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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Previous Chapters

Chapter 17

It was Lindsey’s birthday, and he’d spent the day out with Charlie and some friends, first at the batting cages, and Lindsey had used that opportunity to work out a little of the aggression that had been building lately by swinging the bat so hard he’d just about threw out his shoulder. Then they’d gone to grab some pizza, and then to a bar to have a couple drinks.

That’s when his cell phone had rung, Rupert ‘asking’ him to meet back at his hotel room, immediately, since he was already there, waiting, and Rupert hated to be kept waiting. After Charlie made fun of him, snarling somewhat disapprovingly as he told him to ‘run on home to daddy’, he’d done just that. Said goodbye to his friends and got into a cab, and went, because Rupert had called.

He wasn’t even sure he knew how to do anything else. He couldn’t even imagine telling him ‘no’.

“Strip,” Rupert told him, when he walked in the door. He didn’t bother to say ‘hello’, or ‘nice to see you’ or ‘happy birthday’, just ‘strip’. So Lindsey did, smiling coyly at him and walking further into the room as he did. He’d had a few drinks, so he was feeling pretty pleasantly buzzed, and he was just glad that Rupert had called, had come to see him.

He came to stand in front of the older man, completely naked, let out a half groan, half sigh of relief when Rupert pulled him forward, crushing his mouth against his own. Minutes later Rupert was naked as well, and was manoeuvring them toward the bathroom.

“Shower,” he mumbled against Lindsey’s lips as they walked. He’d just come from the gym, and he hadn’t had a chance to shower before he’d gotten a phone call that Lindsey’s birthday present was in, and he’d been too excited not to rush down to the dealership right away and pick it up. “You can wash me.”

Of course the washing didn’t last long, just a few strokes of a soapy washcloth over Rupert’s wet skin between hungry kisses, before Lindsey had his legs wrapped around him, back against the beige tile of the hotel shower, as Rupert thrust into him, fingers digging hard into the soft flesh of Lindsey’s ass cheeks.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Lindsey gasped, hands on the back of Rupert’s shoulders pulling him closer. “Harder. Shit, just like that.” His lover’s cock was brushing against his prostate, driving his need even higher, his own erection rubbing against Rupert’s belly, giving just enough stimulation to send him over the edge.

Rupert followed shortly after, his own orgasm ripping through him at the first clenches of Lindsey’s tight heat around him. Dear God, but this was bliss. Lindsey was absolutely amazing. So responsive, so willing, so enthusiastic, and he was incredibly talented. He fell forward, head resting against the wall, shaky legs holding them both up, and ran his hands up and down Lindsey’s arms, wondering, not for the first time, why he couldn’t just be happy like this.

If he could commit to one person, to Lindsey, he knew it would eliminate almost all their problems, but that just wasn’t a possibility for him right now. And he was aware that he was being completely unfair to Lindsey, kicking him out, taking away his things, and still expecting him to do as he said. But he was still providing for him.

And he felt bad, because he liked Wesley. A lot. Could have seen himself incredibly happy with him, if he had never known Lindsey. But he did, and nobody would ever measure up, as far as he could tell. He’d go through the rest of his life comparing everyone to this beautiful boy in his arms just now, and knowing that he shouldn’t bother, because really, there was no comparison.

It was just a damn shame that they no longer wanted the same things.

“Dry off, darling,” Rupert suggested, lowering Lindsey to stand in the tub and opening the curtain, reaching for two towels, handing one to Lindsey. He was thankful for the spray of the shower, because if his eyes had been watering while he thought about how Lindsey’s soft, warm body wasn’t going to be there when he got home, not that they had been, the mist and droplets would have washed it away, made it invisible. “Let’s lay down for a while,” he said, placing a kiss to Lindsey’s forehead when they were mostly dry.

Lindsey nodded and they walked to the bed together. “Good idea. You wore me out, baby,” he smiled, and grabbed the older man’s hand, pulling him down with him onto the mattress, so that Rupert landed on top of him. Rupert kissed him affectionately, then rolled off to lie next to him, stretching out on the bed and closing his eyes.

“Nothing new there. The second your orgasm hits, you pass out. Typical male,” he smiled, and chuckled when Lindsey gave his arm a shove.

“You never seemed to mind,” Lindsey said, yawning, and rolling onto his side, facing Rupert, getting comfortable.

“Why would I?” Rupert asked, and let Lindsey slide his fingers through his own, and place their joined hands on Rupert’s stomach. “I get to have my way with you and then don’t have to listen to you blather on afterward. It’s prefect, really.”

“Well if it’s so perfect, then why…” Lindsey started, but his smile soon faded and he trailed off, realising that he shouldn’t have said anything. Not talking about it was probably the best way to handle it. If they didn’t think about Wesley, if Lindsey acted like nothing was wrong, then pretty soon nothing would be wrong. It was only a matter of time.

He hated himself for being such a pussy about it, for not just telling Rupert to go fuck himself, because Lindsey deserved better than what he was getting, but… he was in love. And people did stupid things when they were in love. It wouldn’t last forever, he knew, this situation. Either Rupert would wise up and take him back properly, or Lindsey would get tired of being used as an on-demand bootie call in a cheap hotel room, and leave.

He really hoped it would be the former.

“We had fun tonight, darling,” Rupert told him, and rubbed his thumb over Lindsey’s hand. “Let’s not start that just now.”

“I’m just sayin’, I’ll bet Wesley’s the needy type,” Lindsey said, sounding bitter. Hell, he was bitter. “Probably wants to tell you about his day, drink hot cocoa or some shit in bed together and snuggle.”

Rupert bristled slightly, not appreciating either the reminder of Wesley at a time like this, or what he’d implied about him. He liked Wesley, and he wasn’t nearly as lame as Lindsey made out. Maybe a bit… But Rupert knew that Lindsey had started to want those things too, sometime ago. “Need I point out that you’re the one with your forehead against my side and your arm around my waist? You shouldn’t be one to make fun of ‘snuggling’.”

“Rupert…”

“I’m sorry, Lindsey,” he said and sighed, turning to place a kiss on the top of Lindsey’s head. “I understand how you’re feeling, honestly. But you and I are done, and that was as much your decision as it was mine, whatever you want to say about it. If you’d like to move forward with this new arrangement, and I very much hope you do, you’ll need to get used to how things are.

“Wesley’s my lover now. You’re... something else.” He didn’t exactly know what to call Lindsey, because he’d never had someone in his position before. Sure, he’d slept with other people, some of them more than a few times, although Lindsey didn’t know about most of those. But he’d never had someone on the side, someone that he kept and went to, over and over again, and lied to his current lover about. He’d never had what he’d decided to have with Lindsey before, and it was unsettling, mostly because Lindsey was in the position of ‘other’. He’d never thought this sort of thing would happen. And if he wasn’t completely okay with it, he could only imagine how Lindsey felt.

“Yeah, I’m the random asshole that’s stupid enough to let you fuck him, even though he knows you go home to someone else every night.”

“You’re something, Lindsey” Rupert told him, sounding much more decisive than he felt. “You’re sure as bloody hell not that. You’re not random, you’re not stupid. You’re in love.”

“Yeah,” Lindsey groused, pulling his hand back and folding it into his chest. Of course the bastard had to go rubbing that in his face, when they both knew he couldn’t deny it. “So not stupid, just completely fuckin’ retarded.”

“You’re not that either,” Rupert said, putting his hand on Lindsey’s arm. “Just… human.”

“What about you?” Lindsey bit out, thinking that Rupert hadn’t seemed very human lately. He had no idea how he could just play with people’s feelings like he was, and how it didn’t even seem to bother him. Fuck! Lindsey desperately wished he could hate him.

“I didn’t want this either. But I… I feel for you, sweet, and I don’t want to let you go. Please don’t make me have to.” He really didn’t want to let him go, even though Rupert knew he was being selfish. He should let Lindsey go. He’d be happier that way, in time. But he just wasn’t ready. He needed Lindsey still, couldn’t imagine waking up without the option of going to him, of being with him. At some point, the day would come when he’d have to let him go, but it wasn’t today.

Lindsey squeezed his eyes shut tight, and moved just a little bit closer to Rupert on the bed, pushing his body tightly against the other man’s. “You know I could never do that. I want you, you stupid bastard, and I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“I want you too, love. But our situation has changed. We both need to deal with it.”

“I’m not stupid, you know,” Lindsey snarled. “I know I mean more to you than he does. Than anyone does. All I’m doing is waiting it out until you admit that to yourself.”

“I never said that wasn’t true,” Rupert acknowledged. “But it doesn’t matter. This is the way things are. Please. Just accept that.”

“You know I will,” Lindsey said, sounding pained, “I don’t have a choice.”

“Neither do I,” Rupert said, and it was as much to do with his feelings for Lindsey as his inability to do anything about them. “Just… get some sleep. You need it. You silly, drunk idiot.”

Lindsey snorted and put his arm around Rupert again, glad that he knew that Lindsey was drunk and was using it to give him an out, even though neither of them deserved it. It wasn’t just the alcohol talking when Lindsey confessed to feeling the way he did. “Yeah,” agreed, still not feeling comfortable, but how the hell could he?, and tried to relax.

He wasn’t sure about what was going to happen a few months from now, a year, ten, but for now, this was what he wanted, even if he hated himself for it.

“I love you,” he whispered, and placed a kiss to Rupert’s ribs, feeling like a moron, but trying to will himself to sleep, so that he could wake up and find that the past couple of weeks had been a bad dream.

“I… know,” Rupert answered, and pulled Lindsey closer, raising the blanket up over both their bodies, giving them warmth and comfort.

***

Lindsey woke up sometime later, 11:17pm, by the clock on the table, and when he did Rupert was gone. Big surprise. He tried to bury the chill of waking up alone after falling asleep next to someone, and sat up, reaching for the two Tylenol’s and glass of water that Rupert had thoughtfully left for him, on the nightstand.

He shouldn’t feel like this, shouldn’t be wasting his time on someone who would never give him wanted he wanted, should just find someone better for him. He wasn’t an idiot. But there was no-one like Rupert. No-one in the world. And even if he was a world class asshole, it didn’t change the fact that Lindsey was in deep.

Fuck, he was in trouble.

He considered just falling back down onto the bed, falling asleep again and thinking about it tomorrow, but just before he turned, just before he fell, he caught sight of a glint of shiny metal on top of a folded piece of paper on the dresser.

So he couldn’t help but get up, walk the four steps, and pick up what turned out to be a set of keys, slipping his middle finger into the ring, and playing the four keys over his fingers, considering.

He put them back down and picked up the sheet of paper, unfolding it, and reading the few lines. ‘Happy birthday, darling,’ it said simply, along with an address very close to Rupert’s apartment, and the number of a parking space.

He got dressed and packed his bag, leaving the hotel key card on the dresser and filling out the check-out form, then headed down to the lobby and asked for a cab. It showed up quickly, and he directed the driver to take him to the address Rupert had given him.

It didn’t take long to get there, and when they arrived he paid the driver, and got out, admiring the building. It didn’t look as nice as Rupert’s, but it was a hell of a lot nicer than the hotel Lindsey had been staying in. He walked toward the entrance, but stopped after a few steps, and turned, walking across the parking lot, looking for the space Rupert had indicated in his note.

And there, in space 14a, was the new corvette that Lindsey had been checking out, the one he didn’t even know that Rupert knew he wanted. Shit, why couldn’t the stupid son of a bitch just admit the way he felt about Lindsey? It was clearly something significant, it didn’t take a fuckin’ genius to see that, but he was so damn stubborn!

Lindsey walked over to the car and put the key into the lock, opening the door and getting inside. It was amazing. Exactly what he’d wanted, and he closed his eyes against the tears that threatened to fall when he thought again of how Rupert had picked this out for him, how well he must know him, and how much he must have been paying attention, despite his pretence of indifference.

It just wasn’t fair, and he deserved so much better than this. He wasn’t counting on it though, hoping that would make it hurt less when he inevitably didn’t get it, and stepped back out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him. He shook off his thoughts, trying not to let them bother him, and tried to just concentrate on the good things about today. He still had an entire apartment to check out.

***

Rupert made sure to leave Lindsey’s hotel early enough to get home to Wesley before his new toy had time to get suspicious. He knew it was silly, that Wesley had nothing to be suspicious about, because Rupert had told him up front that he’d be fucking around, but he also knew that Wesley had a problem with it.

Normally that wouldn’t bother him, and if someone had a problem with what he was doing, he’d invite them to leave, and not look back when they did. But he genuinely liked Wesley, and felt guilty about what was going on with Lindsey, because he knew it was unfair to both his lovers.

It was unavoidable, though. Lindsey had, by his actions with Spike, told him that he wanted out, that he wanted things he couldn't have. Rupert had tried to let him go, but he wasn't at all surprised that he was unable to do it. And for now, he was selfish enough to keep Lindsey, at least for a little while. Lindsey was like an addiction, and Rupert had never been any good at going cold turkey.

Wesley didn’t need to know that, however. Wesley was the one that Rupert would go home to from now on, regardless of how any of them wished things, and Rupert didn’t want to have to hurt him by having him know that he hadn’t gotten rid of Lindsey completely.

“You’re home earlier than I thought you’d be,” Wesley said, smiling and walking down the hall to meet Rupert with a kiss as he came in. Rupert had been out for the evening, taking care of some business, whatever that meant, since Wesley knew he didn’t really work, and then hitting the gym. Wesley hadn’t expected him home until much later than half ten, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. “I’m glad.”

“As am I, lover,” Rupert told him, smiling back and toeing off his shoes, before following Wesley down the hall into the living room. “It’s been a long day, and I’m looking forward to just cozying up on the sofa, and watching the news. Could you be a dear and fetch me a drink?” Wesley really should have known by now to have a drink waiting, but as Rupert was feeling a little bit on the guilty side, he didn’t feel like he needed to point it out.

“Yes,” Wesley agreed, immediately, shaking his head as if he knew he should have thought of that. “Of course. You go and sit down, I’ll get it right away.”

“Thank you darling,” Rupert told him, kissing Wesley again. “I have no idea what I’d do without you.”

Wesley blushed and rushed off to the kitchen, and Rupert tilted his head, watching his backside as he went. Despite everything, he couldn’t deny that Wesley was really quite something to look at, and even though he was currently spent, he still felt a delicious stirring in his groin. Wesley was certainly very good for his libido, not that it would be suffering in any way without him.

Wesley met him on the couch a few minutes later, a scotch for Rupert and a cup of tea for himself, and sat down next to the older man, handing over the glass and putting a hand on his knee. “Don’t worry,” Wesley said, voice carrying a certain amount of humour as well as being slightly embarrassed and perhaps just a little bit defensive. “I’m not going to ask how your day was.”

Rupert forced a smile and put down the remote after he’d switched the television to the news, and placed his hand over Wesley’s on his leg. He really didn’t want to get into anything at the moment. “It was fine, Wesley. I accomplished my errands, got a good work out in, and now I’m happy to be home, with you. Thank you for asking.”

Wesley closed his eyes briefly as Rupert leaned in to kiss him, and then relaxed back into the couch cushions. “I don’t mean to pry, you know that,” Wesley said. “I just want to know about you.”

“It’s fine, darling,” Rupert said, fingers moving up and down over Wesley’s, threading them through the younger man’s. He wished Wesley would just shut the hell up about it. He was well aware that Wesley was only doing what came naturally to him, trying to treat Rupert as a boyfriend, because that’s what he was used to when he was sleeping with someone, living with someone, and it only made Rupert feel worse about lying to him.

He should tell him the truth, tell him he’d been out with someone else. He normally would have, but it being Lindsey that he was with, made it different than most times, and he really thought Wesley would be better off not knowing. Rupert didn’t want to have to deal with the headache.

“I’d like very much for us to know about each other. And I promise you, in time, we will. But it won’t happen over night, and it won’t happen just by telling each other the inane details of our days. It will happen as it happens, when we watch a movie together, or read the same book, or read something in the paper that we can’t help but talk about. Little details, the important ones, will trickle through, and one day we’ll wake up and not remember what it was like to not know each other as well as we do.”

“I know I’m being pushy,” Wesley told him. “I’m so sorry. You’re completely right. I just… this…” he paused, not wanting to use the word ‘relationship’, even though Rupert had on a number of occasions, because he wasn’t stupid enough to believe that that was what his lover truly thought they had. “Thing,” he settled on, almost cringing at how that sounded, “between us developed much more quickly than I’m used to, and I suppose I’m just trying to speed up all the other non-sexual parts of… this, so that it seems on par with what we already have.”

Rupert took a sip of his drink, and then another, and then downed the remainder before placing the empty glass on a coaster on the side table. “It will happen, Wesley. But as I said, we’ll not be boyfriends, we won’t fall in love, we won’t live happily ever after, and this relationship will never mean anything more than sex, service in exchange for lifestyle, and mutual companionship. And I’ve no intention of letting you go anywhere, anytime soon, so we can’t possibly avoid getting to know each other better. Just… give it time.”

“I can do that,” Wesley agreed, and put his untouched mug of tea down before running his hand across Rupert’s stomach. “And in the mean time…,” he said, trying his best to waggle his eyebrows seductively, and slipping his fingers underneath the waistband of Rupert’s pants.

“Not tonight, gorgeous,” Rupert said regretfully, almost groaning as he took Wesley’s wrist in his hand, stopping him from exploring further. Damn, but this would be so much easier if he were twenty years younger.

“But…” Wesley said, confused, but stilling his questing hand. “I thought… that… that you wanted me to… as part of our…”

“Nobody ever said you weren’t incredibly bright, darling,” Rupert told him, regretting the fact that he had to talk about this at all. “But I don’t require it every night. Sometimes I’d just like to do this. Sit with you, just be together without being sexual.” He didn’t mention the reason that he wasn’t feeling entirely sexual at the moment, and sort of hoped that this ‘nice guy’ personality would help to endear him to Wesley further, help to make sure that the sweet young man would stick around.

It wasn’t even a lie, either. He didn’t want sex every night, and he really did want companionship, and he had a very strong feeling that Wesley could give him what he wanted. Since he could no longer get it from Lindsey.

“Am I not…” Wesley started, slipping his fingers out of Rupert’s pants and sitting up strait. “Not allowed to initiate something between us simply because I’m in the mood for it, without it being all about what you want?”

“You’re allowed to try,” Rupert told him. “Sometimes I’ll indulge you, sometimes I won’t. Don’t go forgetting already that my needs come first between us. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of, Wesley, make sure you’re happy. But around here, my word is law. Don’t go acting like that’s news.”

“No,” Wesley said, rolling his eyes and sounding quite sarcastic. “I just slipped for a moment and thought that I was human being, and not just a convenience.”

“Wesley,” Rupert sighed and turned to face, him, cupping the younger man’s cheek in his palm and turning his face toward him. “Don’t be like this. I just wanted a nice evening with you,” he said, thumb moving back and forth across Wesley’s cheek bone. “And if you’re really in the mood,” he added, smiling a crooked smile, “then I suppose I can help you out with that.”

“Don’t do me any favours,” Wesley grumbled, but then sucked in a sharp breath and tensed his body when Rupert’s hand slid into his lap, cupping his flaccid cock through his pants.

“Why shouldn’t I?” Rupert wondered, seriously considering the question. He wasn’t inclined to do favours, but he couldn’t think of a good reason why not. It didn’t undermine his authority. If anything, it made him more likeable, more valuable, that he would put someone else’s needs before his own. “You do favours for me all the time. It only makes sense that I might reciprocate.”

“Really?” Wesley asked, narrowing his eyes and looking at Rupert as if was expecting some sort of catch. And then his lover clenched his fingers around his dick, pulled on it almost painfully, and Wesley cried out in pleasure, arching up into the touch, and he forgot about any arguments he might have had.

“Would you like me to do you a favour, Wesley?” Rupert asked around a teasing smile, rubbing the flat of his palm across Wesley’s hardening cock.

Wesley nodded wordlessly, spreading his thighs slightly, and putting his hand down over Rupert’s, adding much desired pressure to his touch.

“Can I take that as a yes?”

“Yes,” Wesley breathed out. “Oh, God, Rupert, yes.”

“Excellent,” Rupert told him, and moved his hand from under Wesley’s to unfasten his pants. “Now close your eyes, and let me take care of things.”

Wesley was impressive. He did exactly as Rupert commanded, closed his eyes, didn’t even open them a crack, didn’t move, didn’t try to rush things, didn’t even make a sound, but for the occasional gasp and moan. He was definitely better at this than Lindsey had been at the start, and that made Rupert all the more determined to make him twitch.

And he tried. Used every trick he knew, all the skill he could recall with his hand on Wesley’s exposed cock, the calculated licks and nips and kisses on Wesley’s neck and ear and lips. But Wesley remained still, used all of his force of will that he’d been taught in the last week and a half to take whatever Rupert decided to give him, and be happy with it.

And Rupert, true to form, did not disappoint.

It lasted longer than he’d thought it would, probably almost twenty minutes, until Rupert gave up on trying to get Wesley to misbehave, and gave in, stroking him to a completely mind-blowing climax. Wesley keened and bucked and shot his seed out over Rupert’s hand and his pants, screwing up his face in pleasure and collapsing back into the couch.

“Shit, Rupert,” he heaved, hand reaching out for his lover blindly. “Damn, but that was something. I don’t even want to think about how much practice you must have had, because… Wow.”

“I’m very glad you enjoyed yourself, Wesley,” Rupert said, nudging his nose against Wesley cheek and placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “And I did as well. Now,” he suggested, pulling away and making himself comfortable on the couch. “Why don’t you fetch me another drink, and then you can drink your tea while we watch what’s left of the news?”

TBC