and punched him as hard as he could, sending the smart mouthed boy flying back onto the bed like a rag doll.

As Richard lay there dazed, Justin grabbed an empty absinthe bottle and smashed it on the edge of the low table sitting in the middle of the room, (which wasn’t really a table so much as an old door laid across a wooden crate, complete with brass knob and glass pane) stalked back to the bed and climbed up, straddling the prone figure. He pressed the jagged neck of the bottle against Richard’s throat and growled, “You want me to be more aggressive? Well, I’ll show you just how aggressive I can be.”

Richard’s eyes widened and he held his hands up in surrender.
“Hey, take it easy, man! I was just fucking with you. Put the bottle down.”

Long, dark blonde hair hung around Justin’s furious face. He did look damn pretty when he was mad. Hell, he was pretty no matter what.

“That’s all you ever do, Richard and I’m tired of it.” Justin pressed the broken glass harder against Richard’s neck and watched with satisfaction as pinpricks of blood welled up through his skin. The boy lying under him yelped.

“Jesus, Justin! Are you going to kill me?”

The pretty boy stared at him for a long moment, considering. Finally he said, “You’re going to get what you deserve.”

Justin climbed off the bed and pulled the other boy with him, the bottle still close to his tanned throat. Richard gulped, his Adam’s apple moving quickly under his skin. He was pushed to his knees in front of Justin and looked up at his captor apprehensively.

“What...what are you going to do to me?”

“Shut up. I have the weapon here and you are going to do what I tell you to. Understand?”

Richard shrugged in acquiescence.

“Now, undo my pants.”

A chuckle escaped Richard and he shook his head. “Damn, Pendleton. If all you wanted was a blow job, you could’ve just asked.” The grin died on his face as he felt the sharp glass dig into his neck again.

“I’m not asking you for anything. I’m telling you. If you talk back to me again I’ll shove this bottle right through your jugular vein.”

He emphasised the point by pricking Richards’s skin again, drawing forth more tiny drops of crimson and a hiss of pain.

“You think I won’t, Richie Rich?”

By the cruel, heartless note in his voice and the nickname he fucking hated, Richard knew he’d pushed Justin too far this time. He couldn’t safely say he knew what his friend would do anymore. He wasn’t about to bet on anything. Justin would probably do it, just to prove he wasn’t a pussy.

Biting back a retort, he reached for the other boy’s zipper and pulled it down, opening the front of his pants. Above the edge of his hipster briefs on his lower left abdomen was a tattoo of a black panther, ready to pounce. That’s how Justin seemed right then. Like a big cat, muscles coiled tightly, toying with its prey. And the prey was Richard. He gazed up at Justin, his brow crinkled, with a question in his eyes, his hands hovering on the edge of the briefs.

“Do it,” Justin said firmly. “You suck me off for once.”

Just in case Richard was about to deny him, he dug the bottle in as a reminder. As the wet heat of Richard’s lips and tongue enveloped him, he felt the biggest rush of power he ever had in this strange relationship. And he liked it. He liked watching the giver become the taker, liked seeing his own cock disappearing into the hot depths of Richard’s mouth. He grasped the other boy’s short blonde hair and made him take more of his hard length. Richard made a choked sound of protest and tried to pull back but Justin wouldn’t let him. He forced himself as far down Richard’s throat as he could before he gagged. It felt so good, this power over another person. Especially when the person was a spoiled, cocky rich kid used to getting his own way.

How do you like that, Richard? He thought deliriously, getting off on the sight like he couldn’t believe. Who’s your Daddy, motherfucker?

But he didn’t say that. He thought he was a little more sophisticated than to resort to swearing and verbal abuse like Richard often did.

“Harder,” he gritted out, biting his bottom lip, ready to come.

His buddy obeyed, the pull and friction of his mouth strong and incredibly hot. Justin pulled out as he reached his surging climax and harshly jerked Richard’s head back as he ejaculated on his face. The white viscous globs started to slowly slide down his chin and neck, cooling rapidly.

With a heaving chest, Justin let go of the other boy’s hair but still had the bottle pointed at him. The tiny smile on his lips and the look on his face were utterly evil.

Richard wondered how it was possible that one so pretty could look so sadistic. Justin was fucking enjoying this so much. Richard’s eyes stung and his cheeks burnt with mortification at being used like a whore but he defiantly kept his chin up. He would not cry. Crying was for fucking pussies. Justin was the only one who cried around here, Goddammit!

Justin liked seeing Richard on his knees filled with shame, immensely, but he wasn’t nearly finished with him yet. He scooped up his own semen, well, as much of it as he could, off the blond’s smooth face with his free hand.

“Swallow it,” he ordered.

Reluctantly, Richard licked the bitter saltiness from the outstretched fingers, all the while keeping his eyes locked with Justin’s triumphant blue stare. He wasn’t going to give the bottle-wielding control freak the satisfaction of seeing him drop his gaze in defeat.

No matter what he did to him.

“Now, clean yourself up. With your shirt.”

Fuck, Richard thought in dismay as he peeled his jacket off and popped the buttons on his shirt. It was a very expensive designer shirt from Paris and Justin was making him wipe his cum off with it. But he did it, grudgingly, and tossed the begrimed ball of material on the floor then looked back up to see what his next instructions were. If Justin made him ruin his leather pants as well, he was going to fucking kill him.

“Get on the bed.”

Justin motioned with the bottle, his eyes hard and uncompromising. Climbing to his feet, Richard backed toward the bed, watching his friend warily, not trusting him at all. What next?

“Take off the rest of your clothes.”

With a small measure of relief, Richard peeled off his leathers, glad at least they would be saved. Finally he was naked, lying back on the blankets. He was a little ashamed to discover he was hard, as if he actually liked being used as a rent boy. But he’d asked for it by pushing Justin’s buttons and he had to admit, he did deserve this. He knew he hurt Justin by seducing Lisa and now he was paying for it. Oh, how he was paying for it. His jaw still hurt like a motherfucker. He didn’t know the girly boy could hit so hard.

Justin leant over him, his eyes roaming over Richard’s beautiful tanned, lean body. He smirked when he swept his gaze over the erect penis surrounded by dark curls.

The slut is loving it, Justin thought, half pleased - half disgusted. He aimed the broken bottle at his lover’s chest.

Richard’s breathing quickened and he watched in horror as Justin dragged a sharp edge of the glass above his pink nipple, the stinging pain causing him to inhale through his teeth. Was Justin really going to kill him and leave his naked body lying here for the cops to find? His father would have a fucking aneurism. Not because his beloved son was dead but because the incident would destroy the Haywood name forever.

The sight of bright red blood spilling onto Richard’s creamy skin aroused Justin greatly and he couldn’t resist bringing his mouth down onto the wound and tasting the coppery liquid. A tiny sound came from Richard’s lips as Justin rasped his tongue over his nipple. He looked up at Richard’s face which was consumed with conflicting emotions, humiliation, desire, and pain. A slow smile lifted the edges of Justin’s full mouth, stained with blood. It was incredibly exciting being the domineering one. He wanted to hear Richard make more of those sexy little whimpers.

Never releasing his grip of the bottle, Justin lowered his head and licked the flat pink circles until they pebbled, then tugged at Richard’s nipples with his teeth and was rewarded by soft noises of anguished pleasure. Briefly, Justin wondered if he sounded like that when Richard did things to him. It was extremely erotic knowing you were solely responsible for making those sounds come out of someone else involuntarily.

Justin’s mouth is so fucking amazing, Richard thought dizzily, lost in a tempest of sensuality, almost unbearable shocks spreading out from his hardened nipples and coursing through his whole body. Long sections of hair tickled Richard’s chest and he wanted to sink his hands into the soft strands but didn’t do it in case Justin cut him again. Most of the time, Justin didn’t like to be touched, at least not in an affectionate way, and he was betting now was one of those times.

Abruptly, Justin stopped teasing Richard’s nipples and pulled back, looking at him. By the desperate light of need in his eyes, Richard was SO his. He could do whatever he wanted to him and Richard would take it. Bringing his free hand up to Richard’s mouth, Justin rubbed his lower lip. Richard dared to swipe his thumb with his tongue and Justin pushed two fingers into his mouth. His lover sucked at them like he had done to his cock earlier.

“Get them wet,” Justin told him.

Richard’s eyes widened when he realised what Justin was going to do with them, wether he liked it or not, so he made sure he coated his fingers slick with saliva. He felt somehow empty after Justin slid his fingers from his mouth and couldn’t stop his heart from thudding erratically as his friend parted his thighs. Justin watched Richard’s face twist as he drove his fingers sharply into his unprepared and unwilling entrance.

Richard stifled a cry as excruciating pain tore through his insides like a red hot blade. That fucking hurt! Was this how it felt when he entered Justin? Goddamn, he was gonna be more careful with him in the future.

Justin relished the agony he inflicted upon Richard. The bastard deserved it after what he had put him through. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in again. He worked him, opening him up, loosening the band of muscle until he relaxed. Richard felt impaled and invaded by Justin’s long fingers and completely exposed and degraded. However, much to his chagrin, after the initial pain wore off it was starting to feel really good. He hadn’t expected it to feel good or wanted it to but, oh yeah, oh fuck yeah, it did.

Every now and then Justin would put his fingers back in Richard’s mouth to make him taste himself and keep them wet. Occasionally, he would brush his soft lips over his cock and flick the dripping head with his tongue, making Richard gasp, keeping him excited.

And he was. He didn’t think he’d ever been so excited in his life. Justin, his sweet, gentle, submissive cherub was getting his own back; he was punishing him for every time he had wronged him.

Justin was getting ready to fuck the living hell out of him.

Richard couldn’t stop the tortured moan from leaving his lips and squeezed his eyes shut, writhing upon the strong fingers that were holding him prisoner in the bonds of lust.

“Do you want me inside you, Richard?” Justin asked softly.

“Yes,” Richard groaned, never wanting anything more in his life.

“Beg me,” Justin replied. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

Richard opened his eyes to slits and saw Justin wanted this as much as he did. His pupils were dilated; his blue irises dark with hunger and his pillowy lips looked even more swollen as though he had been biting them with pent-up passion.

“Please, Justin,” he whispered thickly. “Please. I want you so bad.”

“Will you ever hurt me again?”

Again the stinging pain of the jagged glass on his tender skin.

“No, baby, no, I’m sorry,” Richard gushed, his voice breaking. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

Justin stared at him for what seemed like an eternity. Then he withdrew his fingers, tossed the broken bottle to the floor and pushed his pants down over his hips and let them puddle on the floor. As he stripped his shirt off, Richard watched enthralled. Justin was so beautiful standing there in the firelight, like a marble statue. Richard wondered if he would grow his dirty blond hair real long, to his waist if he asked him to. He would love to see long hair framing his face and spilling down his back. It would enhance Justin’s beauty even more, he thought dreamily.

Those intense round blue eyes, the soft mouth with the slight depression in the centre of his lower lip, the broad shoulders, the coltish limbs, even the neat lines of self inflicted scars running up his forearms. Everything about Justin was beautiful but he didn’t know it. If only he knew how the mere sight of him constricted Richard’s chest and when he smiled...fuck. He hardly ever smiled but when he did it was like the sun, so bright and it scorched you to the very soul.

As his lover climbed over him Richard said, “Christ, Justin, you are so fucking gorgeous, you know that? You are-“

He was cut off by Justin slanting his ripe mouth over his and kissing him hard, stroking his tongue against his, cradling his head in his hands. Justin tasted like blood and rain and Richard tasted like smoke and semen and the combined essences were intoxicating and seductive.

Sweet Jesus...

Richard made a muffled sound of astonishment. Justin had never, ever taken him like this and kissed him as if he was the very air he needed to survive. In fact, he couldn’t remember Justin kissing him back at all, not even when Richard had his tongue down his throat. That’s why he was so insanely jealous when he saw Justin and that blonde bitch in the greenhouse, sucking face, surrounded by exotic flowers. She got to have something Richard had always been denied and desperately wanted, more than anything, even sex or power. Just a kiss. And he gave it to that whore Lisa.

So, he gave Justin a CD of him fucking her as revenge. But she was just a pawn in their little twisted game. She meant nothing. Only Justin mattered to him.

And Justin was his now, all his. Justin was actually kissing him! Richard gasped into his mouth as he was smoothly penetrated, the entry made easy by Justin’s skilful preparation which, he regretted to admit, he didn’t do very often in return.

What a night of firsts, for both of them. Justin had never fucked a guy before, or a girl for that matter, and Richard had never been fucked, not by anyone. And now they were doing it with each other.

They both moaned at the intense sensation, Richard at the searing feeling of having his virginity taken and Justin at the exquisite tightness and heat inside Richard’s body. They moved together, Richard’s arms and legs wrapped around Justin and Justin licking and sucking on Richard’s throat where he had pricked him with the bottle to soothe the tiny cuts and wash the blood away.

“Oh God, Justin,” Richard breathed as the other boy thrust into him, withdrew and thrust again. His prick was being pressed and rubbed between their flat bellies and he never knew having a cock inside him would feel so unbelievably hot. But it wouldn’t feel the same with any one else. It had to be Justin or no one. He was his entire world.

“Tell me you love me,” Richard said impulsively, wanting to hear Justin say it, to verbalise the thing that blazed and sparked undeniably between them every time they were together.

Justin halted and stared furiously down at Richard’s expectant gaze. How dare he try to get words of endearment out of Justin when he himself had never heard them! Right now at this very moment, when Justin thought he had the upper hand, Richard was trying to manipulate him. It was so typical!

“What makes you think I love you?” Justin spat. “Because I let you screw me? Well, I don’t love you, Richard. I never have. In fact, I hate you!”

He saw the wounded expression flicker across Richard’s face and started to shove into him again, hard and brutally. Damn Richard! Damn him to hell! Justin wanted to fuck him like his cock was a knife and stab him repeatedly until he’d fucked him to death.

Richard gasped with each savage thrust, his orgasm so close to the surface.

“I hate you so much, I hate you,” Justin said angrily over and over again, his face against Richard’s neck. As he rammed into the hot writhing body underneath him, Justin sunk his sharp little teeth cruelly into Richard’s shoulder and Richard was gone; he was coming like he’d never came before.

“Fuck me, Justin, fuck me, oh God!” he cried throatily as he exploded, shooting scalding opalescent fluid between their stomachs. Feeling the muscles contract and clench around his cock was too much to bear and Justin climaxed hard, shuddering with the intensity and spilling his second lot of cum deep inside of Richard.

“Hate you, hate you,” Justin muttered as the last tremors of ecstasy washed through him. He collapsed on top of Richard and they were both panting and slicked in sweat, every part of their bodies pulsing, their hearts hammering together almost as one.

And then Justin was sobbing, his body trembling, his tears falling onto Richard’s throat and mingling with the sweat from both of them. He was crying out of a much needed release of the dammed up emotions during the last few days.

“Jus?” Richard’s soft worried voice was next to his ear.

“I don’t hate you, Richard,” he choked out between sobs. “I don’t, I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s all right,” Richard said soothingly and stroked Justin’s hair. “You don’t have to say it. I understand.”

Justin raised his head and looked at Richard with tear stained eyes, his beautiful face crumpled.

“You know that I...I...”

“Yeah, I know,” Richard replied quickly and kissed his soft lips, holding his face in his hands. “I feel exactly the same, believe me.”

Then he laughed and it wasn’t mocking or derisive, it was a genuine delighted laugh.

“Jesus Christ, Justin. You are gonna have to do that more often. You fucked me, totally and utterly fucked me. There’s no one in the world that could do that to do me, baby. Nobody else I would let do that, you know?”

Justin smiled shyly, feeling the best he’d felt in his whole damned life.

“Yeah, I know.”


***


BROKEN BOTTLE Part 2.Love is pain.


Richard bails Justin up in the school bathroom.


“In order to truly love someone, you have to be able to hurt them. I’m not just talking about physical violence, I mean emotionally. You have to be able to tell the truth, even it’s not what they want to hear. You can’t have a completely open and honest relationship if you don’t say what you really think, even if it hurts the other person’s feelings.”

Justin’s steady blue gaze swept around the classroom as he gave his five minute talk, settling briefly on Richard’s bemused face, then quickly moving on.

“So, to summarise, all relationships are a mix of submission and power and you have to know when to play a certain role for it to remain truthful. You have to love someone enough to be able to hurt them. Love is pain. That’s just the way it is.”

A mixed reaction greeted his ending statement. A few boys and girls agreed wholeheartedly, some remained silent and some jeered, wanting to know when Justin, a loner geek, had ever been in love.

“Thank you, Justin. Any useful comments?” The teacher asked.

Richard laughed softly to himself.

“Mr. Haywood? Got something to share with the rest of us?”

The blond boy shifted in his seat, all eyes upon him, expecting a scathing retort to Justin’s speech as he usually came forth with. Justin gazed at him coolly through his glasses, prepared for his talk to be torn to shreds, as usual.

“Uh, no sir,” Richard replied, shrugging.

“Nothing?” The teacher pursued.

“Well, if you must know, I actually kinda agree with Justin’s ramblings for once. He has a point. Love is pain.”

“Speaking from personal experience?”

Richard just grinned nonchalantly at his teacher. The bell rang and students climbed to their feet, eager to get to lunch.

“You don’t even know what love is,” Lisa hissed as she squeezed past him, her eyes full of disdain.

Before Richard could comment, she was gone. That bitch was probably pissed at him because he hadn’t called. Jesus, just ‘cos he fucked her a couple of times doesn’t mean all of a sudden they’re high school sweethearts. Shit. He would regret sleeping with her till his dying day. And he did know what love was. Fuck yeah, how he knew.

Besides, he already had a high school sweetheart.

He watched Justin’s lithe figure turn into the men’s room. He waited a bit and then followed. The washroom was empty, save for the pretty boy with the longish dirty blond hair cupping his hands under the dryer. Justin looked up startled, as Richard grabbed his arm and pulled him into the nearest cubicle and locked the door behind them.

“I thought you were gonna do a talk on crime and punishment or some shit like that,” Richard said, pushing Justin up against the wall and digging his fingers into his neck. “Was that little speech in there for me?”

Justin looked up at the taller boy with guarded eyes, swallowed and replied calmly, “Yeah, it was.”

“Bitch,” Richard hissed and licked Justin’s face lewdly, causing him to flinch.

Then, to make up for that insult, he captured his lover’s sweet, pouty, full mouth with his own. His fingers relaxed their grip on Justin’s throat and instead started to caress, sliding into his hair and stroking his jaw. He kissed him, gently, coaxingly and moaned a little as Justin opened to him, allowing his tongue to enter and twine with his. Justin’s hands, which had been hanging by his sides, crept around Richard’s lean waist and pulled him closer.

The memory of the night before, which had been in both their minds all morning, suddenly flared back with full force and this time their bodies remembered and responded. Justin recalled the liberating power he wielded over his normally aggressive partner with a broken bottle and how good it felt to dominate him and finally possess him, for once.

Meanwhile, Richard remembered the incredible feeling of being tortured and taken by Justin at the run down house on the cliff beside the beach. His ass was that sore today it was a wonder he wasn’t walking strangely. Also, the cut above his nipple was scabbed over nicely and he sported a bite mark on his shoulder and a dark purple bruise on his jaw, covered with makeup, of course. Justin had hit him hard. He had been asking for it, no denying the fact. But it still hurt every time he opened his mouth, like now when he was kissing Justin. The pain was nothing beside the consuming pleasure though, and somehow added to it.

Richard groaned deep in his throat and rubbed his thigh against the other boy’s hardness while his own erection pressed demandingly into Justin’s hip. Impatiently, he pulled Justin’s shirt out of the front of his pants and slipped his hand inside to touch his smooth, flat stomach and broke the kiss off, moving his hungry mouth to Justin’s throat, sucking and lightly biting.

“Richard,” Justin breathed, his nails digging into Richard’s back at the feeling of seeking hands and hot, wet mouth on his skin. “We can’t...Not here.”

“Why not?” Richard murmured, tantalisingly licking the warm flesh under Justin’s ear, a slave to his beautiful boy’s intoxicating scent and taste.

“Someone might come in!”

“I don’t care,” Richard growled and crumpled Justin’s shirt higher so he could bend down and flick his tongue over one of his nipples. Justin shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut as an electric shock arced through him at the contact.

“I want to fuck you right now, baby.”

Embarrassing warmth rushed into Justin’s face at hearing those explicit words and he gasped when Richard shoved his hand down the front of his trousers, wrapping his fingers around Justin’s rigid heat. Justin grabbed his wrist tightly.

“Richard, please. If we get caught together...”

The unspoken part of that sentence and what would happen to them both stopped Richard finally. He released a frustrated sigh and stepped back, his brow creased in a frown.

“After school, at the bluff, okay?” Justin suggested, stroking Richard’s arm to placate him. He was in an uncharacteristically good mood after Richard’s surprising behaviour in class. For once he didn’t try to humiliate Justin. About freaking time.

“No broken bottles this time, Richard. I promise.”

Justin smiled impishly, making Richard think about the part of his anatomy he’d like surrounded with those big soft lips.

Once more, Richard groaned.

“God, Justin. I don’t know if I can wait three more whole hours to be alone with you again. This fucking sucks, man, that we have to pretend we hate each other.”

At the desperate note of need in his voice, Justin smiled again, one of those rare, beautiful smiles that stopped Richard’s heart.

“I’m sure you’ll survive. Just be patient.”

Justin tucked his shirt back in as Richard sat on the toilet sulkily, watching him.

“Wait a few minutes before you come out,” Justin told him, smoothing his longish hair behind his ears neatly. “It’ll raise suspicion if we go out together.”

“Whatever,” Richard mumbled.

Justin leant down and tentatively kissed him, once on the forehead, in an extremely uncommon display of affection. That, combined with the little talk he gave in class, was Justin’s way of admitting that he loved Richard without having to say it directly. That was way too scary to do yet. He’d never said it to anyone, not in his whole life. He hoped Richard got the intended message.

He did. Moved by the unexpected and touching gesture, Richard took his hand, threading his fingers through Justin’s and silently mouthed, Love you, Jus.

Suddenly extremely happy, so happy he almost wanted to cry, Justin pressed his lips to Richard’s knuckles and then, very reluctantly, pulled his fingers free. He gave Richard a lingering look full of want and desire and promise and unlocked the door, leaving his lover alone in the cubicle.

Sighing, Richard leant back against the cistern, burning with unfulfilled lust. At this rate he was gonna be walking around with a hard-on the rest of the day. Unless...

As his hand slipped into his pants, he closed his eyes and thought about what Justin, his devil child, would do to him after school this time.

The exquisite pain of love. He couldn’t wait.


END