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snoggedTitle: Saving Me
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Wesley/Lindsey. Minor pairings: Rupert/Ethan, Wesley/Lilah, Wesley/Charles (Gunn), Gunn/Fred, and Spike/Angel
Word Count: 2979
Rating: FRAO/NC-17; slash, explicit sex, bathrooms, spankings, drugs, alcohol, angst/romance
Setting: Human AU
Summary: Wesley just went through painful divorce so his friend Rupert decides to drag him to a shady nightclub where the booze doesn’t stop running and the bodies are the hottest in Los Angeles to cheer him up.
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A/N: forash_carpenter who requested the prompt: "well-fucked." Hope you enjoy it, sweetie.
The music of the club thumped in Wesley's ears, worsening the headache that was building behind his eyes. He brought his thumbs to his temples, trying to soothe some of the ache but the stress and tension remained, slowly building with each beat of the bass. He was also willing to hazard a guess that the liquor, drugs, and sex oozing from the walls and furniture weren’t helping any either.
Why the hell had he let his best mate talk him into this? How the fuck was this club, which served the depraved and debauched of trendy West L.A., supposed to get him over his painful divorce?
No amount of booze could obliterate what Lilah had reduced him to. His fucking bitch of an ex-wife had taken everything from him. Stripped him bare, left him feeling bruised and broken. She'd gotten the house. The dog. The kids. She had even convinced her lawyers to take his model car collection. Just because she knew it would cause him pain.
He picked up his glass of Jameson whiskey and scanned the crowd. Saw the dancers drenched in their sweat as they rutted against each other. Flesh rubbing against flesh in a vertical fuck show. He turned his head to the left and saw a pretty blond male dressed in leather and chains, who was alternating between snorting lines of white powder and playing tonsil hockey with his equally hot male companion.
Then, he let his head drift to the right. Rupert, his best friend since grade 2, had already found himself a willing slut for the evening. Some boy named Ethan whose head was buried so deep in Rupert's groin that it was a surprise Rupert's cock hadn't drilled a hole out the back of Ethan's head.
Wesley tipped the contents of his drink down the back of his throat, letting the burn course through him, feeling the pain in his head ease slightly. He spotted a waitress and signaled her to get him another. She smiled politely and nodded, fire red hair cascading down her shoulders as she turned towards the bar to fill his order.
"Hey sad eyes. Looks like you could use some company."
The unexpected, southern drawl was sweeter than brandy and Wesley found himself craning his neck, seeking out the source. A gorgeous looking brunet, who couldn't be more than 19, was standing above him, eyes swirling with the blue of a stormy ocean, slightly hidden by the brim of his black cowboy hat.
"Name's Lindsey."
Wesley nodded, breath hitching and tongue licking dry lips as his eyes took in the sight the Texan was offering. Bare chest. Ripped abs. Leather pants. And a silver-studded thong that didn't leave much to the imagination. Barely covered the bulging cock that probably could register as an M-16 somewhere, judging by its size. This boy was armed and dangerous and fucking horny.
Lindsey plopped down in the small space between Wesley and the arm rest of the sofa, letting the palm of his hand drop onto to Wesley's thigh, slowly massaging the tightening muscles.
Wesley gulped, feeling a little surprised by Lindsey's forward friskiness. He racked his brain, trying to remember the last time he got fucked, the last time he fucked someone else. Lilah was the obvious winner, coming in at just three weeks ago. And before Lilah, there'd been Charles. A hard man. Tough. Had fancied himself to be a bit of a gangster. But Wesley could make him drop to his knees with a word, could make him spray his pants with a whispered command. That is, until Charles ran off with some coy science nerd named Fred, who flashed her panties and promised him a life of sex and tacos or some shit. He couldn't help but wonder how fast Lindsey would drop for him. How fast it would take for Lindsey to beg for his cock.
"So handsome, you gonna tell me your name?" Lindsey asked, brushing his lips against Wesley's ear, that silky drawl waking the beast inside his pants, making it twitch and leap in excitement.
"Wesley."
Lindsey smiled; hand still on Wesley's thigh. "Can't say I've ever seen you around here, Wesley. You new in town?"
Wesley shook his head. "Nah, just never been here before. Are you always this forward with the blokes that walk through the doors?"
Lindsey chuckled, batting his eyelashes and smirking. It was time to test the waters, push the buttons, and see who was gonna play bitch for the evening. Lindsey was crossing his fingers that Wes was the type of boy who took the reigns. Wanted him to be the type that would leave him sated, leave him filled.
"Just the ones who look like they could use a good fuck."
Wesley narrowed his eyes. If anyone was getting fucked here, it was going to be Lindsey. "That right, Lindsey? I look like I need a good fuck?"
Lindsey nodded, mischief twinkling in his blue eyes. "Never seen anyone who needed it more than you, gorgeous."
Wesley inhaled sharply, hand shooting up to catch Lindsey's chin, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. Lindsey winced, feeling a dull pain blossoming in his jaw line. Never would have taken Wes for a violent man. Not that he was complaining any. He had always liked a spot of violence with his sex. Made it feel more raw, more powerful, more consuming.
"Listen close, Lindsey," Wesley hissed, cold steel in his dark eyes. "I'm a bruised man. A man who’s been fucked over three ways from Sunday by a real bitch of a woman..."
"Sorry," Lindsey offered, thanking the gods for bringing him a damaged man who obviously needed to feel in control of something. Lucky for Wes, Lindsey loved being controlled.
Wesley shook his head, closing the distance between them until their foreheads were pressed together. "Keep your damn apologies. Just saying if you're looking for a free ride, I'm not your convenient hole."
Lindsey blinked, small puffs of air leaving his nostrils. Clearly, Wes wasn’t so adept at picking up on the signals. But that was all right. Lindsey could handle a few sharp curves. And he wasn’t afraid to verbalize what he wanted either. "Honestly, I was looking to be yours."
Wesley reacted quickly, almost like a reflex, by capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss. Bruising the flesh like Lilah had bruised his pride. Lindsey groaned, parting his lips to let Wesley's tongue slide through. Wesley took his time, mapping out Lindsey's mouth, top to bottom, running his tongue over pearly white teeth and soft wetness. There was a familiarity- heat and spice and a little bourbon. It had been too damn long since he’d been inside a man’s mouth like this. It was everything Lilah wasn’t. And more than anything he ever knew he wanted.
Lindsey groaned, flicking his tongue against Wesley's, urging the other man to take more control, to make it more raw, to make it brutal. Wesley’s hands moved to cup his jaw and Lindsey could feel the edges of ragged fingernails against the space behind his earlobe.
“Wesley,” Lindsey moaned, tangling his hands in dark hair, tilting his head back to surrender more of his mouth to this stranger’s demanding, searing kiss. Stranger. As in just met only a few minutes ago. Mama had always taught him not to talk to strangers as a child but he’d never been able to help it. He liked the temptation of it, the rebellion of it. And besides, they weren’t gonna be strangers for much longer.
Wesley pulled back slightly, letting the air return to his lungs. His cock jumped, pressing hard against the fabric of his jeans. It needed to come out, and needed to come out now. No question about it. “Bathroom,” Wesley breathed. “Furthest stall from the door. Go.”
“Don’t need to tell me twice.” A playful grin ghosted the corners of Lindsey’s lips as he scampered toward the men’s room.
Wesley moved to follow but stopped when a strong hand fell on top of his arm. He turned to see just who was trying to stop him and his eyes widened when he locked eyes with Rupert, who was currently without a body to rut against. Ethan had probably gone to get drinks or something, which had naturally made Rupert bored…and curious.
“Yes?” Wesley asked, impatience creeping into his tone.
“Just wanted to say I’m proud of you. I knew you could use a good lay. And you picked a good one. Lindsey’ll make your head spin round. Also, doesn’t hurt that he craves a dick like a lonely woman craves chocolate and ice cream.”
Wesley blanched, mind flashing to the thought of Rupert taking a turn with the man he was about to screw. “I take it you’ve…”
Rupert chuckled, retracting his hand from Wesley’s wrist. “No. Just happen to know a few good sources. One of whom is quite fond of hearing Lindsey call him daddy.” Rupert’s eyes sparkled with mischief and deviance and he rested his head against the top of the sofa. “Though if you want to share…I’m more than willing to let Ethan go for the night. We could be a very persuasive team. Make him sing all the pretty songs before we make him scream.”
Wesley felt his dick jump, thinking of the boy in the bathroom waiting for him. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
Rupert nodded and shrugged, seemingly not disappointed by Wesley’s decision to go at it alone. Instead, his eyes travelled to the right where Ethan was sauntering back to the couch with a couple of dry martinis. “Of course, darling. Have a good time. I won’t wait up.”
Wesley caught the tail end of a wink in his peripheral vision as he headed towards the bathroom, pace quickening with each step. He pushed through the door and was rewarded with the stink of bleach. A loyal janitor’s valiant attempt to clean out the grout and remove the raw, heady smell of sex. Too bad it wasn’t gonna last.
He heard a piteous moan coming from the far end of the room and he knew it was Lindsey. Judging from the breathy pants and whimpers adding to the cacophony, the Texan was jerking himself off, balls still trapped under the elastic of his boxers.
Wesley pushed open the door to the stall and a sneer twitched in the corners of his lips, catching Lindsey in the act. “Impatient little whore, are we? Just couldn’t wait, huh?”
Lindsey grimaced, letting his hand fall from his prick and meeting Wesley’s condescending gaze. “’Scuse me for expecting you to come a little faster.”
Wesley gritted his teeth and worked his zipper open, pushing his pants down to his knees. Lindsey’s jaw dropped slightly at the sight of his new friend’s rock hard prick. The length was average, of course, not more than six inches but the girth…fuck…that was gonna hurt.
“Bend over, Lindsey. Hands on the wall.”
Lindsey blinked twice before turning around and placing his hands on the tiled wall, feeling the dirt, the grit under his palms. He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the filthy toilet seat and its yellowed insides.
Wesley’s lips brushed against his ear and Lindsey shuddered as Wesley’s hand caressed his ass, lightly tapping against the skin. “I hear you like it dirty, Lindsey. That true?”
“Yes,” Lindsey murmured, resting his forehead against the back of his hands and digging his teeth into his bottom lip. ‘Course he liked it dirty. Liked it grungy. It’s what left him sated. Gave him that feeling that he’d been properly fucked. It’s why he kept walking up to gorgeous men in this bar and letting them screw him in whatever position they wanted too.
Wesley nodded, pulling back his hand and bringing it down on Lindsey’s firm ass with a resounding smack. Lindsey shivered, pulling his hips in towards his abdomen in attempt to wriggle away from the hailstorm of spankings, not to escape the pain but to give Wesley more of a challenge. He felt his cock twitch, balls aching for some kind of release, as Wesley continued to smack him as if he was a naughty child. Lindsey couldn’t help but get off on the sick and twisted-ness of it.
A small chuckle escaped Wesley’s lips as he came to a halt, massaging the red handprints on Lindsey’s tender ass flesh before he snuck a finger inside Lindsey’s crack, brushing against the wrinkled pucker.
“Got any lube?” Lindsey asked hesitantly, rocking his hips as Wesley pushed the finger inside, experimentally wiggling it just to see if his ass would respond, if it would stretch.
Wesley smiled, running his free hand over Lindsey’s shoulder blade, bone shifting under his touch. He inserted another finger into the dry hole, feeling the ring of muscles tighten and clench as if they were trying to push him out.
“Relax, baby. I’ll take good care of you,” Wesley murmured, not letting onto the fact that the only possibilities for lubricant in this room were spit or toilet water.
Lindsey pushed his hips back and grunted, as Wesley’s fingers moved inside him, thrusting in and out, brushing against his sweet spot on each down stroke. This, of course, made him curse on each down stroke.
After a few minutes passed, Wesley removed his fingers with a loud pop and spat into his hand a few times before coating his dick in the salty mixture. Lindsey’s ass quivered as it waited for the inevitable. Even if it only took thirty seconds for Wesley to breach the barrier, it still felt like a tortuous eternity.
“Come on,” Lindsey panted, rubbing the curve of his ass against the head of Wesley’s prick, inviting him to come inside. “Haven’t got all day.”
Wesley shifted his hips, slapping his cock against Lindsey’s sore ass. “I thought I was the one in charge here?”
Lindsey sputtered, busted by his own neediness. “’Course you are…I was just….”
Wesley’s fingers dug into his hips and Lindsey felt himself get forcefully pulled backwards onto Wesley’s cock until his ass flush with the other man’s hips. Despite the slight lubrication, it still hurt like a fucking bitch and the pain arced through his spine, white-hot and savage. Lindsey gulped back the tears forming in his eyes, refocusing his attention on the pleasure he knew would come from this.
At first, it was long, slow strokes that made the pain shift into pleasure, making the burn shift into a cool fire that lapped at his insides. Wesley knew how to angle his dick just right, thrusting and plunging, pushing and pressing.
But just like he had with their earlier kiss, the pace changed without a word, without a grunt, without a groan. Wesley’s hips started moving like a jackhammer, unrelenting and desperate as it sought to bury itself deep in Lindsey’s ass.
“Fuck,” Wesley grunted, heat building inside his belly as he chased his pleasure. He hadn’t experienced a fuck like this in so long. And it felt so. Damn. Amazing.
He leaned against Lindsey’s back, nuzzling and nipping at the man’s neck. He could die tomorrow and he wouldn’t give a shit because he’d never felt more sated in all his life.
“Come for me, baby,” Wesley whispered, inhaling the scent of Lindsey’s sweat, licking the column of his neck. His own dick was pulsing, ready to drown in the sweet oblivion of his climax.
Lindsey moaned, feeling the scrape of teeth against his skin. He could feel his balls tighten and his eyes flew open when Wesley erupted inside him, coating him in a warm stickiness that would stay with him for the rest of the evening. The thought of walking out of here with cream dripping down his thighs made his own spunk spray over the toilet seat.
Feeling satisfied, Wesley pulled out gently and watched Lindsey’s body sink, knees buckling from the exertion and the intensity of their need for each other. He reacted quickly, throwing his arm around the Texan’s waist and drawing him upwards, holding him steady.
“Thanks,” Lindsey muttered, moving his hands from the tiles to brace himself on the metallic walls. He willed his legs to stop shaking and waited for Wesley to let go of him.
“That was…” Wesley murmured, not sure how to handle the aftermath of his one-night stand. He wanted Lindsey to know everything. Wanted Lindsey to know that he was the best fuck Wesley had ever had. That no one had ever made him feel that sated before. That Lindsey was an angel wearing the mask of a dirty, little slut. But it seemed like too much. Couldn’t say that all in one shot without sounding like a weirdo.
“Yeah,” Lindsey nodded. The sex had been amazing. Had given him what he wanted. Had left him feeling full but he didn’t know how to say it. He didn’t even know how to tell Wes that he wanted to do that again and again for rest of his life. Monogamy had always been a pretty fucked up concept to him. So when Wesley finally released him, Lindsey stumbled slowly out of the stall.
“Got somewhere to be?” Wesley asked, hesitantly, the hard edge of his control fading from his voice leaving behind the lonely man just looking to get over a painful divorce.
Lindsey gulped, turning around to face him. Technically, he was supposed to be meeting Angel for drinks but Angel was gonna have to wait. Lindsey felt bound and determined to go for round two. And round three. And round four... There was no question that Wesley was coming home with him tonight and they were going to fuck until they were so exhausted they couldn’t think straight. “Not anymore.”
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Wesley/Lindsey. Minor pairings: Rupert/Ethan, Wesley/Lilah, Wesley/Charles (Gunn), Gunn/Fred, and Spike/Angel
Word Count: 2979
Rating: FRAO/NC-17; slash, explicit sex, bathrooms, spankings, drugs, alcohol, angst/romance
Setting: Human AU
Summary: Wesley just went through painful divorce so his friend Rupert decides to drag him to a shady nightclub where the booze doesn’t stop running and the bodies are the hottest in Los Angeles to cheer him up.
Beta:
rockstarpeachA/N: for
ash_carpenter who requested the prompt: "well-fucked." Hope you enjoy it, sweetie.The music of the club thumped in Wesley's ears, worsening the headache that was building behind his eyes. He brought his thumbs to his temples, trying to soothe some of the ache but the stress and tension remained, slowly building with each beat of the bass. He was also willing to hazard a guess that the liquor, drugs, and sex oozing from the walls and furniture weren’t helping any either.
Why the hell had he let his best mate talk him into this? How the fuck was this club, which served the depraved and debauched of trendy West L.A., supposed to get him over his painful divorce?
No amount of booze could obliterate what Lilah had reduced him to. His fucking bitch of an ex-wife had taken everything from him. Stripped him bare, left him feeling bruised and broken. She'd gotten the house. The dog. The kids. She had even convinced her lawyers to take his model car collection. Just because she knew it would cause him pain.
He picked up his glass of Jameson whiskey and scanned the crowd. Saw the dancers drenched in their sweat as they rutted against each other. Flesh rubbing against flesh in a vertical fuck show. He turned his head to the left and saw a pretty blond male dressed in leather and chains, who was alternating between snorting lines of white powder and playing tonsil hockey with his equally hot male companion.
Then, he let his head drift to the right. Rupert, his best friend since grade 2, had already found himself a willing slut for the evening. Some boy named Ethan whose head was buried so deep in Rupert's groin that it was a surprise Rupert's cock hadn't drilled a hole out the back of Ethan's head.
Wesley tipped the contents of his drink down the back of his throat, letting the burn course through him, feeling the pain in his head ease slightly. He spotted a waitress and signaled her to get him another. She smiled politely and nodded, fire red hair cascading down her shoulders as she turned towards the bar to fill his order.
"Hey sad eyes. Looks like you could use some company."
The unexpected, southern drawl was sweeter than brandy and Wesley found himself craning his neck, seeking out the source. A gorgeous looking brunet, who couldn't be more than 19, was standing above him, eyes swirling with the blue of a stormy ocean, slightly hidden by the brim of his black cowboy hat.
"Name's Lindsey."
Wesley nodded, breath hitching and tongue licking dry lips as his eyes took in the sight the Texan was offering. Bare chest. Ripped abs. Leather pants. And a silver-studded thong that didn't leave much to the imagination. Barely covered the bulging cock that probably could register as an M-16 somewhere, judging by its size. This boy was armed and dangerous and fucking horny.
Lindsey plopped down in the small space between Wesley and the arm rest of the sofa, letting the palm of his hand drop onto to Wesley's thigh, slowly massaging the tightening muscles.
Wesley gulped, feeling a little surprised by Lindsey's forward friskiness. He racked his brain, trying to remember the last time he got fucked, the last time he fucked someone else. Lilah was the obvious winner, coming in at just three weeks ago. And before Lilah, there'd been Charles. A hard man. Tough. Had fancied himself to be a bit of a gangster. But Wesley could make him drop to his knees with a word, could make him spray his pants with a whispered command. That is, until Charles ran off with some coy science nerd named Fred, who flashed her panties and promised him a life of sex and tacos or some shit. He couldn't help but wonder how fast Lindsey would drop for him. How fast it would take for Lindsey to beg for his cock.
"So handsome, you gonna tell me your name?" Lindsey asked, brushing his lips against Wesley's ear, that silky drawl waking the beast inside his pants, making it twitch and leap in excitement.
"Wesley."
Lindsey smiled; hand still on Wesley's thigh. "Can't say I've ever seen you around here, Wesley. You new in town?"
Wesley shook his head. "Nah, just never been here before. Are you always this forward with the blokes that walk through the doors?"
Lindsey chuckled, batting his eyelashes and smirking. It was time to test the waters, push the buttons, and see who was gonna play bitch for the evening. Lindsey was crossing his fingers that Wes was the type of boy who took the reigns. Wanted him to be the type that would leave him sated, leave him filled.
"Just the ones who look like they could use a good fuck."
Wesley narrowed his eyes. If anyone was getting fucked here, it was going to be Lindsey. "That right, Lindsey? I look like I need a good fuck?"
Lindsey nodded, mischief twinkling in his blue eyes. "Never seen anyone who needed it more than you, gorgeous."
Wesley inhaled sharply, hand shooting up to catch Lindsey's chin, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. Lindsey winced, feeling a dull pain blossoming in his jaw line. Never would have taken Wes for a violent man. Not that he was complaining any. He had always liked a spot of violence with his sex. Made it feel more raw, more powerful, more consuming.
"Listen close, Lindsey," Wesley hissed, cold steel in his dark eyes. "I'm a bruised man. A man who’s been fucked over three ways from Sunday by a real bitch of a woman..."
"Sorry," Lindsey offered, thanking the gods for bringing him a damaged man who obviously needed to feel in control of something. Lucky for Wes, Lindsey loved being controlled.
Wesley shook his head, closing the distance between them until their foreheads were pressed together. "Keep your damn apologies. Just saying if you're looking for a free ride, I'm not your convenient hole."
Lindsey blinked, small puffs of air leaving his nostrils. Clearly, Wes wasn’t so adept at picking up on the signals. But that was all right. Lindsey could handle a few sharp curves. And he wasn’t afraid to verbalize what he wanted either. "Honestly, I was looking to be yours."
Wesley reacted quickly, almost like a reflex, by capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss. Bruising the flesh like Lilah had bruised his pride. Lindsey groaned, parting his lips to let Wesley's tongue slide through. Wesley took his time, mapping out Lindsey's mouth, top to bottom, running his tongue over pearly white teeth and soft wetness. There was a familiarity- heat and spice and a little bourbon. It had been too damn long since he’d been inside a man’s mouth like this. It was everything Lilah wasn’t. And more than anything he ever knew he wanted.
Lindsey groaned, flicking his tongue against Wesley's, urging the other man to take more control, to make it more raw, to make it brutal. Wesley’s hands moved to cup his jaw and Lindsey could feel the edges of ragged fingernails against the space behind his earlobe.
“Wesley,” Lindsey moaned, tangling his hands in dark hair, tilting his head back to surrender more of his mouth to this stranger’s demanding, searing kiss. Stranger. As in just met only a few minutes ago. Mama had always taught him not to talk to strangers as a child but he’d never been able to help it. He liked the temptation of it, the rebellion of it. And besides, they weren’t gonna be strangers for much longer.
Wesley pulled back slightly, letting the air return to his lungs. His cock jumped, pressing hard against the fabric of his jeans. It needed to come out, and needed to come out now. No question about it. “Bathroom,” Wesley breathed. “Furthest stall from the door. Go.”
“Don’t need to tell me twice.” A playful grin ghosted the corners of Lindsey’s lips as he scampered toward the men’s room.
Wesley moved to follow but stopped when a strong hand fell on top of his arm. He turned to see just who was trying to stop him and his eyes widened when he locked eyes with Rupert, who was currently without a body to rut against. Ethan had probably gone to get drinks or something, which had naturally made Rupert bored…and curious.
“Yes?” Wesley asked, impatience creeping into his tone.
“Just wanted to say I’m proud of you. I knew you could use a good lay. And you picked a good one. Lindsey’ll make your head spin round. Also, doesn’t hurt that he craves a dick like a lonely woman craves chocolate and ice cream.”
Wesley blanched, mind flashing to the thought of Rupert taking a turn with the man he was about to screw. “I take it you’ve…”
Rupert chuckled, retracting his hand from Wesley’s wrist. “No. Just happen to know a few good sources. One of whom is quite fond of hearing Lindsey call him daddy.” Rupert’s eyes sparkled with mischief and deviance and he rested his head against the top of the sofa. “Though if you want to share…I’m more than willing to let Ethan go for the night. We could be a very persuasive team. Make him sing all the pretty songs before we make him scream.”
Wesley felt his dick jump, thinking of the boy in the bathroom waiting for him. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
Rupert nodded and shrugged, seemingly not disappointed by Wesley’s decision to go at it alone. Instead, his eyes travelled to the right where Ethan was sauntering back to the couch with a couple of dry martinis. “Of course, darling. Have a good time. I won’t wait up.”
Wesley caught the tail end of a wink in his peripheral vision as he headed towards the bathroom, pace quickening with each step. He pushed through the door and was rewarded with the stink of bleach. A loyal janitor’s valiant attempt to clean out the grout and remove the raw, heady smell of sex. Too bad it wasn’t gonna last.
He heard a piteous moan coming from the far end of the room and he knew it was Lindsey. Judging from the breathy pants and whimpers adding to the cacophony, the Texan was jerking himself off, balls still trapped under the elastic of his boxers.
Wesley pushed open the door to the stall and a sneer twitched in the corners of his lips, catching Lindsey in the act. “Impatient little whore, are we? Just couldn’t wait, huh?”
Lindsey grimaced, letting his hand fall from his prick and meeting Wesley’s condescending gaze. “’Scuse me for expecting you to come a little faster.”
Wesley gritted his teeth and worked his zipper open, pushing his pants down to his knees. Lindsey’s jaw dropped slightly at the sight of his new friend’s rock hard prick. The length was average, of course, not more than six inches but the girth…fuck…that was gonna hurt.
“Bend over, Lindsey. Hands on the wall.”
Lindsey blinked twice before turning around and placing his hands on the tiled wall, feeling the dirt, the grit under his palms. He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the filthy toilet seat and its yellowed insides.
Wesley’s lips brushed against his ear and Lindsey shuddered as Wesley’s hand caressed his ass, lightly tapping against the skin. “I hear you like it dirty, Lindsey. That true?”
“Yes,” Lindsey murmured, resting his forehead against the back of his hands and digging his teeth into his bottom lip. ‘Course he liked it dirty. Liked it grungy. It’s what left him sated. Gave him that feeling that he’d been properly fucked. It’s why he kept walking up to gorgeous men in this bar and letting them screw him in whatever position they wanted too.
Wesley nodded, pulling back his hand and bringing it down on Lindsey’s firm ass with a resounding smack. Lindsey shivered, pulling his hips in towards his abdomen in attempt to wriggle away from the hailstorm of spankings, not to escape the pain but to give Wesley more of a challenge. He felt his cock twitch, balls aching for some kind of release, as Wesley continued to smack him as if he was a naughty child. Lindsey couldn’t help but get off on the sick and twisted-ness of it.
A small chuckle escaped Wesley’s lips as he came to a halt, massaging the red handprints on Lindsey’s tender ass flesh before he snuck a finger inside Lindsey’s crack, brushing against the wrinkled pucker.
“Got any lube?” Lindsey asked hesitantly, rocking his hips as Wesley pushed the finger inside, experimentally wiggling it just to see if his ass would respond, if it would stretch.
Wesley smiled, running his free hand over Lindsey’s shoulder blade, bone shifting under his touch. He inserted another finger into the dry hole, feeling the ring of muscles tighten and clench as if they were trying to push him out.
“Relax, baby. I’ll take good care of you,” Wesley murmured, not letting onto the fact that the only possibilities for lubricant in this room were spit or toilet water.
Lindsey pushed his hips back and grunted, as Wesley’s fingers moved inside him, thrusting in and out, brushing against his sweet spot on each down stroke. This, of course, made him curse on each down stroke.
After a few minutes passed, Wesley removed his fingers with a loud pop and spat into his hand a few times before coating his dick in the salty mixture. Lindsey’s ass quivered as it waited for the inevitable. Even if it only took thirty seconds for Wesley to breach the barrier, it still felt like a tortuous eternity.
“Come on,” Lindsey panted, rubbing the curve of his ass against the head of Wesley’s prick, inviting him to come inside. “Haven’t got all day.”
Wesley shifted his hips, slapping his cock against Lindsey’s sore ass. “I thought I was the one in charge here?”
Lindsey sputtered, busted by his own neediness. “’Course you are…I was just….”
Wesley’s fingers dug into his hips and Lindsey felt himself get forcefully pulled backwards onto Wesley’s cock until his ass flush with the other man’s hips. Despite the slight lubrication, it still hurt like a fucking bitch and the pain arced through his spine, white-hot and savage. Lindsey gulped back the tears forming in his eyes, refocusing his attention on the pleasure he knew would come from this.
At first, it was long, slow strokes that made the pain shift into pleasure, making the burn shift into a cool fire that lapped at his insides. Wesley knew how to angle his dick just right, thrusting and plunging, pushing and pressing.
But just like he had with their earlier kiss, the pace changed without a word, without a grunt, without a groan. Wesley’s hips started moving like a jackhammer, unrelenting and desperate as it sought to bury itself deep in Lindsey’s ass.
“Fuck,” Wesley grunted, heat building inside his belly as he chased his pleasure. He hadn’t experienced a fuck like this in so long. And it felt so. Damn. Amazing.
He leaned against Lindsey’s back, nuzzling and nipping at the man’s neck. He could die tomorrow and he wouldn’t give a shit because he’d never felt more sated in all his life.
“Come for me, baby,” Wesley whispered, inhaling the scent of Lindsey’s sweat, licking the column of his neck. His own dick was pulsing, ready to drown in the sweet oblivion of his climax.
Lindsey moaned, feeling the scrape of teeth against his skin. He could feel his balls tighten and his eyes flew open when Wesley erupted inside him, coating him in a warm stickiness that would stay with him for the rest of the evening. The thought of walking out of here with cream dripping down his thighs made his own spunk spray over the toilet seat.
Feeling satisfied, Wesley pulled out gently and watched Lindsey’s body sink, knees buckling from the exertion and the intensity of their need for each other. He reacted quickly, throwing his arm around the Texan’s waist and drawing him upwards, holding him steady.
“Thanks,” Lindsey muttered, moving his hands from the tiles to brace himself on the metallic walls. He willed his legs to stop shaking and waited for Wesley to let go of him.
“That was…” Wesley murmured, not sure how to handle the aftermath of his one-night stand. He wanted Lindsey to know everything. Wanted Lindsey to know that he was the best fuck Wesley had ever had. That no one had ever made him feel that sated before. That Lindsey was an angel wearing the mask of a dirty, little slut. But it seemed like too much. Couldn’t say that all in one shot without sounding like a weirdo.
“Yeah,” Lindsey nodded. The sex had been amazing. Had given him what he wanted. Had left him feeling full but he didn’t know how to say it. He didn’t even know how to tell Wes that he wanted to do that again and again for rest of his life. Monogamy had always been a pretty fucked up concept to him. So when Wesley finally released him, Lindsey stumbled slowly out of the stall.
“Got somewhere to be?” Wesley asked, hesitantly, the hard edge of his control fading from his voice leaving behind the lonely man just looking to get over a painful divorce.
Lindsey gulped, turning around to face him. Technically, he was supposed to be meeting Angel for drinks but Angel was gonna have to wait. Lindsey felt bound and determined to go for round two. And round three. And round four... There was no question that Wesley was coming home with him tonight and they were going to fuck until they were so exhausted they couldn’t think straight. “Not anymore.”
