RockStarPeach

Yay, more Wes/Lindsey!  This one is not my usual sort of thing when it comes to Wes and Lindsey, but I wrote it because a certain someone thinks I have issues I need to work through regarding this particular pairing.  Or uh, maybe just Wes in general *g* 

Title:  Better Than Nothing

Pairing:  Wes/Lindsey

Rating:  Adult

Summary:  At the beginning of Redefinition, after Angel has fired the gang, Wes goes to see Lindsey.

And sure, he probably could have just said, ‘Stay’, or told him he could sleep it off on the couch, and he had no doubt the other man would have jumped at the chance to not be alone for a while longer, but he wasn’t thinking straight, and Wesley was hot, and Darla had been mercilessly teasing him and not following through for much too long.

Besides, if Wesley let him get away with more than the kiss, he’d give his other hand to be around to see Angel’s reaction when he found out that his precious, dedicated watcher had let Lindsey McDonald get a little action.  He groaned into the kiss at his thoughts, and even if Wesley wasn’t doing a good enough job on his own making Lindsey want him, thinking about the expression on Angel’s face when he learned about this would have done the trick.

Wesley didn’t respond at first, too stunned to anything but let his mouth drop open in shock, which gave Lindsey a fabulous opportunity to deepen the kiss.  This was wrong.  On so many levels.  Lindsey worked for Wolfram and Hart.  He was evil, and alright, maybe not so much evil as… willing to forget about some moral absolutes in order to get his way, and now that he really thought about it, Lindsey was a lot like Angel in that way… Wait, what was he thinking about?

Right.  This was wrong.  He had a girlfriend.  Finally!  A girlfriend who his father hadn’t picked out and who seemed to really like him and not think him just second class assistant to Father or Rupert or Angel, and he really shouldn’t be kissing someone else.  And Angel, he was certain, would not take kindly to the news of this, should he ever hear it, but he was starting to get a bit miffed with Angel at the moment for his behaviour of late and it would serve the bastard right if he was pissed off about it.

And dear God when Lindsey’s tongue pushed it’s way inside his mouth, and slid across his own passive one, when it licked it’s way across his top teeth and when Lindsey put his hand on his knee to keep him in place and squeezed and moaned into his mouth, Wesley decided it was about time he participated.

He’d always found Lindsey attractive, in that ‘I’m rebelling and anyone my father disapproves of is even more attractive to me’ sort of way, but when he looked at Lindsey as just a person, forgot all about who he was and why they were supposed to hate each other he could see that he was in incredibly handsome man, as long as it was just this one time, as long as nobody found out and they could go back to normal in the morning, he supposed he could do worse.  Much, much worse.

He pushed his previously lax tongue forward to collide with Lindsey’s, both of them shivering moving deeper into the kiss, into bodily contact, with the motion.  God but Lindsey could kiss, and he had only a split second to wonder what else he could do before Lindsey had pulled away from him and Wesley was left panting and wondering if that had been it, if he was expected to leave now.

Wesley wasn’t the best kisser he’d ever locked lips with, but he wasn’t bad.  Everything about him was oddly sweet, and Lindsey was getting off on it even as he tried very hard to treat this like any random one night stand and not something more than that.  But it was more.  They had history, they had future, and there was no getting around that, but it seemed that for tonight none of that mattered.

The tiny shivers down Wesley’s arms and the muted groans from his mouth and the enthusiastic, if tardy, response of his mouth to the kiss Lindsey had taken was working very well to drive Lindsey to actions that he hadn’t even considered a possibility not half an hour ago.

Wesley was delicious – every little thing about him, and especially the way he looked so unsure and out of place when Lindsey abruptly pulled back – and Lindsey wanted to devour him.

Lindsey stood and held out his hand to Wesley.  “Come on,” he said with an encouraging smile and accepted Wesley’s hand in his as he pulled the other man up and stole another quick kiss before turning him in the direction of the bedroom and nudging him forward.

The short walk to the bedroom gave Wesley a chance to think again that his was not the best idea.  Not even close to the best idea and while not quite the worst, it was definitely at the bottom of the list of good ideas.  Yes, he was going to tell Lindsey that.  Tell him they were making a mistake and turn around, walk out the door, and they’d forget this whole night.

He was going to do that, he thought, just as soon as Lindsey removed his tongue from Wesley’s throat and pulled his hand out of Wesley’s pants.

Lindsey could tell that Wesley was having second thoughts about this, and in truth so was Lindsey, but he was horny and shaken from earlier events and he needed some release.  He’d be damned if was going to let Wes get away now that he’d just discovered that he wanted him.

As soon as they reached the bedroom Lindsey pounced, experience telling him the best way to make someone sure about something they were entirely unsure about was to keep them distracted.  If Wesley was under constant assault, constantly being kissed and touched and driven to the edge, he’d have no time to think about how wrong this was and as long as that fact didn’t hit him hard until after they were finished, Lindsey was happy.

He shot one hand to the top of Wesley’s pants and worked it inside, the loose waist helping to ease his way.  He found Wes already hard, which wasn’t exactly a surprise and he wrapped his fingers around the hard column and pumped as best he could in the tight confines of the clothing.

Fuck, but Wes felt incredible like this – all lanky and awkward and not really sure about what to do with himself.  Kissing back like a man possessed and pushing his erection over and over into Lindsey’s fist, and Lindsey was pretty sure that Wesley didn’t even know he was doing it.  And it was so much hotter that way.

Lindsey thought, for one brief moment, that he’d give anything to feel that same motion of Wesley’s hips from behind, when Lindsey was bent over at the waist and getting fug burns on his knees as he felt that soft, thick shaft pounding into him and making him scream, making him beg, but no.  Lindsey needed something else tonight. 

He needed to command, to possess, to take whatever he wanted and make it his.  He needed to release all his fear and frustration and impotent rage on something, someone, and it just so happened that Wesley was the only one around.  Lucky guy.

Lindsey’s kiss became more aggressive, the hand on Wesley’s cock squeezed tighter, pulled faster.  Wesley’s foreskin was pinched almost painfully and teeth clashed against his own, grazed over his tongue, but into his lips, and they didn’t let up until Wesley was groaning and panting and overcome with desire for Lindsey and didn’t give a rat’s arse about whether or not this was a good idea.

Lindsey pulled back and looked at Wesley, both of their eyes glazed over and lips swollen from the rough kisses and he gave Wesley’s erection one final squeeze before he pulled his hand free and commanded, gruffly, “Strip.  Get on the bed.”

Wesley blinked and looked at Lindsey as the man stepped back and started to remove his own clothing, not seeming to concerned whether or not Wesley would do what he was told.  And of course Wesley did, because he had never been kissed quite like that before, and if it was that good with their clothes on, Wesley very much wanted to find out what it would be like to experience that sensual, powerful touch, skin on skin.

He stripped off his shirt and tossed it on the floor, not really caring that it might wrinkle and feeling pretty good about it.  His hands went to his pants, to remove them too, but he froze at the sight of Lindsey in front of him, bending over to take his own pants off, and Wesley was transfixed by the way his arse wiggled slightly, the hard globes tensing and relaxing in a seductive pattern as he tried to work the slacks over his feet.

Wesley shook his head and stripped his pants as fast as he could – and it was a good thing he’d been wearing pants that were a size too big, because they came off much easier than Lindsey’s seemed to be doing – and he nearly growled (an odd sound on him) and strode forward, catching Lindsey just as he managed to shed his remaining clothing to the floor.

Lindsey was having a bitch of a time with his pants, and he must have been drunker than he thought, because this didn’t usually take so long.  Fucking finally! he thought, as he worked the last leg over his toes and kicked the offending garments to the side, and the next thing he knew he was blindsided and grabbed by a growling (growling, what the hell?) Wesley and tackled to the bed, both of them falling in a heap to the soft mattress.

“What the…?” Lindsey started, turning his head so that his face was no longer buried in the pillow and tried to push himself up, but the solid heat of Wesley’s body behind him was holding him pretty firmly down.

“God, Lindsey, I want you,” Wesley breathed out, and almost reverently let his hands trail up and down Lindsey’s sides as he ground his crotch against Lindsey’s hip and nuzzled into his neck, planting wet kisses and small, sharp bites on the skin.

He hadn’t actually intended to pounce on Lindsey and throw him to the bed like a teenager suddenly faced with object of his wet dreams, but Lindsey looked so tempting, bent over like that, and he was so very good looking and he was so cool and in control and it was turning Wesley on more than he cared to admit.  And Lindsey seemed to want him, at least right now, and Wesley liked that feeling.

He liked the feeling of Lindsey under him, against him, the naked flesh against his own.  He wanted more, he needed more, desperate for contact and he writhed, mindlessly, not having any particular plan except to keep touching.  Touching was good, even if he knew it was very, very bad.

Lindsey started to laugh at Wesley’s sudden burst of exuberant energy but the sound rapidly turned into a groan as Wesley bit particularly hard on the back of his neck and fingers ghosted over his left nipple.  It felt incredible, but it wasn’t the plan, so he closed his eyes and craned his neck back into Wesley’s mouth and jerked his hips forward to get just a little bit of friction on his aching dick before he pushed up and rolled them over, landing on top of Wesley who was now flat on his back.

“That works out well then,” Lindsey said, sliding his erection against Wesley’s and eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the other man.  “Because you’re gonna get me.”  Oh yeah, Wes was going to get him alright, and Lindsey was happy that he seemed to want it so bad, because the way Lindsey was feeling right then, he didn’t think he’d have the strength to stop this.

Lindsey leaned forward and kissed Wesley, hard and demanding, even more so than the first time, one hand in his well-combed hair wrenching his head back to a probably uncomfortable angle, but Wesley didn’t seem to mind, because he only moaned louder and bucked up against Lindsey, leaving a smear of pre-cum under his belly button.

“Yeah,” Lindsey continued between heaving breaths when he had to stop the kiss for air.  “Yeah, you’re gonna get me.  Hard.  Fast.  Inside you and making you my bitch.  Is that what you want, Wes?”  He honestly didn’t care if that was what Wesley wanted, because that’s what was going to happen.  It would piss Angel the hell off, and it would serve the bastard right.  Everything he’d taken from Lindsey, now Lindsey was going to take something from him.  Hmm.  Maybe he’d look Cordelia up after this.  Angel would love that.

And it certainly didn’t hurt that Wesley looked to god-damned fuckable all naked and spread out and grinding up against him like a bitch in heat.  Yeah, he was begging for it, even if he hadn’t actually begged.

Wesley had no idea what to say.  No, that wasn’t really true, he did know what to say.  But he quickly dismissed the ‘fuck off’, that first sprang into his mind as something that was probably not going to get his immediate needs seen to. 

And the ‘Yes!  Please!  Take me!’ that he had settled on as the best option was having a hard time making it past his lips because the way Lindsey was touching him and talking to him and making him feel so owned, so desired, even if he knew it was just for his body and just for the next little while.

All he could to was dizzily nod his head and reach down between their stomachs to wrap his overheated fingers around Lindsey’s hardness.  The feeling of something hot and long and solid (that wasn’t his own) in his fist after so many years was good and welcome.  He pumped a few times, sliding his thumb over the head and clenching his fingers tighter and shivered when Lindsey cried out, as if the other man’s pleasure was getting him off, too.

The cock felt good in his hand, but it would better inside him and he managed to focus his lust-addled brain just enough to look up into Lindsey’s eyes and say, “please,” in a desperate whisper.

Wesley’s fingers playing over him, spreading the wetness around and squeezing him almost the point of pain was an amazing thing.  He was sure that he was making some less than manly sounds and he knew he was pushing himself into Wesley’s tight fist with tiny little jerks that would get him off soon if he wasn’t careful.

He very nearly lost it when Wesley looked up at him and begged so prettily for his cock, and the fact that it was so subtle, so honest and nothing about it was exaggerated for the purposes of turning Lindsey on, only turned him on more.  Wesley truly wanted him, enough to ask nicely and not be his stuffy, pompous self, and Lindsey couldn’t wait any longer.

With a frustrated growl he pulled back, batting Wesley’s hand out of the way and crawled over the dazed looking man to grab a condom from the table by his bed.  He didn’t have any lube, but the condoms were lubricated, and by the looks of Wesley a little pain would probably be a good thing to get some brain function back.  Lindsey knew Wes was drunk and he knew he was good, but fuck, the guy was acting like he hadn’t gotten any in years!

He crawled back between Wesley’s legs and slipped in the rubber and smiled cockily when Wesley pulled his legs apart, hooking his knees over his elbows and canting his hips forward in invitation.  Lindsey didn’t mind if he hurt Wes, but he didn’t want to hurt him that much, so with one hand he rubbed back and forth a few times over Wesley’s ass and then gently pushed in a couple of fingers that he’d licked to coat with saliva, moving them around a bit to give him at least some preparation.

Not too much though, because Lindsey couldn’t wait, and after only a few seconds he pulled his hand back, took himself in hand and placed his cock at Wesley’s entrance.  He looked down, seeing nothing but a pleading look to continue on Wesley’s face, and he pushed forward, slowly, in one long stroke, stopping only when he was fully embedded.

Lindsey’s fingers had felt a little bit uncomfortable, a little bit tight, but still good and Wesley still wanted more.  He was about to say so, to tell Lindsey to get on with it – as soon as he figured out how to talk past the need to get fucked – but luckily he didn’t have to.  Lindsey was apparently just as eager to get on with things as Wesley was, because he didn’t waste very much time with preliminaries before he was shoving himself inside.

It fucking hurt.  Wesley cursed and cried out and instinctually tried to throw Lindsey off of him, to get him out and stop the intense burning and feeling of being ripped apart, but Lindsey didn’t go anywhere, in fact only pulled back a touch and pounded in even harder, and Wesley cried out again but Lindsey stilled to give him some time to adjust and Wesley tried to relax.

He’d done this before… once.  But still, it wasn’t really new, and he knew it would get better if allowed it to be, so he remained passive, tried to breathe through the pain and tried to remember what this was like when it got going and just exactly how much he’d wanted it a few seconds ago.

Lindsey knew he’d hurt Wesley, and the screaming and bucking had only made him hotter, and he forced Wesley down, pushed his cock inside again, hard, as a warning for the man to stay still, because it was way too late for Wesley to change his mind.  Lindsey was going to get what he wanted, and the sooner Wesley let himself go, surrendered to Lindsey and the pleasure they both knew he could give, the better it was going to be.  For Wesley.  Lindsey would be just as happy to fuck him into the mattress as Wesley cried and bled and wanted him to stop.

But he wouldn’t have.  Damn conscience again.  It was a fantasy that had always kind of gotten him off, no matter what side of the fucking he was on, but not something he’d ever actually do to someone, not someone who didn’t want it, and he was pretty sure that Wesley didn’t.  Not yet anyway.  Give him a couple more years of Angel treating him like shit and getting kicked in the ass by the world and he might be fucked up enough to give it a try.

Once Wesley had stilled and his breathing had evened out Lindsey started to move again.  Short and slow, little thrusts inside to get him used to the movement and Wesley was grateful for that.  His dick wasn’t so grateful anymore, lying limp across his belly, but it started to twitch in interest again when Lindsey bent forward and kissed him again, tongue lapping over his lips gently and coaxing Wesley’s out to play as the cock in his arse started to pick up the pace, nudge his prostate and send tiny little shivers of excitement through his groin.

It was hurting less than it had a first, but it was still hurting and Wesley found that he didn’t really mind the lazy ache so much now that the initial feeling of white-hot agony was over with.  It was actually sort of phenomenal, the slight throbbing balancing out the sharp bursts of arousal each time Lindsey did something particularly exciting to his ear or neck or insides.

It wasn’t long before Wesley was thrusting back against Lindsey, trying to get him even deeper inside him and he released his own legs to wrap them around Lindsey’s waist, heels digging in to his backside and urging him on.  He hands went to the back of Lindsey’s head, directing the kisses where he wanted them, lips, neck, chest, and Lindsey didn’t seem to mind, lapping up every inch of skin that he could.

This.  This was what Wesley had remembered from that time he’d snuck off a classmate at a watcher retreat several years ago and let the other man take him on a ratty towel in the woods.  This was heaven.  This was what made him forget himself and get lost in the pleasure and this was exactly what he needed tonight.  Wesley wasn’t even too worried that it was Lindsey doing this for him, giving this to him and he was definitely not disappointed that it wasn’t Angel, that it would probably never be Angel.

Oh, fuck when Wesley tilted his hips up to meet his thrusts and fluttered his eyelashes in that beautiful way that signalled the pleasure had overtaken him, that Lindsey had, and made those delicious little mewling sounds that he hadn’t heard anyone make in much too long, it was too much.

Lindsey attacked Wesley’s mouth again, cutting the other man’s lips with his teeth as he bit and forced his tongue inside.  His fingers tightened in Wesley’s hair again, pulling and tensing and forcing him to hold still as he picked up the pace of his fucking, chasing an orgasm that wasn’t far off.

Somewhere in his sex addled brain Lindsey remembered that he should probably help Wesley out a bit, even if there was a part of him that would come even harder knowing that Wesley wasn’t, and he changed the angle of his thrusts slightly to put some space between them and was able to take Wesley’s renewed erection in his hand, and he began to pump it, rapidly and erratically in rhythm with his own thrusts.

Wesley gave a small shout of pleasure and froze for a moment before jerking forward again and again, wanting all the stimulation on his cock and in his ass that he could get.  Yeah, it really was better when they both had fun, and Wesley was so damn cute!

When a strong set of fingers wrapped around him Wesley nearly shot his load.  He managed to hold on, but not for long, and had a feeling that Lindsey didn’t want him to, because the touches in no way let up, in fact he was pretty sure they intensified, and it looked like Lindsey wanted Wesley to hurry the hell up, because Wesley could tell that Lindsey was close.

Wesley didn’t disappoint.  It wasn’t a minute later and he threw his head back, silent scream stuck in his throat as his balls drew up and he came hard over Lindsey’s hand, thick white strands dribbling down onto his own stomach and pubic hair.

Lindsey wasn’t far behind, having been holding back, waiting Wesley, and when he felt the other man tense around him, muscles gripping him in a punishing embrace, he lost it.  He followed Wesley over the edge, emptying himself inside the other man and fell forward with a shout and a grunt, letting Wesley support his weight.  He couldn’t have held himself at that moment to save his life.

A few minutes passed and finally Lindsey had recovered enough to roll off Wesley, and he propped his tired body down on the bed next to him.  That had been… fucking incredible, and he kind of hoped that they might have a repeat performance, though he wasn’t counting on it. 

Wesley sat up once he was free to do so, and threw his legs over the side of the bed, wincing slightly at the way it hurt, and probably would for a couple of days.  Oh well, it had been worth it.  Very worth it.  But he had no doubt that he would have regained his senses in the not too distant future and he would very much come to regret what had happened tonight, and he wanted to be very far away from Lindsey when his ability to think clearly returned.

“You can stay you know,” Lindsey said when Wesley stood, looking for his pants.  “It’s late, and you're still drunk.”

“Thanks,” Wesley answered, truly appreciative of the gesture, but not in any way willing to accept it.  “I’ll take a cab.”

Lindsey shrugged and got out of bed, tossing on a pair of sweat pants that had been on the floor by the bed and watched as Wesley made his way into his own clothing, movements made awkward by the soreness in his body from the good reaming Lindsey had given him.  Lindsey smiled.

He walked Wesley to the door and when the man turned back to him, seemingly searching for something to say that would be acceptably polite and also sum up his feelings about the evening, Lindsey spoke first.

“I was serious before,” he said as Wesley opened the door, and stopped just before he could step out into the hall.  “Leave Darla alone.”

Wesley sighed and closed his eyes briefly, not willing to admit that he understood how Lindsey felt.  He’d order Lindsey away from Angel if he thought he stood a chance in hell of the lawyer actually listening to him.

“She’s bad news, Lindsey,” Wesley told him, surprised to find himself actually concerned with how it would turn out for the man personally, and not just the world in general.

Lindsey smiled and bowed his head, his face a picture of self-deprecation, and he looked up at Wesley from under his very pretty lashes.  “I know,” he told him, and he really, really did, but that wasn’t going to stop him from pursuing her.

Wesley smiled back and shook his head in a gesture of pity and understanding before be left the apartment and closed the door behind him.  Perhaps he and Lindsey McDonald had more in common than he thought, but he desperately hoped that wasn’t the case.

END