Disclaimer ::: Not my characters.....la la la.....

A/N :::: Crap. Total crap. Still in Richards POV. Heavy slash. ;) Wait...NC- 17 isn't allowed on FanFiction.Net...well, lets have fun watching me get in shit.

By the time we got to the bluff it was pouring rain. Neither of us had spoken the entire drive up here, and neither of us spoke as we walked through the cold rain, into the abandoned building. The inside was dark and damp feeling. Rain pelted through the broken windows and the sound of the water below was loud and fierce.

I began to build a fire in the large hearth glancing over my shoulder only to see Justin sitting on the bed against the far wall, reading a book. The air seemed increasingly warmer as soon as the fire was lit. I kicked off my wet shoes and struggled out of my leather jacket. I set my shoes in from of the fire while throwing my ruined coat over the back of a chair.

I sighed deeply and moved to sit on the bed next to Justin. His body tensed slightly, although his gaze remained on the leather bound book of poems he was so transfixed in. I lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall.

Even with the fire going I was freezing. The air was cold and my clothes were wet. I stripped my socks off and carefully removed my expensive silk shirt. One look at Justin told me that he was cold too. I could see him shivering slightly and his lips were pale; yet still he read. I pulled an old blanket around me and put my cigarette out against the wall.

"Justin, come here." I said this quietly with a touch of warmth in my voice.

He kicked his own shoes off and moved against the wall beside me. I draped the old blanket around both our bodies, our shoulders touching. Neither of us said anything for a long time. I glanced at my watch. It was nearly four o'clock.

"Why are we here?" Justin asked in that same timid voice I had heard so often. I didn't answer him, so he continued. "Maybe we should talk about the murder. We've got little over a day until..." I cut him off.

"I don't want to talk about that." We both became silent again. I listened closely to the sound of the waves on the rocks below; the pitter patter of the rain against the old lodge; and the sound of the fire crackling in the hearth. Without giving it much thought, I closed my warm hand over Justin's ice cold one.

His hand was stiff, and his body tense. He didn't pull his hand away. I had a billion thoughts rolling through my mind. Not one of them made sense, and not one of them was about the murder. I was thinking about Justin. The way his hair always fell into his face; how he always had a book with him; how he was sitting so tense beside me, when all I wanted to do was.....

I kissed him. I put my hand on his cold pale cheek and turned his head so I could bring my lips to his. I could tell he was surprised; his mouth was slightly open in the middle of trying to say something. I took this opportunity to slip my tongue inside his mouth. He didn't kiss me back, but he never pulled away. I could have kissed him forever without him resisting, but when my hand left his face and ventured towards the button on his pants, he stopped me.

"Richard.....what are you doing!!" his eyes were wide and he was slightly out of breath. His voice shook slightly.

"Are you sure you don't want this?" I asked him innocently while brushing my fingers against the bulge in his pants. He whimpered slightly and took my hand away.

I sighed loudly and moved away from him. I lit a cigarette and shook my head when he tried to talk to me. I wasn't used to rejection. I kneeled on the bed facing slightly away from him.

"You're such a pussy Justin. You can't even give in to something when you know you want it. You're fucking weak. I don't even know why I'm wasting my......"

My vicious lashing was cut off when he pretty well threw himself at me. I fell back on the bed with him on top of me. I looked up at him for a moment, his face was unreadable, then his lips were on mine and he was kissing me. I kissed him back, matching up to his sloppy kiss. Like I had guessed, he was inexperienced.

This time when I went for his pants he let me. I freed the button and undid the zipper; he kicked them off onto the floor. I rolled him over so I was lying on top of him. I pulled my wet undershirt over my head and threw it on the floor carelessly. Justin was undoing his own shirt, I helped him out of it, and it joined the pile of forgotten clothes on the floor. I was only half surprised by the scars along his wrists and chest. I didn't question, I never questioned. I tore my mouth away from his long enough to get out of the bed and remove my own pants, pulling my boxers down with them, releasing my painfully hard cock. Justin's eyes never left mine as I climbed back on the bed.

I pulled his boxers off and let them fall to the floor. His breathing was heavy and steady, aside from the little hitch in his breath when I ran my fingers along the tip of his hard. I moved my head down, kissing the inside of his thigh. I inched up and kissed the base of his cock. I ran my tongue up his length, stopping to twirl my tongue around his head. He was whimpering quietly, and cried out as I took his entire length in my mouth. He bucked up; I gagged slightly but didn't stop. I kept moving my mouth up and down, massaging the underside of his cock with my tongue.

"Richard......I'm...." I stopped; I didn't want him to come yet. "Don't stop.....Richard...." I silenced him by wrapping my lips around his. I pulled away; bringing my hand up I slicked two of my fingers with spit. He looked surprised and I had to laugh slightly.

"Just relax." I whispered to him as I pushed his legs apart. I slipped one finger in side of him, he gasped and tensed instantly. I started moving it around; in and out. He relaxed slightly, but tensed again when I added a second finger. I kissed his neck as I moved my fingers inside of him. He moaned as I slipped a third finger in, but didn't tense. I couldn't wait any longer and I removed my hand. I moved between his legs, which he wrapped around my waist. "Are you ok?" I asked, he nodded his response.

I slid into him slowly, every muscle in my body restraining me from going faster. I stopped once I was completely inside him. I didn't want to hurt him, so I decided to go slow. Justin wasn't just another one of my bitches. One of the many random girls I tended to pick up and screw, then leave them like the worthless whores deserved. No, Justin was more then that. Once he relaxed a bit I started a slow rhythm, each thrust electing a moan from Justin.

I moved my hand between our bodies, stroking him. He squirmed beneath me; head thrown back. He looked up at me. His half lidded eyes met my own lustful gaze and I started pumping him faster. I slammed into him hard causing him to moan shamelessly. I shivered as the pressure grew.

"I think I love you Pendleton," I said, surprising him, and even myself. I tasted the flesh just below his left ear; somehow he tasted both sweet and salty at the same time. I tried a different angle, finally hitting his sweet spot. He moaned in total ecstasy. It didn't take much longer before I felt Justin tense, spilling his seed over my hand and abdomen. I felt my own orgasm approaching, I thrust into him hard before releasing myself into his heat. I collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. Once I'd recovered from my state of bliss I rolled off of him, pulling him close to me. I kissed him gently before he pulled back from me. He stared at me, trying to read my expression.

"Did you mean it? When you said you loved me?" He asked quietly, letting his gaze wonder slightly left of my face.

"Of course I did," I barely whispered. He smiled slightly then, before meeting my lips with his own briefly. I pulled him close to me, his head resting on my chest. I managed to locate the fallen blanket and wrapped it around our bodies.

"Does this not seem weird, Richard?" I shook my head, no. We stayed at the Bluff that night, curled in each other arms. Neither of us were thinking of the murder. I suppose it was the last thing on my mind; I could never really tell what Justin was thinking.
The next morning came all too soon. We knew we had to go to school; we knew our parents would be angry about our absence the previous night. I didn't mind, it seemed worth it. I saw Justin at school that day. We didn't speak, but a knowing glance was all I needed for reassurance. I just hoped he was thinking about me as much as I was thinking about him.

A/N::::Yeah, I'd be some sick bitch if I left it at that. Hrm, that turned out way worse then I thought it would. I blame it entirely on the fact that I wrote half of this 7 months after I wrote the other half. Meh, what can you do 'eh? R&R if you would. Good criticism, bad criticism, its all good. Hell, I'll accept flames at this point! Would make for an interesting read, indeed. Rhymage! Thus I'm done...until I get off my lazy ass and decide to write another chapter, but I'm not doing shit all unless at least one person requests it. Evil laughter why the hell am I rambling?