Title: Not that kind
Author: Mad (marksandspence@yahoo.com; http://www.oocities.org/marksandspence)|
Setting: Angel Season 5: After Damage, begins during You're Welcome.
Rating: NC-17. Slash (Spike/Lindsey)
Disclaimer: Mutant Enemy owns Spike and Lindsey--I just make them do things you wouldn't see on TV.
Feedback: Please. It goes a long way towards chipping away at the guilt from time spent NOT doing actual work.
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Part 1
Setting: Let's start at the beginning of You're Welcome. Everything is the same except instead of Lindsey getting a "vision" and sending Spike after Cordelia, he ends up simply leaving to let Spike recuperate.
**
Scene: The following night. Inside Spike's apartment. There's a knock on the door--more of an announcement than permission seeking. We hear the sound of a key being inserted, followed by the turn of the doorknob. The door opens and in walks Lindsey. Confident and quiet as always, he scans the room quickly, but thoroughly, as he steps inside. He pushes the door closed behind him. He's carrying a guitar case. He takes a few more steps into the room and hearing the shower running, puts the case down on the coffee table and steps over to the fridge. He takes a beer, pops the top and steps back toward the couch. He takes a swig and sits down. He glances over at the video-game joystick from last night, now in pieces next to the TV. He shakes his head. He opens the guitar case and pulls out a plastic bag that had been neatly tucked under the neck of the guitar. In it are small packs of new strings. The instrument itself is rather dingy and beat up with only one string still in place. He sets to work unwrapping the strings, putting them in place one at a time with expert hands. When they're all on, he starts the tuning process, plucking at each string in time, gently twisting the screws at the top. When he's satisfied with each individual note, he strums a couple of cords and then sets the guitar down and takes another sip of beer, keeping his eyes on the now idle instrument. After a few moments, he looks as if he might be about to pick it up again, but instead is interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening. Spike strolls out with a towel wrapped around his waist, looking entirely nonplussed by Lindsey's presence.
Spike: "Not too fond of your girl's perfume. Smells like...[thinking about it]....peaches. Never liked peaches much."
Lindsey: "You just getting up? It's almost 9."
Spike: "Didn't know we were on a schedule."
Lindsey: "You know what they say--Early bird catches the....evil worm."
Spike: "You need to talk to the landlord. Only get about 10 minutes of hot water in here."
Lindsey: "Didn't think it'd take more than 10 minutes to get a hero clean."
Spike: [small smirk] "I'm not that kind of hero."
Lindsey: "I'll see what I can do."
[Spike grabs some pants off the floor, drops the towel and pulls them on, turned only slightly away from Lindsey who never takes his eyes off him--his stare isn't sexual, just the stare of someone who knows not to take your eyes off a vampire in any situation.]
Lindsey: "You ready for some physical therapy?"
Spike: "Only if it involves rubbing alcohol and a buxom Swedish girl named Ursula."
Lindsey: [small smile] "I'm a bit short on the Swedes. I brought you this." [He picks up the guitar and holds it toward Spike]
Spike: [skeptical] "A guitar?"
Lindsey: "Video games rot your brain. Besides, looks like you already got 'crushing' down [indicating the joystick]--think maybe you should work a bit more on the fine motor skills."
Spike: "And here I thought you were going to serenade me. [taking it] This yours?"
Lindsey: [almost laughing] "No. This is a piece of crap I picked up at a pawn shop. But it plays."
Spike: "Plays what, exactly? I like my music loud and my guitars electric."
Lindsey: "Play whatever you want."
[When he says this, Spike starts strumming the guitar harshly, violently--it's loud and awful. Lindsey quickly puts his hand over the neck in disgust.]
Lindsey: "Maybe I spoke too soon. We're working on fine motor skills, remember? Take it easy."
Spike: "I'm not going to play any of that nancy-boy country-western bullshit if that's what you're suggesting."
Lindsey: [frustrated] "Just play a tune. Any tune."
[Spike just sort of shrugs and looks like he's about to play a chord, but then hands the guitar back to Lindsey.]
Spike: [resigned] "I'll fix the bloody joystick."
Lindsey: [a bit surprised] "You don't know how."
Spike: [dismissive] "Pfft. I can play. Just not, you know, soft-like. And why are you so concerned all of a sudden with my motor skills?"
Lindsey: "Just want to get you back out there. Save some lives--do the hero thing. Whatever works."
Spike: "You get any more visions?" [There's a hint of skepticism in his voice]
Lindsey: "Not yet. But they can come anytime."
Spike: "You gonna faff about here until then? [beat] We're gonna need more beer. A LOT more beer."
Lindsey: "I'll just show you a couple of songs--something to give your hands a good workout. [smirking, he adds] Since you didn't get enough quality time in the shower."
Spike: [Spike's equivalent of an eye roll. Then resigned, shrugging] "Wouldn't mind playin' a bit. But I meant what I said about your bloody cowboy music--I won't have it. No bands with states as their name--or cities."
Lindsey: "Fine."
Spike: "Know any Hendrix?"
Lindsey: "Think we need to start with something a bit simpler. How about some Dylan?"
Spike: [making face] "I don't do folk music."
Lindsey: "From what I gather, you don't actually do any of it. [beat] Tom Petty."
Spike: [thinking for a minute.] "Yeah, alright. Can I smash the guitar afterwards? You know, give me something to look forward to."
Lindsey: "You learn the songs, you can do whatever the hell you want. But I'm pretty sure you'll have some heads to smash before then."
Spike: "Even better."
[They have a few beers while Lindsey teaches Spike the songs. Though they bicker and scowl the whole time, they kinda sorta enjoy it--though neither of them would ever admit it. Eventually Lindsey has a "vision" and they head off to save some damsel in distress. They part ways at the end of the night.]
**
A few days later, Lindsey shows up at the apartment again.
Lindsey: [surprised] "You got a new bed."
Spike: "Best not to confuse me with the previous holder of this job. [explaining] I'm not the sort to sit around and mope the afternoons away. [Glance at the bed--it's a queen] Don't know about you, but I need some room to maneuver when I'm entertaining."
Lindsey: [almost under his breath] "I'll bet you do. [louder] But let's not forget why you're here. Best to keep the distractions to a minimum."
Spike: "Don't worry, Tonto. I'll keep my eye on the prize."
Lindsey: "That's reassuring. It is. Still, you've got a bit of a history in that regard."
Spike: [mildly annoyed] "For a side-kick, you sure like to put your nose in it."
Lindsey: [knee-jerk reaction] "I'm not a side-kick."
Spike: "Oh really? 'Cause I was under the impression I was doing all the fighting. Least that's what my aching head tells me. And the 'hero' line you've been feeding me since day 1? That'll go to a bloke's head."
Lindsey: "Fine. You're the hero--doesn't make me a side-kick."
Spike: "Beg to differ, friend. Think that's the definition of a side-kick."
Lindsey: "Whatever. We going out?"
Spike: "You tell me, vision boy. I'm quite happy to stay in and practice my Tom Petty." [Indicating the guitar on the couch]
Lindsey: "We're going out."
Spike: [smiling] "For what it's worth, you're much less annoying than most of the side-kicks I've had the displeasure of knowing."
Lindsey: "Well good on me." [Desperately trying to reel in the sarcasm.]
Spike: "Shouldn't you be more respectful or something? Maybe kiss my ass on occasion?"
Lindsey: "I'm not that kind of side-kick."
**
Scene: On a street outside an apartment building. Lindsey steps out of the front door and starts walking down the street. When he steps by an alleyway, there's a voice from the side.
Spike: "So is it boys you like, or children in general?"
Lindsey: [Stopping and turning towards the voice. He's surprised and a touch flustered, but hides it well.] "Spike. What are you doing here?"
Spike: "Just keeping an eye. Learned the hard way that your co-workers can be up to the naughties if you turn your head for too long."
Lindsey: "You're following me now?"
Spike: "Don't look so surprised, pet. It's obvious we don't trust each other as far as, well, you could throw me."
Lindsey: "I trust you."
Spike: [deeply skeptical] "Right. If that's true, it's only because you're the one hiding something."
Lindsey: "It's true because the Powers told me to trust you--I'm just following their lead."
Spike: "Oh, sorry, You're just the pawn here. I remember now.
Lindsey: "Something like that."
Spike: "So which is it then?"
Lindsey: "What?"
Spike: "Boys or children?"
Lindsey: [honestly confused] "Could you cut the crap just this once? I've got things to do."
Spike: "You don't fuck someone like Eve if you like women--girl's got the figure of a 12 year old boy. So I figure you either like 'em twelve or...." [He just smirks]
Lindsey: "It's none of your goddamn business who I fuck."
Spike: "Don't worry, Doyle. I couldn't give a rat's ass whether you're a poof or a pedophile. I'm just trying to figure out your particular point of view is all."
Lindsey: "Maybe she's just a really good lay."
Spike: "Ah, a demon in the bedroom is she? Or just a demon, full stop. That would be interesting, wouldn't it?"
Lindsey: "I wouldn't know."
Spike: "More likely, she's your in with Wolfram and Hart. You looking to join or thrown down?"
Lindsey: "Is that who she works for? Huh. We don't talk much."
[Spike gets in his face.]
Spike: "Listen, Jimmie, I'm not a bloody idiot. Not like the last one, remember? I think it's about time you tell me what's going on."
[They stand there for a minute--frozen, looking straight at each other, eye to eye.]
Lindsey: [mock serious--sarcastic] "What can I say, she's the love of my life--the center of my fuckin' universe. [Smirk and an acknowledging eye-roll from Spike] What? So maybe I got something going on with W&H. They're still evil, right? Evil enough."
Spike: "Enough to piss off the other senior partners? The ones sending you the visions."
Lindsey: "Maybe."
Spike: "So why haven't you mentioned it?"
Lindsey: "Timing. It's all about timing. Besides, they thought maybe you'd have reservations about taking on your old friend."
Spike: "Friend? Don't know who you've been getting your intel from, mate, but Angel and I are anything but friends."
Lindsey: "That's good to know."
[Spike steps back.]
Spike: "Unfortunately, a pesky, whiney little blonde voice inside my head keeps me from dusting him outright."
Lindsey: "Killing isn't the primary objective."
Spike: "You going to let me in on your little plan?"
Lindsey: "Soon. Not now. We need to get a few more things in line first." [Of course, this is all bullshit, but it's as good a lie as any for Spike to believe.]
Spike: "Right. [beat] So you're sleeping with that bird to get inside information? Didn't think the good guys did stuff like that. That's bloody brilliant."
Lindsey: "Maybe you're playing for the right team after all."
Spike: "This hero business is getting more interesting every day."
**
[Lindsey and Spike work together for a few more nights--things seem to be normal. There's a definite energy between them, though neither of them would admit as much. They still play it as if it's all part of the job.
A few days later, Lindsey calls Spike at home and gives him an address--the usual rescue-type mission. Spike arrives, takes care of business. When it's over, Lindsey pops out of the shadows.]
Lindsey: "Nice work. Guess I underestimated their numbers. [beat] Oops."
Spike: [mildly annoyed--he's a bit beat up.]"Yeah, well, next time you might want to grab a weapon and help out a bit instead of sitting on your ass, watching me struggle."
Lindsey: "You handled yourself well. A little struggle never hurt anybody."
Spike: "Yeah, tell that to the gaping hole in my shoulder. I thought side-kicks were supposed to jump in when things get rough."
Lindsey: [smirking] "Thought we'd covered this..."
Spike: "Yeah, yeah, I get it--you're not that kind of sidekick. Bloody useless if you ask me."
Lindsey: "Hey, something happens to me, you're cut off. These pain-in-my-ass visions are what's keeping you in business. Don't forget that."
Spike: [skeptically] "Yeah, right. The visions. [beat] Still think you coulda lifted a finger back there without risking your precious noggin'--I've got a feeling you'd do alright in a fight. No doubt a bloke like you has seen a few."
Lindsey: "I can hold my own. But, uh, I tend to pick my battles carefully."
Spike: "Is that so? So what does a guy have to do to warrant your divine intervention?"
Lindsey: "Lose. Trust me--if I thought you were in serious trouble, I'd have been there, feet first."
Spike: "Whatever. You got a first-aid kit stashed somewhere?--could use a bit of help patching myself up. [beat] Got some beers back at the flat..." [He's not that badly hurt--you get the feeling he's looking for a bit of company.]
Lindsey: "My truck's out front."
[Flash forward -they're in the truck, heading to Spike's apartment.]
Spike: "Think that pipe he stuck through my shoulder was rusty--there's all these orange flakes stuck in--itches like mad."
Lindsey: "Do you ever stop whining? Seriously. Not exactly champion behavior."
Spike: "First, never use that word around me. It's bloody idiotic and useless. Second, I didn't exactly choose this life. Ok, well, I guess I did...sort of...but it didn't quite work out the way I thought."
Lindsey: "How's that?"
Spike: "Long story. Let's just say you'd be pissy too if you'd lost what I'd lost." [He wonders why the hell he just said that.]
[Lindsey doesn't say anything. He can tell there is a lot of pain there, so he lets it drop.]
[Flash forward--they're in the apartment. Spike is shirtless and has a bandage wrapped around his shoulder. Lindsey had planned on leaving right away, but instead finds himself grabbing a beer out of the fridge. Truth is, he's a bit fascinated by Spike. From the time he'd first conceived of this plan, he'd mentally prepared himself for the unpalatable idea of having to work with someone like Angel, i.e., self-righteous vampire bastard. Sure, he'd read the files--he knew that Angelus and Spike were about as different as two vamps could be. Both historic in their own right, but with completely different approaches to evil. Still, he'd expected some sort of convergence as a result of the ensoulment. But unlike Angelus, Spike didn't seem to have changed all that much. There's a lot more going on under the surface than he'd imagined--not that they'd had any heart-to-hearts or anything, but certain things you can just feel. It made him wonder about Darla. It made him want to know more. Whatever. He wasn't in a hurry to leave. So he stayed for a beer. And then another. They didn't talk much--the TV was on. Finally, Lindsey gets up to go. He puts his empty bottle next to the others on the sink. Spike sits on the couch, pretending not to notice or care. As Lindsey puts his hand on the doorknob to leave, Spike says, casually...
Spike: "Give Eve a big sloppy kiss for me. Incidentally, whose name does she call out when she's about ready to pop? Doyle or Lindsey? Or is she the sort to yell to the man above?"
Lindsey: [turning back, obviously caught off guard] "What?"
Spike: "Funny, I can't seem to remember what she was yelling when she was fucking Angel--must've wiped that nasty little memory clean from my mind."
[Lindsey is evaluating the situation--he glances at the crossbow tucked in the corner about two feet away.]
Lindsey: [casually] "Yeah, she told me about that little mystical lapse in judgment. Funny, I can't seem to care."
Spike: [pushing him a bit more] "Well, it was just the one bird, right? Or maybe..." [He knows Lindsey had a thing for Darla]
Lindsey: "Guess that makes us even."
[And with that, he lunges for the crossbow, but before he even gets close, Spike has lunged from the sofa and pinned him against the wall by the door face first. Spike has hold of his arms with his own, pinning them to the wall on either side of his Lindsey's face. His body is pressed close, mashing Lindsey's body against the wall.]
Spike: "eh eh eh. Not a good idea, mate. Answer the question."
[He's speaking directly into Lindsey's ear. Lindsey struggles and Spike presses his body harder against the wall and re-enforces his grip on his Lindsey's arms. Lindsey looks like he's in a lot of pain.]
Lindsey: "So I lied about my name. Big fucking deal. Doesn't change the fact that I was sent to help you--that I'm the one with the visions."
Spike: "Yeah, about that. Honestly mate, I've seen better acting on the football pitch. You're getting your information from somewhere, but it sure as hell isn't zapped into your head like you claim."
Lindsey: "You don't know what you're talking about."
Spike: "Come on--a bit of honesty for once. I know things."
Lindsey: "What is it you think you know?"
Spike: "I know you were a big player for Wolfram and Hart a few years back. Tossed it up a bit with Angel and his crew."
Lindsey: "Did Angel tell you that?" [He's trying to figure out how much Spike has told Angel--if Angel knows Lindsey is in town, the jig is definitely up.]
Spike: "Don't worry, mate, I'm not going to go squealing off to Mr. Champion himself."
Lindsey: "But how did you...?"
Spike: "A happy coincidence. I was at Wolfram and Hart last night, having a few words with Mr. Righteous about that demon nest we took out the other day. Happened across some files that Fred must've pulled out back when she was doing her best to de-ghost me. One of them told the story of how Wolfram and Hart brought Darla back from the dead a few years back. And what do you know, but I find the person in charge of it all is a bloke named Lindsey MacDonald--poor lad got his hand cut off in the process. That rung a bell, so I dug up a picture and profile. And here we are."
Lindsey: "So why did you play along tonight?"
Spike: "Here's the thing. I know you've got a history with Angel--I'm right there with you. I also know you voluntarily left Wolfram and Hart--one of the only people, in fact, who has lived to tell the tale. The way I figure it, as much as I hate being played, I don't see that anything bad's come of it so far. Maybe you want to bring down Wolfram and Hart. Maybe you can't stomach the idea of being on the same side as Angel--I know I barely can. Better off on our own. Maybe you know Angel would never believe that you're the sort to actually do anything worthwhile. Or maybe you're just a selfish bastard after some pot of gold that I'm not seeing here. The thing is, I don't see how this has to change anything. I've never actually trusted you much--I second guess every job you send me on anyway. You might not get visions, but you've got a good beat on what's going on in this town. Think maybe we've got a bit in common."
Lindsey: "What are you saying?"
[At this point, Lindsey has stopped struggling, but Spike is still pressed up against him like before.]
Spike: "That this is negotiable. [beat] You gonna behave if I let go?"
Lindsey: "I'll listen."
[Spike takes a half step back and lets go so that Lindsey can turn around to face him. He keeps his hands on the wall, on either side of Lindsey's head, still somewhat blocking him in. They're faces are about 3 inches apart.]
Spike: [somewhat menacing] "I'm not suggesting forgive and forget here. What I've learned in the last 24 hours has made you a thousand times more interesting and more dangerous."
Lindsey: "Don't expect me to pour my heart out any time soon. You may have seen the paperwork, but don't fool yourself into thinking you know the first thing about me."
Spike: "I think you're right. All the more reason to keep up the charade."
Lindsey: "Kind of a 'friends close, enemies closer' kind of thing?"
Spike: "Something like that."
Lindsey: "And what, exactly is my motivation for playing along?"
Spike: "Let's review your options. You either get rid of me because I know too much, which I guarantee will be more difficult that you can imagine--I've got references to back that up, by the way; or you let me play your little game for a while until you decide whether to let me in on your little plan. You must've gone to some trouble to bring me back--not an easy task, from what I hear--probably involved some sacrifices or calling in some very big favors--so I doubt you're in a hurry for that all to be for nothing."
Lindsey: "I don't have LITTLE plans."
Spike: "That doesn't surprise me."
Lindsey: "How do I know you won't bring Angel and company in on our little secret the minute I walk out that door?"
Spike: "I don't do corporate good anymore than I did corporate evil. If you did your homework, you'd know that about me."
Lindsey: [small smile] "You caused a bit of a ripple, shall we say, when you dusted the Annointed One a few years back. Nobody at 'evil incorporated' knew what the hell to think."
Spike: [smirking back] "So do we have a deal?"
Lindsey: [clarifying] "Don't ask, don't tell?"
Spike: "Something like that."
Lindsey: [still skeptical] "I'll give it a try."
[They stand there for a moment, both looking at each other as if temporarily transfixed. Neither of them moves. Suddenly, a look of pain crosses Lindsey's face.]
Lindsey: "Ouch. Dammit." [He brings his right hand up--it's cramping/twitching and he stares at it as if to get it under control.]
[Curious, Spike grabs it by the wrist, brings it closer to his face and looks at it. After about a second, it turns and grabs onto Spikes arm--he looks up, surprised, and is sharply pulled toward Lindsey--almost as if Lindsey was about to yank him forward into a head-butt, but instead of clashing foreheads, he pulls him into a kiss. Spike pulls back slightly after a second, looking a bit shocked, but then Lindsey's hand moves behind his neck and pulls him back in--this time it's a real, full mouth kiss and lasts for a good few seconds before Lindsey's hand suddenly releases Spike's head and they break apart. This time, Spike is sort of grinning and Lindsey is the one who looks somewhat mortified/confused.]
Spike: [with a bemused smirk] "That was definitely NOT in the profile."
Lindsey: [borderline angry] "That didn't just happen."
[A whimsical look crosses Spike's face.]
Spike: "Then this didn't happen either."
[He steps forward to kiss Lindsey, pushing him back against the wall. Lindsey angrily returns the kiss, frowning, wide-eyed, annoyed to be wanting it. They're exactly the same height; their bodies lined up perfectly, shoulder to shoulder, hips to hips. Neither one moves a hand to touch the other--Spike's hands are resting palm down against the wall on either side of Lindsey's head; Lindsey keeps his arms to his sides. It's as if taking hold of Spike's body would be an admission of desire--an admission of participation. Even though every other part of them is pressed together and their tongues and lips and teeth are engaged in ravenous activity, the hands are what would make it real; what would make it unacceptable. So they stay limp. For a while. Eventually, he lifts them up--wanting to push Spike away--things are getting too intense. But when his hands touch Spike's chest, he hesitates for a moment, surprised and intrigued by the feel of his cool skin. His resolve returns in a minute and he pushes away, breaking the lip-lock at the same moment. He pushes past Spike's arm and moves towards the door, quickly. Spike turns, crosses his arms and rests his head and shoulder against the wall and looks at Lindsey with a rather ambiguous smirk. Lindsey goes to the door, rushing to open it and leave. Spike doesn't try to stop him. When he gets half-way out the door, he turns back and says with conviction:
Lindsey: "This is really fucked up. This is off-the-scale fucked up."
Spike: [knowing smile] "Sure it is. But....'s not such a bad way to pass the time, is it?"
[Lindsey just looks more confused by this and shakes his head.]
Lindsey: "I'm outta here." [He walks out the door.]
Spike: [calling after him] "Don't forget to give Eve that kiss from me. Nice and sloppy. [The door slams shut. Spike smiles and shakes his head. He walks over to the couch, lights a cigarette, takes a drag, sits down and says to himself.] That was rather unexpected."
**
A few days go by. No contact from Lindsey. Spike keeps his word and doesn't mention anything to Angel about Lindsey being in town. He also keeps his wits about him in case Lindsey changes his mind and decides to try and get rid of him for knowing too much--no attempts on his life detected so far. He goes out on his own, patrolling the streets, dusting your odd vamp here and there. He convinces himself that it's probably just as well that Lindsey got freaked and took off.
Lindsey decides not to tell Eve that Spike knows his real identity. He tries not to think about why he made that decision. Everything would need to change. He also tries not to think about why he went home that night and not only passed on that big sloppy kiss, but fucked her little school-girl-shapeless-body brains out. Yeah.
**
[A few nights later, Spike returns to his flat after patrolling. He looks bored. He pulls out a cigarette and then curses when he finds he's out of matches--hasn't bothered to replace his beloved lighter. How could he? Yeah, didn't need that thought right now--shakes his head.
He takes off his coat, and pours himself a scotch. He sits down and glances over at the guitar on the other side of the couch--he decides to pick it up, but just as he's about to start playing, there's a knock at the door. He looks suspicious--nobody ever comes by and Lindsey doesn't knock, at least not without barging in a split second later. He picks up a knife from the counter as he heads to the door. He opens it, cautiously. It's Lindsey--smelling of alcohol instead of peaches this time. He's a little drunk.]
Lindsey: "Forgot my key."
[Spike opens the door and steps aside to let him pass.]
Spike: "You got any matches?"
Lindsey: "I don't smoke."
Spike: "There's our answer--you must not be evil then."
Lindsey: [no reaction] "But I've got a lighter. [He fishes in his pocket for it.] Take it." [He tosses it to Spike.]
Spike: "Thanks."
[Spike walks over to the fridge and gets a beer--he offers it to Lindsey.]
Lindsey: [seeing the bottle] "I'd rather have a scotch."
[Spike shrugs, puts the bottle back and pours a glass. Lindsey takes it and drinks deeply. Uncharacteristically, he doesn't ever look directly at Spike. A few minutes go by.]
Spike: "So what did little Evie have to say about our situation?"
Lindsey: "Didn't tell her."
Spike: [By his reaction, Spike assumes he's referring to the kiss] "No, I meant our work situation--me knowing who you are and all. I'm right that she's more than just a pawn, eh?"
Lindsey: "Didn't tell her. [beat] And yes."
Spike: [Thinks about this for a moment] "Right. So, uh, what's up? You got a job for me?"
[Lindsey downs the rest of his drink and looks directly at Spike for the first time.]
Lindsey: [low, husky voice] "Just looking to pass some time."
Spike: [intrigued, he cocks his head]"Is that so? [He finishes his drink, sets down the glass and takes a step closer.] People looking to pass the time are usually waiting for something. What are you waiting for, Lindsey?"
Lindsey: "Things I can't have. Things long gone."
Spike: "Things or people?"
Lindsey: "Does it matter?"
Spike: [shrugs] "Maybe we do have a lot in common."
Lindsey: "Maybe. I think we both could use a break from dwelling on what we don't have."
Spike: [low and seductive] "Time's better spent in distraction."
Lindsey: [taking a couple more steps toward Spike, holding up his right hand, smirking.] "See, I've got this evil hand...."
Spike: "I'd noticed. [He takes hold of it and in a rather naughty voice] The thing is, my whole body's evil."
[And with a smirk, he presses Lindsey's hand against his chest and then starts sliding it downward. When he moves it past his belt buckle, Lindsey reflexively pulls his hand away. Spike looks a bit startled/confused.]
S: "I thought..."
[He sees the look on Lindsey's face and stops. Lindsey looks a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable--He doesn't speak. Spike frowns slightly, and says, seriously]
S: "Tell me you've done this before."
[Lindsey looks even more uncomfortable--lots of jaw clenching and weight shifting. Spike shakes his head.]
S: "Ech, really? You're a college boy--isn't that what university is all about--experimentation? Everyone having sex with everyone else to see which you like best?"
Lindsey: [defensive] "I'm from Oklahoma. They drag people behind trucks for experimenting like that. Not an easy image to get past, no matter how far away you manage to get in life."
Spike: [seemingly put off/irritated by Lindsey's lack of experience] "Humans are bloody pathetic when it comes to sex, aren't they--so constrained. Well, I'm not a bloody teacher--Don't expect fucking 101 from me."
Lindsey: [angry] "Fine. This was a mistake. Forget I was ever here..." [He turns to leave.]
[Once Spike realizes he's seriously going to go, he realizes how much he doesn't want him to.]
Spike: "Hey, there's no need to get shirty about it. We can work something out. It's not that hard to grasp, really--pretty much like being with a girl, only light on the foreplay and cuddling and heavy on the other stuff."
[He follows Lindsey to the door and grabs his arm while he says this. Lindsey stops and takes a deep breath as he turns around.]
Lindsey: "I still think this is totally fucked up."
Spike: "So you keep saying. S'what makes it so much fun."
[And with that, they dive together into a kiss. Spike puts his hand behind Lindsey's neck, grabbing hold of his hair and pulling at it as he takes control of the kiss, alternating thrusting his tongue in and out and nibbling at his lips. He leads him towards the wall near the bed. Lindsey's hands are far from idle now--he lets them wander freely down Spike neck and over his chest--when he reaches the base of his t-shirt, he pulls it up and over Spike's head. When they reach the wall, Spike pushes Lindsey hard against it, as he rips the buttons of his shirt off and throws it to the side. Lindsey is surprised by how quickly his body is responding--he really doesn't know what the hell he's doing or even why he's doing it. He'd never even considered he could get so turned on by another man's touch. Already, he can feel the tightness building--the dull ache in his balls--the need for friction. He wonders if Spike is already hard, but is still too inhibited to cop a feel just yet. Spike breaks from Lindsey's lips to nibble his neck--he forces himself to move quickly past the pulsing jugular as he might not be able to stop himself from biting in. He traces Lindsey's many tattoos with his tongue and stops to bite at his erect nipples popping up from his solid pecs. Lindsey lets out a small whimper as Spike almost breaks the skin with an overly rigorous nip. He stands up straight, running his hands down Lindsey's developed abs and then around his waist--he pulls their pelvises together and licks his lips as he grinds the enormous erection in his pants against Lindsey's matching bulge. They both moan in delight. Lindsey runs his hands over Spike's taught, flexed arms, feeling the hard, slender muscles under the cool skin. He leaves Spike's lips to kiss his shoulders and the base of his neck. Spike takes hold of Lindsey's hand and presses it to his own erection--He can't help but grunt his approval when Lindsey pulls his hand up and thrusts it down the top of his pants to feel the taught skin of his cock. "Fuck yeah", Spike hears himself rasp as Lindsey roughly takes hold and squeezes--he'd forgotten that men are so much less timid and gentle than women when it comes to hand jobs. And it feels good. He reaches out and rubs the front of Lindsey's pants, making Lindsey exhale sharply and throw his head back against the wall. With his other hand, Spike pulls at the buttons of his jeans and frees himself into Lindsey's hand. Ok, so maybe he'll be the teacher just this once. He whispers sweetly into Lindsey's ear, "Rub it 'till it's nice and wet at the tip. Yeah, that's it. When it's nice and slippery...uh yeah...geezuz...I'm gonna fuck you." Doesn't take long. It's been such a long time since he's been with a man, he finds himself more quickly aroused at the idea of it than he was expecting. He can tell by the easy movements of Lindsey's fingers that the tip is now nicely coated in pre-cum. He pulls his hands away from Lindsey's pants, which elicits a gruff, plaintive "No" from Lindsey. Ignoring him, Spike rather roughly flips Lindsey around so that he's facing the wall and pulls at the belt and buttons of his trousers--he pushes them down to Lindsey's knees and then does the same with his own. He feels Lindsey tense up. He gently pushes up behind him, his erection nestled under Lindsey's balls, and runs his hands down Lindsey's thickly-muscled back and then around to the front of his chest, stroking his warm skin. He can sense the quickening beats of Lindsey's heart. Spike continues the downward motion of his hands and takes Lindsey's cock in one hand, gently rubbing the tip between his thumb and forefingers. Lindsey moans. Spike whispers in his ear, as he puts them in position, "Just relax. I'll take it slow. Spread your legs a bit. There." He pulls his hand away from Lindsey's erection and rests it on his shoulder--With his other hand, he gently traces down his spine, stopping just short of his ass. He puts his fingers to his mouth, coating them with saliva. He puts one at the puckered entrance and twists it slightly, slowly pushing it inside. At first, Lindsey is so tense, he doesn't think he'll be able to get a second finger in, which doesn't bode well for the ultimate goal. But after some more coaxing and more saliva and a bit more caressing, he relaxes enough for two fingers and soon seems comfortable and even enthusiastic about the thrusting. Spike pulls his fingers out, no longer having the patience to wait, his body desperate for some real friction and thrusting. He spits in his hand, using the saliva to coat the rest of his cock and then gripping it firmly with one hand, starts to ease it in. Lindsey initially tenses at its size. He'd been fingered before by women and so that wasn't such a foreign feeling. But having a dick inside...that's a bit different. That could be painful. And yet he finds himself wanting it--desperately needing to be fucked. Spike gets about half its length in and then stops to gently thrust it in and out a few times, letting Lindsey adjust to the feel of it. God, it feels incredible. Unbelievably tight. He lets the third thrust go a bit deeper and Lindsey inhales sharply at the pain of it, trying hard not to tense too much. Spike rasps, reassuringly "Just a bit more. A bit more and you'll feel it. Uuuhhggh. Yeah. Fuck...you'll feel it." Not wanting to wait, Lindsey pushes off the wall, swallowing Spike's entire length--they both grunt loudly. Spike's through with being gentle--he's in control now and pulls himself almost all the way out and pushes back in with force, delighting in the tight grip Lindsey's ass has on him. Though still bordering on pain, Lindsey is starting to feel twinges of pleasure as Spike's cock pushes past his sweet spot. Spike isn't going to last very long--he feels his hips thrusting faster and faster, almost out of control, the pleasure is so intense. He hasn't come inside someone since he's been corporeal. He's ready. He opens his eyes a minute to take in the sight of the well-defined muscles of Lindsey's back and shoulders--the sexy snake of the tattoos covering his cut arms--he's a beautiful man. He puts both hands on Lindsey's shoulders and pushes in as far as he can, feeling Lindsey's tension pull at the base of his penis. It's too much. He closes his eyes, pulls out enough that his tip is near the entrance (where the grip is tightest) and after a few shallow thrusts, he practically howls as he feels the first spasms of release. "Awww...geez....awww...shit...yeah." He pumps everything he's got....feels like his orgasm goes on for minutes. He stares at the back of Lindsey's neck and thinks how much he's like to drink from him right now. He'd better wait till he asks for it. Yeah, better to wait. He takes a deep unnecessary breath and pulls out.
Spike: "That was fucking fantastic. You alright?" [He reaches around to feel for the status of Lindsey's erection and is pleased to find it hard and dripping.]
Lindsey: [aroused to the point of pain, he needs....] "So what now?"
Spike: [Enjoying the utter desperation in his raspy voice.] "Get on the bed. On your back. [Lindsey takes a quick look around--maybe for tissues] Don't worry about the come. There'll be more in a minute."
[Lindsey flops on the bed, starts to grab hold of his erection because he needs to feel the friction--the tightness is almost unbearable--but Spike bats his hand away.]
Spike: "You were a good sport, pet. I'll take care of that for you."
[He moves in between Lindsey's legs and takes one of his balls in his mouth and slowly suckles it.]
Lindsey: [not wanting to wait, he pleads] "Please."
[Spike smiles. He slowly moves his lips up the length of Lindsey's cock and when he gets to the top, sucks him in deeply. Lindsey groans loudly and involuntarily thrusts his pelvis up, driving himself deeper down Spike's throat. Good thing he doesn't have to breathe. Spike moves his mouth up and down the length of it, using his hand to cover the small bit of flesh he can't fit in. Lindsey is rolling his head in ecstasy as Spike pulls and sucks and nibbles at his cock. He wants to put his hands on Spike's head--in his hair--as it moves up and down, but he feels strangely awkward, so he grips the sheet instead. He begins to pant and sweat as humans do when they're close. His groans turn to whimpers. Spike feels his hardness reach a pinnacle and when he's sure Lindsey's about to come, he pulls his mouth away and pumps him hard with his hand, squeezing along the length until he feels the first wave of contractions hit--he continues to squeeze and pull as Lindsey's come spurts upwards onto his own chest. Damn, that boy shoots a big load. Lindsey lays back and goes completely limp as he comes down off his orgasm. Spike moves to the side and gently spreads the semen evenly over Lindsey's chest with his fingers, tracing the tattoos and the curves of his muscles in an act just short of affection. He feels the beginnings of another erection and decides to stop. Enough for now. He stands up, fastens his pants and goes to light a cigarette.
Spike: "You can use the shower if you like. Don't think you're girlie would be too pleased if you came home covered like that--been my experience that girlies aren't too understanding when it comes to this sort of thing."
Lindsey: [still a bit hazy from the sex] "Yeah. Thanks."
[He staggers up and heads to the bathroom. Flash forward about 15 minutes. Lindsey is getting dressed and hurriedly gathering his things. Spike is leaning against the kitchen counter, still shirtless, smoking a cigarette, watching him. Lindsey has a look about him like he's sobering up--he looks calm, but in an angry sort of way. As he passes Spike on the way to the door he stops to say.]
Lindsey: "I think maybe it's best if we didn't mention this. Ever."
[Yeah, he's freaking out again. Spike can't help but smile, seeing Lindsey desperately trying to regain control of himself and his world.]
Spike: "Whatever you want....lover." [He couldn't resist--it's just too easy. Ah, here comes the jaw clenching. The heavy sigh. Lindsey just shakes his head.]
Lindsey: "Good night." [He walks toward the door.]
Spike: [wanting to say something] "Listen, fucking is fucking. Attraction is attraction. No sense tyin' yourself up in knots about it."
[Lindsey just walks out the door, saying nothing. Spike shakes his head. Good advice, surely. So what's with the knot he's got in his gut right now? Spike finishes his cigarette and quickly lights another. He frowns and shakes his head. It's obvious he's turning things over in his mind. He walks over to the fridge--opens it--then just stands there, staring in. He closes the door without taking anything. He walks over to the couch and flops down. He glances over at the guitar case and frowns again. He rolls his eyes and leans his head against the back of the couch in disgust--"Bugger this. What the hell do I care about it? Just a bit of fun. Bloody soul making me think about everything." He's not entirely sure what he's feeling or why. Just a nagging bit of something. Maybe there was a touch of familiarity in the look on Lindsey's face when he left. Maybe that brought back some memories. Best not to think too hard on it. He shakes it off, gets up and heads straight for the shower.]