RockStarPeach

Title: Forever Love
Pairing: Spike/Lindsey
Rating: Adult
Word count: 2000
Summary: Lindsey wakes Spike up with a song. It leads to sex, then an argument and then more sex.
A/N: Written as a mod challenge for scripps over at nekid_spike. She asked for some Spike/Lindsey, with either schmoop or D/s. Because obviously, if you can’t have one you want the other! Then she mentioned something about setting Spike’s poems to music and… yeah. This happened. Hope you like, darling!



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Spike groaned and pulled the covers up over his head, shooting a hand out to fumble at the clock radio on his bedside table. When the music didn’t stop after a few seconds he grunted, rolled over and buried his face in his pillow, trying to drown out the sound. He paused slightly as his hand met the empty space beside him, fingers curling in the rough cotton sheets when they should have landed on warm, soft flesh and he roused further from sleep with a confused blink.

The music was still sounding, the warm strum of guitar strings paired with an all too familiar voice gently coaxing him awake. Spike smiled to himself, took a deep breath and then slowly lowered the blanket down past his ears.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been serenaded awake. It usually happened when Lindsey had done something particularly dickish (which was more often than not), or when he wanted a favour (like Spike sneaking him some dusty magic books out of Wes’ library) or when he was hard up for entertainment (and he wanted Spike to get him access to Wolfram and Hart’s security cameras so they could watch Angel posing in front of his non-existent reflection, or fiddling with his hair while he waited for a meeting).

Mostly though, it was when he wanted to get laid. And not just regular laid, because quick fucks in the elevator and morning blow jobs in the shower and under-the-table hand jobs during supper were pretty par for the course with them. He did it when he wanted to fuck for hours, long and slow and sweet and make Spike forget everything but Lindsey’s dick and his own. Which Spike was pretty okay with in general, even if days like those were few and far between.

He pretty much never said no to an entire day spent in bed and if it meant blowing off work and screwing with Forehead’s plans for world domination, all the better.

As the strumming of strings turned into rapid picking and his lover’s voice focussed into words instead of just a pleasant melody, Spike felt his shoulders relax and he moaned happily as he pitched his hips forward, rapidly hardening cock rubbing between his stomach and the mattress below him.

Until the lyrics Lindsey was singing finally registered through the fog of sleepiness and he frowned, eyebrows pulling tight as he listened harder.

I watch you from across the room
My heart sounds a rapid-fire kaboom
With your beauty nothing can compare
For your love I’d lay myself bare

“What the bloody hell are you singing?” Spike asked, voice growly and rough with sleep as he rolled over and blinked up at his boyfriend, sitting on the chair next to the bed with his guitar in his lap.

Lindsey smiled and chuckled through a few chords before the verse started up again and despite the overall suckage of the whole song, Spike couldn’t deny the physical effect Lindsey’s voice had on his body. Gruff and sweet and perfect, all booze and sin and the promise of slow, deep fucks and long, lazy blow jobs. Spike bit his lip and jerked his hips up, sheet sliding over the head of his cock and sending a jolt of pleasure through to his spine.

Forever the two of us should spend
Of this I’m certain; my mind cannot bend
Give me time, a month or two
I’ll prove to you our love is true

“Wow,” Spike said, clearing his throat and propping himself up on one elbow to get a better look at Lindsey. The sheet pooled around his waist and did nothing to hide his erection. Not that he was trying. That would sort of defeat his intentions. “Not exactly your usual fare, mate. A little too… pathetic pining bastard for you, innit? And that’s saying something, considering how pathetic your usual is.”

Lindsey just smiled broader as he moved his fingers over the frets.

Your smile is blinding, your soul glows bright
You brighten up the darkest night
I’ve never loved another before
But I will love you forever more

Spike snickered as Lindsey’s voice trailed off, his hands slowing down and finally stopping as the song came to a close.

“Seriously?” Spike asked, quirking a grin as Lindsey put the guitar down and climbed onto the bed with him. He hadn’t bothered to dress yet that morning and now that the guitar wasn’t covering up the goods anymore, Spike could really appreciate the view. He placed the palm of one hand on Lindsey’s chest, stopping him so he could let his eyes rake over Lindsey’s body, hard lines of muscle covered by soft curves of flesh.

He smirked when his eyes came to rest on Lindsey’s cock, stiff and red and glistening wet at the tip with pre-come.

“See somethin’ you like?” Lindsey asked, pushing Spike’s hand away and lowering himself down on top of Spike.

“Well I have to admit,” Spike said, wrapping an arm around Lindsey’s waist and pulling him in. He slotted a leg between Lindsey’s so that his thigh pressed up against Lindsey’s groin and settled a hand on his back, firm and allowing Lindsey almost no wiggle room. Unless it was in the downward direction. “The visual is better than the audio. What the bloody hell was that?”

“It’s called Forever Love. You don’t recognise it?” Lindsey asked, leaning lower and pressing a kiss behind Spike’s ear.

“You mean from the ‘bottom forty’ hits? Come on. You brighten up the darkest night? Who came up with that shite?”

“You did,” Lindsey mumbled into Spike’s neck and Spike could feel the press of his lips in a grin.

Spike frowned and tilted his head to give Lindsey better access and worked his leg free to plant his feet on the bed on either side of Lindsey’s knees. “Hm?” he mumbled absently. To be fair, he wasn’t exactly paying all that much attention anymore. Not with Lindsey slowly plastering his body to Spike’s, the head of Lindsey’s cock nudging up behind Spike’s balls.

“You did,” Lindsey said again, lips closing over Spike’s throat and sucking lightly as his hips pushed forward.

“Ngh,” Spike moaned, spreading his legs wider and wrapping his ankles around Lindsey’s calves, pulling him in deeper. Fuck but Spike didn’t think he’d ever get sick of this, the way Lindsey split him open and turned him boneless, a mess of nerves and need and emotions. “I did what?”

“Came up with that lame bullshit,” Lindsey answered, snapping his hips forward all the way and licking a stripe up Spike’s neck and under his chin. “You’re lucky I love you for your body, because it sure as shit ain’t your lyrical talent that keeps me around.”

“What…” Spike stared, gasped as Lindsey found his prostate with the head of his cock and dug his nails sharply into Lindsey’s back, pleased at the wince it produced. “What are you talking about? Fuck, never mind. Just shut up and fuck me,” he continued, breathless when the fingers of Lindsey’s left hand dug into his hipbone and his right hand curled around Spike’s cock.

Lindsey chuckled and squeezed his fingers tighter, pressing the pad of his thumb up under Spike’s slit and coaxing out enough sticky fluid to slick the way as he fist picked up pace.

“You know, you’re cute when I’m literally fucking your brains out, baby,” Lindsey told him, bit his bottom lip sharply before soothing the sting with his tongue and pressing his mouth to Spike’s. “The song. You wrote it.”

Spike was sure there was some kind of answer to that but Lindsey was doing every conceivable thing right with his body and for the life of him, Spike couldn’t figure out what it was. He tilted his hips up and set Lindsey into a steady rhythm, fast and rough, just the way he liked it and he could tell by the increasing speed of Lindsey’s heartbeat that he was closer to the edge than he was pretending.

He always was. It was adorable, really, how Lindsey thought he could ever fool Spike like this. Let a man convince you you’re a hero once and he thinks all he has to do is bat his eyelashes and flex and you’ll believe anything he wants you to.

“Stop kidding yourself, Cowboy,” Spike whispered after a few more minutes, the words barely a puff of air over Lindsey’s ear. “We can keep this up all day – hell, there’s no reason we can’t go for round two. And three and four – but let’s get over the macho posturing, yeah?”

“You want me to come?” Lindsey asked. “Want me to fill you up? Want to smell like me for the rest of the day?”

“Do it,” Spike hissed, a deep breath through clenched teeth and Lindsey sped up his movements even faster until he was shaking with the effort. “Come on, do it. Want to feel it.”

Spike clenched as hard as he could around Lindsey, used all his strength to keep him immobile while Spike controlled the pacing, the force from underneath.

“Oh God,” Lindsey panted when Spike’s hand snuck down the small of his back and lower, two fingertips playing over Lindsey’s crack and sliding into his hole. “Oh fuck.”

He was gone in under a minute after that, dick held tight inside Spike’s body with Spike’s fingers gently pumping into his ass. He made the prettiest sounds when he came, always did and Spike followed him into bliss soon after, Lindsey’s fingers wrapping around him almost painfully tight as he lost himself in the moment.

Lindsey rolled off him when they had finished and Lindsey’s breathing started to even out, curled up against his side and started to hum. Spike turned and placed a kiss on his forehead, smiled against the skin as Lindsey’s murmurs turned to words.

Your smile is blinding, your soul glows bright
You brighten up the darkest night
I’ve never loved another before
But I will love you forever more

“I wrote it?” Spike asked with a frown, able to concentrate a little better now that his sex drive was sated. For the time being at any rate. “No, I’m pretty sure I’d remember writing a song. Plus, hillbilly twang’s not really my style. I’ve still got all my original teeth, see.”

“Yeah,” Lindsey snorted, biting down hard on Spike’s collar bone and making him yelp. “Blame the music. ‘Cause the lyrics sure ain’t the problem with that particular piece,” Lindsey finished, with a sarcastic roll of his eyes.

“The lyrics?” Now that he thought about it, they did seem kind of familiar. And terrible.

“You wrote them, moron.” Lindsey smiled to soften the insult and his fingers moved over Spike’s thigh, settling just below his crotch. “I stole your notebook, read some of your poems. They suck, mostly. Sorry, baby, you know I love you. But a few of them made for some catchy tunes.”

“Wait,” Spike said, his hand freezing where it was slowly stroking over the swell of Lindsey’s ass. “You did what?”

“Shit. Sorry. I didn’t… Was that like, private or some shit? I didn’t mean to get all up in something you don’t want me to see.”

“You read my poems. And you made them into songs?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“And then decided to serenade me with one of ‘em.”

“Listen, babe, don’t be mad. I swear I won’t go looking where don’t want me to anymore. I just thought it’d be a nice thing to do. You know, romantic or whatever.”

“No, go ahead and invade my privacy all you like. By all means, read my poetry, spy on me in the shower, watch while I fuck Angel over his desk on lunch break.”

Lindsey pinched his nipple hard and Spike bit his lip to keep from crying out.

“You’d better be fucking joking about that last one,” he warned and Spike ignored him.

“But for the love of all that is good and holy, don’t ever sully my work again by setting it to your highly subjective idea of music.”

Lindsey snorted and soothed Spike’s pinched, swelling nipple with his tongue briefly. “Yeah. Sure babe. I promise never to fuck with your genius again. Happy?”

“Mmmm,” Spike hummed with a lazy smile as he pushed on Lindsey’s shoulder and guided him onto his stomach. “Be happier if you’d shut up and spread your legs so I can fuck you into next week.”

Lindsey laughed at that, a deep, vibrating sound that Spike felt in his bones.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I think I can do that.”

END