RockStarPeach

This little ficlet was written as a mod challenge over at nekid_spike for the lovely kasmodia.  She requested it back in December, and I'm so very sorry that it's taken so long, honey!  I suck, I know that, but this fic just did not want to cooperate!  And she left it up to me how I was to get Spike in there, so what I'm claiming is that I wrote it late on purpose so that I could post in January for the nekid guest Lindsey and not feel bad that Spike's roll is negligable :)  It's a sequel to a longer story I wrote a couple of years back, Arrangement (if anyone remembers that one!) which was mostly sugardaddy!Giles/keptboy!Lindsey with a heaping helping of Spike and Wes getting in the way

 

Title:  Welcome Home, a timestamp to Arrangement

Rating:  Adult

Pairing:  Lindsey/Giles, background Spike/Wes (original story also had Lindsey/Spike, Giles/Wes, Giles/Angel, Giles/Ethan and others)

Word count:  2500

Summary:  Set 2 years after Arrangement.  Knowledge of that fic is probably required.  Giles is a retired billionaire, Lindsey is his former kept boy turned lawyer, Wesley does charity work and Spike is a bartender.  Last we left the boys Lindsey was rooming with Wes and had just graduated law school.  He’d decided to give Giles one more chance to treat him like a human being instead of property while he made his own way and stopped relying on Giles’ money.  Now we find out if it worked.

 

***

Spike heard the knock on the door and looked around the empty living, hoping that maybe Wesley or Lindsey would suddenly show up.  No luck.  He could still hear Wesley’s shower running and there was still music coming from Lindsey’s bedroom where the giant fairy had disappeared half an hour ago to get dressed.  What the hell he needed to spend so long prettying himself up for in order to point at boxes and say ‘that one goes in the bedroom’ was beyond him.

Though to be fair, he could have been in there lubing up so he could ambush Rupert with a quickie in the service elevator, which was something Spike could respect, so he decided not to make too much fun on him.

He sighed to himself as he tossed the remote down on the couch and stood up to go answer the door.  He should get paid for shit like this, never mind that he’d been spending so much time at the apartment he was practically living there rent-free while he ate all Wes’ food and watched Lindsey’s television.  Fuck, Wes was gonna have to buy a new television.  Or maybe Lindsey would let them keep it, if Spike asked real nice.

“Rupert,” he said slowly, a wicked grin around the word as he looked Rupert up and down.  “Couldn’t stay away, eh?  Well, we’ve probably got a half hour yet before the pretty princesses emerge from their chambers.  Think you can make it quick?”

“Spike,” Rupert greeted with a roll of his eyes.  He pushed past him and walked into the apartment, dropping his coat over one of the kitchen chairs.  “They still let you come over to play?  I’d have thought they’d have been long sick of you by now.”

“Ha ha, Rupes,” Spike said dryly before crossing to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of beer.  “Oh, did you want one?” he asked innocently as he twisted off the cap and took a swig.

Rupert ignored that, choosing to look at his watch instead as he leaned his hip against the island.

“The movers will be here any minute and if they have to wait on account of Lindsey’s ridiculous preening, I’m charging him for their overtime,” Rupert grumped, eyeing the apartment for signs that Lindsey’s belongings were boxed up.

“Getting cheap in your old age, are you?”

“Funny, Spike.”

Spike smiled and opened his mouth to say something else, but just then the bathroom door opened and Wesley stepped out into the hallway.  Wet, naked from the waist up Wesley, with a towel wrapped around his waist.  He nodded and smiled politely at Rupert with a faint blush before disappearing into his bedroom to dress and Spike jumped up straight and started to follow.

“Well, that’s my cue,” he grinned and left his almost full bottle of beer on the counter, crossing the living room just in time to tackle his boyfriend through the bedroom doorway.

“Feel free to leave the telly.  And the scotch!” Spike called as Wesley shut the door behind him, looking scandalised as his towel was yanked from his hips leaving him completely nude.

Rupert barely had time to send wishes of Chlamydia and herpes in Spikes direction before he took them back.  He genuinely liked Wesley, and there was no sense making him pay for his poor choice in boyfriends.  And with a gun to his head he’d have to admit, that on very rare occasions, Spike wasn’t really so bad either.

He picked up Spike’s beer bottle and took a large gulp before sighing and making his way towards Lindsey’s bedroom door.  Lindsey’s old bedroom door, come approximately two hours from now.

The idea made him happy, light in the chest and carefree.  Giddy, he’d say, if he didn’t abhor that word in any context regarding himself.

“Well hey there, handsome,” Lindsey smiled as he turned the knob, pulling the door open just as Rupert’s knuckles were about to connect with the plywood.  “Fancy meeting you here.”

“I trust you’re packed and ready to go?” Rupert asked with a faint hint of disapproval.  Lindsey looked… phenomenal, but tight fitting jeans, soft green cotton t-shirt that skimmed his sleek lines of muscle perfectly and casually tousled hair wouldn’t go far in loading up the moving truck.  “If not you best get to it.  We haven’t much time.”

“Bossy,” Lindsey scolded happily, scrunching up his nose, putting a hand on the back of Rupert’s head and pulling him in for a deep kiss.

“You love it,” Rupert countered, chasing Lindsey’s bottom lip and catching it between his teeth in a sharp bite as he pulled away.

The intercom buzzer sounded then, killing any thoughts Rupert might have been having about taking Lindsey quickly, one last time, on the piece of crap bed that he was leaving behind.

“Ready?” he asked instead, raising an eyebrow.  He wrapped an arm gently around Lindsey’s waist and pulled him closer, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.  “Now or never, darling.”

“Yeah,” Lindsey nodded with a warm smile, tilting his head to slide his cheek against Rupert’s shoulder.  “Yeah, I’m ready.  Let’s do this.”

***

It hadn’t been easy.  Not since Lindsey had first started to fall in love with him, and when Rupert had started to love him back it was even less easy.

Hell, it still probably wasn’t going to be easy, now that Lindsey had finally, fully come back to him, but Rupert was more than willing to keep trying.  For as long as it took.  Forever, hopefully. 

Two years now they’d been together, or back together, rather, after the months long clusterfuck that had ended with them parting ways.  A year and six months ago Lindsey started paying him back for his law school tuition and a year ago Rupert had asked Lindsey to move back in with him.  Six months ago Rupert had stopped sleeping with other people and two weeks ago Lindsey had given him a check to cover his half of the expenses for the following month.

Wesley complained that he would have to find a new roommate, but Rupert suspected that Spike had already given up his own apartment several months before, in anticipation.

“Oh my God,” Lindsey mumbled around a mouthful of fried chicken.  “This is fuckin’ amazing.  If I ever try to leave you, just remind me that you have the best fucking personal chef ever.  I swear, if Simon was queer I’d be fucking him instead.”

“Charming,” Rupert deadpanned, taking a sip from his wine glass.  “You’d think you haven’t eaten here in an age.  Also, watch your language, and don’t talk with your mouth full, Lindsey.”

“You gonna spank me?” Lindsey asked, waggling his eyebrows.  Lindsey didn’t always have to follow Rupert’s orders anymore, but that didn’t stop Rupert from giving them.  Nor did it stop Lindsey from following a great deal of them voluntarily, particularly the ones that could end very pleasurably.  He also rebelled just as much as he ever did, and that was no less fun than before. 

“If you’re good,” Rupert answered with a playful grin.

Lindsey slipped three of his fingers into his mouth one by one, sucking off the grease and salt in a teasing, agonisingly slow mockery of fellatio, before sliding out of his chair to straddle Rupert’s lap.  He offered the older man his thumb and smiled lazily down at him when Rupert’s lips closed around the tip, sucking gently.

Lindsey closed his eyes and groaned quietly, his head tilting back slightly as Rupert let go to lick over the pad with the tip of his tongue and his breath caught when Rupert grabbed him by the hips and pulled him down sharply to grind against him.

He blinked his eyes open slowly when Rupert stilled underneath him and placed a hand on the back of Rupert’s neck, letting his thumb caress his cheekbone.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered against Rupert’s lips, nudging along the side of his nose with his own.

Rupert couldn’t hold back a smile at that, tilting his head to capture Lindsey’s lips in a proper kiss.

“And I you, darling,” he answered, then reached his hand around to slap Lindsey sharply on his behind, lightening the mood.  “But don’t think you can just appease me with sex instead of pulling your own weight around here.”

It was a ridiculous thing to say.  Lindsey had been pulling his own weight since he started earning enough money, financing his own apartment and paying for dates when he asked Rupert out.  Of course, Lindsey had still been more than happy to let Rupert pay for extravagances, lavish gifts, vacations and the like, but on the whole Lindsey had become incredibly independent.

It was a ridiculous thing to say, but it did what he’d intended.

Lindsey pouted beautifully and his hands slid across Rupert’s stomach to the front of his pants, thumbs playing at his belt buckle.  “But what if I want to appease you with sex?”

Rupert hummed, a considering sort of sound, while Lindsey slid the belt strap through the buckle and sucked on the skin of his neck just behind his ear.  He slapped Lindsey’s hand, causing him to jerk back and look up, meet Rupert’s eyes questioningly.

“Bedroom,” Rupert explained, lips turning up at one corner and pressing a hand to Lindsey’s chest to get him moving.  “I’m going to clean up the supper dishes and when I get there I expect you to be naked and on our bed, waiting.”

“And what if I’m not?” Lindsey challenged, standing up and brushing his knuckles over Rupert’s rapidly growing erection as he went.

“Oh, now I’m quite certain you don’t want to take that risk,” Rupert mock-warned, standing up as well and collecting their dirty plates in his hands.  “You are looking forward to having an orgasm tonight, are you not?”

Lindsey winked at him as he turned and headed towards the bedroom, the soft mumble of “hopefully more than one,” barely making it to Rupert’s ears as he turned on the faucet to rinse the dishes.

Two minutes later Rupert softly pushed open the bedroom door and his breath caught in his throat.  Lindsey was, in fact, ready for him, spread out on the bed completely naked, one hand thrown back behind his head and the other gripping his hard cock tightly in a lube-slick fist.

No matter how many times, how many ways, they did this, Rupert didn’t think he’d ever get sick of it.  Lindsey was beautiful, he was perfect, and Rupert was not going to fuck this up, not ever again.

“How do you want me, babe?” Lindsey asked him, twinkle in his eye as his hand slid lower down his shaft and his fingertips brushed over his balls and behind.

A sly smile curved Rupert’s lips and he quickly stripped off his sweater and undershirt, laying them on the chair in the corner.  “Hands and knees, sweet,” he answered and didn’t bother to suppress his groan when Lindsey complied readily, flipped onto his front and propped himself up with his bare ass pointed at Rupert.

“Christ,” he hissed and Lindsey looked back at him with a smirk while he shucked off his pants.

“Bit too much excitement for you, old man?” he teased.  “We could take a nap first, if you want.  I know how you need your rest these days.”

Rupert’s eyes flashed and he crossed the room in a second, climbing up on the bed behind Lindsey.  He placed one hand on Lindsey’s hip and with the other he grabbed his chin, tilting it up and around roughly so that he could look into his eyes.

“Perhaps I should give that smart mouth of yours something to do besides talk,” he suggested.

Lindsey opened his mouth to respond and Rupert slid his hand over to stuff three fingers inside as far as they could go, nearly gagging him in the process.

“Get them wet, dearest,” Rupert told him and Lindsey immediately started sucking, licking around the digits and moaning, loud and dirty and wonderful.  It was unfair, really.  Lindsey knew how that sort of thing wound him up.  “Mmm, good boy,” he praised, eyes fluttering shut briefly as Lindsey pushed his hips back, caught Rupert’s erection between his cheeks and slid it up and down.

He circled the tip of Lindsey’s tongue once more with his fingers before he pulled them free and moved back slightly so that he could place them at Lindsey’s hole.  He pushed his middle finger in as far as it could go and Lindsey didn’t even flinch, just wiggled his ass slightly, pushed back looking for more.

“Greedy,” Rupert scolded, but worked his other two fingers into his lover anyway, delighting when Lindsey keened quietly and dropped his head down between his shoulders.  “God, you’re perfect, Lindsey.  That’s it.  Open up for me, darling.”

Lindsey groaned when Rupert rotated his fingers, jabbing them in hard and catching his prostate.  “Fuck, Rupert,” he panted.  “Come on.  Just do it.  Just fuck me.  Please.”

Rupert’s cock twitched at the request, the sound of Lindsey begging for it along with the visual of him bent over and ready causing a heavy dribble of pre-come to leak from the tip.  These days he wasn’t very good at denying Lindsey anything, so it didn’t take long for him to withdraw his fingers and replace them with his cock.

The moan Lindsey let out as he pushed in was eclipsed by Rupert’s own.  Every single time he parted Lindsey’s flesh to push inside him felt just as good as the last and Rupert had to once again wonder why he’d so resisted the idea of monogamy until recently.  As long as he had this, he didn’t think he’d ever need anything else.

Fantastic sex, wonderful companionship… love.  For a while he’d thought the last wasn’t important anymore, but he’d been so very wrong.

“Fuck yeah,” Lindsey grunted.  “Just like that, baby.  Right there.  Harder.  Come on.  Fuck me.”

Rupert didn’t bother holding Lindsey’s hips still, didn’t bother ordering him not to move, to keep quiet.  Lindsey no doubt would have listened, and perhaps in the morning they could have another go and try that out, but for now Rupert just did as Lindsey instructed and fucked him harder.

Changed his pace with the rhythm of Lindsey’s breathing, jerked Lindsey’s cock in his hand when Lindsey told him to, pushed in deeper and allowed Lindsey to adjust the angle of their thrusts as and when he liked

Lindsey was so very good at this it was criminal.

“Lindsey,” Rupert exhaled on a low breath, ducking his head forward and biting down sharply on Lindsey’s shoulder to prevent himself from finishing before Lindsey was ready.  “Come for me, darling.”

Lindsey cried out at the biting pain and then moments later with the force of his orgasm and Rupert followed soon after with a tremendous sigh of relief.  “Yes,” he managed to get out.  “Dear God, yes.”

“Fuckin’ A,” Lindsey panted, laughing slightly as he crumpled to the bed, arms and legs giving out on him.  Rupert gently lowered himself down next to Lindsey, wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him close so that Rupert’s from was pressed tightly against Lindsey’s back.  “That was awesome.”

Rupert chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to Lindsey’s temple.  “You weren’t so bad yourself,” he said, which was a fairly significant understatement.  Lindsey relaxed back against him, placing his hand over Rupert’s where it rested on Lindsey’s stomach and Rupert pressed a series of soft kisses the knob of Lindsey’s spine.

Long minutes later, when they had both closed their eyes and sleep was slowly creeping up on them, Rupert leaned in close and pressed his lips to the shell of Lindsey’s ear.  His words were low and quiet and their significance wasn’t lost on either of them as they fell into slumber curled tightly together.

“Welcome home, Lindsey.  This time for keeps.”

END