Arrangement Ch 13

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Title: Arrangement

Characters/Pairings: Giles/Lindsey, Lindsey/Spike, Giles/Wes, Giles/others, other slight pairings

Rating: Adult

Summary: Giles is a ridiculously unfaithful wealthy older man, keeping Lindsey around for pleasure and company, but when someone else catches Lindsey’s eye, he realises he wants more out of a relationship. Giles has sex with just about everyone. Spike tries to. Wes gets in over his head.


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Chapter 13

Rupert got home late in the afternoon, sitting down gingerly on the couch and flipping on the radio. His arse was sore. Ethan was just about the only one that Rupert had ever let top him, and those times were few and far between. That, coupled with Ethan not being exactly gentle, made for a slightly uncomfortable state for Rupert at the moment.

Still, it had been nice. Rupert did like to give it up, on occasion, but letting Lindsey do it had been out of the question. It would have undermined his authority. At least, he thought it would have. He honestly couldn’t remember anymore what his exact reasons had been. And it seemed silly to him, even as he very much stood by his decision.

Ethan was different. He had a hard time caring what the man thought of him, beyond the immediate circumstances of their mutual gratification. He could never hope to control Rupert the way he did others, nor could the other man expect the same of him, and in a lot of respects that made their relationship incredibly simple.

They liked each other, they got along, every once in a long while they had sex, and as soon as it was finished they’d go right back to liking each other again. It was a very valued relationship for both of them, and the closest thing either of them could claim to having a partner. They were equals in their sex life as much as they were in the business, and Ethan was about the only one that could give Rupert a piece of his mind, among other things, and walk away from it unscathed.

But this time he was wrong. Lindsey was obviously not satisfied with the way things were, and he had known full well that the quickest way to end things, besides just picking up and leaving was to fuck someone else, and that was exactly what he’d done.

Rupert had Wesley to consider now, and that was exactly what he planned on doing.

And thinking of Wesley, the silly little man wasn’t even home. Ana had told Rupert that he’d left not ten minutes after Rupert that morning to go to work, of all places. He knew that he’d be provided for, knew that Rupert would take care of all of his needs as long as they were together, and yet he still felt the need to go to a terribly underpaid job, where he had to work long hours for very little reward. Even after he’d secured himself a position in a rich man’s bed.

Still, he supposed to Wesley, it was worth it. He didn’t have money to throw at problems like world hunger and melting ice floes, so he threw his time at them instead, hoping that he’d be able to make a difference. It was sweet, and Rupert admired him for that. Bless him.

Rupert got up and went into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of wine, and watching as Simon diced and chopped and mixed for a few moments.

“Duck?” Rupert asked, when he saw the sauce being poured over the half-cooked bird, and then placed back in the oven. “I’m not terribly fond of duck, you know that.”

“No,” Simon agreed, turning to Rupert and smiling. “But Wesley is.” He had talked with Wesley for a few minutes that morning, had tried his best to be kind and welcoming and it wasn’t hard once Wesley had started talking. If he didn’t think Rupert would fire him on the spot for saying so, he’d have to admit that he liked him a hell of a lot better than Lindsey so far. Not that he didn’t like Lindsey, too, but Wesley was so adorably sweet.

It hadn’t taken him long to get Wesley to tell him what his favourite dishes were, while not making it sound like he was ordering Simon around. The chef knew the young man would feel uncomfortable if he were to do that, so he’d made it sound like innocent conversation. That talent, among others, was why he was so invaluable to Rupert.

Rupert grinned self-deprecatingly and puffed out a breath. “Thank you, Simon,” he told the man. “You’re a life saver.” At this early point in their arrangement he wouldn’t have honestly been able to say what Wesley’s favourite anything was, but the fact that Simon had bothered to find out what his favourite supper was, and had prepared it for them, was very good.

Wesley was obviously having a hard time dealing with things, not that Rupert had made it particularly easy, and what they both really needed was a quiet night together, alone, without pressure, in which Rupert could ply Wesley with his favourite meal, and not a little bit of the same type of wine that he’d noticed the younger man liked the previous night.

And then fuck him properly, so that he liked it, loved it, was begging for more, and knew how truly good it could be to have Rupert take him. Give him a reason for loyalty beyond the monetary. Wesley would need one.

He thanked Simon for his thoughtfulness and sent both him and Ana Louisa home early, opting to prepare the salad and potatoes that accompanied the duck himself. Alright, so the salad was already made and needed only to be dressed with something that Simon had already made up, and the potatoes were already in the oven, and would be ready at the same time as the bird was, but it would impress Wesley if he thought that Rupert had done the work.

Not that he needed to impress him.

And he certainly didn’t feel the need to explain why he had put on some soft music and lit the entire house, hallway, kitchen, living room, bedroom, with candles, creating as seductive an atmosphere as he possibly could. He could make Wesley know how good he was without any of this ridiculous romantic nonsense.

Wesley knocked on the door about half an hour after supper was ready, and Rupert fought the urge to be upset about both Wesley knocking, and not just coming in, like he’d been told, and him being half an hour late for supper. It wasn’t his fault he was late, Rupert knew. He hadn’t been told when he was expected home, and he was new to this. He deserved some leeway.

Rupert crossed the apartment and opened the door for him, smiling his best shy smile. “There’s supper. Your favourite,” he said, and stepped back, motioning Wesley inside. He didn’t lie and say that he’d cooked the supper, but he didn’t say that he hadn’t, either.

Wesley let out a sigh of relief and stepped inside. He hadn’t been sure of his welcome, had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that Rupert had only been using him for that one night, to teach Lindsey some sort of lesson, and that now his usefulness would have ended. It was nice to see that he was wrong, and that perhaps Rupert had meant what he said that morning about being sorry and making things better.

They sat down to supper together and Wesley was impressed. Far too impressed to believe that it had been Rupert that had prepared it, especially given his conversation that morning with Simon, but he didn’t say anything. It was sort of sweet that Rupert would try to pretend to do something nice, when it was clearly beyond his capabilities.

They had a nice supper, talking about nothing important, and Rupert made a point to ask about Wesley’s day. He actually was interested in what went on at his work, but that was secondary to knowing that people liked to be asked.

“…And then Faith told Mr. Wilkins that if he couldn’t afford to donate four thousand dollars to us, then that whore he’d been seeing on the side, that his wife didn’t know about, must have lowered her rates significantly! Suffice to say, he agreed to give us a hefty sum.”

They both laughed, and Rupert slid his chair a little bit closer to Wesley’s. “There’s nothing quite like strong-arming money for a non-profit organisation.”

“We do what we have to, Rupert,” Wesley said. “Not everyone has what you do.”

“What we do,” Rupert corrected, leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss on Wesley’s lips. “You live here too, now. And whatever I have, for as long as we’re together, is yours.”

“That’s very generous,” Wesley said, taking a deep breath and letting it out quickly as Rupert’s hand ran over his upper thigh. “Thank you.”

“It’s all part of our arrangement, darling,” Rupert said, smiling at him, trying to soften the blow that he knew this must be. Still, it would be cruel to not be upfront with him about what this was, even if he did already suspect. “You’ve more than earned it already.”

“I…” What the hell was Wesley supposed to say to that? “I’m sure we’ll be very happy.”

“You don’t know the half of it, sweet, pretty boy,” Rupert cooed, bending down to nuzzle the side of Wesley’s neck. “I’ll clean up in here, you get to bed.”

Wesley did, as Rupert completed his version of cleaning up, which essentially involved tossing a couple of napkins over the mess and waiting for Ana Louisa to come in and clean it up in the morning.

And when Rupert got into the bedroom, Wesley was there, naked and grinning and spread out on the bed, waiting for him.

It didn’t take long after Rupert saw him for him to strip out of his own clothes and move to join Wesley on the bed, climbing over him, touching, and pressing his lips to Wesley’s. He noticed very soon that the younger man seemed a little too nervous, edgy, for him to be having any real fun. He was stiff, his movements jerky, his mouth cold and almost unmoving under Rupert’s advances.

Rupert sighed and pulled back, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against Wesley’s. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been expecting this, and he’d worked his way through much colder terrain than this before. It shouldn’t be a problem. What was a problem, however, was that Wesley was actually a very decent human being. Much more so than most of the people he’d bedded, and he really did like him.

He didn’t want Wesley to get hurt, the same way Lindsey had, and he didn’t see any reason for Wesley to, as long as he completely understood the situation. He’d make sure he knew early that he wasn’t, under any circumstances, to fall in love. That wasn’t what this was about.

What it was about, primarily, was great sex. And that’s exactly what Rupert intended to give him.

It was slow this time when Rupert took Wesley, gentle. He slowed down his advances and spent a solid hour just touching Wesley. Kissing him, messaging him, tickling his fingers over the sensitive parts of the young man’s skin. He pinched his nipples gently, then sharply, watching his reactions each time, smiling as Wesley sucked in sharp breaths and moved into the touches, before he bent down and repeated the actions with his lips, then teeth.

He licked his way down Wesley’s chest and stomach, kissing circles around his groin, darting his tongue out for teasing little swipes over the tip and shaft of his cock before moving down his legs, spreading them apart and gently starting to work his fingers inside.

He used an obscene amount of lubricant, worked him intensely and lengthily, touching his prostate for just long enough to get him interested before he stopped, and turned his attentions elsewhere. He started with one finger, and after a time it became three, and he took his sweet bloody time about it, trying to ensure that when he finally pushed inside, Wesley would be in such desperate need of being filled, that the very slight pain of the remaining stretch would seem like nothing in comparison.

“Dear God, Wesley,” Rupert gasped into the younger man’s ear as his cock was grabbed in a tight fist and jerked furiously. It was the first time Wesley had touched him without Rupert initiate or asking for it, and it was amazing. “Oh, fuck yes. Just like that.”

Wesley was lying on his back underneath Rupert, with three of the older man’s fingers in his arse, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he wanted more. He’d been fairly docile so far, but Rupert’s expert playing of his body, the way he’d kissed him, touched him, licked him, treating every square inch of his body as if it were something to be cherished, had finally gotten to him.

“Now, Rupert,” he said, pulling on the man’s rather large erection frantically, trying to both jerk him off, and aim him properly at his hole. It was quite a task, and he didn’t think he was managing a very good job of it, but Rupert seemed happy, and really that had been his major goal going into this tonight.

After the night before he hadn’t imagined it would be this good for him, hadn’t imagined how anybody could actually enjoy getting fucked as much as people seemed to, but now he was starting to realise how great it could be. And Rupert wasn’t even inside him yet.

“Soon darling,” Rupert told him, wiggling his fingers around, stretching Wesley out further and pushing down on his prostate. Wesley squealed and jerked and reflexively gripped Rupert’s dick harder, causing the older man to grit his teeth and clench his lower body tightly, pushing forward into Wesley’s fist. “Oh, God!”

“Like that, do you?” Wesley asked with some amusement, starting to feel a whole lot more comfortable with the situation than he had been.

“I like a lot of things, love,” Rupert said. “And you’ll learn them all, in good time. For now, I’m interested in finding out what you like.” Once he did, it would make Wesley that much easier to control. And so far, it seemed that what Wesley liked best was just about any and all touches, actions or words that held the appearance of genuine affection or care.

He was different than Lindsey in that respect, and Rupert would have to learn to make adjustments. He’d give Wesley everything that he wanted tonight, but he wasn’t going to make a habit out of it. Wesley had already been told his place, and he wasn’t a stupid man.

“I like… Oh, Rupert, I like that,” he said, voice becoming high and eyes rolling back as Rupert twisted his fingers just so, and wrapped the fingers of his other hand around his cock, very lightly.

“And that,” he continued as Rupert slowly started to jerk him. He tried to keep up the action of his own hand on Rupert, but the older man pulled back out of his reach, concentrating only on him.

“Definitely that,” he practically moaned when Rupert didn’t let up with his hands and bent forward to once again take one of Wesley’s nipples in his mouth, pulling it gently away from his body and letting go with a loud pop.

Rupert slowly removed his fingers from Wesley, but didn’t stop pulling on his cock. “What about this?” he asked, the words ghosting over Wesley’s ears, seductive and barely audible as he took himself in hand and placed the tip of his cock at Wesley’s hole and began to push forward, slowly.

He took his time, letting the head of his dick push through the tight pucker and working his thumb in well timed swipes over the slit of Wesley’s erection to keep his attention on something other than the brief discomfort. Soon he wouldn’t have to do this for him anymore, but he felt like he owed him some consideration after the way he’d taken him so thoughtlessly his first time.

He didn’t push all the way inside on the first stoke, instead made shallow little in and out movements to get Wesley used to the feeling, waiting until his new lover was panting and thrashing and begging for Rupert do it.

“Please,” Wesley keened, hands grabbing at the sheets, at Rupert’s back, at his hair. “Oh, Rupert, please just do it. I’m ready. For the love of bloody fuck, I’m ready, just do it!”

“Your wish is my command, darling,” Rupert told him with a smile, thrusting forward with some force, pushing inside all the way. “At least for tonight.”

It didn’t last long after that, but that was more Wesley’s doing that Rupert’s. He’d been played with too long, driven so close to the edge time after time, and as soon as Rupert started moving inside him, starting jabbing his prostate with each thrust, filling him up so damn good as he jerked his cock in time with his pushes, that soon Wesley was crying out, warning Rupert of his imminent release.

“Oh, thank God,” mumbled Rupert, speeding up just enough that he would be pushed over the edge along with Wesley. He’d gotten himself good and worked up right along with Wesley. He could have held out much longer, but it was late and he was tired, and he was happy to just find his release and fall asleep next to Wesley, having proven to the man that he wasn’t in fact the monster he had no doubt appeared last night.

They both came, Rupert inside Wesley and Wesley over Rupert’s hand, the warm, slippery liquid dribbling down Rupert’s fingers and over his own shaft. Rupert gave both of them a minute to catch their breath before pulling out, kissing Wesley on his head and lying down next to him.

He let go of Wesley’s softening cock, lifting his cum-covered hand to Wesley’s face. “Clean it,” he ordered.

“I…” Wesley stammered, taken aback. “Excuse me?”

“I asked you to clean it, Wesley,” Rupert said again, sliding two wet fingers along Wesley’s lower lip, then dipping them into his mouth. “It’s not so hard, is it?”

Wesley shook his head slowly, but wasn’t so sure. He darted his tongue out just slightly to lick at the fingers Rupert had pressed to his mouth, tasting the older man’s sweat and salt, mixed with his own seed. It wasn’t really so bad. He’d tasted plenty of other men’s cum before, even his own, on occasion, but nobody had ever fucked him while jerking him off, and then insisted he lick his own mess from them.

Rupert sighed, let his eyes drift shut as Wesley’s tongue slid across his fingertips. “That’s it, darling. Perfect.” Wesley ate the praise up like Rupert knew he would, and became bolder in his movements, and Rupert opened his eyes again to watch as he cleaned every drop of his essence from Rupert’s hand. He almost reminded Rupert of a sweet little puppy after a treat, the way he licked up the last splatters from his palm.

“Good boy,” Rupert told him when he was finished, and suppressed a chuckle. “Now, let’s get some sleep.”

***

The knocking on Lindsey’s hotel room door, besides having to piss three times already, was the only thing that had gotten Lindsey out of bed all day. He didn’t see any need to get up. He had the remote for the television in his hand, and the minibar right next to his bed, fully stocked with vodka, so he was good for the next little while, if stupidly lonely.

“Spike,” he greeted, completely unenthusiastically, after he swung the door open and saw the blond standing there, bottle of whiskey in one hand, box of pizza in the other.

Spike tilted his head and half smiled, holding up his offerings. “Your favourite,” he said nodding toward the bottle of bourbon. “They’ve probably got shite in this hotel. Not sure about the…” he trailed off, holding out the box of pizza. He wasn’t sure what Lindsey liked to eat. He’d never seen him consume anything besides alcohol and bar food, but he was pretty sure pizza was universal.

“You probably haven’t eaten,” he said, walking past Lindsey and into the room, looking around at the two queen-sized beds, dresser, table and television. It was plain, but not bad. “And just based on the fact that you were desperate enough to call me up and invite me over, I’m assuming you could do with a drink or twelve.”

“Thanks,” Lindsey mumbled in response, and shut the door. He’d called Spike about an hour ago, having gotten fed up with being alone with nothing to do after so long having someone always there. He’d called Rupert first, just wanted to hear his voice, wanted to talk to him, but there hadn’t been any answer. It was probably better that way. He didn’t know what he would have said, anyway.

He’d have probably just yelled at him, said something stupid again, apologised and tried to convince Rupert to take him back. And now that he saw Spike there, he was thinking that would have been a better way to spend his night. He was just going to make things worse like this.

“So, this joint get pay per view?” Spike asked, putting down the pizza and grabbing two glasses from the table, pouring them each a drink from his bottle. He handed one to Lindsey and then picked up the remote, switching the television on. “We could watch a movie, drink ourselves stupid, stuff our faces… you know, do what chicks do when they get their hearts broken.”

He had a feeling that he knew what Lindsey had wanted when he called him over, but that’s not what he came for. Lindsey was hurting, and likely to make some pretty stupid decisions, and Spike was only there to try to help him feel better. Odd that, considering they weren’t exactly friends.

“My heart’s not fuckin’ broken,” Lindsey protested, slurring his words slightly. He’d had quite a bit to drink, which was probably the only reason he’d dialled Spike’s number to begin with. “And I ain’t a girl. I don’t want to bond, or talk about my feelings or shit. I want to just… forget about everything for a while. I wanna fuck.”

“Now, normally,” Spike started, opening up the pizza box and taking a slice, hoping that giving his hands something to do would stop them from grabbing Lindsey and throwing him down on the bed like the other man no doubt wanted. “I’d tell you you’ve come to the right bloke, and have you naked with your arse in the air before you had time to think if you were doin’ the right thing or not.”

Lindsey took three quick steps toward Spike, snatching the pizza out of his hand and throwing it back into the box, grabbing the blond’s arms and holding them at his sides as he leaned forward and brutally smashed their mouths together.

Spike moaned and opened his mouth when Lindsey ground his cock against Spike’s hip, and pushed his own groin forward to increase the contact before he realised what he was doing. He quickly wrenched his arms free and pushed Lindsey away, watching the brunet stumble backward, balance somewhat lacking.

“Lindsey, no.”

“What the fuck?” Lindsey asked, confusion and anger written on his face. “All you’ve been doing for the past two weeks is trying to get into my pants. What the hell’s your problem now?”

“I just don’t think…”

“What?” he interrupted, almost snarling at Spike. How dare the fucker turn him down? “Is it cause you’ve already been there, done that, and now you’re just not interested anymore? Or is it because you managed to break up me and Rupert, and now that you’ve completely fucked me over you’re gonna go and try to hit on him again?”

“No! Lindsey, that’s not…”

“Well, don’t bother. He’s already found someone to replace me.”

“He what?!” Spike asked, watching the expression on Lindsey’s face change from outrage to misery at the last thing he said. Why the fuck did Rupert have to be such a bastard sometimes? Didn’t he know what this was doing to Lindsey?

“Yeah. Guess whores like me are pretty easy to come by.”

“Lindsey, you’re…” Spike wanted to say something to make him feel better, tell him he wasn’t a whore, but he’d already called him one, a couple of times. He was one, and if he told him he wasn’t, the man would easily see through the lie. “You’re not that easy to replace. You know as well as I do that he’s only doing this to try to prove a point, and the only reason he’s already got somebody else is so that he doesn’t have to sit around all day, thinkin’ about you, the way you are, thinkin’ about him. Just like the only reason you want to have sex with me right now is to try to make your own pain stop for a while.”

“So?” asked Lindsey, thinking that was a pretty damn good reason for sex. He didn’t say anything about Spike’s assessment of the situation with Rupert, but he hadn’t really thought of it that way before. It gave him hope, and he hated that, because what if Spike was wrong? What if Rupert just didn’t care about him at all, wasn’t thinking about him, really did prefer Wesley?

He just wanted to be able to stop thinking about it. He just wanted to fuck.

“So?” Spike repeated. “So for one thing, I’m not gonna let you use me to sort out your issues in your little relationship drama. And for another, you’re pissed. You don’t even really want me, you’re blaming me for what happened, and you’re gonna regret this afterward, just like last time.”

“God, what the fuck do you care?” Lindsey asked, moving closer to Spike again, grabbing him and turning them both around, pushing him toward the bed. “You’re gonna get laid. Shut the fuck up.”

“Lindsey,” Spike protested, as the back of his legs collided with the bed and he was pushed down on it, Lindsey climbing over top of him, holding him down. Fuck, Spike was trying to do the right thing, but Lindsey wasn’t making it easy. He was breathing heavy in his ear, hands pawing at his clothing, yanking up his shirt, unfastening his pants, kissing his neck. Spike wanted this just as bad as Lindsey did, but it was just a bad idea. “Think about this. It’s not really me you want.”

“No, it’s not,” Lindsey agreed, sliding his hand into Spike’s pants, fingers wrapping around his cock, squeezing and rubbing it to full hardness. “But he’s not here.”

Spike arched his back and twisted his head, the pleasure of Lindsey’s touch getting harder and harder to resist. “You’re gonna regret this,” Spike warned again. “We both are.”

Lindsey stopped moving his hand, but didn’t let go of Spike, and he lifted his head from Spike’s neck, looking down at him with slightly glossy eyes, filled with pleading and desperation. “Please,” he begged, voice a strained whisper. “I just need… Please.”

Spike couldn’t resist him after that.

They rid each other of their clothes quickly, rolling around on the bed in a naked tangle of limbs, kissing, touching desperately, rubbing against each other. Spike rolled Lindsey onto his back, breaking their kiss in favour of letting his tongue trail down the larger man’s neck, and chest, then swirl around one nipple before moving back up to his mouth.

He didn’t have any sort of romantic feelings for Lindsey, and he knew Lindsey didn’t for him either, but damn, the guy was hot, and he couldn’t help enjoying all this a little more than he probably should have. “Oh, pet,” he breathed against Lindsey’s vodka-soaked lips, nudging Lindsey’s thighs apart and settling himself between them. He adjusted his position so that his cock was dragging along Lindsey’s and down over his balls as he moved.

“Oh, yeah. Gonna fuck you so good, Lindsey.”

As soon as Spike had agreed to this, Lindsey brain had shut down, thinking about nothing but the pleasure they could take from each other, and he’d been happy to let Spike lead. But hearing Spike say that he was going to fuck him woke him up a little.

“No,” he said, shaking his head, sounding half-asleep and far away. “No, you can’t.”

“What? You started this, if I recall,” Spike pointed out, but he stopped moving, willing to stop right away if Lindsey had changed his mind. And then punch him in the face.

“Yeah,” Lindsey said, finding the strength and sobriety necessary to roll them over so that Spike was on the bottom. “Yeah, I did. And I want to finish it.”

Spike shrugged and then shivered, as Lindsey worked his way between his legs, lifting them up and back and rubbing the slick head of his erection over Spike’s hole. “Sure,” he said. “Whatever you like. But Lindsey, I know you like to be stuffed full of cock,” he’d have to after all that time with Rupert, “so what gives?”

“I can’t,” was Lindsey’s only answer as he shoved forward, making them both groan with pleasure. Spike was right, Lindsey loved to get fucked. But he couldn’t let anyone do that to him. Not anyone who wasn’t Rupert. He knew it was stupid, because Rupert had ended things between them, and it wasn’t exactly like he had to save himself anymore, but even if he wasn’t the one in Rupert’s bed at the moment, he liked to think he might be again. And there was no way in hell that would ever happen if he let someone else fuck him.

“It’s okay,” Spike told him, understanding what he hadn’t said and trying to sound soothing.

But it wasn’t really okay.

Lindsey fucked Spike quickly, bringing them both off in a matter of minutes, and after they’d come, Lindsey pulled out quickly and curled up next to Spike on the bed, burying his head in the smaller man’s shoulder and fell asleep, tears on his cheeks.

TBC