Authors: Jericho Quentin and Kay Tee
Pairings: X/L
Email: Jericho i666hmmm420@yahoo.com and Kay Tee maybeshedoes@yahoo.com
Summary: There's no room at the inn (well, motel...), wherever will Lindsey sleep?
Spoilers: Hells Bells
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: You know we want it.
Disclaimer: *in unison* We do not own the boys.
Notes: Thanks to Sarah for the beta!!
Notes 2: Okay, we did this back and forth. Jericho wrote Lindsey and the creepy deskclerk and Kay Tee wrote Xander!
Lindsey sighed. He'd driven up to Seattle and then back down; now he was in some small town called Sunnydale. 'Suppose I could find a hotel or something,' he thought, rolling his shoulders tiredly.
***
Xander stood outside his motel room, staring off into the distance and avoiding the rather nasty smells from inside for a few minutes before he passed out on the bed for the night. Not like his life could really get any worse anyway. This was definitely *not* how he planned on spending his wedding night.
***
"What do you mean, there's no rooms?" Asked Lindsey, irritated. "Is there anywhere else in this town to stay?"
"I'm sorry, sir," said the desk clerk condescendingly. "The next closest place is in LA."
"So what am I supposed to do?" Snapped Lindsey.
***
Xander turned to go back inside, but the doorknob wouldn't budge. Dammit, he'd locked himself out. Of course. What had he been thinking? That this night couldn't possibly get any worse? He sighed and headed back to the front desk and the creepy night clerk.
***
"I don't know what to tell you, sir," simpered the man.
Lindsey was temped to throttle the man and had started to reach across the desk when someone entered the lobby.
***
Xander stormed up to the desk, ignoring the other customer there, determined to get back to his room and unconscious as quickly as possible.
"I need another key to my room. 11b. I locked myself out," he said quickly.
But the nasty little guy behind the counter didn't answer, just darted a look between Xander and the other customer.
"What?" Xander demanded, sure he really didn't want to know.
"Well, sir," said the desk clerk smoothly, "this gentleman is looking for a place to stay tonight. I can get you another key, if you wouldn't mind sharing."
"Now, wait a minute," snarled Lindsey. "That is not fair to this poor kid here. I suggest you come up with something else."
Xander ran a tired hand over his face.
"No, it's fine. I don't care."
The desk clerk shot a smug look at the lawyer as he handed Xander another key.
Lindsey shrugged tiredly, glad that he was getting out of the clerk's presence. "Hey," he said, grabbing his duffle bag and catching up to Xander. "Sorry about that. I don't mean to impose."
Xander waved his hand and turned to introduce himself to the other man, but he never got the words out, choking as he met startling blue eyes; sad and friendly at the same time.
Xander shook his head-- he so wasn't going anywhere near those kind of thoughts tonight. Those thoughts were for a different time and a different Xander.
He cleared his throat and said, maybe just a little hoarsely, "Not a problem. I'm Xander, by the way."
Lindsey felt as though he were drowning in those sorrow-filled eyes. "Ah'm Lindsey," he said, cursing himself silently for letting the accent through. He cleared his throat. "Are you just passing through?"
Xander smiled a little half-heartedly, "Nope, I live here. Well, not *here*. I have an apartment in town."
And Xander bit his lip so he wouldn't say anymore as he slipped the key into the door.
"Welcome to my-- our-- very humble abode," Xander gestured Lindsey inside.
Lindsey stepped into the room with Xander following him and closing the door quietly, then dropped his bag in shock. "There's, uh, there's only one bed."
Looking up sharply, Xander saw that this was true. Normally he'd say 'what the hell, we're both grown ups,' but this Lindsey guy stirred old and dangerous feelings in Xander.
Ah, well. Screw it. "What the hell," Xander shrugged, "we're both grown ups."
'Damn, damn, double damn,' thought Lindsey, staring at the young man before him, watching brown hair obscure those chocolate pools only to be brushed away by strong-looking hands. 'I can't sleep in the same bed with him.'
"Ah can, erm, I can sleep on the floor," he said, hoping Xander wouldn't notice the slip with the accent.
Ooo, sexy accent. Xander wondered why Lindsey was trying so hard to cover it up.
And that thought lead to, "Okay, you can sleep on the floor."
But then Xander felt like a total ass. "Geez, the floor's disgusting. You shouldn't have to sleep on it. I'll get the floor. Take the bed."
Because this night could not get any worse, and Xander deserved the smelly floor, not this beautiful guy with a barely concealed whiskey accent.
"No, I can't let you do that," insisted Lindsey. "You paid for the room. You get the bed. I have no problem sleeping on the floor."
'Just get in the bed,' Lindsey pleaded silently. 'You look so good right now.' Trying to avoid looking at the young man, Lindsey bent over to get a pack of cigarettes out of his bag.
And hello to the view!
Xander knew he really should avert his eyes before he got caught looking. Was pretty sure this wasn't the kinda guy who'd beat him up for checking out his ass, but you could never be sure. Glanced away just as Lindsey stood up, so that was good.
Lindsey looked over at Xander and noticed he was studying a wall with intense concentration. 'Hmmm, that's interesting.'
"Want one?" He asked, pulling out a cigarette and holding the pack out to Xander. He patted his pockets, "Damn, where'd that lighter get to? Must still be in the bag."
He was bending over again and Xander was sure Lindsey was doing that on purpose.
He groaned and flopped backward onto the bed, squeezing his eyes shut. Not going there. Not. Really really not. Right?
One eyelid cracked open and Xander watched that tight jean-clad ass, and then it turned around to reveal a tight jean-clad-- Whoa! Lindsey totally just caught him looking.
Xander smiled a little sheepishly and looked away quickly, embarrassed.
Lindsey raised one eyebrow slightly. "Like what you see?" He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, near Xander. He lit his cigarette and took a long drag, savoring the sensation. Then blew the smoke out slowly.
Gulp. "Yeah."
"I like what I'm seeing too." He took another drag, slightly pursing his lips around the end of the filter.
Oh, Xander wanted this so badly, and knew it was wrong-- this guy was a total stranger-- but still, Xander wanted.
Sat up slowly, face just a little too close to Lindsey's, eyes on the other man's lips as Lindsey took a long drag on his cigarette.
Lindsey was looking at him expectantly, so Xander asked, "Can I have a drag?"
"Sure," said Lindsey. He scooted over so Xander could sit up. "I don't suggest you do this lying down." He handed him the cigarette.
Xander tried to be all suave like Lindsey when he inhaled-- and ended up coughing violently. Okay, been a long time since he and Jesse shared the odd, elicit cigarette back in high school.
Lindsey rubbed Xander's back, trying to ease the coughing fit. "Been awhile?" He asked, enjoying the feeling of Xander's muscular back below his hand.
And hey, Xander would have humiliated himself earlier if he knew it would get him that warm touch from Lindsey.
"Yeah. Let me try that again," brought the cigarette back to his lips, not really minding if he did choke.
"Careful," said Lindsey, stilling his hand on the small of Xander's back. "Don't inhale too deeply this time."
So Xander didn't inhale at all, just arched a little into Lindsey's touch, whispering, "Nah, I'm done." Offered the cigarette back to the older man.
Lindsey took the cigarette, only to toss it on the carpet and grind it out under his heel. Almost tentatively, he drew Xander closer, bringing his other arm around the dark-haired man. He leaned in and kissed the other man, tracing his tongue around the closed lips in a sensual invitation.
This was what Xander needed. Contact. He parted his lips eagerly, sucking gently on Lindsey's tongue.
Lindsey moaned. He was in heaven. He moved his tongue further in, exploring Xander's mouth thoroughly, tracing his teeth, sliding along the sides, and tangling his tongue with the younger man?s.
And this was perfect, really. Xander wrapped himself around the leaner man and pulled them both down on the bed, never breaking the kiss.
Lindsey ground his hips into Xander's, feeling Xander's erection against his own through two layers of fabric. He slipped one hand under the edge of the other man's shirt and slid his hand over velvety smooth skin. He sucked Xander's bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled on it, enjoying the shivers coursing through his lover?s body.
Warm hands on his skin, under his clothes, but Xander needed more. Needed to forget this whole day, give himself to Lindsey and maybe forget this whole life too.
"Want you," Xander murmured into the kiss because he couldn't seem to break it completely; every time he started to draw away Lindsey followed him, and that's fine, beautiful, but. "Want you *Now*," Xander insisted, tugging futilely at Lindsey's shirt.
Lindsey pulled away from Xander, ripping his shirt off in one swift motion. "You, too," he drawled huskily. "Both hafta get undressed." He undid the buttons and zipper of his pants and stood up to pull them off, taking his boxers with them. Then he turned back to the bed. To Xander.
Who was struggling rather foolishly with the fancy buttons on his tux.
"Oh, baby, let me help with that," murmured Lindsey, reaching over to smoothly unbutton the dress shirt and slide it down the muscular arms.
And Xander really could?ve gotten the rest on his own, but Lindsey was naked and leaning down over his crotch, unhooking the latch on his fly.
Yeah, Xander could?ve helped. But he was really enjoying watching at the moment.
One other thing though, "God, your accent. That's so fucking sexy. Talk to me. Please."
Lindsey looked up at Xander. "What should I say?" He asked. "Lift your hips, Xander." Once Xander complied, he slid the trousers and boxers down and almost off, getting caught on Xander's shoes. Lindsey pulled off the shoes and finished undressing the other man.
"Should I talk about how sexy you are? With your rippling muscles? Or how I could drown in your eyes?" He asked, interspersing his questions with kisses on various parts of Xander's body as he slowly moved back up the bed. "Or maybe how hot you're going to look when I'm buried in your tight body? What shall I talk about?"
Xander groaned, reaching for Lindsey as soon as they were both face to face. This time the kiss was accompanied by full body contact, both of them sweating in the hot motel room, sliding against each other, and oh, so good, but Xander needed, wanted. "Please, God, tell me you have condoms."
Lindsey pressed a quick kiss to Xander's lips, then moved off the bed to his bag. He dug around for a second, then was back, sucking on Xander's left nipple as he lubed up the fingers of one hand. He circled Xander's opening with one slick finger, pressing and teasing until he slipped just the tip into Xander. "So tight..."
Xander gripped Lindsey's head as that finger pumped in and out of him. Damn, it had been too long, he'd almost forgotten how perfect this felt.
"Lindsey," he hissed out, and there was a second finger inside him, which wasn't what he was asking for, oh, but that was good too. "Yesssss."
Lindsey's tongue traced a path across Xander's chest as he switched his attentions to the other nipple. He crooked his fingers and hit Xander's prostate before slipping a third finger into the loosening ring of muscle.
"GAH!" Xander arched up into Lindsey's mouth and back onto Lindsey's fingers and just. Gah.
Decided it was about damn time he reciprocated a little and reached down to Lindsey's erection, stroking it with a slightly unsteady hand as he searched the blanket for... There it was.
Xander poured a good amount of lube into his palm before returning his attention to Lindsey's aching erection.
"Oh, God, Xander, yesss," moaned Lindsey, thrusting into the slick hand. He pushed his fingers into Xander one last time, then slid them out.
As Lindsey drew away from him momentarily, Xander knew what was coming, but couldn't stop himself from clutching at the other man, didn't want to lose that precious contact.
Lindsey fumbled a bit with the condom before getting it on. He then grabbed the lube and applied more before positioning himself at Xander's entrance. He pressed forward, slowly, sliding the head of his erection into the slick, hot channel. He heard Xander gasp and slid the rest of the way in.
"Yes," Xander groaned, leaning forward to kiss Lindsey before clenching his muscles around the other man, urging him to move.
"You- you stopped talking," Xander stuttered out, barely coherent.
"Sorry," gasped Lindsey as he started moving. "You're so tight. Breathtaking. So good." He thrust slowly and deeply. "Hot, you're incredible."
"More," Xander commanded, thrusting back onto Lindsey's cock. "Don't stop."
"Couldn't stop if I wanted to," panted Lindsey, increasing the speed of his movement. He took Xander's cock in his hand and started jacking the young man off in time to his thrusting. "So tight... You like this? You like feeling me inside?" Lindsey angled his thrusts a little differently, so that he was hitting Xander's prostate with every thrust. "You like the way I make you feel?"
"Fuck me," Xander shouted when Lindsey hit his prostate. "Yes. Yes. Don't stop... touching me. God, inside me, oh fuck."
And yeah, Xander was a real poet in bed. But with Lindsey's cock inside him and Lindsey's hand on his straining erection, Xander really couldn't think too much about what he was saying.
"Mmm, baby, such naughty language." Lindsey leaned down, sucking on Xander's shoulder blade, nipping and licking until he left a deep red love bite. "You taste so good. You feel so good," he moaned, driving his shaft deep into Xander's channel. He pulled even faster and harder on Xander's cock, bringing the other man closer to orgasm.
"Yeah," Xander whispered, his whole body tensed on the brink of orgasm, "yeah..."
Lindsey pounded into Xander, "Come on baby, cum for me. Cum for me, Xander."
"OH HOLY-" Xander bit his lip as he came, hot and heavy and feeling so fucking sweet.
"Oh, God, yesssss," wailed Lindsey as he came, the spasming muscles around his cock pulling his orgasm from his body.
Xander watched Lindsey's face twist with pleasure, before the older man slumped down on top of him. Xander ran his fingers languidly though the Lindsey's hair, felling satisfyingly sleepy.
Lindsey carefully pulled out of Xander, then discarded the used condom in the bedside waste basket. "Mmm, still wanna sleep on the floor?" He mumbled tiredly, cuddling up to Xander.
Xander smiled, not bothering to open his eyes or answer, just wrapped Lindsey up in his arms, enjoying the other man's warmth as he drifted into unconsciousness.
The End