Fic: Southern Hospitality Spike/Lindsey Human AU! (NC-17/FRAO)

[snogged]

I wrote this in April for Challenge your Harlot at nekid_spike but apparently I never posted it here. Lucky for my readers this is something that's easily rectified.

Title: Southern Hospitality
Author: snogged
Parings: Spike/Lindsey Human AU. Minor Pairing: Willow/Angel.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Warnings: legal m/m (both boys are 18), incest between step siblings, piercings, cowboy!kink, roll in the hay
Feedback: Yes, please. It’s my addiction
A/N: inspired by this photo by angelstoy and written as a response to Challenge Your Harlot on nekid_spike which was intended to make the mod’s lives a little brighter. My task was to write Spike/Lindsey for ash_carpenter and blondebitz. I hope they like this.

Please note that this story has not been beta'd so any mistakes are mine.



William "Spike" Pratt shot his mother a death glare as she stopped the family station wagon in front of a decrepit looking farm house. What was she thinking getting remarried to some Texas hick? He guessed it was because Angel McDonald was a Black Gold millionaire but you certainly couldn’t tell by looking at the place.

The worst part was that she had pulled him out of high school in New York before his senior year started to go to school in some one-room school house that he would have to hike to-up hill both ways, barefoot and in the snow.

"Tell me again how this was a good idea?"

Willow Pratt-McDonald sighed and stepped out of the car. "Will, I need a change of scenery and Angel provides that. He’s got our best interests at heart. You just have to trust me.” Willow paused and smiled softly. “He's got a son your age, you know. Remember Lindsey? He was one of the groomsmen in the wedding. I’m sure the two of you will be the best of friends.”

Spike felt his dick twitch and fill in his dark jeans. Hell yeah, he remembered Lindsey. That feisty, little cowboy had sucked him off in the men's bathroom during the reception. It had made no difference to Lindsey or Spike that they were stepbrothers now. What it boiled down to was that Lindsey had the air of a refined, Southern whore and Spike had desires that needed to be catered too.

Willow popped the trunk open and hauled out the biggest suitcase. In a flash, her new husband Angel McDonald and his son, Lindsey appeared from the barn. Lindsey had on a cowboy hat and boots and Spike groaned softly. His cowboy kink was going to be the death of him.

Angel gave his new wife a kiss on the forehead and smiled broadly "Lindsey, how about you show Spike around? Get him familiar with the settings. Willow and I will get the luggage unpacked and set up."

Lindsey grinned knowingly and grabbed Spike by the wrist. "Come on, slugger. Let's get you acquainted with the place."

Spike followed, adjusting his jeans as they walked into the barn. Once they were out of their parents’ eyesight, Lindsey pushed him against the wall and kissed him with bruising force. He mapped out Spike's mouth with his tongue, reacquainting himself with the moist cavern of hidden secrets.

Spike pulled his mouth away and inhaled deeply, letting the farm smells drift into his nose. It wasn't the same as the city but it was sweet and rugged like Lindsey, which were scents he could get used to.

"I've been waiting for this ever since the wedding reception," Lindsey murmured breathlessly.

"Slut," Spike smirked. "Can't keep your hands off your own stepbrother."

Lindsey shrugged and peeled his t-shirt off. "You know what they say about us Southern types." He grinned and punched Spike lightly in the shoulder. "And it's not like we're related by blood or anything. 'Sides, I couldn't keep my hands off a hot bod like yours even if I wanted too."

Spike pulled off his own shirt and tossed it onto the wooden floorboards. His cock felt like it was going to burst a hole in his pants.

Lindsey wrapped an arm around Spike's waist and pulled his into another kiss. Spike's hands traveled down Lindsey's back and he cupped the boy's ass, massaging the skin through the fabric.

Lindsey pushed his pelvis forward, rubbing his hardening cock against the bulge in Spike's jeans. Spike grunted and grinded his hips against Lindsey's in a lusty fury.

Their tongues battled and dueled for dominance, implicitly knowing that the winner would take all. Spike pressed his tongue on top of Lindsey's and held it there for five seconds. As far as he was concerned, if sex was involved, Lindsey would be the one on the bottom.

Lindsey slid a hand between them and manipulated the button of Spike's jeans. He pushed down the zipper and reached inside to pull out Spike's bulging member. He had fond memories of Spike's package, especially the silver ball that crowned the tip of the bulbous, purple head and came out on the other side of the frenulum. It was the sexiest Prince Albert that Lindsey had ever laid eyes on.

Lindsey dropped to his knees and Spike placed his hands on Lindsey's shoulders.

"Lindsey, wait. I want this to be different than the last time. I want to fuck you like the little slut you are."

Lindsey looked up at him through hooded, lust-filled eyes. His tongue flicked out and lapped up a few drops of pre-cum that had culminated around the piercing. He got back to his feet and sauntered towards the hay mow. He sat down on a black leather horse saddle that had been left in a pile of hay and began pulling off his boots and his pants.

"Leave the boots on," Spike whispered. "And the hat."

Lindsey smirked and slipped his boots back on. He situated himself on a horse saddle, spreading his legs and leaning his back against the soft, prickly stuff that he had spent a good part of the day yesterday lugging up here.

Spike gulped and gave his cock a few quick strokes. "Do you have any lube or condoms, mate?"

Lindsey folded his legs together and reached off to the side where a small box lay. From the box, he produced a small bottle of KY and a Durex condom. He tossed both items at Spike and got back into his original position.

Spike looked surprised for a moment before he ripped open the condom and rolled it on with his fingers. He poured a copious amount of lube onto his dick and rubbed it into the slick latex.

He moved over to the hay pile and was pleased to discover that it put Lindsey's crotch at the perfect level for penetration.

Spike poured some lube onto his fingers and pressed them against Lindsey's rosebud, slowly pushing them passed the ring to allow Lindsey time to relax and adjust to the intrusion.

Lindsey grunted and his leg shot forward, the tip of his boot jabbed Spike in the hip.

"Get on with it already, Slugger. We only have so much time."

"Can it, cowboy. Patience is a virtue or didn't they teach you that in Sunday School."

"Never went," Lindsey grunted, bearing down on Spike's fingers. "God don't look too kindly on blossoming sluts like me."

Spike removed his fingers and furrowed his brow in concentration. He'd never fucked a guy before and he wanted to make sure he did this right.

Lindsey chuckled and rolled his hips forward. "Don't think about it so hard, Spike. It's not an Algebra test."

Spike pressed the tip of his cock against Lindsey's entrance and pushed it in gently. Lindsey groaned in pleasure as the ball of Spike's piercing touched his prostate. Spike slowly began thrusting, building up speed and reveling in the sounds Lindsey's cock made as it smacked against the flat expanse of his stomach.

Lindsey wrapped a hand around his cock and jacked himself off while Spike kept up the pace with his thrusts. Minutes later, Spike came with a roar, emptying his load into the condom. Lindsey erupted as well, coating Spike's stomach and his own with silky strands of cum.

Spike let himself slide out of Lindsey's hole and Lindsey bent over and grabbed a slightly dirty rag from the ground. He started wiping the white substance from his skin and then offered the towel to Spike so he could do the same.

"No thanks, mate. I think I'm going to keep it as a tour souvenir."

Lindsey nodded and grabbed his pants from the ground. "So you feel acquainted with the place yet?"

Spike's lips curled into a sultry leer. "I'm pretty sure I've got more to see around here. Good thing I have a tour guide that knows some good, old-fashioned Southern hospitality."

Lindsey reached out his arms and pulled Spike onto the hay bales, capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss. "And don't you forget it."

"Not planning to, mate."

Spike curled into Lindsey's arms, taking in the scent of sex and hay. Maybe this place wouldn't so bad. He'd have to thank mom for that later.