RockStarPeach

Happy Birthday blondebitz!!  I know, I know.  It's not Splindsey and I'm sorry.  The next part will be, but I just haven't written it yet.  Soon though I promise!  Hope you have a great day, honey :)

Title:  Hat-Trick:  Overtime - Friday with Angel
Pairing:  Lindsey/Angel
Summary:  Ex-hooker Lindsey runs into a previous client at the grocery store.
A/N:  So, does anyone remember I story I wrote years ago called Hat-Trick?  Yeah, didn't think so.  Anyway, Lindsey was working as a hooker to put himself through school and we got to follow him around for a weekend as he visited Angel, Spike and Wesley.  This is the sequel.  There will be two more parts at some point.  All parts can be read on their own.

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Lindsey rounded the corner, manoeuvring his shopping cart smoothly from the produce section down the canned foods aisle.  He picked up a couple of tins of tomatoes off the shelf and tossed them in his buggy, along with the vegetables, meat and fruit, and kept walking, looking for the dried pasta.  Spaghetti was easy, and quick, and he was working a lot of long hours these days, hoping for a promotion, so he didn’t have a lot of time to spend on things like cooking.

He’d graduated law school four years ago, and he’d been at Wolfram and Hart for over three.  They liked what they saw so far, but if he was going to move up, maybe make junior partner some day, he had to put in the time.

He looked down at the food in his cart again, looked at his watch, and frowned.  It was already after ten on a Friday night, and he was tired, and he didn’t even think he had the energy to put together that simple supper.  Fuck it, he thought, shrugging and heading to the back of the store and the frozen foods section.  He’d cook tomorrow. 

He pushed his cart past the ice cream and pies and French fries, and stopped at the frozen meals, waiting as the man who was already standing at the door filled his small basket with probably at least a dozen Hungry Man dinners.  Wow.  This guy must be even more of a workaholic than he was.  Either that, or the toxic bachelor type.  Probably both.

He had a pretty decent body from behind, especially for someone who probably ate nothing but reheated fried chicken and potatoes, and as Lindsey looked him up and down appreciatively, he decided that he needed to find more time in his busy schedule to get laid.  He hadn’t gotten any in a while and it was starting to get him.  Which was actually pretty funny, because back in his college days he’d longed to be able to go months at a time without any sex.  But since getting fucked had been how he made money, that hadn’t been possible.

The man closed the freezer door once he was finished, his basket as full as it could get, and turned around.

“Sorry,” he said, smiling blindly as he moved, seeing someone there and instinctively apologising for being in the way.  His smile faded when he looked at Lindsey though, replaced by a frown of concentration.  “Hey, you look familiar,” the man said, trying to think where he knew him from.

He looked familiar to Lindsey too, and Lindsey smiled at him, not quite able to place him.  He was cute though.  Lindsey wished he could remember.

Then the man’s eyes widened briefly and his face turned a mild shade of pink.  He ducked his eyes down at his shopping basket a few times before looking back up, smiling shyly.  “Lindsey, right?” the guy asked.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Lindsey said.  “Sorry, I can’t quite remember…” he trailed off, tilting his head.  Maybe he was a client?  Someone who worked at his firm?

“Sorry,” the guy said, again, and he blushed even deeper.  “I just… the suit, you know?” he said, gesturing vaguely at Lindsey’s outfit.  “Different.  Didn’t recognise you.  Looks good though.  You look good.” 

Lindsey frowned then.  Obviously he knew this guy before he’d become a lawyer, and the guy seemed pretty embarrassed about it.  Wait a second… Oh, shit!  Now he remembered.

“Angel?” he asked, the man’s ‘name’ suddenly coming back to him, along with everything else.  He’d hired Lindsey’s services back when he’d been whoring.  He’d been nice.  Nicer than a lot of guys.  Kind of shy, sweet, trying to use sex with a stranger to get over a broken heart.  Lindsey remembered thinking that he could have kind of liked him, if they’d met under different circumstances. 

Angel was a lot older than he was, probably almost twice his age, but that didn’t bother Lindsey so much.

The other man huffed out an embarrassed laugh.  “Actually, it’s Liam,” he told him. 

Lindsey nodded in understanding.  Not very many men he’d seen had actually given him their real names.

“So,” Liam said, trying for casual.  Wow, this was a little awkward.  “You like to cook?” he asked, noticing Lindsey’s shopping cart full of mostly fresh foods, and obviously desperate for something to say.  He was probably just trying to be polite, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence with something that had nothing to do with Lindsey getting paid to have sex.  That was just about all they had in common that they were aware of, and it didn’t make for great small talk.

“Like would probably be stretching it,” Lindsey admitted with a grin.  “But I do okay.  When it’s just me, I don’t have much choice.”

“You could just let the microwave do all the work,” Liam suggested, nodding toward his own basket.  “I’ve never been good at cooking, and since it’s just me, I don’t usually bother anymore.  This is easier.”

Well, that was nice and depressing, Lindsey thought.  The idea of a frozen supper didn’t seem all that appealing anymore, and he decided to skip the freezer, and just cook the spaghetti he’d planned. 

Just because you didn’t have a lover, or friends, or family, was no reason to eat shit like that every day.  “Yeah, I get that,” Lindsey said, anyway, even though he didn’t. 

“Besides,” Liam continued, as if he was trying to defend his dietary choices.  “I’m working a lot of hours these days, and I don’t have the time.  Heh, you’re probably pretty busy too, having to do your grocery shopping so late at night.” 

Lindsey quirked his lips and raised an eyebrow when he saw Liam’s slight look of panic at what he’d just said.

“I didn’t mean… I mean… Not that I think you have a lot of… work… Not that I think you don’t, or you can’t get it or… oh, God.”  The older man rolled his eyes at himself, obviously wishing he hadn’t said anything in the first place, and Lindsey couldn’t help but laugh.  He was still just as cute and awkward as the last time.  Lindsey found himself feeling oddly comfortable with him, here under the harsh fluorescent lights of the supermarket, in frozen foods.

He thought he might like to spend some more time with him.

“Yeah,” he said.  “I am pretty busy.  Lawyer now, actually, so my hours are crazy.”

“You’re… oh!” Liam said.  “Well, that explains the suit.”  He smiled.  “Sorry.  I’m not very good at things like… well at any kind of social situations, really.”

Lindsey half smiled and tilted his head, narrowing his eyes slightly.  “You doing anything tonight?” he asked, abruptly.  “Besides hitting a few buttons on the microwave and eating some questionable chicken?”

“Hey, it’s got some vegetables, too!” Liam protested good-naturedly, laughing slightly.

“Where?”

“Corn!”

“Corn’s a grain,” Lindsey told him, shaking his head.  Still, it was probably a healthier grain than whatever those chicken strips were coated in, so that was something.

“Well, I plan to have a few beers with it,” Liam offered.  “That get me any points?”

Lindsey grinned at him, looking down at his own cart again, and then to Liam’s basket.  “Want some company?” he asked.  And it was weird.  Really weird.  Because Lindsey didn’t ever just bump into random people, especially people that had paid to fuck him, and then invite himself over to their house to hang out late on a Friday night.  “I’ll bring over my groceries,” he offered, “and we can cook some real food together.  With all four food groups."

“Funny guy,” Liam said, rolling his eyes at Lindsey.  “That actually sounds really good.  I haven’t… haven’t cooked with anyone in a while.” 

***

“Whole wheat?” Liam asked, making a face as he took the package out of the shopping bag when Lindsey asked him to.  They’d been back at his place for about twenty minutes now, one beer each already finished and on to the second.  The meat had been browned, all the vegetables chopped and sautéed, and the tinned tomatoes smashed up and simmering with the rest, well on its way to becoming sauce.

All they had to do was boil the pasta, and grate some cheese for the top, and supper was ready.  Less than half an hour.  Not bad.

“Yeah,” Lindsey smiled.  “It’s good.  Deal.  Besides, I’m paying for it, and it’s not polite to complain to your date about the food.”

“Date?” Liam asked him, eyebrow raised.

Lindsey’s eyes were warm, and he shrugged, non-committal.  Not really.  Not at all.  But he couldn’t think of a better word.  They sure as hell weren’t friends, and there wasn’t a really good way to say ‘ex-prostitute and John’, which was essentially what they were.

“Just put that in the water,” Lindsey told him, nodding at the bag of spaghetti.

Liam did, and ten minutes later, they were eating.

The supper conversation was almost non-existent.  While they were cooking at least there had been that to discuss, instructions, and requests to pass things, and questions, and poking fun of dietary choices.

But hell, at least now they had food and wine, lots of wine, to keep their mouths busy so they didn’t look so stupid when they weren’t talking.

“Should I open another bottle?” Liam asked, after they’d finished eating and the first bottle of wine was done.  It was after midnight now, and Lindsey was surprised that Liam wasn’t subtly trying to suggest that he fuck off.  He must spend as much time working as Lindsey did if he wanted a near stranger to stick around this late, especially since it didn’t seem likely they were going to have sex.  If they were, somebody would have said something by now, right?

“Sure,” Lindsey nodded and when Liam got up to walk to the kitchen and get more wine, bending over to grab it from the wine rack, Lindsey couldn’t help but notice that he had an ass he’d really like to sink his teeth (and maybe something else) into.  Hmm.  They just might be having sex after all.

It was really too bad that Lindsey didn’t think he could ever be emotionally attracted to him beyond the possibility of friendship, because he was hot.

“Huh?” Lindsey squeaked, head snapping up, as he blinked and sat straighter, banging his knee on the underside of the dining table and looking at Liam.  He’d just said something to him and Lindsey had missed it entirely, too busy thinking about how hot Liam’s ass was.  Great.  Way to be cool, jackass.

“I asked you,” Liam told him, clearly amused, holding up the newly opened bottle, “if you wanted to go and drink this in the living room.  It’s more comfortable in there.”

“Oh, right,” Lindsey said, and stood.  “Sounds good.”  He picked his own glass as well as Liam’s and followed him into the other room, sitting down next to him on the ridiculously comfortable sofa.

It didn’t take long for them to finish off the second bottle and open a third.

Liam asked Lindsey about his job at the law firm and Lindsey asked Liam about his art, the gallery.  The apartment was almost the same as the last time Lindsey had been there, only some of the paintings had changed, obviously updated with Liam’s more recent work.

They talked about random things that neither of them would really be able to remember later on, because they weren’t even close to important.

They talked about what they liked, what they did in their spare time, not that either of them got very much of it, and how hard and how great it was to be working so much, both of them doing exactly what they’d always wanted to do, even if a less noble reality of being a lawyer had replaced the starry-eyed pictures from Lindsey’s youth.

And they talked about how lonely it could be, to essentially be having your one and only relationship with your career.

Later, when they’d each had more than a full bottle of wine down them, Liam smiled at Lindsey, bit his lip, looked down.  He placed a hand on Lindsey’s thigh, completely blatant and clumsy, and leaned closer.

Lindsey knew what was coming, would have to have been pretty stupid not to, and given that he’d spent three years as a professional, he could definitely read the signs.  He tried to decide if he wanted it or not, but quickly realised he was being an idiot.  Maybe a drunk idiot.  Of course he wanted it. 

He’d already thought about a dozen different times that night that Liam was damn nice to look at.  He remembered from before that he was a damn good fuck too, or he would have been if Lindsey had let himself enjoy it.  He usually didn’t back then.  Too complicated.

But then Liam stopped, pulled back, snatched his hand away and Lindsey glanced at him, confused, before looking down at his hands and taking another drink of his wine.

“I’m sorry,” he said.  “I didn’t mean…”

“It’s okay,” Lindsey said, wondering if he didn’t mean to try to kiss him, or didn’t mean to pull back at the last minute.  “I wasn’t expecting anything when I came back here.”

“No,” Liam said, shaking his head.  “I just… It feels a little weird.  Our history and all.  I don’t really know how to act.”

“Same way you ever would when you have someone over for supper,” Lindsey suggested.

Liam nodded, slowly, and didn’t say anything for several seconds.

“But,” Liam finally said, with a quirk of his lips.  “There are different kinds of having people over for supper.  Like… if I had my sister over, we’d drink beer and watch the hockey game, and I’d tell her to wear more clothing, and if I had my manager over, I’d put on a tie and break out the whiskey.  And if I had a hot, young guy over…”

“You’d ply him with wine and use all your most obvious moves?” Lindsey teased.

“Again with the funny,” said Liam.  “Look, it’s not like I… Okay, this is weird, right?”

“This is weird,” Lindsey agreed, nodding.  He’d never seen someone that had hired him outside of work before, and even though he’d been out the hooker business for four years now, being back with someone that had rented his ass was… yeah, weird was a good word. 

“Yeah.  I shouldn’t have…”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” Lindsey told him, shifting a little closer.  “I mean, I’ve never seen anyone before outside of… yeah.  And we’re both pretty busy, and I just… don’t want either of us to read too much into this.  Whatever this is.”

“Hey, it’s not like I’m proposing,” Liam said, sounding not a little offended, and fuck, Lindsey felt like an idiot.  Of course he wasn’t.  Probably wasn’t thinking anything more than he wanted to get laid tonight.  Lindsey should have just kept his mouth shut.

“Yeah, I know,” Lindsey told him.  “I didn’t mean… fuck, never mind.  I should go.”

“No,” Liam said, reaching a hand out to place on Lindsey’s leg again as he moved to stand.  “Don’t.  We’re having a good time, right?”

Lindsey nodded.  Smiled.

“Then let’s have a good time.  Can I…” Liam asked, leaning in again, but not too close.  “Can I kiss you?”

Lindsey laughed and he felt a little bad at Liam’s fallen look.  He supposed it wasn’t that stupid a question, because last time they were together he’d tried to, and Lindsey hadn’t let him.  But this wasn’t like the last time.

Lindsey didn’t quite suppress a snort, and leaned a little closer, licking his lips.   “I’m not a whore anymore, Liam,” he told him.  “There aren’t really rules this time.”

“Good,” Liam said, whispering now, closer.  “Because I don’t do so well with rules.”  And then they were kissing.

Liam’s lips pressing hard against his own, Liam’s hand on the back of his neck, holding his head still, not giving him any chance of escaping, not that he want to.  Liam’s tongue darted out, pushed its way between his teeth, licked across his own, and he growled, actually growled, and bit Lindsey’s lip, hard.

The older man pulled back after a minute, licking his own lips, both of them panting.  He reached out to take Lindsey’s wine glass, putting it down, along with his own, on the coffee table in front of them.

“Fuck,” Liam breathed out and lunged forward again, both hands on Lindsey now, on his back, pulling him closer.

Okay, that was different.  Liam had been hesitant so far tonight, had been last time too, but this sudden sureness, this confidence, this knowing exactly what he wanted and going for it was one hell of a turn-on. 

“Yeah,” Lindsey mumbled against his lips, his own hands moving to Liam’s sides, working his shirt free of his pants, fingers moving across bare skin.  “Yeah, I’d say ‘fuck’ is a pretty damn good idea.”

“Bedroom,” Liam growled, standing up and pulling Lindsey with him.  Lindsey was kissed again, quickly, then turned around and Liam gave him a gentle shove in the direction of the bedroom.

When they got there Lindsey’s hand slowly moved to his tie, unfastening the knot and pulling it off.  And then Liam was all over him again.

His hands were batted out of the way when he tried to unfasten his shirt buttons, Liam’s taking over, not all that concerned with being gentle.  Lindsey cringed a couple of times when the expensive fabric of his dress shirt tore slightly around the button holes, and the zipper on his pants was tugged just a little too harshly down.

He couldn’t readily afford replacements, not until he got that promotion, but if he wanted to get it, he had to look the part.  He was half considering making Liam pay him after all.  But then the other man was on the floor, Lindsey’s cock stuffed down his throat, lips suctioned to the shaft and swallowing greedily around the head, and Lindsey thought that no, he should really be paying Liam for this, it was so fuckin’ good.

He’d obviously had a lot of practice and with a mouth like that, lips like those, such a goddamn talented tongue, putting pressure in all the right places, actually making Lindsey a little weak-kneed from pleasure, it was an absolute wonder that he didn’t already have a boyfriend.

Fingernails dug into Lindsey’s bare thighs, and he groaned embarrassingly loudly, his fingers carding through Liam’s hair and digging into his skull.  He wanted to grab tight and hold the man to him, pull him closer, force his cock all the way down his throat.

And he would have, he thought, but Liam didn’t give him the chance. 

He pulled back just as Lindsey’s hands begun to curl behind his ears and smirked up at him at the small groan of disappointment.  “Just wanted a taste,” Liam said as he stood, and leaned in to kiss him again, tongue forcing its way straight into his mouth, sharing his flavour, passing the traces of his pre-come back and forth between them.

“Feel free to… have another taste,” Lindsey panted after they’d separated. 

“Maybe later,” Liam said, and Lindsey wasn’t quite sure if he was smiling or not.  “Right now, though,” he started, and turned them around, grabbing hold of Lindsey and practically lifting him up as he brought them both to the bed.  He gave Lindsey a shove, sending him sprawling back on the bed, his hard cock sticking up, dark and eager and proud between his splayed legs.  “Right now, I’m gonna fuck you.”

Lindsey shimmied himself up the bed a little so that he was more comfortable and watched as Liam stripped, efficiently ridding himself of his clothes.  The man still had a pretty solid body, nicely shaped muscles moving gracefully under near flawless, toned skin.  There was a little bit of padding over the muscle, but not as much as Lindsey would have expected from someone who was nearing fifty and ate like he was living in a college dorm.

Liam left his clothes in a messy pile on the floor, mixed up with the messy pile that had been Lindsey’s clothes and took one step forward, placing his knee on the bed next to Lindsey.  He jerked and stopped suddenly, looking vaguely embarrassed and stood again.  “Uh… sorry, be right back,” he said, and headed quickly into the washroom along the near wall.

It wasn’t far from the bed, and he didn’t close the door, so Lindsey could hear him opening and closing cupboard doors, rummaging around, and he relaxed back on the bed, smiling to himself.  Liam came out several seconds later, looking triumphant and holding up a small foil packet.

“Sorry,” he said again.  “I’d probably seem a lot cooler if I kept these by my bed, but… well, honestly, I don’t really have much use for them.  I’m sort of… between boyfriends right now and,” he paused and snorted, apparently finding something amusing.  “This is gonna sound stupid, since we’ve only met twice and both of those times we’ve… well… But I’m not usually into casual sex.  It doesn’t ever seem to go well for me.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Lindsey told him, smiling warmly.  He thought it was cute.  “Seeming cool is overrated.  Besides,” he added, with a smirk.  “When you suck cock like you can, nobody’s really gonna care about anything else.”

Liam growled again and jumped on the bed, pinning Lindsey underneath him.  “Smartass,” he mumbled, lips pressing hard against Lindsey’s, separating slightly so that he could close his teeth gently over Lindsey’s bottom lip, then his top.  “Show you what else I’m good at.”

“Trust me stud, I know damn well how good you are at that,” Lindsey said, gasping and arching his back as Liam’s teeth closed a little too sharply over a nipple and his hand slid into the dip between Lindsey’s thigh and hip, thumb just barely brushing over Lindsey’s balls.

“Left an impression, did I?” Liam asked, swirling his tongue around Lindsey’s nipple, soothing it.

“Fuck, yeah you did, baby,” Lindsey said, bucking his hips forward slightly, bringing the leaking tip of his cock into very slight contact with Liam’s.  They shuddered at the touch and Liam pressed down harder, allowing them to slide slowly against each other, their own fluids slicking the way slightly.

The truth was, he hadn’t really left that much of an impression.  It had been good, Lindsey supposed.  Would have been better if Lindsey had actually let himself come, but that had been a line he hadn’t wanted to cross that night.  He did remember Liam though, and remembered that the sex had had potential.

Lindsey scratched his nails down Liam’s back lightly, hands coming to rest on his ass and he dug his fingers into the supple flesh, squeezing briefly before he slapped the skin with one hand and began to roll them.  “Turn over,” he whispered, low and husky into Liam’s ear.

Liam hesitated for a minute, looking a little unsure, but he nodded and went with it and Lindsey grinned, kissed him and guided Liam over onto his back. 

He took the condom from Liam’s hand and tore the package open.  “Relax, big guy,” he said, and pulled the condom out, slowly sliding it down over Liam’s cock.  It was the first time he’d touched it tonight, with his hands anyway, and he let his fingers wander, made the task take a little longer than it had to.  It was a damn nice cock after all, and Lindsey wanted to touch it.

“Can’t wait to feel you inside me,” he said, licking his lips and watching his fingers roll the thin latex down over Liam’s shaft. 

Liam bit his lip and groaned, hands clenching into fists.  “Then don’t wait,” he bit out.  “Fuck.  I want you, Lindsey.”

“Then lie back, babe,” Lindsey said, gently pushing on Liam’s chest to get him to comply, to stop trying to sit up and roll them back so that Lindsey was underneath.  Shit, this guy may be on the timid and socially awkward side most of the time, but get him into the bedroom and he sure had a hard time not being completely in control.

“Oh Jesus,” Liam breath out as Lindsey crawled over him, legs on either side of his body and rubbed their groins together, bending over to kiss him.

The kiss wasn’t very smooth, kept getting interrupted by gasps and groans as their cocks slid over each other.  Lindsey began to work his hips so that with each thrust he was sliding just a little bit higher, the tip of Liam’s cock dragging further down his own, and across his balls.

Eventually he pulled up enough that he felt Liam’s hardness tickling the crack of his ass and Liam jabbed his hips forward, trying to get himself inside.  The move was unsuccessful, but Lindsey had had enough foreplay anyway.  He sat up straighter, grinning down crookedly at Liam and reached behind him, grabbing his cock in his hand, positioning it properly.

He pushed back just enough to slip the tip inside him, but didn’t go any further.  Liam’s hands were holding the sheets tight enough to tear them, and the expression on his face was a mix of rage and desperation.  “Fuck,” Liam said.  “If you don’t fuckin’ move, Lindsey, I’m gonna kill you.”

Lindsey chuckled and moved both of his hands so that they were resting on Liam’s chest, using them to keep his balance, as he hovered over his cock.  “Go ahead, big guy,” he said, rotating his hips just the tiniest bit, not taking Liam in any deeper.  He wanted to leave that up to him.  “Split me in two.”

And then Liam slammed his hips up, cock ramming up into Lindsey’s tight channel, both of them screaming.  Liam’s was a scream of relief, of pleasure and Lindsey’s also included a pretty hefty amount of pain.  He hadn’t been prepared, and Liam hadn’t been gentle and he was fuckin’ big.  Didn’t matter though.  Lindsey was used to this kind of thing, or had been once upon a time, and he knew the pain would be fleeting, and soon turn to mostly pleasure.

Also, maybe the sharp stab of mind-numbing pain would distract him from the fact that even though it had been four years since he’d worked as a whore, he still couldn’t seem to stop talking like one.  ‘Split me in two, big guy?’  What the hell was that?

Lindsey was right, it didn’t take long for the pain to subside, and pretty soon he was moving, working himself on Liam’s cock, twisting his hips so the other man was nudging his prostate.  Liam’s hand were on his hips now, keeping him steady, keeping him moving, yanking him down with each of his own thrusts up, and judging by the sounds he was making, he wasn’t too far from the finish line. 

It had been less than five minutes.  The guy really must not get a lot of sex. 

One of Lindsey’s hands went to his own cock then and when he sat sitting even straighter Liam’s dick was pushing more solidly over his sweet spot, causing Lindsey to cry out and buck.  Liam had a good view as Lindsey began to jerk himself, slowly at first, but then faster, the closer he got to orgasm, the closer he thought Liam was getting. 

And then Lindsey was ready to shoot. 

He managed to hold out just a little bit longer, pinched Liam’s nipple with the fingers of his free hand, and sent him over the edge first with a skilful twist of his hips.  “Fuck, oh, God, Lindsey, YES!” Liam cursed, legs tightening, fingers digging into Lindsey’s hips as he lost his rhythm and bucked up erratically, spilling inside the pale yellow condom.

Lindsey let go then, letting out a low groan that quickly got much louder as his hand became a blur over his erection.  “FUCK!” he screamed and his fist tightened, his entire body going rigid, and he shot several pulses of thick, warm spunk over his fingers and Liam’s stomach.

Fuck, that was good.  He fell forward, panting, placing soft kisses on the skin of Liam’s chest and neck, and eventually pulled off and rolled over, collapsing on the bed next to him.

“Well,” Liam said, chuckling quietly.  “That was…”

“Yeah,” Lindsey agreed, running his fingers through the mess he’d made on the other man’s stomach.  “It sure was.”

“It’s… late,” Liam said, and Lindsey flinched back, feeling like he’d just been slapped.  Yeah, so they weren’t exactly in love, but fuck, did the jackass have to kick him out before their jizz had even dried?  Asshole still had the condom on, for fuck’s sake!

“Yeah,” Lindsey snapped, pushing away and sitting up.  “Wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome.  See you ‘round,” he said and stood, heading over to pick up his clothes.  He was still sticky, but didn’t want to bother to ask for something to clean up with.

“Fuck, no, that’s not what I meant,” Liam said, and Lindsey turned his head around enough to see him snap the condom off and toss it in the garbage bin.  “I mean… fuck, I’m sorry, Lindsey.  I’m just… I’m really bad at this.  I just meant that it’s late.  We’ve both had a lot to drink, and you should probably stay here tonight.  If you want.”

Lindsey raised an amused eyebrow, his anger draining and being replaced by acute embarrassment.  Had he actually been pouting because he thought Liam didn’t want him to stick around for a snuggle?  They weren’t even dating, didn’t have any plans to start and he felt stupid that he even cared.

“You want me to spend the night with you?” he asked, playfully.  “I dunno.  That’s pretty serious.  You might have to let me wear your class ring, or your letterman jacket.”

Liam rolled his eyes.  “I just don’t think it’s a good idea for you to drive right now.  I’ll stay on the couch if it would make you more comfortable.”

Lindsey narrowed his eyes in consideration for a brief moment, before turning and going into the washroom, using the hand towel to wash himself down enough to get rid of most the mess.  He came back out and walked over to the bed, got in next to Liam and pulled the covers up over him.  He was right.  It was late and he was kind of drunk.  And tired.  Shit, but a great fuck took a lot out of him.  It was probably better if he stayed here.  He could get up early and stop by home to get cleaned up and changed before he had to be in the office at seven. 

Yeah, he thought, good plan, as he snuggled into the soft pillow, smiling at Liam’s kind eyes, and letting out a contented sigh as Liam leant in to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Hey now,” Lindsey kidded.  “None of that.  I’ll let you stay here with me, but you gotta promise not to try anythin’.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Liam told him, trying to sound serious, but cracking a grin.  “I’m worn out.”

Liam smiled and turned out the light, the two of them making themselves comfortable on the king sized bed, looking at each other in the near-dark of the bedroom as they slowly drifted off.

“Seriously though,” Lindsey said, some minutes later.  “We hardly know each other and our relationship isn’t exactly what you’d call normal, and now we’re spending the night together.  What are you… What are you expecting?”  He didn’t think he wanted to start a relationship, not right now.  He was too busy with work to worry about a social life, and he wasn’t sure that Liam was the guy he’d want when he finally did want a relationship.

He liked him though, he made him laugh and he was a great lay, so he wasn’t all that sure he never wanted to see him again, either.

“I’m not expecting anything, Lindsey,” Liam said, reaching out a hand to slowly run his fingers across Lindsey’s arm.  “We had fun tonight.  That’s it.  Anything else, if there is anything else… we’ll just wait and see what happens.”

Lindsey mentally sighed with relief.  That was a good answer.  Exactly what he’d hoped.

“Sounds good,” Lindsey said sleepily, and yawned, closing his eyes.  “Night.”

“Good night, Lindsey,” Liam returned, and within minutes, they were both asleep.

END