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Get Outta My Dreams	By : Rina76 Category: M through R > Murder by Numbers Views: 4265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Get Outta My Dreams
- 1
Title - Get Outta My Dreams
Author - Rina76
Rating - NC-17
Summary - Richard gives Justin a ride home he'll never forget.
Warning - SLASH, sexual situations
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Richard spotted the slender figure of a blond male walking along the footpath, his hair hanging in his face, his eyes on the ground, a heavy-looking bag slung over his back. He slowed to a crawl and pulled up beside the pedestrian, who ignored him even though he must have heard the familiar sound of his Mustang.

   “Hey Pendleton,” Richard called out the window. “Where’s your ride?”

   “In the shop,” Justin replied shortly, not lifting his gaze or breaking his long loping stride.

   “Need a lift?”

For some reason, a line from the popular 1980’s Billy Ocean song went through Richard’s mind. ‘Get outta my dreams / get into my car…’

Justin turned and looked at Richard as if he’d just suggested they go jump into a volcano. “I’m perfectly capable of using my legs,” he said scathingly. “I’m not a paraplegic. Why don’t you go the mall and buy some more leather pants and leave me alone?”

Creeping his car slowly along the road, Richard bypassed the advice and kept up with Justin’s gait. “You’re gonna walk all the way home? That’s a pretty long hike,” he exclaimed.

   “I need the exercise.” Justin’s tone was curt.

Richard scoffed. Exercise? The only working out Justin ever did was of his brain. “Come on, man. Get in,” he wheedled persuasively. “I’ll give you a ride home.”

Once again, Justin looked at him as if he was frankly horrified at the suggestion. “Why are you even talking to me?” he hissed, looking around in case somebody from school was nearby. “We shouldn’t even be seen together.”

   “Well, get the fuck in before someone sees us,” Richard said logically, braking to a complete stop and opening the passenger door. It seemed like Justin was going to refuse his offer but then he sighed, took his bag off his back and climbed in, slamming the door after him. Richard grinned and took off with squealing tyres, ever the show pony. He put on some awful Satanic music, all screaming guitars and guttural vocals that made Justin want to stick his head out the window and crank it back up until he garrotted himself and passed out from lack of oxygen. But he knew if he asked Richard to turn it off, he would just increase the volume to be annoying.

As Richard drove, growling along to the almost unintelligible lyrics, Justin was quiet and stared out the window, the cool breeze blowing his hair out of his face for once. Then he asked with the faintest trace of sarcasm, “Did you enjoy yourself in History today?”

   “That was a History class?” Richard joked. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

He had spent most of the lesson crumpling up little balls of paper and throwing them at Justin who was sitting in front of him. He’d managed to lodge a couple in Justin’s hair before the other boy realised what was going on and plucked them out, turning around to find Richard with an innocent look on his face.

   “Why do you have to be so childish?” Justin was still gazing at the passing scenery.

   “I just like the way you scowl at me. You’re really cute when you’re mad, you know that?”

   “I am not,” Justin muttered darkly. Richard laughed.

   “Yeah, you are. Even though Mr Chechi caught me and told me off in front of the whole class, it was worth it. You didn’t have to smirk at me like that, either,” Richard added, glancing at his passenger.

   “Well, you deserved it,” Justin told him, with a hint of a spiteful smile on his full lips. Then he looked back out the window and frowned. “You’re taking the wrong road. This isn’t the way to my house.”

   “I know.” Richard was nonchalant. Justin faced him, clearly irate.

   “What the hell are you doing, Richard? Take me home. Now,” he ordered, scowling in that appealing way, his mouth turning into an alluring pout.

   “Oh, I would love to,” Richard drawled, with an insinuating grin. “But I don’t think your mom would let me sleep over.”

Justin was speechless with outrage. Finally, he found his tongue and snapped, “I don’t know what you’re playing at this time but I’m not going to be part of it. Stop the car and let me out.”

   “Hmmm. Let me think.” Richard pretended to consider his request. “Umm… No.”

   “Richard,” Justin said warningly.

   “Richard.” Richard copied the other boy’s tone uncannily. Justin made a frustrated sound of vexation and sat there fuming as he was driven to God knows where, for God knows what purpose. He thought about opening the door and leaping out but at the speed Richard was doing, he’d probably end up looking like road kill and how would he explain that to his dear mother?

He raised his brows in disbelief when he realised where Richard was taking him.

   “You’ve got to be kidding,” Justin said flatly as Richard pulled the car up to the fenced edge of a cliff, overlooking the ocean. “What is this? Make out Point?”

Richard shrugged, switching off the ignition.   “Pretty much.”

Thoroughly disgusted, Justin made a move to grab the door handle and Richard grasped his arm, halting his attempt to escape. Justin turned to him, masking his anger carefully. “I’m not in any mood to deal with your games, Richard. I’m asking you one more time to take me home or I’m getting out.”

   “Wait. Hold on a minute. I just want to know why you haven’t answered my calls or come over to my house lately. I’ve waited for you for the last five nights. You’re supposed to be tutoring me, in case you forgot. Where the fuck have you been, huh?” His demanding voice softened. “Look, I don’t care about the studying, okay? I just…I miss you, man.”

At Richard’s heartfelt admission, Justin’s pique seemed to lessen. “Sorry. I’ve been busy,” he said evasively, ducking his head. Richard knew he was lying.

   “You’re avoiding me. Why?” When Justin didn’t answer, Richard asked, “Is it because of the other night?”

Justin flushed and shunned Richard’s penetrating gaze. “The other night was a mistake,” he mumbled. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

   “But it did,” Richard reminded. “And it wasn’t a mistake, Justin. It was…” He searched for the right word. “Inevitable. You know it was bound to happen sooner or later. I, for one, do not regret it. And neither should you.”

The grip on Justin’s arm turned into a caress. “Can you honestly tell me it was bad, that you didn’t enjoy it, huh? Can you?” He leaned towards Justin, close enough to smell the fresh shampoo scent of his hair and hear the intake of breath as Richard’s hand moved to his knee. Justin tried unsuccessfully to stop his intimate touch.

   “Don’t,” Justin said unsteadily and gulped when Richard slid his palm down his thigh.

   “Don’t what?” Richard’s breath was hot on the side of his face. Justin jumped as Richard licked the shell of his ear. He shoved the other boy aside.

   “Don’t,” Justin said, this time with a little more force. “If you think I’m going to have sex with you in the backseat of your car, you have sorely misjudged me. I’m not some little skank who’ll sleep with you because you have Daddy’s money and act like Prince Charming.”

Amused, Richard pulled back and met Justin’s defiant glare. “My, aren’t we nasty today? What’s wrong, got your period?”

“Take me home,” Justin commanded again, clenching his jaw. Richard sighed.

   “Fine. I’ll take you home. On one condition,” he stipulated. “Let me kiss you first.”

   “No!” Justin looked appalled.

   “Just once.”

   “I said no,” Justin repeated firmly.

   “Oh c’mon. Only five nights ago you were moaning my name and begging me for more and now you won’t even let me give you one measly kiss?”

   “Shut the hell up.” Justin reddened, not wanting to be reminded of his moment of weakness. Richard didn’t shut up.

   “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you? Especially after what happened? God, Justin, it’s been driving me crazy.” Richard itched to touch Justin’s hair or stroke his cheek or rub his thumb over his soft lower lip. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Christ, you can’t just cut me off completely. Not now. I need to have something. You gotta give me something or I’ll go insane. Just let me kiss you and I’ll take you home, okay?”

   “Just one kiss? That’s all?” Justin was dubious.

   “Yeah, yeah. I promise,” Richard said impatiently.

Justin twisted his lips in a cruel, mocking smile. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

Richard rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Fuck! What do I have to do, man? Why do you make it so difficult for me, huh? Why do I have to work so damn hard just to get a simple token of affection from you?”

   “Because nothing is ever simple with you, Richard. There’s always strings attached.”

   “There’s no strings,” Richard denied emphatically. “There’s never been strings. I’m totally string-free.”

   “Right.” Justin didn’t believe that for one second.

   “If you’re so worried about strings,” Richard began, “then why did you accept my ride? You know what I think? I think you like the strings. Don’t you?”

Justin appeared perplexed. “What on earth are you babbling about?”

   “I’m just saying that you want me to kiss you. Why else are you here?”

   “Because you kidnapped me?” Justin answered incredulously. Richard just shrugged.

   “Hey, I didn’t force you into my car at gunpoint. And I’m just taking a detour. This is the scenic route home.”

Justin stared at him. “Out of curiosity, just how many girls have you brought up here?”

   “Only one. Oh, okay, maybe two,” Richard confessed. “But the second one never put out so it doesn’t count. Fuck, I can’t even remember her name. Anyway, who gives a shit? All I know is, you’re not going home until you let me kiss that pretty mouth of yours. I can wait here all night if I have to.”
He made a show of stretching out his legs and getting settled.

   “Some of us have better things to do than make out. I have chores and homework,” Justin told him in an irritated voice.

Richard raised his brows. “Well, if you don’t want to be late for dinner Justin, I suggest you pucker up.”

Justin sighed deeply, knowing Richard had a stubborn streak in him the size of his father’s bank balance and he would keep him hostage until he got what he wanted. It was just easier to let him have his way sometimes.

   “Fine. One kiss,” he conceded. It’s not like they hadn’t done that before. In fact, Richard had kissed him plenty of times. The first time shocked the hell out of him, and Richard. Literally. When their mouths met, it felt like they had been jolted by an electrical current and they jerked apart with wide eyes. Ever since then the more experienced boy had used any excuse to taste Justin’s luscious lips. Sometimes, when Justin was explaining something, whether it was about biology, or philosophy or poetry or whatever particular topic he was getting carried away with, Richard would suddenly grab him and kiss him in mid-sentence. It kind of bothered Justin when Richard did that because it made him lose concentration.

   “But just one, Richard.”

Hearing Justin’s permission, Richard sat up excitedly and reached for him. Justin grabbed his arm.

   “No groping, you got it? Just hurry up and get it over with, okay?”

   “Jeez. Don’t sound so enthusiastic,” Richard muttered and tipped Justin’s chin up. He pressed his lips to Justin’s. There was no answering signal on Justin’s side and he kissed him again, harder this time, wanting to feel him respond, not sit there stiffly as if he was getting a root canal. He wanted to feel his tightly sealed lips soften and part, a tremor, a tiny gasp, anything. He cupped Justin’s face so that he couldn’t turn away when he felt Richard’s tongue, probing, demanding admittance. He licked the little indent that he adored in the flesh of Justin’s lower lip, making a noise of satisfaction as the object of his lust reluctantly opened for him, letting him into the warm wetness of his mouth. Richard circled his tongue possessively around the other boy’s mouth, delving deep and rhythmically, reminiscent of the sexual act they had shared five nights ago.

The bold gesture had the desired effect on Justin. He closed his eyes and moaned low in his throat, his uptight body melting like ice cream in the sun. He let Richard kiss him. And kiss him. One kiss had somehow turned into one hundred. He was barely aware of being dragged into the rear of the vehicle and having his shirt ripped open and his pants yanked down. Richard was all over him, his mouth, his hands, burning hot, branding him permanently and…Oh God.

Before he knew it, Richard was in him. He had produced a condom from out of thin air, put in on himself, and urgently entered Justin without any pretence of romance, without any sweet words of endearment or without even asking if that’s what Justin wanted.

Richard was fucking him in the back seat of his car.

Just like Justin said he wasn’t going to let him do. Just like one of his sluts. But he was too lost in the moment to care too much and found himself crying Richard’s name like a prayer.

“Richard… Jesus, Richard, Richard…” Justin was almost sobbing with the intense shivers of pleasure-pain he was feeling in his belly each time his lover’s cock stroked inside his body.

   “Oh, Justin. I love it when you say my name like that,” Richard groaned, his hand underneath Justin’s right knee, lifting his leg up so he could penetrate him deeper. He wanted to get as deep inside Justin as he possibly could, to know him, for this was the only way he could really know the other boy. This was the only time Justin was really his, was totally and utterly his. When he was beneath Richard, all his neutral indifference and icy blankness dissolved and Justin astonishingly turned into a creature of pure blazing passion, as if he was a changeling, as if he had been stolen by faeries and replaced with someone else, someone with an insatiable hunger, someone whose overriding need matched Richard’s own. That’s what happened in Richard’s bedroom five nights ago, and that’s what was happening again right there in the backseat.

   “The other night was fucking unbelievable,” Richard enthused, easing his free hand behind Justin’s head to stop his skull from hitting the arm rest every time he shoved into the pale boy. “I swear I saw fireworks, man. I couldn’t wait to do it again.”

   “Well,” Justin said breathlessly, arching his neck so Richard could suckle on his throat. “Now you are.”

   “No,” Richard replied, lifting Justin’s knee even higher. “WE are, baby. We are.”

The toes of Justin’s left foot were now touching the roof, his right foot was wedged under the driver’s seat, and his head was saved from repeated banging against the arm rest by Richard’s protective palm. Richard’s legs were crunched up into irregular shapes, unable to stretch out due to the compact size of his car. The two boys were twisted and bent up together like pretzels but neither of them could do anything to change that and quite simply, could not care less. All they wanted was to get off with each other and were prepared to suffer a little physical discomfort for the ecstasy of orgasm. And orgasm was just around the corner.

   “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” Justin asked between gasps. “This is why you offered me a ride, isn’t it? You weren’t doing a good deed out of the evilness of your heart. You just wanted to bring me here and fuck me.”

   “No, I was hoping we could have a long, boring discussion about our relationship,” Richard said dryly. “Of course I wanted to fuck you, brainiac.” He emphasized his statement with an abrupt, deep jab of his cock, causing Justin to cry out loudly and forget all about talking.

At that precise point in time, they were not divided into a mathematical genius and a guy who was just scraping through high school on good luck and bribes, not an ignored middle-class only child with divorced parents and a spoilt rich kid whose father was wealthy beyond most people’s wildest dreams, not a spiky-haired golden sun-god worshipped and adored by everyone and a white-skinned, long-haired computer nerd whom nobody even looked twice at, not a slut who screwed anything that moved and a shy boy who had only been kissed by one person, and that one person ironically happened to be the aforementioned slut. No, when they were fucking, they weren’t polar opposites, they weren’t worlds apart, they weren’t different.

When they were fucking, they were equal.

Even though Richard was on top, in the dominant position, Justin was giving as good as he got. The young man on the bottom was not lying there apathetically while Richard did all the work. Hell no. Justin was lifting his hips, fully meeting Richard’s rough thrusts. He was alternating between brutally raking the short-haired male’s brown back with his nails and slipping his hands under the waistband of Richard’s unbuttoned pants, clutching his ass, greedily pulling him in further. While Richard was growling with pleasure, Justin was moaning openly, not holding himself back, then he would suddenly latch onto his lover’s shoulder and bite with kitten teeth, small and sharp, making Richard hiss. He would follow the nip by sucking hard, drawing blood to the surface of Richard’s flawless skin, making a pattern of violet bruises on his flesh. Oh yeah, Justin was participating just as much as Richard.

Bringing the act of love down to its basest, most primitive level, Richard screwed Justin and Justin screwed him right back. The Mustang was rocking like crazy with the force of their movements and when they weren’t kissing, which wasn’t so much kissing as fucking with their mouths, both of them were sucking and chewing on any bare flesh they could reach, earlobes, necks, shoulders, arms. Richard dog-nipped Justin on the leg he was holding up, leaving tooth-imprints behind on the soft white skin, and Justin rewarded the owner of the car with a cannibalistic bite on his tanned bicep. It was like they wanted to eat each other, to devour each other whole.

There was writhing and bucking, heavy breathing and sweating, the heat coming off their bodies causing the windows to steam up in the cool afternoon air. With all the mock fighting and restless squirming around, they butted skulls accidentally, more than once. Richard even felt his front incisor chip when their teeth clashed but he spat out the small sliver of tooth and kept going. They fucked violently, like wild things, like carnivores, until Justin stiffened, his hands clawing Richard’s ass, his nails cutting into the rich boy’s skin. Justin held his breath, tensing his whole body, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his full bottom lip. He started to shudder silently.

The beginning of his sexual peak triggered Richard’s own. “I’m coming with you, Justin. Fuck, baby, I’m coming,” he panted, thrusting deep into Justin’s tight warmth one last time before surrendering to his release.

Their respective climaxes slashed through them like lightning, fast, hard, desperate and just as earth-shattering as the other night. While Richard was swearing huskily in his ear, Justin came without a word, without a single sound, and then when it was over, let his breath out in a rush. Very slowly, they separated, untangling and stretching their confined limbs, groaning, trying to ease leg cramps and muscle soreness, both of them feeling like they had been hit by a truck. As he tied a knot in his condom, Richard felt his chipped incisor with his tongue, thinking he would have to go to the dentist and not looking forward to that at all.

   “Sorry about your tooth,” Justin cringed, knowing Richard hated needles and drills.

   “Ah, don’t worry about it. It was worth it.” Richard winked and wiped Justin’s tummy with tissues he kept in the car for occasions just like this, then gave Justin a hand to sit up. They rearranged their clothing and tried to make themselves presentable again.

   “Look. We steamed up the windows,” Richard remarked. “Just like on Titanic.” Impulsively, he took Justin’s palm and slid it down the foggy glass, making a very familiar handprint.

Justin arched his brow at Richard, wiping his wet hand on his pants. “Does that mean you think I’m like Rose?” he asked wryly.

   “Fuck, no. You’re way prettier than Rose,” Richard teased. Justin covered up his embarrassment with a frown. Richard swirled his fingertip over the window, inscribing the initials, R H. “Go on, write yours.”

   “What for?” Justin looked at him strangely.

   “Because.”

   “Because why? It’s just going to evaporate.”

   “Just do it.” Richard urged. “C’mon.”

At Richard’s insistence, Justin sighed and wrote J P in the condensation, not seeing the point of this juvenile exercise. Richard then quickly drew a heart between the two sets of initials, linking them, and looked to gauge Justin’s reaction. Justin was staring at the window with round blue eyes, his face carefully empty of any emotion. Richard knew that face. Justin made that face when he didn’t want Richard to know what he was really feeling. And it worked. He could have been about to break down and cry or he could have been about to burst into callous laughter, Richard couldn’t tell. Just as he was going to ask what the second boy was thinking, Justin abruptly reached out and erased the whole thing with the heel of his palm, ending up with one clear patch on the glass. The move stung Richard unexpectedly.

   “Just take me home, Richard,” Justin said brusquely. “You got your goddamn kiss.”

   “I got a fuckin’ lot more than that,” Richard said under his breath, clambering into the driver’s seat and starting the car, warming the engine up. Justin awkwardly climbed into the passenger side and promptly gave Richard the cold shoulder, turning away from him.

   “I can’t believe I let you do that,” Justin grumbled. “You always manage to get your own way, don’t you? You’ve been doing it ever since your mother pushed your big head out of her loins.”

   “Oh, cut the crap, Justin,” Richard muttered, turning on the air conditioner to de-fog the windscreen. “Admit it. You want me just as much as I want you. And for your information, my big head meant I was a C-section baby.”

   “I don’t want you.” Justin’s statement was as flat as week-old Coke and just as artificial.

   “Yes, you do. You’ll have me again.” Richard sounded smug and confident.

   “Never.”

   “More like five minutes ago. And I got the hickeys to prove it.”

Justin couldn’t think of a comeback to that. So he said, “Shut up and drive, Richard.”

As he let Justin out at the front of his house shortly before sundown, Richard grinned at him lazily, his desire sated, at least for another day. “You want a lift tomorrow?”

   “My car will be ready in the morning,” Justin replied, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

   “So?” Richard kept grinning, his chipped tooth showing roguishly, like a pirate.
   “Plenty of room in here if you need another…ride.” He made the last part sound like the hottest word in the English language.

   “Actually, there isn’t. I have a crick in my neck now,” Justin complained, rubbing the afflicted area. There was barely enough space in the back seat of Richard’s Mustang for a guy and a girl, let alone the bodies of two lanky, broad-shouldered males. “I don’t know how you do it. You have to be a Yoga instructor to get comfortable in there.”

   “Now that’s an idea,” Richard said fiendishly, imagining all the possible positions they could achieve if Justin took up the practice. “Although, you’re pretty fuckin’ flexible already. I’m gonna start calling you Gumby.”

Justin gave Richard an enigmatic half-smile, forgiving the other boy for taking him against his will to a place where horny teenagers go to screw. The incredible feelings Richard had awakened in him were something of a revelation. He hadn’t felt this alive in ages. And no matter how much it shamed him or he tried to deny it, they were horny teenagers after all. He grudgingly admitted to himself that Richard was right.

He DID want to do it again.

He tried not to blush as he suggested, “You know, Richard, there’s a place on this bluff we could go…”

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