RockStarPeach

Title:  That One Time With Lindsey

Rating:  R

Summary:  Examines the one time that Spike and Lindsey were together.

A/N:  Takes place just after Crush, and Dead End.  I played with the time line a little.

Disclaimer:  Not Mine 

That One Time With Lindsey

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Spike Watched with horror as Buffy closed the door in his face. He felt devastated, rejected.  That Bitch!  He had done so much for her and that stupid little gang of Scoobies that he’d much rather have drained and left out to rot if it was all the same, but did she appreciate it?  ‘Course not.  Just ‘cause he was in love with her didn’t mean she had to run like a little virgin, shutting him out of her life.  He honestly helped, not just for his own payment, but also because it was right, it was what she needed. She had to see that.  But of course she didn’t.  He was left to feel like the outcast.  No matter how hard he tried, he’d never be one of them.  Never be what he once had been either with this damned chip.  He was just set to be the Slayer's neutered little lapdog for all time.  Well, bollocks to that.  He was out of there.  Sunnydale, the slayer, the watcher and all their little groupies could kiss his lily white arse.

***

God damned Angel.  Yeah he’s fuckin’ hilarious, Lindsey thought maliciously, not really seeing the humour in Angel's prank.  He’d been pulled over, and had to spend three hours in the Nevada police department trying to convince them that no, he really didn’t think that ‘Cops Suck’, it was just a friend's very distasteful idea of a practical joke.

He finally talked his way out of there and headed east with an even bigger chip on his shoulder than he had when started his journey.  Damn Angel.  Darla, the prophecies, Wolfram and Hart, would everything in his life always revolve around the vampire?  No, he had left that behind him.  He leaned down, turned the radio on, and hit the gas.

***

Spike was an idiot.  Panting after the Slayer, turning down a chance to be with his Dark Goddess.  He had decided to take the Desoto back to New York.  Him and Dru had had some good times there.  If his princess was still in the US she’d probably be there.  If not, well, at least maybe he’d have some laughs.

He had been driving, singing, smoking, cursing, smoking, singing, drinking and driving for the past eight hours.  It would be getting light out soon so Spike figured he ought to stop for the day.  He looked up at the next town sign.  PRICE UTAH.  Good as any place to stay, he figured.  He drove on until he saw a cheapish looking motel up the road and pulled over to rent a room.  Balls!  Renting a room!  What the buggering hell had he become?  Time was he’d just have offed the receptionist and stayed as long as he’d liked.  Now he was confined in his spending habits to how much dosh he had squirreled away from the watcher over the past months.  He figured it was alright this time since the local motor court didn’t seem like he’d be breaking the bank resting his noggin there for a day.

After checking in (northern exposure room, with a long wide awning across the walkway to keep off any direct sunlight) he lay back on his bed and closed his eyes, looking to forget about his pathetic little life and settle in for the day.  Thinking happy thoughts about shaggin’ Dru senseless, and drinking long and deep from the slayer and squirming happily under Angelus, he had almost drifted off.

The shout and thud he heard from the room next door roused him from his almost-slumber.  But not by much.  He really shouldn’t care at all what was happening next door.  If someone was getting raped or mugged or eaten, all the better.   So when Spike got up to see what was happening next door, it was solely to see if anyone had left any spare blood, or any valuables to pilfer.

***

Lindsey woke up as his head bounced off the wall on his way from the bed to the floor of his motel room.  Son of a bitch.  Lindsey slowly came out of the fog as he began to realise his most recent fight with Angel was just a dream.  What the fuck was he going to do?  He had to get that damned vampire out of his head, or every thought, every decision, everything would always revolve around the bastard. 

God, what the hell was wrong with him?  Shaking off his melodramatic thoughts, he got up and poured himself a drink from the minibar.  Sure the motel sucked, but at least it knew its clientele.  Booze and snacks in abundance of you flashed a credit card up front.  He settled back on the couch with his whiskey just as he heard a knock on his door.  

“What?” he shouted in exasperation to whomever was invading on his precious alone time.

“Heard some noise.  Everything okay in there?”  The voice asked.

Rolling his eyes at the do-gooder outside Lindsey replied “Get lost.”

Well, it could just be some bugger irritated at getting his shag interrupted, Spike thought, or it could be something altogether more sinister .  Happy at having given himself a moral leg to stand on (not that he needed it) Spike gave the door knob a hard twist and shove, breaking the lock and swinging the door open.

The sight that greeted him gave him a moments pause.  A devastatingly good looking bloke lay sprawled along the cheap, tattered sofa, alone, glass of crap motel whiskey to his lips.

“What part of ‘Get lost’, sounds like ‘Come on in stud’, to you?” the stranger asked.

“I just, well... just wanted to make sure.  That you were, you know, okay.”  Spike inwardly cringed at the lameness that came out of his mouth at that particular moment.  God, was he some stammering little school girl, all turned to blathers at the sight of a dreamy man?  Bugger that.

“Though now I can see it’s just been you bashin’ yourself around in here. I’ll be off and leave you to.... see to yourself,” Spike finished with a quirk of his lip as he eyed the man from head to toe.

Spike had turned around and was halfway out the door when he heard the other man speak.  “Wait.  Sorry.  You, you want a drink?”

The blond man turned to Lindsey and cocked a scarred eyebrow.

Well, that was lame, Lindsey thought.  Of course he’s got booze in his own room.  Why would he want to stay and drink mine?  He was suddenly eager to spend time with someone, anyone not connected with his old life, and it was kind of clouding his judgement.  Well, that the fact that this guy was smokin’ hot.

“I mean, thanks for, you know, checking on me.  Nightmare, you know?  Stay.  Have a drink.  Keep me company?”  Something about this guy seemed vaguely familiar.  It was his eyes, Lindsey thought, but he couldn’t quite place it.  It was probably just his imagination anyway.

Spike tried not to physically jump at the chance to have some booze he didn’t have to pay for, and to stay and get the chance, if he was reading the man right, to get a decent shag out of the deal.

“You’re buyin’?  I’m in mate.”  The blond said with a genuine grin, and Lindsey, relieved to have some company without an agenda for a while, went to fridge and filled his new friend's glass with the same as he was drinking.

Spike took the drink, and downed it with a flourish.  “So what’s your name pet?” he asked as he sat back on the bed, crossing his ankles at the foot, boots still on.

Lindsey watched the blond swallow his drink and almost reached to grab the cup to fill up another one for him, eager to see that same motion repeated.  And eager to see that same motion in another context.  If he played this right, he was pretty sure that he could swing that tonight.  “Lindsey,” he said, looking up at the other man.  Crap.  Why had he given his real name?  He hadn’t been thinking.  Oh well.  Not like it would make any difference if some random guy knew his name.  A few hours more, tops, and he would never see him again.  No harm, no foul.

“Lindsey, hmmm,” said Spike, adopting a pensive pose, “Yeah, that’s a name.  A girl's name.”  He finished with a slightly disbelieving look.

“It’s my name,” Lindsey shot back, defensively.

“Sure it is cowboy.  How ‘bout another one of these drinkies?”  Spike abruptly changed the subject, waving his empty cup toward the man.

Angrily, Lindsey snatched the cup from the other man and filled it with another small bottle from the fridge.  When he turned back, the blond was making himself incredibly at home.  He was shirtless, sprawled over most of the bed.  He had one leg bent at the knee with his elbow propped up on it, and the other arm was leaning against the headboard, vaguely hugging the empty pillows next to him.

Lindsey half smiled at the man.  “Bit forward, don’t ya think?” he asked, nodding towards the man's naked torso, and suggestive posture.  He assumed his own suggestive stance and sauntered over to hand the newly filled drink off.  He flinched slightly at the chill of the other man's hand when their fingers briefly touched.

Spike grinned up at Lindsey.  “You don’t seem too put off by it, mate.  In fact, you seem downright enthusiastic.  What say we-”

“You’re a vampire.” 

Spike tensed and sat up straighter on the bed, but didn’t get up yet.  “Now, let’s not go calling names here, luv.”  He wondered who this guy was, if he was in any danger.  Just his luck he’d fall in with yet another demon hunter.  Stupid white hats were everywhere.

Lindsey raised his hands in a placating gesture.  “Hey, I wasn’t calling names.”  The last thing he wanted to do was piss this guy off.  He didn’t look like he’d be much in a fight, but vamps could surprise you.  “Just want to be sure what I’m dealing with.  It’s fine, really.  Just don’t try to drain me and I promise I wont stake you.”

Not a white hat after all.  He could work with this.  He was still a bit nervous about being with someone who knew what he was considering he was all but defenceless with this stupid chip in his head.  Course, Lindsey didn’t know about it, so he figured he still had the upper hand.  “You promise you wont try to stake me,” Spike countered with a smirk.  “Really doubt you could take me.  Least, not if I didn’t want to be taken, that is.”  He directed an incredibly unsubtle leer up and down the man landing it directly on his groin.

“Well, let’s find out, shall we?”  Lindsey bent down and took the glass from the blond's hand. This time he was expecting the chill and let his fingers linger, seductively over the delicate ones beneath.  The man seemed more than happy to give up his drink, and as he continued to eye Lindsey appreciatively, he placed the drink on the table next to the bed.  Lindsey sat on the bed next to the man then, and leaned in roughly grabbing the back of his head, intent on planting a biting kiss on his mouth. 

His plans where thwarted when he blinked and found himself flat on his back, the vampire wedged between his legs, his arms pinned down.  He chuckled and said, “You wanted to be on top big guy, all you had to do was say so.”

“No more talking,” Spike mumbled as he ran his tongue up Lindsey's neck, ending with a light nibble on his ear, before moving to bring their lips together in a kiss that was every bit as demanding as the one Lindsey had intended a minute before.

Spike waited for Lindsey to break the kiss, which eventually his need for breath caused him to do.  He bent his head to the man's stomach, just above his pants and kissed and nibbled his way up the smoothed muscled body as he pulled the worn t-shirt up and over Lindsey's head.  The human seemed content to moan and writhe and let Spike take the lead, at least for now, and Spike was equally happy to be the one running the show.  It didn’t take long before he had divested them both of their remaining clothing and he was kneeling on the bed between Lindsey's splayed thighs.

He ran two cool hands from knee to hip before bending to take the hard, straining cock into his throat. 

Lindsey let out a scream as his body arched up from the dingy bed, pushing himself even deeper into the cool wetness surrounding him.  Shit!  That was good.  He forced himself to relax, and reap the benefits of being given head by someone who didn’t need to breath.  The vampire expertly worked him, using lips and tongue and teeth, rolling his balls in the palm of a hand and carefully working one, then two saliva-coated fingers into his back passage. Lindsey was going crazy, being brought to the edge, and back time after time, until he finally thought he wouldn’t be able to handle any more and the blond pulled back.

Spike had really had to work this guy over, get him good and panting for it, so that when he finally pushed inside he’d be too far gone to notice any pain.  No pain for this wanker meant to pain for Spike, and he was more than willing suck a little cock if it meant a blessed pain–free shag with a warm body afterward.  He figured the man was probably good to go by now, so he gently pushed his knees up a bit further, tilting his hips so that he was gloriously on display, waiting for whatever Spike would do to him.  A shiver of power and lust ran through him and he couldn’t wait anymore.  He eased himself forward slowly, carefully guiding his throbbing shaft into the twitching hole that seemed like it was begging to be filled.  Once fully seated he released Lindsey's legs and grabbed a wrist in each hand, holding them firmly to the mattress. 

They began to work against each other, Lindsey thrusting up as Spike thrust down.  Whenever Lindsey would try to take Spike deeper or harder the vampire would back off slightly, keeping things light and gentle.  It was starting to piss Lindsey off.  He probably wasn’t going to be able to get off if this pace kept up, and what the hell was the vampire doing treating him like some precious little virgin anyway?  Eventually, after several frustrating minutes of slow and steady, the pace started to pick up.  The thrusts went deeper, faster, and they began to hit just the right place inside, as his cock was caught between them, rubbing against two rippled sets of abdominal muscles.  This was more like it.

Funny, Lindsey had just realised that he didn’t even know this man's name.  Not like he cared, really, he’d just like to shout out something other than ‘bleached blond sex god!’ when he came.

“What’s... what’s your name?”  He asked breathily between gasps and pants.

“Now’s not a real good time to get all chatty, mate,” Spike said, his pace faltering slightly at the interruption as he continued to work into the other man.  “You’re a lot better looking with your big gob shut.”

“Your name, asshole.”

“Bloody... Spike, alright?  The name's Spike.  Happy?”

Spike began to thrust harder and let go of one of Lindsey's hands to finally grab hold of the his cock with one hand and expertly worked it with pulls and twists of a nimble wrist. Then he changed his angle slightly so that with every push inside he was hitting the sweet spot that turned Lindsey into a stuttering, mindless creature, wanting just that little bit more to send him over the edge.  So really it wasn’t his fault that it took his brain a minute or so to make the connection.

“Fuck,” Lindsey managed to mutter, suddenly remembering where he recognised those eyes from.  The pictures from Wolfram and Harts files were all 50 years old at least, and Spike had obviously changed a lot since then.  Still, how could he have not noticed.  Angel's fucking grandchilde. Seriously, what the fuck did he have to do to get away from the bastard?  He was beginning to think that he was right before.  Would everything in his life always come down somehow to-

“Angel!” he cried out hoarsely and his body gave in and sent out several spurts of cum up onto his own torso, as orgasm rippled through him.

To say that Spike, for his part, was a bit miffed at this latest comment would be a grand understatement.  He wasn’t sure why, but for some reason it pissed him off that this guy knew his Sire, but really that was a drop in the bucket compared to someone calling him by the ponce's name while in the sack.  Outrage radiated through him, but thinking of the chip, he tried to control himself.  He mostly succeeded. 

He let out a low growl, his thrusts becoming just a little more forceful.  It was enough to cause a bit of discomfort, but not enough to cause any lasting damage.  He reached out and pushed Lindsey's face away with the heel of one hand.  He hesitated only a moment before switching to gameface and quickly leaning down to press his mouth to the man's neck.  Hell with it, Spike thought, as he very gently eased his fangs into the sweet, warm neck below him.  He drank just a few long, delicious, draughts and then felt the muscles surrounding his cock twitch and squeeze him again, accompanied by a moan and an almost inaudible “Spike” from his bedmate.

The slight pain the chip had caused him was nothing compared to the ecstasy that followed.  The thick juicy warmth started in his mouth, working its way slowly down his throat, and settled into a nice cozy puddle in his stomach.  At the same time a different but equally satisfying warmth started in his toes and rapidly shot up through his legs, out of his cock, and with a few stilted jerks, settled itself inside of Lindsey, completing the circle. 

Spike collapsed forward, managing to catch himself on his elbows, so he didn’t crush Lindsey beneath him.  He listened to the man's heartbeat slow and breathing return to normal, as he took several unneeded breaths of his own. 

He pushed off the bed, and grabbed up his forgotten drink from the table, shooting it back.  Then he went to get himself another.

Lindsey watched him and slouched back against the pillows.  He brought a hand to his wounded neck pulling away slightly bloodied finger tips, and staring up accusingly at the vampire.

“What?” Spike asked in indignation.  “It’s barely a scratch.  Besides,” he leered, “you liked it.”

“Yeah.  Thanks a lot for that.  Now if you’re done drinking all my booze,” he nodded to the door, “I’m suddenly feeling a bit sleepy.”

“Oh, don’t let me keep you mate.  You go ahead and lay your little head down.  I’ll let myself out when I’m finished.”

Lindsey sighed, fished his pants up from the ground and pulled them back on, then tossed Spike his own jeans.  He went to grab himself another drink as Spike got into his pants while still holding his drink with one hand.  When Lindsey turned back it was to see that the blond had left his button and zipper open, and was flopped down on the couch, letting his legs fall open.

Lindsey lifted his glass to his lips to try to cover up the fact that he was staring at the little thatch of dark hair at the other man's groin.  Of course, Spike noticed anyway.

“’S alright pet.  You’ve already seen it, felt it, up close and personal.  Don’t mind you havin’ a bit of a lookie look,” he teased.

“What are you still doing here?”

What was he still doing there?  He was curious to suss out how this bugger knew Angel, but of course he wasn’t going to ask about that.  ‘So, uh, how do you know my sire, sweet cheeks?’  Yeah, that would make him sound like a right nonce.  He had a feeling he’d rather not know anyway.  He’d just have liked a bit of a heads up if The Great Brooding One would be looking to avenge this one's virtue, or rip Spike a new one for touching what’s his, or some rot.

“Just finishing up my drink mate.  You did offer, remember?  Then I’ll be off.  Unless you fancy another go?”

Lindsey was sorely tempted to say yes.  This guy was seriously getting on his nerves, but the sex really had been fantastic.  And the fact that he was related to Angel, well, he honestly didn’t know if that turned him on or off.  He let his gaze trail over the half naked body in front of him with undisguised desire.

“Love to stud.  Really.  But, I’ve gotta some sleep in before I hit the road.  Long way to go, you know?”

Spike considered the other man and thought maybe he did know.  “No worries mate.  I’m needin’ to catch a few winks myself before I hit the road.”  He stood up, put down his empty glass, and put on his shirt preparing to leave.

The vampire's tone had softened and Lindsey saw an odd vulnerability in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.  He wondered what it was that the vampire could be running from.  Needing just one more touch, he took the three steps necessary to place him directly in front of Spike and gently, sweetly, pressed their lips together. 

Spike responded, but didn’t press for more.  He waited a couple of seconds before the other man slowly eased open his mouth, and a warm tongue danced over cool lips.  He opened his own mouth to accept the questing tongue and responded in kind.  Their mouths danced against each other for several minutes as hands found their way into hair, behind necks, across naked backs, and under shirts.  By the time they finally broke apart panting, a once innocent kiss had turned decidedly more lustful. 

Spike backed away letting his hands fall to his sides, as Lindsey’s followed suit.  “Better get goin’.  Take care mate.”  It seemed a woefully inadequate goodbye, but really, what could he have said?  ‘Thanks for the shag, now piss off’ seemed a bit cold.

“Yeah, you too.”  Lindsey watched the vampire leave and shut the door.  Sighing to himself he crossed to his bed and collapsed on it, exhausted.  Damn, it was going to be a long day.

End