RockStarPeach

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 14

A week had passed, and things between Rupert and Wesley had been good. They’d spent most of their time together, getting to know each other, both in and out of bed, and Rupert found that he’d been right about Wesley. He had been a good choice. They got on very well, had a lot of common interests, a similar sense of humour, and most importantly, once Wesley had started to loosen up some, the sex was fantastic.

Wesley had been doing very well in his new role. Putting Rupert’s needs before his own hadn’t been difficult to get used to, because he was a generous person by nature, when he cared about someone, and he did care about Rupert. He was aware that he was primarily around for a sexual relationship with the older man, but Rupert was kind to him, they had fun together, and he could see being happy with him as a very real possibility for the future.

Wesley had wanted to keep his apartment at first, not to live there, exactly, but just to have a place that was his, and suggested just moving some of his more essential items into Rupert’s apartment, and spending most of his time there. Rupert of course had insisted that Wesley give him old place immediately, and move in. He found that it helped things to run a little smoother with his lovers if they didn’t have a place readily available to go in case of any trouble.

Wesley hadn’t had much to move, his apartment had come furnished, and the only things he owned were his clothing, and a few books, photos and trinkets, and they packed up easily. In fact, he kept most of them in his office at work. It was nicer than his apartment.

And during their first week together, Wesley kept Rupert busy enough that he didn’t think about Lindsey nearly as much as he feared he would.

Lindsey’s week hadn’t gone as well as Rupert’s had.

It hadn’t been horrible, which Lindsey had to think was at least something, but he had been miserable, lonely, missing his fancy apartment and personal chef and his playstation, and his lover.

He’d spent most of his time alone in his hotel room, staring at the television or the wall, or at the crappy bar across the street, drinking by himself, and trying to decide what the hell he was going to do now. He’d called Rupert a couple of times, but hadn’t gotten an answer and didn’t want to leave a message. He didn’t think Rupert would call him back, anyway.

He’d been to Willie’s once, maybe to see Spike, he didn’t really know, or maybe just to go somewhere that he’d been with Rupert so many times. But he hadn’t gotten three feet inside when he saw Rupert there, with Wesley, and he hadn’t wanted to have to watch them together, so he’d left and went back to his hotel room.

Spike had come to see him once, a couple of days after they’d woken up together, naked and sticky and hung over, and like Spike said they would, regretting what had happened the night before. They’d fucked again the second night. Not really because either of them had been able to deny some sort of attraction, but because it helped Lindsey deal. Plus, it was fun.

And afterward they’d watched that movie that Spike had suggested the first time, and ordered room service and Lindsey actually managed to laugh a few times. It felt good to not be alone.

**

“Hello, Lindsey,” Rupert said into the receiver, cradling the telephone against his cheek. It was the middle of the afternoon on a Thursday, and he was home alone, Wesley out at work. He had seen Lindsey’s name on the call display a number of times over the past week, but this was the first time he’d answered the phone. Things were over between them, and he couldn’t see any gain in the two of them speaking. If anything, it would only make it harder, and besides, if it was important, Lindsey would have left a message.

And yet, for some reason he hadn’t thought through exactly, he decided to pick up this time.

“Hey,” Lindsey said, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. Great. Now he had Rupert on the phone, something he’d been trying to accomplish for days, what the hell was he supposed to say to him? “I just, uh… Just wanted to let you know where I’m staying.” Well, that was marginally better than ‘please take me back, I’m miserable without you’, which was what they both knew he was thinking.

“And what makes you think I’d care where you’re staying?” Rupert asked, trying to keep his voice level. He was right, hearing from Lindsey was making it much harder. He’d been doing well, not thinking about him so far, the fact that he had Wesley to keep him occupied was helping a great deal, but now… Now he was reminded all over again of what he’d lost. He… missed Lindsey. But he couldn’t just forgive what he’d done to him.

“Because you’re paying for it,” Lindsey snarled, pissed off that Rupert couldn’t just get through one lousy conversation without making Lindsey feel like shit. “Figured you’d like to know where your money’s going.”

Rupert heaved a sigh. “I’m sorry,” he told Lindsey. “I… Yes, I should know where you are, just in case… Well, just in case.”

“I…” Lindsey started, wanted to say ‘I miss you’, but Rupert no doubt already knew that, and it wouldn’t do any good. “I’m staying at a hotel.”

***

Rupert jotted down the address of the hotel and the room number on a sheet of paper and stuffed it into his pocket. Damn Lindsey. Now that Rupert had spoken to him, now that he knew where to find him, there was no question that he would go to see him.

After more than four years of having Lindsey by his side it was odd, to say the least, to suddenly not have the man around anymore. Wesley was good. Wesley was amazing, and now that he’d started to get used to him he had no intention of letting him go, but it was more difficult that he could have imagined being without Lindsey.

If Lindsey was surprised, two hours later, when Rupert walked into his hotel room, having used a keycard that Lindsey definitely hadn’t given him, he didn’t show it. Money and charm could get you just about anything, and he suspected that Rupert had used both to gain access.

He hadn’t really expected him to show up there, though. At least not this soon. He stood up from the table where he was sitting, pretending to work on a crossword puzzle, but mostly just randomly doodling on the paper, and looked at his ex-lover. “Hey.”

Rupert didn’t say anything, just looked him up and down hungrily, and for the first time Lindsey was glad that the climate control in his room was broken and it was hotter than hell in there, forcing him to go shirtless. He loved the look Rupert was giving him, had missed it intensely, and his dick hardened instantly when Rupert’s gaze landed on his chest and he nibbled on his lower lip.

The older man toed off his shoes and slipped out of his jacket, dropping it on the floor, and Lindsey didn’t know whether it was going to be very good or very bad for him that Rupert was obviously too interested in other things to bother hanging it up.

It was much too hot in the room, and Lindsey’s skin had sheen of sweat that Rupert very much wanted to lick clean. He started to move forward, and cracked the tiniest of smiles when Lindsey moved back, obviously unsure of his intentions. “Lindsey,” Rupert said in warning, and the younger man froze where he was. That still worked. Good to know.

Rupert slowly crossed the room to stand in front of Lindsey, raising one hand and placing it on the back of Lindsey’s neck, drawing him closer. He left bare millimetres between their lips, their noses pressed side by side, and they both shared several long, shaky breaths.

Coming here had been such a terrible mistake. Rupert knew that with absolute certainty now, but he also knew that it was much too late to turn around and leave. His weakness for Lindsey was significant, it always had been. He pandered to him too much, let him away with things he shouldn’t have, because he cared for him, and it made him happy, and he needed him, on some level. And now that he was with him again, he was going to have an even harder time letting go.

“Rupert,” Lindsey whispered, the word unsteady and uncertain on his lips as he closed his eyes. This was what he’d been wanting for the past week, and now that it was a possibility he couldn’t think straight, and the fear that it wasn’t what it looked like, that Rupert wasn’t going to press their lips together, touch him, fuck him, was almost crippling.

“You didn’t let him fuck you, did you?” Rupert asked, not sure if he could handle that. He’d dumped Lindsey, he knew that, and couldn’t realistically think he could retain control of him, but the thought of his boy with someone else was too much.

Lindsey shook his head, slowly, swallowing around a lump in his throat. He hadn’t. He hadn’t let Spike fuck him, though he’d wanted to. He’d done something worse than that. A long time ago. Tears started to prick the corners of his eyes as he thought of his lie, and knew that if he wanted things to change, if he wanted this to work out, he needed to be honest. And now was the time.

“But I…” he started, then stopped, salty drops now falling from his eyes, and he turned his head from one side to the other, wiping his cheeks on his shoulders, trying to dry them.

“Lindsey,” Rupert warned, not having the patience for any of this, and just wanting to hear the truth. And the truth was, it didn’t matter. Whatever Lindsey had done with Spike, it didn’t matter. He knew Lindsey was his, and wouldn’t ever see Spike again if Rupert asked, and he damn sure planned on asking. Demanding, because it made him feel better.

“I… You weren’t the first,” Lindsey spewed out quickly, looking down, too afraid to meet his lover’s eyes.

Rupert shot a hand forward and gripped his fingers tight over Lindsey’s arm, the rough action forcing the younger man’s eyes up. He didn’t say anything, couldn’t think of anything to say at that moment. Lindsey couldn’t actually be saying what Rupert thought he was saying.

“I’m sorry,” Lindsey said, quickly, not waiting for Rupert to speak. He knew it would just be bad. “It was a long time ago, before we even met, and I knew…” he paused and swallowed again, Rupert’s grip even tighter on his arm. “Knew you wouldn’t want me if I… if I’d let someone else…”

“Lindsey,” Rupert growled, needing for this to stop, now. He didn’t know how much more he could take. Lindsey was his, had always been his, and only his. Finding out that someone else had been up his arse was an almost crippling bit of knowledge. It hurt. A lot. And he was pissed off. But Lindsey was his now, and he really needed to get a handle on this jealous streak of his, he knew, and he bit his tongue, trying not to say something, trying not to punch Lindsey in the nose for deceiving him like that.

He couldn’t let the boy know he cared that much.

“Yeah, okay,” Lindsey continued, after taking a breath. “I mean, you know I’ve fucked lots of people before, so it shouldn’t…”

“Yes, I know that,” Rupert cut him off, the shortness of his words preventing any sort of explanation that Lindsey thought might be useful. He didn’t care how many people Lindsey had fucked, and how often, and in what positions. That didn’t matter. What mattered, was that he wasn’t the first inside him, like the boy had promised him, and the knowledge was like nails down the back of Rupert’s brain, grating and painful, and impossible to reverse.

“I let somebody… you know,” Lindsey said, cringing, hoping that Rupert wouldn’t hit him. He’d only hit him once before, but the offence was significantly less than this, and it had hurt!

“Yes,” Rupert snapped, pulling his hand back from Lindsey’s arm. “I get the picture.”

“So…?” Lindsey hedged, both wanting and not wanting to hear what Rupert would say about it. Oh, God, this was his worst nightmare, looking into Rupert’s eyes as he gave away the one secret that could effectively end things, with even more finality than what he’d done with Spike.

“Shut up,” Rupert said, low, and cold, and dangerous. He didn’t need to hear this. Things were fucked up enough, and yes, this made it ten times worse, at least in his mind, but as Lindsey said, it had been a long time ago, and he’d belonged to Rupert for years now, with no-one else ever having a taste.

He was going to be damn angry for a while, that was certain, but honestly, at this point, that revelation wasn’t the worst of their worries.

He’d deal with it. He’d have to.

“Baby?” Lindsey asked tentatively, brushing his fingers across Rupert’s chest, trying to get his attention back, get the conversation going again, desperate to find out what would happen.

“I said shut up!” Rupert hissed, hand closing over Lindsey’s and pushing it away, hard.

And then Rupert kissed him. It was soft at first, just the barest touch of lips on lips, and then Rupert opened his mouth slightly, parting Lindsey’s lips as he did, tongue slipping out to run across Lindsey’s upper lip before he took it gently between his teeth.

Lindsey gasped softly at the action and then Rupert kissed the place he’d just bitten, before becoming more aggressive, and yet equally gentle, and sweeping his tongue out further, and into Lindsey’s welcoming mouth.

Rupert’s other hand moved to Lindsey’s back, jerking him forward to press their lower bodies together as they kissed, and Lindsey nearly squeaked, and became even harder, if that was possible, and suddenly began kissing back.

They kept at it for a very long time, just necking, pawing at each other like teenagers, and it was much sweeter than anything Lindsey was used to between them, especially considering the circumstances. Eventually though Rupert stepped back enough to strip his shirt off, and then turn them, walking Lindsey backward toward the bed.

His hands went to Lindsey’s zipper, pulling it down and the sliding his jeans and underwear down, before he pushed the younger man down on the bed with a firm hand on his chest. Lindsey leaned up a little bit, moving his arms so that he could push himself back and up, to give Rupert some room, but Rupert’s hands on his legs stopped him.

“Stay there,” Rupert told him, and knelt down by the side of the bed, working Lindsey’s legs free of his clothing. Lindsey’s legs were bent and his feet were on the floor, and he laid himself back down so that his back was flat, and he was looking down his naked body at Rupert, kneeling between his legs. Fuck, he was pretty sure he was going to come before Rupert even touched him.

“Don’t come,” Rupert warned and then approximately two seconds later he had swallowed Lindsey’s cock down the base, and had three fingers inside him.

Lindsey screamed, the intense pleasure a sharp contrast to the sting of being stretched so suddenly, and arched his back, clenching his fists tightly. Don’t come. Yeah, right. He managed to relax very slightly as Rupert’s fingers stilled temporarily, to give him some time to adjust, and he pulled his head back slowly, mouth suctioned tightly to the shaft.

But then Rupert’s tongue slid across the slit at the head of Lindsey’s cock, and his fingers twisted and pressed hard against his prostate, and Lindsey grunted, fisting the blanket to prevent himself from thrusting forward into Rupert’s throat. He knew better than to even think about doing that.

Things only got more difficult for him though, because Rupert didn’t let up. His movements only got harder, faster, better, driving Lindsey so close to release that he was pretty sure he was going to bite through his own tongue in an effort not to disobey him. It shouldn’t really matter, not anymore, not now that things had officially ended between them. But if this was another start, and Lindsey desperately hoped it was, he needed to be a good boy. Besides, in these types of situations especially, he desperately wanted to obey his lover, mind and body.

They sometimes did this, or something like this. Rupert would bring Lindsey to the edge, over and over again, giving him just enough time to almost recover in between, and Lindsey knew he wasn’t allowed to come until Rupert did.

This time was different. Rupert was relentless, pressing on his prostate repeatedly, and each time swallowing around the tip of his cock, fingers tickling his balls. And he wasn’t giving him any time to regroup, and chance to stave off what they both knew was coming, just kept him on the edge, almost pushing him over.

“Babe,” Lindsey gasped, almost breathless from the effort to keep control of his body. “You gotta stop.”

Rupert pulled back, but only for as long as it took to say, “I don’t ‘gotta’ do anything, darling. I’ll do as I please with you, and you will do as I say. Don’t come.” And then he swallowed Lindsey down again.

Lindsey moaned again, only this time it was almost in pain. He needed to come so fuckin’ bad, he was pretty sure his balls were going to burst. “Rupert… I can’t…” he warned, thrashing his head around, doing his very best. “I’m gonna…”

And then Rupert sucked, hard, and Lindsey lost it. He shouted out in pained relief, filling Rupert’s mouth with his spunk, and Oh, fuck, but knowing that’s what was happening just made him come harder. He could count on one hand the number of times that Rupert’s lips had even touched his cock, and he’d never before been allowed to shoot in his mouth, and it turned him on beyond reason.

“Shit, babe, I’m sorry,” Lindsey apologised, sucking in deep breaths. “I tried. I’m sorry.”

Rupert just stood and raised an eyebrow, leaning down over Lindsey and tapping him on the chin. Lindsey’s mouth opened almost automatically, and Rupert pressed his lips to Lindsey’s, opening his own mouth and feeding Lindsey his cum. Lindsey’s tongue came out to lick the mess from Rupert’s, and he swallowed it down quickly and without complaint before licking his lips and taking another much needed breath. “Shit, that was…”

“I told you not to come, Lindsey,” Rupert interrupted. “What part of that did you not understand?”

“I couldn’t help myself,” Lindsey answered. “You make me feel so fuckin’ good, I’ve wanted to shoot since about ten seconds after you walked in the door.”

“Flattering as that is, lover,” Rupert told him, standing and stripping off his pants. “The bottom line is, you disobeyed me. Now you’ll have to be punished.”

Lindsey sat up slightly and nodded, almost in a daze. That orgasm had rocked him, and he wasn’t quite recovered yet. But, Rupert had a point. He’d disobeyed. He’d also lied, but he was happy his lover wasn’t bringing that up right now. He watched as Rupert sat down on the bed next to him, naked now as well, hard cock sticking out from between his legs, and grabbed Lindsey by the arm, pulling and twisting and forcing the younger man face down over his lap.

Lindsey obviously hadn’t put two and two together yet, because when Rupert’s hand came down, hard, on his bare ass, Lindsey jerked and shouted and squirmed in pain and surprise. Rupert just held him tighter, one hand pushing down on his back to keep him still while the other rained blow after blow, each one harder than the last, on his soft cheeks and upper thighs.

It fuckin’ hurt. Rupert didn’t hurt him very often, and never before because he was angry about something, and after about the twentieth stroke Lindsey had tears in his eyes that were only partly to do with the torturous sting of each slap against his reddened, tender ass. He didn’t ask Rupert to stop though. He probably wouldn’t have listened. They both knew that this was about more than just Lindsey coming without permission. He’d done that before, a lot, and his punishment was usually a lot more fun than this.

Eventually Rupert did stop though, and pushed Lindsey away, dumping him unceremoniously on the floor, landing on his sore backside. Rupert winced internally as Lindsey hissed at the pain and looked up at him, wiping a tear from his cheek with the back of his hand.

Rupert stood then, grabbed Lindsey by his hair and yanked his head backward, shoving his own hard cock into his mouth, hammering the back of his throat. Lindsey was choking, if the sputtering and attempted coughing were anything to go by, and Rupert pulled back only slightly to allow him a small breath before pushing back in again, harder than before.

Lindsey would be bruised, both his arse and his throat, when this was over, and Rupert felt terrible. He didn’t even know why he was doing this. He wasn’t even all that turned on, just wanted to make some kind of point, he supposed, not that he knew what that point was. Maybe it was that no matter what had happened between them, he still owned Lindsey, always would, if he wanted to, and that he could do with him as he liked. Even if he was no longer keeping him.

Maybe it was that there was a bigger price to pay than a change of address for betraying him. Maybe it was that he was still hurting, that he missed him, that he didn’t want to let go.

Lindsey could barely breath, his ass still hurt and the tears were still falling, although now that had a lot more to do with the choking and the fear that went along with being denied oxygen than the pain. He still didn’t ask Rupert to stop.

He probably could have, now, and the man would have listened if he did. Rupert had never done anything to him, sexually speaking, that he hadn’t agreed to. He’d always made it clear that Lindsey was free to say no to whatever he wanted, and he knew exactly where the door was if he did. But this was different. And maybe they both needed it.

Rupert came quickly, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible, and when he was finished he drew back, bending down in front of Lindsey and rubbing a soothing hand over the man’s neck as he coughed and wheezed and tried not to inhale Rupert’s cum.

When Lindsey stopped coughing Rupert helped him stand and then went into the bathroom, coming back with a glass of water and handing it to Lindsey, who took it gratefully. He took a large, greedy swallow, and winced as he did, his mouth and the back of his throat still sore. They probably would be for a while, but that was okay.

Rupert sighed and took the glass from him, putting it down on the table and giving Lindsey a gentle nudge in the direction of the bed. He helped him lay down and then got in next to him, pulling the covers up over them before wrapping his arms around Lindsey, kissing him softly on the head.

Lindsey half wanted to punch the stupid bastard, he really did, but a bigger half was just happy to have him back.

“I’m sorry,” he croaked, voice hoarse from the rough treatment. He wasn’t really sure what he was apologising for, everything that had gone wrong, probably, but it didn’t really matter. He was in Rupert’s arms, and that was where he belonged. Now he just had to see about getting back into his apartment.

“Shhh,” Rupert told him, holding him tighter. “Me too, darling. So sorry. Just… get some rest. I’ll be here.”

Lindsey let out a shaky breath and moved closer to Rupert, resting his head on Rupert’s chest and putting and arm around his stomach.

“You’re an asshole,” he mumbled, cracking a tiny smile and giving the older man a squeeze.

Yes, Rupert thought. Yes, I am. Instead of saying that though, he let out a small, forced chuckle, and ran his hand up and down Lindsey’s bare back. “Rest,” he said again.

Lindsey closed his eyes and did as Rupert suggested, even though it was barely seven o’clock, and before ten minutes had passed, they were both sleeping.

TBC