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BtVS/AtS: Wild Side (Lindsey/Riley) - FRAO/NC-17
Title: Wild Side
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Lindsey/Riley; written from Lindsey’s POV.
Word Count: 1944
Rating: FRAO/NC-17 – explicit sex in public places, slash, language
Setting: sometime after Angel Season 2 – “Dead End” and Buffy Season 5 – “Into The Woods.”
Summary: Lindsey and Riley meet for the first time and temperatures rise.
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A/N: written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
maleslashminis - Minor Characters Round. My prompt was from inkandchocolate and required “banter, kissing, first meeting.” Also, I incorporated the prompt- “Walking On The Wild Side”- from the community, the_elevator just for shits and giggles.
The Wild Side was the epitome of the rockabilly bars Lindsey had visited since leaving Los Angeles. Raised ceilings, sweltering heat, and worms at the bottom of every tequila bottle. It was just south of the Nevada border and it was crawling with cranky-looking men and women who were more in the mood to drown their sorrows than hold a conversation.
The bar patrons’ lack of enthusiasm was nothing he minded, but it made him wonder how such a place could earn such a name. It didn’t take long for his wonderings to come to an easy halt when a group of men dressed in black military fatigues stumbled into the bar, hooting, and hollering, and clearly in the mood to make jackasses out of themselves.
Lindsey picked his gin and tonic off the dusty bar counter and swiveled in his chair, bright eyes darting back and forth among the all-American boys who hadn’t left the entrance yet since their raucous arrival. There was one in particular that caught his attention- blond hair, doe eyes, pretty smile- standing on the right-hand side of the group’s “leader.” Unconsciously, Lindsey licked his lips, thinking of what it would be like to get that pretty mouth wrapped around his cock.
Shit. It had been a while since he’d been with a man. The last one being his college roommate, who’d been so damn eager to experiment with ecstasy that Lindsey hadn’t minded letting him top. Though there was something about this boy that made Lindsey want to be in control, made him want to chase his thrill by any means necessary…so long as the boy was willing. He may have won his fair share of rape and assault cases serving Wolfram and Hart, but that didn’t make him a monster when it came to his own pleasure.
He watched the soldiers break rank, and bided his time until the opportunity arose to get closer to his target, which happened to be right in the shadows of the hallway that led to the restrooms. The blond was coming out, and Lindsey was pretending to be going in, deliberately bumping into the man’s shoulder as he passed.
“Dude, watch where you’re going.”
Lindsey smirked, chuckling a little. “The auditions for Bill and Ted, Part III are just down the street. I’m sure they could throw you in as an extra.”
“Fuck you,” the man hissed, green eyes darkening. His anger at Lindsey’s snark made him that much more attractive and made Lindsey want him that much more. His daddy had always taught him that it was much more fun to train a bucking bronco than it was to ride the old gray mare.
“I’d love to, but I wanna know your name first,” Lindsey shot back, revealing part of his ulterior motives and hoping that the man picked up on it.
“Riley,” the man spat, before the realization of Lindsey’s implied meaning set in and he stepped backwards towards the wall, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “And I’m not gay.”
“You gonna give me a black eye then, baby? Show me how manly you are?” Lindsey said, batting his eyelashes and closing the gap between them. Nothing about this man intimidated him, and after months of playing whipping boy to Angel, he sure as hell wasn’t scared either.
Caught off guard by Lindsey’s boldness, Riley pursed his lips and clenched his fists. Lindsey’s closeness appeared to be creating an unexpected response in him, which included the barest hint of arousal brushing against his thigh. The bulge in Riley’s pants wasn’t fully formed yet, but it was certainly a nice surprise that Lindsey was doing something right.
“See Riley, your silence is telling me that you just spout the big nonsense to make yourself look good for the guys. And I can respect that as I’ve done it myself. But there’s no point in letting a chance pass you by. I know I can make it worth your while.”
Lindsey leaned in closer, feeling Riley’s knuckles press against his chest. The resistance wasn’t enough to keep him away from Riley’s lips as he captured them in a soft kiss. The soldier tasted of beer, dirt, coffee, and just enough need to make him think that it wasn’t worth it to leave the bar. The restroom stall would just have to do.
The surprise surrounding Riley’s trouble-free switch from anti-gay to willing kept getting better and better as his tongue slipped passed Lindsey’s lips and swirled around the wet cavern of his mouth, savoring the tang of their saliva mixing together. Lindsey moaned softly, encouragingly as Riley relaxed his stance, shifting to wrap his arms around Lindsey’s neck to bring him nearer. The kiss lasted only a few moments, but it was messy, desperate, and seemed to go on forever and forever.
Lindsey’s cock jumped and twitched at this, filling quickly and making his jeans tighter than ever. With a sharp breath, he wrenched his lips away from Riley’s and directed his eyes towards the door marked with a male stick figure. “We should move.”
Riley nodded in agreement, understanding that privacy had to come before desire. They made their way through the door and down to the furthest stall, noses filling with the stink of bleach and piss. Didn’t really bother either of them though, especially when Riley didn’t hesitate to reach for the belt on Lindsey’s pants.
Lindsey leaned back against the wall, feeling the cool of the linoleum tile seep through his thin t-shirt. It counteracted the heat building between his thighs, at least until Riley’s hands reached into his boxers and wrapped themselves around his engorged cock. Fuck. He loved how damn easy it had been to get this far so fast and considering the frantic, frenzied way Riley was stroking him, there was more speed to come.
Provided he didn’t come all over his Levi’s first.
“Riley…” Lindsey hissed, his hands grasping the soldier’s cheeks.
“Yeah?” Riley asked, running his finger along the vein that pulsed on the underside of Lindsey’s dick. Lindsey instinctively shuddered. That touch had always been a bit of sweet spot for him and done right had been known to make him shoot his load early. This was not what he wanted, no matter how hot it would be to see Riley dripping with his spunk. If they were going to make it to the fucking, Lindsey was going to have to take control and slow this show down.
“Take my pants off, why don’t you? Make me feel like you respect me as a man.”
Riley snorted, but did as he was told. Once Lindsey’s jeans were down around his ankles, Riley worked open the belt of his own pants and sliding them down to expose his erection. It was thin, but curved nicely, making Lindsey wonder what it would feel like to have that stimulate his g-spot. One poke with that tool and he’d probably be done for. But that wasn’t the plan for tonight. That was an adventure that would have to wait until after he’d gotten what he wanted.
“Hands against the wall, baby,” Lindsey purred, taking advantage of Riley’s willingness to take orders so easily.
“I thought…” Riley started, blanching a little.
“That you’d get to top on account of your sentiments earlier?” Lindsey asked. “I don’t think so, baby. I think you’re much better off learning how this bar got its namesake.” He knew that he didn’t even know the answer to that question, but hell if he cared. Riley would just have to suck it up and deal with being the one to take a walk on the “wild side” in a manner of speaking. “Hands against the wall.”
After a few moments of stalling, Riley finally obeyed and pressed his hands against the metal divider, angling his body so that Lindsey could get the accommodations he required. Lindsey grinned, reaching out to grope the perfectly firm globes of Riley’s ass. Military training was noticeably good for something.
“You have condoms?” Riley asked, breathing heavy as he waited for Lindsey to do the inevitable.
“Sure thing,” Lindsey replied, bending over in the tight space to fish one out of his crumpled Levi’s. As he ripped the foil and rolled on the condom, he realized that this was probably gonna hurt Riley a little as decent lube wasn’t really available in their current situation. In an effort to make up for it, Lindsey spat into his palm a few times and rubbed it into his cock. Then, he stuck his fingers in his mouth, coating them in as much saliva as he could manage before bringing them down to Riley’s ass.
Experimentally, he pushed the index finger through the tight ring of muscle, up to the first knuckle, and heard Riley hiss from the small stretch. “You ever do this before?”
“Once,” Riley murmured, letting his body adjust to the wiggling invader. “Long, lonely nights in the jungle bring out the deviants in some of us, I guess.”
Lindsey slid the finger in a little deeper and Riley’s back and butt muscles clenched and tightened when he found the secret pleasure spot. “Don’t think giving into hedonism is a bad thing, Riley. Churches sure won’t teach you that philosophy but life sure will.”
He pulled the finger out with a small pop and guided his prick to Riley’s entrance. With slow certainty, he breached the barrier, giving Riley plenty of time to grunt and curse a blue streak as his body worked to mold around Lindsey’s prick.
Once Lindsey was all the way in, he gripped Riley’s hips and started to rock back and forth. The little thrusts made Riley whimper, made him buck his hips, made him desperate for more.
It was hotter than Lindsey could have imagined and it completely killed his restraint to take this at a tortured, sluggish pace. He needed to push the envelope, push the limit, push Lindsey over the edge. With eagerness, he sped up, digging his short fingernails into Riley’s skin and breathing in the musky scent of sex.
“Fuck!” Riley shouted, as Lindsey’s hands released their grip on his hips and moved around to grab his dick, erratically jacking him off to the sound of balls slapping against his ass.
Lindsey felt a deep heaviness curl inside his stomach as he chased his climax and his balls drew up. It didn’t take long for him to cum, didn’t take long for him to coat the thin latex membrane. Didn’t take much longer for Riley to do the same, coating Lindsey’s hand, the wall, and the floor with milky strings of spunk. Boneless and sated, Lindsey wrapped his arms around Riley’s waist and leaned against the divider to keep himself steady while his legs tried to figure out how to work again.
“Incredible,” Lindsey murmured, pressing his lips to the hollow of Riley’s neck. He wasn’t about to get more girly than that. Didn’t really see much of a point to ruin the intensity of the situation, but he did want to reassure Riley that he would stick around awhile. That he wasn’t a ‘Wham, Bam, Thank You, Mister’ sorta guy.
“You’re telling me,” Riley whispered. He exhaled deeply and craned his head a little so he could meet Lindsey’s eyes. “Any chance you’d be up for round two? Our camp is just a few miles from here and I’ve got my own private tent.”
Lindsey smiled, running his tongue from Riley’s throat to Riley’s ear. It wouldn’t kill him to stick around Nevada for one more night. In fact, it might just save him.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Lindsey/Riley; written from Lindsey’s POV.
Word Count: 1944
Rating: FRAO/NC-17 – explicit sex in public places, slash, language
Setting: sometime after Angel Season 2 – “Dead End” and Buffy Season 5 – “Into The Woods.”
Summary: Lindsey and Riley meet for the first time and temperatures rise.
Beta: one of my favorite pervy partners in crime:
ash_carpenter.A/N: written for the
maleslashminis - Minor Characters Round. My prompt was from inkandchocolate and required “banter, kissing, first meeting.” Also, I incorporated the prompt- “Walking On The Wild Side”- from the community, the_elevator just for shits and giggles.The Wild Side was the epitome of the rockabilly bars Lindsey had visited since leaving Los Angeles. Raised ceilings, sweltering heat, and worms at the bottom of every tequila bottle. It was just south of the Nevada border and it was crawling with cranky-looking men and women who were more in the mood to drown their sorrows than hold a conversation.
The bar patrons’ lack of enthusiasm was nothing he minded, but it made him wonder how such a place could earn such a name. It didn’t take long for his wonderings to come to an easy halt when a group of men dressed in black military fatigues stumbled into the bar, hooting, and hollering, and clearly in the mood to make jackasses out of themselves.
Lindsey picked his gin and tonic off the dusty bar counter and swiveled in his chair, bright eyes darting back and forth among the all-American boys who hadn’t left the entrance yet since their raucous arrival. There was one in particular that caught his attention- blond hair, doe eyes, pretty smile- standing on the right-hand side of the group’s “leader.” Unconsciously, Lindsey licked his lips, thinking of what it would be like to get that pretty mouth wrapped around his cock.
Shit. It had been a while since he’d been with a man. The last one being his college roommate, who’d been so damn eager to experiment with ecstasy that Lindsey hadn’t minded letting him top. Though there was something about this boy that made Lindsey want to be in control, made him want to chase his thrill by any means necessary…so long as the boy was willing. He may have won his fair share of rape and assault cases serving Wolfram and Hart, but that didn’t make him a monster when it came to his own pleasure.
He watched the soldiers break rank, and bided his time until the opportunity arose to get closer to his target, which happened to be right in the shadows of the hallway that led to the restrooms. The blond was coming out, and Lindsey was pretending to be going in, deliberately bumping into the man’s shoulder as he passed.
“Dude, watch where you’re going.”
Lindsey smirked, chuckling a little. “The auditions for Bill and Ted, Part III are just down the street. I’m sure they could throw you in as an extra.”
“Fuck you,” the man hissed, green eyes darkening. His anger at Lindsey’s snark made him that much more attractive and made Lindsey want him that much more. His daddy had always taught him that it was much more fun to train a bucking bronco than it was to ride the old gray mare.
“I’d love to, but I wanna know your name first,” Lindsey shot back, revealing part of his ulterior motives and hoping that the man picked up on it.
“Riley,” the man spat, before the realization of Lindsey’s implied meaning set in and he stepped backwards towards the wall, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “And I’m not gay.”
“You gonna give me a black eye then, baby? Show me how manly you are?” Lindsey said, batting his eyelashes and closing the gap between them. Nothing about this man intimidated him, and after months of playing whipping boy to Angel, he sure as hell wasn’t scared either.
Caught off guard by Lindsey’s boldness, Riley pursed his lips and clenched his fists. Lindsey’s closeness appeared to be creating an unexpected response in him, which included the barest hint of arousal brushing against his thigh. The bulge in Riley’s pants wasn’t fully formed yet, but it was certainly a nice surprise that Lindsey was doing something right.
“See Riley, your silence is telling me that you just spout the big nonsense to make yourself look good for the guys. And I can respect that as I’ve done it myself. But there’s no point in letting a chance pass you by. I know I can make it worth your while.”
Lindsey leaned in closer, feeling Riley’s knuckles press against his chest. The resistance wasn’t enough to keep him away from Riley’s lips as he captured them in a soft kiss. The soldier tasted of beer, dirt, coffee, and just enough need to make him think that it wasn’t worth it to leave the bar. The restroom stall would just have to do.
The surprise surrounding Riley’s trouble-free switch from anti-gay to willing kept getting better and better as his tongue slipped passed Lindsey’s lips and swirled around the wet cavern of his mouth, savoring the tang of their saliva mixing together. Lindsey moaned softly, encouragingly as Riley relaxed his stance, shifting to wrap his arms around Lindsey’s neck to bring him nearer. The kiss lasted only a few moments, but it was messy, desperate, and seemed to go on forever and forever.
Lindsey’s cock jumped and twitched at this, filling quickly and making his jeans tighter than ever. With a sharp breath, he wrenched his lips away from Riley’s and directed his eyes towards the door marked with a male stick figure. “We should move.”
Riley nodded in agreement, understanding that privacy had to come before desire. They made their way through the door and down to the furthest stall, noses filling with the stink of bleach and piss. Didn’t really bother either of them though, especially when Riley didn’t hesitate to reach for the belt on Lindsey’s pants.
Lindsey leaned back against the wall, feeling the cool of the linoleum tile seep through his thin t-shirt. It counteracted the heat building between his thighs, at least until Riley’s hands reached into his boxers and wrapped themselves around his engorged cock. Fuck. He loved how damn easy it had been to get this far so fast and considering the frantic, frenzied way Riley was stroking him, there was more speed to come.
Provided he didn’t come all over his Levi’s first.
“Riley…” Lindsey hissed, his hands grasping the soldier’s cheeks.
“Yeah?” Riley asked, running his finger along the vein that pulsed on the underside of Lindsey’s dick. Lindsey instinctively shuddered. That touch had always been a bit of sweet spot for him and done right had been known to make him shoot his load early. This was not what he wanted, no matter how hot it would be to see Riley dripping with his spunk. If they were going to make it to the fucking, Lindsey was going to have to take control and slow this show down.
“Take my pants off, why don’t you? Make me feel like you respect me as a man.”
Riley snorted, but did as he was told. Once Lindsey’s jeans were down around his ankles, Riley worked open the belt of his own pants and sliding them down to expose his erection. It was thin, but curved nicely, making Lindsey wonder what it would feel like to have that stimulate his g-spot. One poke with that tool and he’d probably be done for. But that wasn’t the plan for tonight. That was an adventure that would have to wait until after he’d gotten what he wanted.
“Hands against the wall, baby,” Lindsey purred, taking advantage of Riley’s willingness to take orders so easily.
“I thought…” Riley started, blanching a little.
“That you’d get to top on account of your sentiments earlier?” Lindsey asked. “I don’t think so, baby. I think you’re much better off learning how this bar got its namesake.” He knew that he didn’t even know the answer to that question, but hell if he cared. Riley would just have to suck it up and deal with being the one to take a walk on the “wild side” in a manner of speaking. “Hands against the wall.”
After a few moments of stalling, Riley finally obeyed and pressed his hands against the metal divider, angling his body so that Lindsey could get the accommodations he required. Lindsey grinned, reaching out to grope the perfectly firm globes of Riley’s ass. Military training was noticeably good for something.
“You have condoms?” Riley asked, breathing heavy as he waited for Lindsey to do the inevitable.
“Sure thing,” Lindsey replied, bending over in the tight space to fish one out of his crumpled Levi’s. As he ripped the foil and rolled on the condom, he realized that this was probably gonna hurt Riley a little as decent lube wasn’t really available in their current situation. In an effort to make up for it, Lindsey spat into his palm a few times and rubbed it into his cock. Then, he stuck his fingers in his mouth, coating them in as much saliva as he could manage before bringing them down to Riley’s ass.
Experimentally, he pushed the index finger through the tight ring of muscle, up to the first knuckle, and heard Riley hiss from the small stretch. “You ever do this before?”
“Once,” Riley murmured, letting his body adjust to the wiggling invader. “Long, lonely nights in the jungle bring out the deviants in some of us, I guess.”
Lindsey slid the finger in a little deeper and Riley’s back and butt muscles clenched and tightened when he found the secret pleasure spot. “Don’t think giving into hedonism is a bad thing, Riley. Churches sure won’t teach you that philosophy but life sure will.”
He pulled the finger out with a small pop and guided his prick to Riley’s entrance. With slow certainty, he breached the barrier, giving Riley plenty of time to grunt and curse a blue streak as his body worked to mold around Lindsey’s prick.
Once Lindsey was all the way in, he gripped Riley’s hips and started to rock back and forth. The little thrusts made Riley whimper, made him buck his hips, made him desperate for more.
It was hotter than Lindsey could have imagined and it completely killed his restraint to take this at a tortured, sluggish pace. He needed to push the envelope, push the limit, push Lindsey over the edge. With eagerness, he sped up, digging his short fingernails into Riley’s skin and breathing in the musky scent of sex.
“Fuck!” Riley shouted, as Lindsey’s hands released their grip on his hips and moved around to grab his dick, erratically jacking him off to the sound of balls slapping against his ass.
Lindsey felt a deep heaviness curl inside his stomach as he chased his climax and his balls drew up. It didn’t take long for him to cum, didn’t take long for him to coat the thin latex membrane. Didn’t take much longer for Riley to do the same, coating Lindsey’s hand, the wall, and the floor with milky strings of spunk. Boneless and sated, Lindsey wrapped his arms around Riley’s waist and leaned against the divider to keep himself steady while his legs tried to figure out how to work again.
“Incredible,” Lindsey murmured, pressing his lips to the hollow of Riley’s neck. He wasn’t about to get more girly than that. Didn’t really see much of a point to ruin the intensity of the situation, but he did want to reassure Riley that he would stick around awhile. That he wasn’t a ‘Wham, Bam, Thank You, Mister’ sorta guy.
“You’re telling me,” Riley whispered. He exhaled deeply and craned his head a little so he could meet Lindsey’s eyes. “Any chance you’d be up for round two? Our camp is just a few miles from here and I’ve got my own private tent.”
Lindsey smiled, running his tongue from Riley’s throat to Riley’s ear. It wouldn’t kill him to stick around Nevada for one more night. In fact, it might just save him.
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So freakin' hot!
Awesome, baby. Awesome.
*nods*
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*glomps*
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Wait am I first comment? Go me! (Guess not internet was slow)
Thanks for this nice treat before getting offline so the rest of the family can get there turn online tonight!
Sooooo HOT! MMmmmm.... Pretty.
More?
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And if it helps, you're the first comment I received from someone who's never commented on one of my fics before.
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Yup enjoyed it lots!
I kinda prefer Graham when it comes to the commandos but Lindsey (Kane is my own personal obsession) makes it worth reading and Riley was hot too, so it all worked out!
And if it helps, you're the first comment I received from someone who's never commented on one of my fics before.
Well thats cool. Yay me. Never would've notice it if you hadn't put it in
Hmmmm looks like you write quite a few interesting things. Might have to remember to poke around when I get online next time...
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I'm just glad I remembered to post to Rogue! Sometimes, I forget to crosspost.
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Gabrielle
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Thanks darling!
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It was a lot of fun to write.
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Oh that was hot.
Yes, Lindsey! Stay in Nevada fucking Riley! That would be much, much better than going back to LA.
especially if I get to watch. :D
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I'm pretty sure there's a line.
Thanks babe!
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Sweet. :)
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No problem :)