RockStarPeach

Title: Fast Times at Sunnydale High

Pairings/Characters: Lots. Mainly Wes/Lindsey, Lindsey/Fred, Wes/Connor, Spike/Fred, Spike/Faith

Rating: Adult eventually, for language, sex, underage drinking and drugs

Summary: Wesley is a high school dork who has a crush on Lindsey, a cool kid with a girlfriend.

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Chapter 14

“Oh, Lindsey,” Wesley moaned, voice partially muffled by the pillow that he currently had his face buried in. “Fuck, Yes! Oh, God, don’t stop.”

“No chance of that happenin’ babe,” Lindsey said, his voice ragged and breathy, as he gripped Wesley’s hip tighter in one hand and sped up both his thrusting and the motion of his hand on Wesley’s dick. “Least not for another thirty seconds,” he added with a snicker.

It was Thursday night, three days since Wesley and Lindsey had first had sex, and before tonight, they hadn’t even spoken to each other since it happened. It wasn’t as if they were avoiding each other, exactly, but they had both been feeling a little bit unsure of the other’s reactions, stupid as they both knew it was, and neither wanted to be the first one to say something.

But then Thursday evening rolled around, and the second Wesley knocked on Lindsey’s door he was kissed, soundly and dragged upstairs so Lindsey’s bedroom, all hesitation on either of their parts a thing of the past as Lindsey threw him down on the bed and jumped on him.

They had taken some time to explore each other’s bodies as they’d quickly divested the other of their clothing, and Lindsey had only been able to give Wesley about thirty seconds of playing with his cock after he’d pulled it out of his briefs before he couldn’t take it anymore and had torn the stupid things off, along with Wesley’s boxers and taken him.

“Fuck, Lindsey, I’m so close,” Wesley panted, trying to move his hips so that Lindsey would brush over his sweet spot and send him over the edge. Lindsey held him still though, easily, with one strong arm, and damn if that didn’t push him that much closer. It was alright. He’d just have to teach Lindsey about that another time.

“That’s it. So hot. Fuck, Wes, I love your sweet ass.” Lindsey bucked forward, hard, and cried out, stilling his movements for a second before starting to pump again, short little thrusts as he came and his hand moved erratically on Wesley’s erection. “Come for me, Wes. God, Yes!”

And Wesley did, jerking and spasming around Lindsey and covering his lover’s hand with warm spend. Lindsey pulled out and they both fell to the bed, breathing hard, and trading sloppy kisses as they slowly recovered.

“So,” Lindsey said, as they both stared up at the ceiling. It was sort of plain, even as ceilings went, and Lindsey was struck with the odd thought that he wanted to decorate it somehow. Maybe some paint or some sort of funky tiling. “Wanna catch a movie tomorrow?”

Wesley turned his head to look at him and smiled. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Well,” Lindsey answered, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn’t care either way, then continued, in a teasing tone. “Seeing as how I’ve tapped your ass, twice, I think it’s only proper.”

Wesley playfully smacked him on the chest as his mouth opened in false shock. “Oh, now you think about propriety. After you’ve forced me down on your bed and fucked me so hard I’m going to have trouble walking tomorrow? Typical.”

“Sorry, baby,” Lindsey said contritely, running his hand gently over Wesley’s side and ass. “Did I hurt you?” He hadn’t meant to be so rough, but Wesley was much too temping for him to take his time, and he hadn’t seemed to mind.

“No, no. I’m fine. I will be a bit sore tomorrow, but it’ll be nice. Trust me.” He mirrored the motion of Lindsey’s hand, stopping when his own was resting over Lindsey’s tail bone, and allowing his fingers to dip very lightly in the crack of his arse. “And when is it, my sweet,” he asked, batting his eyelashes, “that I get to tap your arse?”

Lindsey grinned and kissed him. “When you take me out on a date.”

“What?” Wesley spluttered. “I didn’t make you take me out first! That was your idea!”

“Yeah, well.” Lindsey pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, getting out of bed to find his clothes. He kissed Wesley again, quickly, and stood to dress. “I’m not easy like you,” he said with a grin, and ducked out of the way before Wesley could hit him in the ass with his belt.

***

Friday night, Lindsey showed up at Wesley’s house in his truck, wearing his nicest pair of dark blue jeans and a burgundy button-down shirt. He wasn’t dressed up, per se, but he did look good, and he should, he thought, because even though they’d been seeing each other for months, and they’d had sex, twice, and Lindsey had already called Wesley his boyfriend, this was their first official date.

He twirled a single red tulip between the fingers on one hand and rang the bell, waiting for Wesley to answer. When the door was opened, it wasn’t exactly what Lindsey had been expecting.

A man stood before him, with slightly greying hair and wrinkles around his eyes, and he didn’t look impressed. He stared at Lindsey with an appraising eye, arms crossed over his chest and when he didn’t say anything Lindsey decided to speak first and cleared his throat.

“Hi, I’m...”

“Lindsey,” the man, who must have been Wesley’s father, said, in a sharp British accent. And it didn’t sound like he was too happy about that. “Yes, my son has told me about you. You might as well come in.”

Lindsey frowned, but did as the man suggested. He wondered what he could have done that would turn Wesley’s father off him before they’d even met. It might just be that he was a boy, but Wesley had been out for so long, and had dated other guys before, so surely his dad must have known about it.

Lindsey hadn’t even thought about telling his parents yet. He’d have to, he knew, and soon, but he wasn’t all that worried about it. His father was so busy with work that he probably wouldn’t have time to care, and Missy would probably think it was cute.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce,” Lindsey said, trying to make the best of this encounter and holding out his free hand.

Wesley’s father looked at him for a moment but accepted the handshake, giving Lindsey’s hand a quick, half-hearted, pump before dropping it. “Yes, I’m sure.” He walked over to the bottom of the stairs then, shouting up to his son, “Wesley! Your date is here!”

He turned back to Lindsey and gestured to the empty living room. “Have a seat while you wait, if you must. I’ll be in my study.” And he took off down the hall, leaving Lindsey standing in the entrance way.

There was no way Lindsey was having a seat, not without Wesley around, and he shuffled his feet on the pine planks of flooring for at least a minute that felt more like ten of them until Wesley came downstairs.

“Man, what’s up with your dad?” was the first thing he said when Wesley stood in front of him, and then, “Oh, right, this is for you,” and he blushed, handing Wesley the flower.

“Errr, thank you,” Wesley said taking the flower and looking at it as if it was something he couldn’t quite figure out. “This is... completely unnecessary.”

“I thought you’d like it,” Lindsey said, under his breath. Everyone else he’d ever dated had appreciated things like that, and he’d been trying to do something nice. The least Wesley could do was pretend to be happy about it. Though now that he thought about it, he felt kind of stupid. Wesley wasn’t a girl, and he shouldn’t be treating him like one, but this was all still feeling sort of new.

“I... I do,” Wesley said, shaking his head and smiling. “I’m sorry, it’s lovely. It’s just that nobody has ever given me a flower before, and I... Well, it just surprised me. Thank you.” He made a show of smelling it and turned, Lindsey following him into the kitchen to put it in some water.

“Nobody? Really?” Lindsey asked. Wesley had been with Andrew for so long, he thought for sure that dork must have, at least once.

“No.”

“Well, then,” Lindsey said when Wesley finished with the flower and turned back to him. “You’ve been wasting your time on the wrong guys.” He smiled a lascivious smile and leaned in to kiss Wesley on the lips.

“Mmmm,” Wesley agreed when they were finished, licking his lips. “I’ll say.”

Lindsey laughed, warm and sweet and the sound flooded over Wesley, filling him with joy. “We’d better get going, or we’ll miss the movie,” he said, and then pulled Wesley closer. “Unless you’d rather stay here...”

“No way!” Wesley laughed, pushing him away. “I believe you owe me a proper night out.”

“That I do, baby.” Lindsey tugged on his hand and they headed toward the door.

“Oh,” Wesley said, as he was putting on his shoes. “Don’t worry about my father. It’s nothing personal. He just takes a while to warm up to people.” Lindsey nodded uncertainly and they stepped through the door, closing it behind them and starting toward Lindsey’s truck.

“Especially the ones he thinks I’m going to have sex with,” Wesley added when they got to Lindsey’s truck, and Lindsey snorted.

“Little late for him to be worryin’ about that, don’t you think?”

***

When they got to the movie theatre Lindsey insisted on paying for the tickets, and the popcorn and the soda, and even a box of chocolate covered raisins, because he remembered Wesley mentioning once that he liked to mix them in with his hot popcorn, and let them get all melty and gooey, and Wesley let him.

They both sort of a got a kick out of it, the idea of Lindsey taking Wesley out, and they were both having fun playing it up, Lindsey opening doors for Wes, and Wesley offering playful kisses and coy smiles whenever Lindsey did something that pleased him. They were laughing, and holding hands and attempting to balance all their goodies between them, sharing just such a kiss as they walked toward their theatre, when they heard a distinctly familiar British voice say, from just behind them, “Oh, get a room, for fucks sake.”

“Spike,” Wesley growled and dropped Lindsey’s hand, stepping back and turning around. And then he noticed Spike wasn’t alone. Fred was there with him, which shouldn’t really have been a surprise, but seeing Spike at all that night was a surprise. He tensed, noticeably, which he couldn’t help thinking was opposite to his usual reaction around the lovely girl, but he couldn’t help but feel that this situation was a tad awkward.

He glanced quickly at Lindsey to find his face completely unreadable, but tried not to think on it too much and looked back at Fred, smiling politely. “Hello Fred,” he said to her, no trace of the slight unease he was feeling in his voice. “It’s great to see you. I trust Spike isn’t giving you too much trouble.” He shot his friend a look that said it would be a first if he wasn’t giving someone some kind of trouble, and smiled back at Fred.

“Oh, he’s behavin’,” she answered, giggling when Spike protested that assessment. “You guys havin’ fun?”

“Er... yes,” answered Wesley, looking at Lindsey again, hoping that he would say something. The more he kept quiet, the weirder Wesley felt. “So far at least. I only hope the movie lives up to all the hype.”

Lindsey wanted to punch Spike in the nose. Which wasn’t an entirely new feeling, because he pretty much always wanted to punch Spike in the nose, but this was different. He was out with Fred. Here with Fred, where anybody could see them, and they’d know they were dating, and it wasn’t as if Lindsey still wanted her, not like that, and he knew that she’d move on, and in theory he didn’t have a problem with that, because he had too, and for fuck’s sake, Spike?

And yeah, he knew about it already, Spike had made sure he knew about it, but that was very different to actually seeing them together, smiling and joking and touching and acting like he’d acted with her just a couple of months ago, and yes, he was jealous, in that odd way where you kind of weren’t, but it still hurt.

And now he had to stand here and talk to them? With Wesley, who must feel just as weird about this as him, and the longer he glared daggers at Spike the more Wesley was probably thinking that he wanted to be in Spike’s place, be back by Fred’s side, and it wasn’t true, but he was a little too caught up in his own feelings to worry about reassuring Wes at the moment.

“Yeah,” he said, snapping out of it and not wanting to look like an idiot or worse for not saying anything. “Heard it’s pretty good, but I guess we’ll find out soon.”

“Oh, are you guys in theatre 3?” Fred asked. Lindsey and Wesley nodded. “Oh, us too!” she said, grabbing Spike’s hand and hugging her popcorn. “Why don’t you sit with us?”

The three boys stared at each other, mouths slightly open, with thoughts of fuck that, and no way in hell on the verge of being vocalised, and hoping, desperately, that one of them could come up with a suitable excuse for them to sit as far apart as was possible. None of them was willing to say that the reason they couldn’t sit together was that it would make them uncomfortable, because none of them was willing to look stupid in front of Fred, who clearly had no problem with any of this, and didn’t understand why anybody would.

Hiding the resigned sigh that Wesley very much wanted to let out, he shot the other two brief, accusing glances before he turned to Fred and said, “That would be nice. Thank you.”

Fred smiled and nodded and tugged on Spike’s hand, and Wesley and Lindsey followed behind them, to go into the theatre and find their seats.

Fred and Spike didn’t spend much time watching the movie, and as a result, neither did Lindsey or Wesley. Spike and Lindsey were seated on either end of the foursome, with Wesley and Fred in be the middle, but Lindsey found himself almost wishing that Wesley and Fred would switch seats, just to keep Spike and Fred apart for a while.

It seemed like every five minutes there was a giggle from Fred, or some sort of shuffling around, touching, kissing, or a comment from Spike that Lindsey couldn’t hear, which resulted in more giggling and more kissing.

And each time it happened Lindsey would lean close to Wesley and mumble something about how inappropriate it was, or how tacky, and how they should just knock it the hell off and watch the movie because this was a movie theatre, not a Motel 6. And more often than not he would say it loud enough that they could hear.

Wesley was not having a very good time.

After the movie ended, the four of them made their way out the front doors and stood awkwardly on the sidewalk. It was a little chilly out, oddly chilly, even for early December and Spike took his coat off and draped it over Fred’s shoulders. She smiled her thanks at him, but Lindsey scowled, and Wesley rolled his eyes.

“So...” Fred started, feeling some of the tension, even though she’d like to pretend it didn’t exist, or better yet, smack Spike for being particularly hands-on during the movie, when he knew Lindsey was watching, and smack Lindsey for watching, and getting pissed off about it, when it was really non of his business, and give Wesley a hug for being mature enough not to have walked out and headed home by himself a long time ago, because she was pretty sure that had Lindsey or Spike been in his position, they would have. Or at least caused a fuss.

“Does anyone want to go get a coffee?” she asked, feeling like someone needed to say something, but knowing that it wouldn’t be a good idea.

“I dunno pet,” Spike mumbled, standing behind her and resting his head on her shoulder. “Think maybe I should get you home.” He didn’t want to spend any more time with Lindsey than he had to, especially if all he had to look forward to was a running commentary on his behaviour.

“Yes,” Wesley agreed, somewhat coldly. “And I really should be getting home as well.” It wasn’t Fred that he was upset with, or even Spike, really, though he could have tried to tone it down a little, but if he had to listen to Lindsey bitch about Fred and Spike for one more minute, he was likely to hit something.

“Right,” Lindsey said, trying his best to ignore the way Spike was hanging all over Fred. “Well, see you guys later,” he said. And then to Wesley, “Let’s go, babe,” and attempted to take his hand, a motion that Wesley cleanly avoided.

“Fred, it was lovely to see you, as always,” Wesley said, with a polite nod of his head. Then, “Spike.” And he turned and headed towards Lindsey truck, with Lindsey trailing after him.

***

“Lindsey was kind of a jerk tonight,” Fred said, twenty minutes later, when Spike had driven her home and they were sitting on the cushioned bench on her front porch, side by side with a blanket wrapped around them. She wanted to point out that if Spike had been a little less grabby, Lindsey wouldn’t have had any reason to be jerky, but she hadn’t really been complaining at the time, hadn’t even been thinking that Lindsey might be a little upset, though she supposed she should have.

“Yeah,” Spike agreed and took her hand, giving it a slight squeeze. “You still love him, don’t you?”

Fred moved a little closer to Spike, resting her head on his shoulder and sighed. “It’s silly I know, but when we first got together, I thought he was the one. He was perfect. We were prefect, and I thought it was really gonna work out.”

Spike closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath, like he was going to say something, but didn’t.

“And we weren’t even together all that long, but we had a great summer, you know? And for a little while I thought... well, I thought I might be falling in love with him. But when school started up again somethin’ changed.”

“He started to like dick?”

“You don’t have to be so crass about it,” Fred scolded, and frowned at him.

“Sorry, love,” he said. He knew she was right, but this wasn’t exactly the easiest thing for him to hear. “I’m being arse, and I’m sorry. I just… don’t like him. I’ll try to be nicer.” He didn’t know what the problem was, really. Wesley and Fred obviously adored him, so he must have some good qualities, but Spike was aware enough to admit that the fact that Wes and Fred adored him so much went a long way to making sure he didn’t like him.

She had a point, much as he hated to admit it. He was being completely unfair to the asshole, and it looked like they were going to be stuck with each other for a while, forced to spend the odd bit of time together because of their significant others. “God, between you and Wes, you’ll have me bringin’ him candy and takin’ him out to dinner.”

She kept up her impressively cowing frown for a few more seconds, but she seemed to accept Spike’s apology, and her face softened.

“But... yeah. I didn’t know that at first, obviously, but he was different, things were different between us, and it was hard, and then I started hangin’ around you some, and it was easier.”

“Glad I could help,” he said, in a low mumble.

“I don’t love him, Spike,” she told him, clearly. “Not like that. And he doesn’t love me, but I think it must have been weird for him to see me with someone else.”

“Yeah, and I don’t think the fact that I was that someone made it any easier on him,” said Spike, fingers moving slowly over her knee.

Fred tried to smile, but it came out more like a cringe when she thought about how right Spike was. What the hell had made her think that the four of them sitting together would be a good thing? “And it’s not like we didn’t provoke him. Oh, God, we’re terrible! I mean, how would you feel?”

Spike had only ever had one actual girlfriend before, and that had been back in England, but he had to concede that it wouldn’t have felt all that great to see her out with someone he hated just a few weeks after they’d split. He sighed and tilted his head, looking at her, and not bothering to answer, asked her, “So how come it didn’t bother you? Seeing your ex huggy-bear with someone else. Or did it?”

Her frown grew deeper for a few seconds as she thought about that. No, it didn’t bother her. At all. It had been so far from a problem for her that she had momentarily forgotten that it would be for anyone else, but she couldn’t really say why. Now that she thought about it, she could understand Lindsey’s reaction, and Spike’s, because they were normal.

And it wasn’t as if she hadn’t really cared for Lindsey. She had, very much, and still did, and when they’d first gotten together she had let herself daydream of them growing up and old together, of getting married and having a family and living happily ever after. But it hadn’t been long before she recognised the adolescent fantasy as just that, and the truth was, as much as she and Lindsey had meant to each other, it hadn’t ever been anything like what she had with Spike, like what she thought Lindsey had with Wes.

“I don’t know why,” she answered honestly, and put her hand over his on her leg, rested her head on his shoulder. Maybe because being gay was something that had nothing to do with her. It wasn’t as if Lindsey didn’t like her, love her in his own way, it wasn’t as if she meant nothing to him. She just… couldn’t be what he needed and, and that was nobody’s fault, and she didn’t begrudge him something, someone that could be what he needed. “I just... I’m happy for him. And for me,” she added, smiling and biting him lightly on the arm.

Spike laughed and pulled her closer to him with an arm around her shoulders. “Well,” he said. “I certainly hope that happiness has something to do with me.”

She looked up, face completely earnest and kissed him, sound and long before pulling back. “It has everything to do with you.”

***

After a stony silence on the drive home, Wesley got out of the car, just barely managing not to slam the door behind him, and headed to his front door without a word or a glance back at Lindsey.

Lindsey sighed and got out of the car also, following after his boyfriend down the drive and up the porch steps. “Wes, wait,” he called, jogging to catch up.

“Oh, wow,” Wesley said, turning, voice dripping with sarcasm. “You actually remember my name. I suppose I should be happy for that, at least.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Lindsey had noticed that Wesley had been in a bad mood for most of the night, and it was probably because they’d run into Spike and Fred, but that wasn’t Lindsey’s fault, and he was getting a little fed up with Wes being such a shit to him.

“What am I...” Wesley looked at him as if he couldn’t believe anyone could be so stupid, and it wasn’t the first time he’d given Lindsey that look. Lindsey found it much less cute this time, though. “Do you really have no idea?”

“Do I have an idea that you’ve been in a pissy mood and taking it out on me? Yeah, I’ve got a pretty good idea.”

“Oh. God. You really are that obtuse,” Wesley said, shaking his head in disbelief. “If this is how you behaved on your dates with Fred, it’s little wonder that she never put out for you.”

“Okay,” Lindsey said, taking a menacing step closer to Wesley. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t hit him, but if Wesley kept up being such an ass, he couldn’t say for certain. “You can shut the fuck up any time now, Wes. You know jack about my relationship with Fred.”

“No,” Wesley agreed, voice as dark as Lindsey’s, and standing up as straight as he could, determined not to be cowed by Lindsey’s physical superiority. “Nothing, you’re right. Just that you wish it wasn’t over.”

“That I...” Lindsey blinked and unconsciously relaxed. Shit, he hadn’t given Wesley that impression, had he? “What are you talking about?” he asked, but his tone, instead of harsh and accusing was leaning more towards genuinely curious.

Wesley sighed. “You’d better come in. Nobody’s home anyway, father’s plane left an hour ago, and we really shouldn’t have this conversation on the front porch, for the neighbours to see.” He unlocked the front door and ushered Lindsey inside, following him and shutting the door behind them both.

They took off their shoes and jackets, not bothering to put them away neatly, and headed for the living room, Lindsey sitting down on the leather sofa, Wesley on one of the chairs on the other side of the room.

Lindsey tried not to read too much into the fact that Wesley hadn’t sat next to him, and the way they were both feeling at the moment, it was probably a good thing. “I don’t...” he started, only to have Wesley cut him off with a look. He snapped his mouth shut and then scowled at his own actions. When the hell had Wes become the boss of him?

“All night Lindsey,” Wesley began, deceptively casually. “All night, I’ve had to listen to you go on, and on about Fred, and her new boyfriend, and how they should do this and shouldn’t do that. All night, all you paid any attention to was her, and I was right there. Right next to you. Your date, Lindsey.”

Lindsey opened his mouth to respond, but again, Wesley’s hard look prevented it.

“It was our first date, and you picked me up, and gave me a flower, and bought me popcorn, and it was...” his expressions softened, thinking about how the evening had started out, and wishing it had stayed that way throughout the night. “It was wonderful, and I thought that you... were happy. With me. And then your ex showed up, and you forgot I was there, but for bitching to me about the fact that she was with someone else.”

Lindsey shook his head, thinking about what Wesley was saying and trying to figure out if it was true. “I wasn’t...” But maybe he was. Yeah, okay, Wesley was right. That probably wasn’t a very good way to act on a date. Especially a first date. With your new boyfriend.

“But Spike…”

“Shut the bloody hell up about Spike, would you?!” Wesley yelled, and then sighed, shaking his head and getting himself under control. “You wouldn’t have complained nearly so often or so quite so loudly, wouldn’t have had near the number of nasty and mean-spirited little comments had she been out with somebody else, would you have?”

“I… He’s an asshole Wes!” Lindsey said, getting angry all over again, thinking about it. Wes was right. Sure it still would have bothered him to see her with anyone, but Spike… that just made it worse. “He’s rude and arrogant and he just… rubs me the wrong way. He’s not good enough for her.”

Wesley didn’t know whether to be more upset about the fact that Lindsey had such a low opinion of his best friend, not that it was something he hadn’t already known, or the fact that he was still so worried about Fred’s love life. “You’re not exactly the picture of charm and good manners when he’s around either, Lindsey,” he pointed out, instead of mentioning the other things yet. “Especially tonight.”

“But he was only acting like that to piss me off!”

Wesley was angry, and he was upset, and he was beginning to feel like he was completely irrelevant, but managed to push that back and give Lindsey a disbelieving, condescending look. “Is that what you think? That’s… Spike. I assure you, his behaviour tonight was not for your benefit, or anyone’s, besides his own and Fred’s. Yes,” he conceded, “he could have toned it down a bit, so as not to rub your nose in it, but believe it or not, Lindsey, not everyone’s world revolves around you.”

Lindsey said nothing, but didn’t look as if he entirely believed Wesley about that.

“And even if he had been trying to piss you off,” Wesley said, and while he still didn’t think that was strictly true, he had no doubt that Spike had enjoyed the fact that it was end result and had made no effort to change his behaviour. And yes, if he was being honest he had to admit that he suspected that once Spike had realised the affect his actions were having on Lindsey he probably did take it up a notch, just to be able to watch him squirm. The bastard.

He’d been too angry with Lindsey earlier, was still incredibly angry, but he was starting to cool off a little, and now that he was thinking a little more clearly he found that he was pretty pissed off with Spike, too. He was going to need to have a talk with him, seriously, make him understand that Lindsey was important to him, and he wasn’t going to put up with Spike hurting him like that. But right now, he was talking to Lindsey.

“You shouldn’t have…” he trailed off and looked down, not quite knowing how to tell Lindsey that he shouldn’t have noticed, shouldn’t have cared, should have been thinking about him, and not about his ex-girlfriend, without sounding like a jealous jerk.

“You’re with me now, Lindsey,” he said, quietly, desperately. “Not her.”

“I…” Lindsey started, and blinked, realising how much what had happened tonight was hurting Wesley. That was no good. And he was right; Lindsey had been sort of a jackass. Spike had been too, he thought, with his punk slacker hands all over Fred, in a public place with Lindsey sitting right there. But yeah, he hadn’t bothered to think about how his reaction would affect Wesley. “I wasn’t thinking,” he said, and ignored Wesley’s snort of agreement for the moment. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to... I shouldn’t have been paying that much attention to them. To her.”

“So why were you?” Wesley asked, even though he was terrified of the answer.

Lindsey just stared at him, not knowing how to answer. What the hell could he say? That he still thought about her? That the idea of her with Spike pissed him off, even though he was with Wes? That he missed her? It was true, but it probably wouldn’t make Wesley feel any better.

“Do you really think you made a mistake?” Wesley asked, hoping that Lindsey would say ‘no’, and scared that he wouldn’t. “Do you think that’s what this is?” he asked, gesturing between them. “Something that shouldn’t have happened? Do you think you should still be with her? Is that what you want?”

Lindsey thought about it. Really thought about it. For almost a minute, and in that minute Wesley’s heart caught in his throat and his chest felt hollow and he thought he’d stopped breathing entirely, and he felt the bottom fall out of his entire world. Until Lindsey finally spoke.

“No,” he said, offering a slight smile. “Of course not. I never thought that, and if I made you think it, I’m sorry, baby.” He hadn’t been thinking that, not once since that first time that he’d almost kissed Wesley. It was scary, this new thing they had, and a part of him thought that being with Fred would be easier, more familiar, less frightening, but that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted Wesley. He looked down at the couch seat beside him and back up at his boyfriend. “Sit with me?”

Wesley was unsure, but just as ever, he was incapable of denying Lindsey anything, so he got up and crossed the room, sitting next to him and tensing when the other boy turned and kissed him.

Lindsey backed off right away. He hadn’t meant it as a lead-in to anything, just a small show of affection, but if Wesley didn’t want it yet, then he wasn’t going to force it. “I promise you, you’re the one I want to be with. I just... Fuck, Spike makes me crazy, and it’s hard, you know? Seeing someone you used to be with, all... being with someone else. If I was a jack-ass...”

He stopped and laughed at Wesley’s raised eyebrow at the word ‘if’. “Okay, I was a jack-ass, and I’m sorry, Wes. It just might be hard for a while. You know?”

Wesley nodded. He did know. It had taken him much longer than a few weeks to get over seeing Andrew with the next boy he’d dated. Then again, he hadn’t wanted that relationship to end. He’d still loved Andrew. He wasn’t entirely sure that Lindsey didn’t feel the same way about Fred, on some level, but he supposed there were never any guarantees about anything. Lindsey was with him, wanted to be with him, and that was what mattered. “I’m sorry, too,” he said, leaning in to complete the kiss Lindsey had attempted, and taking his hand when they were finished.

“I got a little crazy, I suppose. I know it’s ridiculous to want your attention focused solely on me, and the truth is, I don’t, really. Just... when your focus drifted tonight, so much... well, it stung, and the insecure part of my brain overreacted, and I was convinced that you still wanted her.”

“You were jealous,” Lindsey said, grinning, like it was the only thing he’d gotten out of their entire conversation. He wasn’t sure why, but he kind of liked that idea.

Wesley gave him a reproachful look, but ultimately caved in, and gave Lindsey what he wanted. “Yes,” he admitted. “I was. I am. And the funny thing is, I never was before tonight. You told me that you and Fred had broken up, that you weren’t attracted to each other anymore, and I believed you. I had no reason to think that you might want her back, not with the way you... or what we...” he snorted at himself and tried again.

“After we started to... get together, I was convinced that you were only interested in me. But tonight... The way you looked at her, the way you wouldn’t let it go, the things you said, how much it bothered you to see her with Spike... Now I’m beginning to think that you may not be as over her as you claimed to be. And I know it’s selfish, but I don’t like it.”

“Wes, no,” Lindsey said, forcefully, and shook his head once, in a jerky movement. “No, I am. Mostly.”

“Oh, that’s comforting,” Wesley murmured.

“You know what I mean,” Lindsey told him, threading his fingers deeper through Wesley’s. “Just because you don’t like someone like you did, doesn’t mean you don’t like them.”

“Yes, I do know what you mean,” Wesley said. “And I believe you when you tell me that I’m the one you want. And as long as you’re always honest with me, I’ll always believe you. You mean so much to me, you make me so happy, things between us just feel so… right.” He smiled self-deprecatingly. “I’m afraid I’m going to wake up any minute now.”

“Yeah,” Lindsey nodded, and smiled back, shy but honest. “Me too.”

Wesley was feeling a bit better for having talked and Lindsey was hoping that he had convinced Wesley that he had nothing to worry about. They were quiet for a while, softly playing their fingers against each others, until Lindsey broke the peaceful silence.

“So... wanna do it?” he asked with a hopeful leer.

Wesley laughed out loud and covered Lindsey’s lips with his, and they pressed softly together, moving over each other, tasting and experiencing, before Wesley stood, pulling Lindsey with him. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said, and tugged Lindsey up the stairs and toward his bedroom.

***

“Fuck, Wes,” Lindsey gasped, ten minutes later, when he was naked and looking down at his lover, thrusting into him slowly. They’d hurried out of their clothes and Lindsey hadn’t bothered preparing Wesley, just wanting to get inside him, but now that he was there he wanted to take his time, not that he really thought he could when Wesley twitched and arched and clenched underneath him.

He’d never felt anything like this, nothing as amazing as fucking Wes, and not for the first time he wondered what it would be like to be on the other side of things. He wasn’t too worried about it though, figured they’d get there when they were ready, and alright he might be waiting for Wes to make the first move. Again. Like a great big fuckin’ pussy.

He couldn’t feel bad about it though, or about how much of a girl he was being for falling so hard, so fast for Wesley. Not when Wesley was gazing up at him like that, face contorted in a beautiful mix of ecstasy and affection so deep it nearly hurt, and looking so damn sexy, spread out for him, writhing, body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat and moaning softly.

He knew if he wasn’t careful he was going to be in way too deep to get out again without some serious heartache, but he didn’t care. What he was doing felt right, in a way that nothing ever had before, and he needed it.

“Shit! Lindsey, right there!” Wesley cried out, tilting his hips just a little to get a better angle. Lindsey was a phenomenal lover, but Wesley honestly wouldn’t have cared if he wasn’t. Sure, at first what had attracted him had been Lindsey’s looks, his body, his status, and if he hadn’t had the sexual prowess to back it up, Wesley would have been disappointed, but now… Now things were much, much different, and Wesley was completely, hopeless in love with him, “Fuck, I need to come!”

“Do it baby,” Lindsey growled, leaning in close and kissing Wes quick and hard on the mouth. “Wrap your fingers around that gorgeous cock of yours and jerk yourself for me while I fuck you.”

Wesley keened piteously, getting dangerously close to the edge, and doing as Lindsey asked, helpless to do anything else. And God, but it felt good.

“I’m close Wes,” Lindsey warned, burying his face in Wesley’s neck and speeding up his thrusts. “Come for me. Cover yourself in it.”

Wesley slammed his eyes shut and threw his head back, breath stopping for several seconds as he did as Lindsey asked, again, and shot heavy white jets of semen over Lindsey’s fingers and onto his chest and stomach.

Lindsey followed less than a minute later, biting down hard on the skin of Wesley’s neck, leaving a fairly impress set of marks, that he was going to have trouble hiding. Neither of them cared, and they stayed as they were until Lindsey softened and slipped free and then he swiped some tissues off Wesley’s desk and cleaned them up, before climbing back into Wesley’s bed for a few more minutes before he had to head home.

TBC