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NC-17 Angel/Spike, Spike/others
Days after Spike turns eighteen, he gets sucked into a whole new world by a mysterious man, but is it one he's ready for?
Warnings for: 18yo Spike in a BDSM relationship with an older man
beta'd by thatotherperv
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"Johnny Depp," Spike said, tossing a baseball in the air as he relaxed back on his bed, partially propped up by the pillows at his back.
"No originality," Lindsey complained from his spot at Spike's desk, surfing the web on Spike's laptop while they waited for Xander to get off work and join them. "Everybody picks him."
"Right then. You name one."
"James Marsters," Lindsey tossed back.
Spike caught the ball in his hands and looked at Lindsey blankly. "Who?"
"You know, Brainiac from Smallville? Darla's always talking about how hot he is. And he just did a guest spot on Torchwood where he kissed a guy. That makes him good looking and potentially gay sex material."
Darla was a friend from uni that Lindsey had been mentioning a lot lately, making Spike suspect that maybe Lindsey had a bit of a crush on her, in spite of his no commitments rule.
Spike snorted and resumed tossing the ball in the air. "If you like the thin, wirey type, I suppose."
Lindsey threw a book from his desk at him and Spike leaned to the side just in time to avoid it, impressing himself by managing to keep the baseball in play.
"You are the thin, wirey type, dumbass." Lindsey paused and squinted at Spike, then added, "You know, bleach his hair blond and the two of you would look a lot alike."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Think you need glasses, mate. Bloke's not hard on the eyes, but I'm much hotter."
Lindsey laughed, shaking his head. "No one can accuse you of lacking confidence."
Spike smiled sweetly at him. "Just telling the truth, mate."
Lindsey slumped back in his seat and resumed surfing the web. "How'd we get on this subject, anyway?"
Spike shrugged and caught the ball, throwing it back up again. "You saw some ruddy blurb online about that bloke on Big Brother who said he's straight but has a top five list of guys he'd shag if he met, or some such."
"Oh, yeah. Right," Lindsey said offhandedly.
They fell silent for a few minutes, then Lindsey said casually, "You know, if you really do have a list like that, you could tell me about it."
Spike caught the baseball and froze, staring at Lindsey's back. Lindsey had only hinted around once before, weeks ago, that he thought Spike might have something to tell him about his sexuality and had since let it drop.
Spike had hoped that would be the end of it. Apparently, he'd been wrong. And now he felt torn, unsure whether to confide in Lindsey or blow the comment off as a joke.
Settling for testing the waters, Spike arched a pierced eyebrow and asked, "What makes you think I do?"
Lindsey shrugged. "Nothing. Just making conversation."
Several minutes later, during which Spike quietly freaked but did his best to appear relaxed and unaffected by the question, Lindsey asked, "Would you care if I had one?"
Spike's breath caught in his throat and he froze again, ball in hand and stared at Lindsey's back until Lindsey turned around and met his gaze.
Feeling hot all over, except for the icy fist clutching at his stomach, Spike asked quietly, "Do you?"
Lindsey didn't reply at first, and when he finally did, it was only with a slight nod of his head.
The air around them was suddenly charged. Spike opened his mouth to admit he did too, but just then Xander burst into the room and flopped down on Spike's bed, lying sideways across it just past Spike's feet, breaking the moment.
"So my boss decides I'm not flipping burgers fast enough and kicks me off my station -- hi, by the way -- and takes over right in the middle of the Friday night dinner rush. Can we all see where this is going?" Xander looked back and forth between Lindsey and Spike, apparently oblivious in his agitated state to the tension in the air between them, and waited for them each to nod before continuing. "Yeah, so he takes over and within minutes -- minutes, I'm telling you -- the entire place is in chaos. People were waiting ten minutes for their food, which, sure, doesn’t seem like a lot in the grand scheme of things, but when your order-to-ticket-fill target is three minutes, ten is like an hour at a sit down restaurant…or something."
Spike blinked, and focused on Xander. Nudging his friend's hip with his foot, Spike asked, "So did you step back in and save the day like a good little employee?"
Xander scowled. "What makes you think I didn't tell him where to shove his Triple Cheddar Bomb burger?"
Spike snorted. "Because you're too much of a bloody white hat. Too nice by half. You should have told him to shove it."
Xander sighed. "Yeah, I know. But I didn't. I stepped in and got everything back on track. Apparently the district manager was lurking around in the back office, watching everything on monitors, which was why my boss kicked me off the station in the first place. He was trying to show off. Now he's nobody's boss. He got fired and I got a raise. I would have got a promotion, but I'm leaving in a couple of months, so that would have been pointless."
"Congratulations, Xan," Spike said, smiling at his friend as Lindsey echoed the sentiment.
Xander sighed and lifted his arms behind his head, relaxing back on them. "So guys, what's the plan for tonight?"
Lindsey shrugged. "Could go back to my place and rent porn off pay per view. Not like my dad will care. And he's out of town for the weekend."
Lindsey's dad was…well, somewhat cool, as dads go. He was actually his step-dad, but he'd been in Lindsey's life since Lindsey was seven and Lindsey had never known his biological father, so he'd taken to calling him dad. At any rate, he was gone most of the time on business -- he was a director, a successful one -- and treated Lindsey like more of an equal since Lindsey had graduated and gone off to college a year ago than someone he had to police still.
Shrugging, Spike said, "Why not?"
Xander sat up. "Okay then. Let's get this show on the road. The porn isn't gonna watch itself, people."
Three guys watching porn on a Friday night in a posh penthouse with no parental unit in sight turned into them plus several of their friends all sitting around in a circle, playing a game of spin the bottle. It had started on the way over to Lindsey's, with Darla who was in town for the weekend on a shopping trip with her mum, calling to see what he was up to. Lindsey had tripped all over himself inviting her over, further cementing the fact in Spike's mind that Lindsey had a crush on her. Quickly they'd all made calls after Lindsey had hung up with her and had managed to pull together a small party of sorts on next to no notice, complete with pizza, music, alcohol and even pot.
Oz, one of Xander's and Spike's friends who was usually on the road with his band, brought the pot, and friends. Spike had been surprised to see Faith walk in. She'd looked equally surprised, if not a little pleased, to see him. Turned out she was a friend of Oz's. It really was a bloody small world. Oz had also brought his girlfriend, Willow, and another girl whose name Spike had already forgotten.
Two pizzas, several bottles of beer and a couple of hits each off a joint later, they were sitting in a circle, giggling as Spike spun the bottle, waiting to see who it would land on. It stopped facing Faith and Spike grinned at her. Faith smiled back and knelt up, scooting into the middle of the circle. Spike followed suit and then, without preamble, they were kissing.
To make the game interesting, they'd set up rules, one of which was that they had to kiss for two minutes. Another of which was that they each had to grope a body part for those two minutes, one decided by the other members of the circle. If they didn't follow through or if they refused to kiss whoever the bottle landed on, their punishment was stripping naked and streaking through the penthouse.
Not feeling the least bit guilty for kissing someone other than Angel, mainly because he'd pretty much had sex with her in that club that night with Angel watching, Spike kissed her enthusiastically, hands cupping her breasts a per the group's decision, her hands squeezing his arse. All too soon the two minutes were up and Spike had to bite back a groan, semi-aroused as he was, when they each retreated back to their spots in the circle.
Two spins later it was Lindsey's turn. Everyone watched as the bottle spun around on its side, eventually coming to rest in front of Spike. The girls whistled and high-fived each other. It was the first same-sex kiss of the night, and as such had additional rules. They had to fondle bare flesh, and the time was doubled from two minutes to four.
Spike swallowed hard, his eyes locking with an equally nervous looking Lindsey. If he hadn't been high and drunk, Spike would have considered just streaking and being done with it. As it was, though, he was both drunk and high and the thought never crossed his mind that he had a way out. Instead, all he could think about was how he'd got turned on wrestling Lindsey the other day, and how Lindsey had admitted earlier that evening to having a list of guys he'd shag if given the chance.
After a prolonged moment during which the girls started chanting their names, Spike got up on his knees again and scooted to the middle of the circle. Lindsey did the same and suddenly they were only inches apart, waiting to hear what body parts they needed to fondle.
When Faith announced after a group huddle that they had to touch each other's dicks, Spike momentarily froze, Angel's rule about no blokes touching his cock floating through his head. But then he looked into Lindsey's blue eyes and saw that the idea was turning him on and…all rational thought deserted Spike.
Reaching out, he undid Lindsey's jeans, sucking in a sharp breath as Lindsey returned the favor, and then their hands were in each other's jeans, stroking and rubbing each other's private bits as their mouths fused together in a hungry kiss. Lips parted and Spike slipped his tongue into Lindsey's mouth, moaning low in his throat as he hardened in Lindsey's hand and Lindsey hardened in his.
All hesitance and nervousness gone, Spike brought his free hand up to clutch at the back of Lindsey's head, holding him to him. Lindsey did the same and then they were pressed together as much as they could be with their hands between them jerking each other off. A hush had fallen over the room, save the loud music blasting from the stereo, but Spike couldn’t be bothered to care, too caught up in the moment, in the feel of wanking another man's cock and having his wanked in return. By the time the four minutes were up, both of them were groaning and thrusting into each other's hands. The others had to nearly shout at them that their time was up to break through the fog surrounding them.
As if burned, Spike jerked back away from Lindsey and the two of them knelt there, jeans unfastened, staring at each other in something akin to shock until Faith piped in, "Jesus, was that hot."
"You're not wrong about that," Willow said, voice sounding slightly breathless.
Darla echoed the sentiment.
Spike cleared his throat and stood, backing out of the circle as he zipped and buttoned himself. "I uh, need to…."
He didn't even bother finishing the sentence before he was turning tail and running for the bathroom down the hall. He made it inside and shut the door, leaning back against it as he squeezed his eyes shut and wondered what the hell he'd just done. He'd cheated. On Angel. No matter that they hadn't once talked about exclusivity, Angel had ordered him in no uncertain terms to keep his dick to himself. He'd broken that rule. He felt sick.
Taking deep breaths to calm himself, Spike was startled by a knock at the door a minute later. Swallowing hard, he called, "'S occupied. Piss off."
"Spike, it's me. Let me in."
Lindsey. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Go away."
"No. Not until we talk."
Spike hesitated, then cursed again, pushing away from the door to let him in.
Lindsey stepped inside and closed and locked the door behind him, making Spike feel trapped, which was stupid because technically he was bigger than Lindsey.
"Are you alright?"
Spike tried for a nonchalant shrug, pretty sure from the expression on Lindsey's face that he hadn't pulled it off. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Oh, maybe because we just made out and liked it…a lot if our hard-ons are anything to go by."
Spike swallowed. "Your point?"
Lindsey studied him for a minute, then said, "This past year at college, I…discovered some things."
Spike waited, pretty sure what Lindsey was getting at, judging by what had just happened and the strange conversation they'd had earlier in Spike's room, but wanting to hear it spelled out all the same.
Lindsey cleared his throat. "Out there," he said, pointing in the general direction of the living room, which was where they'd been playing spin the bottle, "that wasn't my first time kissing a guy or having his hand down my pants."
Spike's heart pounded in his ears as he admitted to someone for the first time, "Me either."
Lindsey looked vaguely surprised by that. "It's not?"
Spike shook his head.
Lindsey looked confused. "Then why the freak out?"
Spike took a deep breath and admitted, "I'm sorta…with someone. 'S not exactly exclusive or anything, but…we have an understanding. Dicks are off limits. It's a rule of sorts."
He couldn't believe he'd just admitted that to Lindsey, but there it was, out in the open. Of course, he'd phrased it so it sounded like the guy he was involved with was following the same no-other-cocks rule, not feeling like explaining the part where he was rapidly becoming Angel's sub and actually had no idea if Angel followed the same rules he laid out for Spike or not. Some things a bloke's mates just didn't need to know.
Understanding dawned in Lindsey's eyes. "So…you're feeling guilty, like you cheated."
Spike nodded.
Lindsey's expression…shifted somehow and suddenly Spike felt very much like a fly trapped in a spider web. Lindsey took a step toward him. "You could always blame it on the alcohol and the weed. Maybe he'd understand?"
"Don’t know."
Lindsey took another step and Spike backed up, his back hitting the shower door. "Or, you could just not say anything. Pretend it never happened. I mean, you wouldn't have done it except for the game anyway, right?"
Spike stared hard at Lindsey, getting the distinct impression he was about to pounce on him. "Right. Wouldn't have if not for the game."
Lindsey closed the remaining distance between them, pressing his body to Spike's as he smiled and said, "There. All settled. Feel better?"
Spike didn't think 'better' was exactly the word. More like horny as hell and three seconds from attacking Lindsey, rules be damned. "Sure, ta."
Lindsey reached out and touched the side of Spike's face. "Anytime."
For a moment they stayed like that, staring at each other, the tension between them so thick it was suffocating, then Lindsey asked, "So this…understanding you have with this mystery guy...is it just cocks you can't touch or have touched? Are you allowed to kiss and do other things?"
Spike swallowed hard. "Yeah, but no anal," he blurted, not sure where that had come from.
It wasn't something Angel had expressly told him was off limits, but Spike figured if guys weren't allowed to touch his cock, Angel definitely wouldn't want them shoving theirs inside him. Not to mention Spike didn't want anyone else taking him that way. It might make him a right pouf, but if someone was going to pop his cherry, he wanted it to be Angel.
Lindsey's lips hovered inches from his. "No anal, huh? I can work with that."
And then Lindsey was kissing him and Spike was moaning and pressing himself to him, hands clutching at Lindsey's head, Lindsey's on Spike's hips as their erections rubbed against each other. Lindsey took control of their frottage initially, but that somehow felt wrong to Spike, so he took charge, turning them and shoving Lindsey against the wall between the door and the shower, breaking their kiss. Lindsey's eyes sparked with heat and he grinned. Spike grinned in return and then kissed him again, urging Lindsey's lips open with his tongue and sliding it inside his mouth when Lindsey complied. He reached down and around, grabbing Lindsey's backside and squeezing as they slid against each other urgently, both too turned on from before and too drunk and high to be able to hold off for long. Spike broke the kiss and latched on to the side of Lindsey's neck, panting for air as he thrust faster against him. Lindsey groaned and clutched at Spike's arms, thrusting back and breathing hard.
"Fuck, Spike…."
Spike moaned and ground against him, feeling his balls draw up. Breathlessly, he said, "Almost…," trailing off as his orgasm crashed through him, making him buck and jerk against Lindsey erratically as he groaned.
Lindsey continued to thrust against him, and quickly Spike came back to himself, shoving a leg between Lindsey's and licking the side of his neck as he squeezed his arse. "Yeah, that's it, Linds. Rub off on me. Show me how hot for it you are."
Hands clutching Spike's hips, Lindsey rubbed himself against him frantically, then froze and let out a strangled groan of completion before collapsing back against the wall, panting. Thoroughly spent, Spike leaned against him, forehead resting on the wall next to his head, hands still cupping Lindsey's arse as he tried to muster up the energy to move.
They stayed that way for several minutes, until someone knocked on the door.
"You two alright in there?" Xander called from the other side.
Lindsey and Spike broke apart and Spike called, "Sure, Xan. Just…talking."
"Um, sure. Next round of pizza just showed up and Oz lit another joint."
"Be right there," Lindsey called.
They each straightened their kit, turning away from each other to clean themselves up, flushing the toilet paper down the toilet after. Once presentable again, Lindsey asked, "So, this guy you're sorta with. Are we going to get to meet him any time soon?"
Spike hesitated. Not sure how to answer. "I…no. Not yet. Things are…."
Lindsey took pity on him and finished for him. "Too new and you're still coming to terms with being gay…or, bi?"
Spike nodded. "Yes, and definitely bi. Still like the ladies."
Lindsey smiled. "Okay. Whenever you're ready, I wanna meet him."
Spike smiled in return. "Okay."
Lindsey hesitated. "About what just happened…."
Spike tried his best to sound mature about the whole thing. "What just happened was two mates who were drunk and horny and attracted to each other having a moment, yeah?"
Lindsey chuckled. "Yeah."
Spike opened the door and Lindsey slung his arm around him as they exited together. "So, Faith's hot, isn't she? I think she's got a thing for you."
Spike snorted. "You think everyone's got a thing for me."
Lindsey laughed. "Spike, everyone does have a thing for you."
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