The Holiday series
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menomegirlPart 2 of the Holiday series.
The Next Day
by Menomegirl
Pairing:Lindsey/Eve, Angel/Lindsey
Rating: NC-17
Warning:M/M, slash, language
Spoilers: Up to S5 of ATS, 'Destiny'
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, ME, etc, etc. This is fanfiction, only written for fun, no profit involved.
Summary: Angel violated the guy code. Again. So Lindsey attempts to prove to himself he's not gay. Or bi. Or crazy.
Author Notes: This is for everyone who said "The Night Before" was snarkier than COPS SUCK. I thought about it and agreed. Not sure if this helps or not. Happy reading.
The Next Day
Lindsey rushed back to the apartment, his head full of images of Angel, the things he'd both said and done, and he suddenly came to the conclusion that Angel hadn't been passed out. The asshole had done it on purpose! An insane urge came over him to walk back to his truck, go back and confront the vampire, make him spell out just why the fucking hell he had done that?!? But he was counting himself lucky Angel hadn't even asked about the tats. Why push his luck further?
He walked in the apartment, threw his keys on a nearby table, and went straight to the bathroom. Where he proceeded to take the longest, hottest shower he could, furiously washing away the smell of Angel from his hair, his skin, his...every damn thing. He kept thinking: the bastard did it on purpose. It kept swirling around in his head, like a children's nursery rhyme. At least it was keeping the images at bay.
Until he was drying off, and glanced in the mirror at himself. Then he remembered how Angel had kept looking at him, at his face, at his body, and he looked at himself, wondering why the hell the vampire had been doing that. He was just himself, just Lindsey. Yeah, he was more muscular, there were the tattoos...but what had so fascinated Angel that he'd stared so damn hard at him for? Lindsey was glad to see there weren't any marks on his body.
But his ass hurt like hell. Angel hadn't actually been that rough, but Lindsey flashed on himself pushing his body against Angel's as hard as he could and- oh yeah, really needed to get hard again, perfect, Linds- Christ, he'd moved for Angel in a way he'd never moved for anyone before.
Somewhere in between "In bed. With me. Fucking our brains out." and "Told you so." Lindsey decided he must have lost his fucking mind.
Why the hell had Angel done it? To see how far he could push me? To see if I'd bare my soul to him? To make me scream, beg, moan under him? There's got to be some other reason. Some other angle, some plan. Something. No fucking way Angel did that just to get me in his bed. No fucking way. Lindsey shook his head at himself, walked into the bedroom, crawled into bed.
And was immediately assaulted with warm, wiggly Eve. She wrapped her arms around him and rubbed her face into his chest, and damn...she smelled so good. Lindsey tilted her face up to his and kissed her. Hmmm...so far, so good. Eve wound one hand into his hair, pressed closer to his body, and Lindsey ran his hand down her back to her butt and he pulled her closer to him, rubbing his erection into her body. Eve moaned. Lindsey smiled into the kiss, and let his lips wander down her neck.
Underneath his actions was the unbidden thought: See, you prick, I told you I wasn't gay.
Lindsey touched Eve, made love to her with a quite desperation inside himself, and she didn't know what he was doing, because he was doing everything so right. He whispered all the right things, kissed all the right spots, went down on her with exquisite slowness, taking her to orgasm several times before he finally took her. She was in heaven. He was happy.
Until the minute she said, "Faster, Lindsey. Harder."
He thought, Oh, god. I said that to Angel. And that spiraling hotness he'd felt with the vampire slammed into his body and oh, fuck, he thought. Lindsey started screwing her faster in reflex to all that, and Eve damn near screamed, "Oh, fuck yeah, just like that. Feels so good, Lindsey. Please don't stop."
And oh, god....he'd said that, too. Lindsey pulled her legs up, to get a better angle, to fuck her harder, and he got a flash memory of Angel doing that to him. It sent him over the edge into desperation for this to be over with.
And all he heard from that point on was the memory of his voice, filled with passion, telling Angel how much he liked it, how much he wanted it, and "Please, please, please...take me, God, Angel please."
His moan of utter ecstacy when Angel had finally taken him. Lindsey didn't want to remember the things he'd screamed after that. But he damn sure recalled the way he'd moved when Angel had relaxed his grip....and that thought was just about all it took.
He pounded into Eve mercilessly, until she came, and god, so did he. She was in heaven.....and Lindsey was royally pissed.
He'd looked over that Goddamned Cops Suck sign. He wasn't overlooking this.
Fucking asshole. What the fuck did you do to me?
~TBC~
The Next Day
by Menomegirl
Pairing:Lindsey/Eve, Angel/Lindsey
Rating: NC-17
Warning:M/M, slash, language
Spoilers: Up to S5 of ATS, 'Destiny'
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, ME, etc, etc. This is fanfiction, only written for fun, no profit involved.
Summary: Angel violated the guy code. Again. So Lindsey attempts to prove to himself he's not gay. Or bi. Or crazy.
Author Notes: This is for everyone who said "The Night Before" was snarkier than COPS SUCK. I thought about it and agreed. Not sure if this helps or not. Happy reading.
The Next Day
Lindsey rushed back to the apartment, his head full of images of Angel, the things he'd both said and done, and he suddenly came to the conclusion that Angel hadn't been passed out. The asshole had done it on purpose! An insane urge came over him to walk back to his truck, go back and confront the vampire, make him spell out just why the fucking hell he had done that?!? But he was counting himself lucky Angel hadn't even asked about the tats. Why push his luck further?
He walked in the apartment, threw his keys on a nearby table, and went straight to the bathroom. Where he proceeded to take the longest, hottest shower he could, furiously washing away the smell of Angel from his hair, his skin, his...every damn thing. He kept thinking: the bastard did it on purpose. It kept swirling around in his head, like a children's nursery rhyme. At least it was keeping the images at bay.
Until he was drying off, and glanced in the mirror at himself. Then he remembered how Angel had kept looking at him, at his face, at his body, and he looked at himself, wondering why the hell the vampire had been doing that. He was just himself, just Lindsey. Yeah, he was more muscular, there were the tattoos...but what had so fascinated Angel that he'd stared so damn hard at him for? Lindsey was glad to see there weren't any marks on his body.
But his ass hurt like hell. Angel hadn't actually been that rough, but Lindsey flashed on himself pushing his body against Angel's as hard as he could and- oh yeah, really needed to get hard again, perfect, Linds- Christ, he'd moved for Angel in a way he'd never moved for anyone before.
Somewhere in between "In bed. With me. Fucking our brains out." and "Told you so." Lindsey decided he must have lost his fucking mind.
Why the hell had Angel done it? To see how far he could push me? To see if I'd bare my soul to him? To make me scream, beg, moan under him? There's got to be some other reason. Some other angle, some plan. Something. No fucking way Angel did that just to get me in his bed. No fucking way. Lindsey shook his head at himself, walked into the bedroom, crawled into bed.
And was immediately assaulted with warm, wiggly Eve. She wrapped her arms around him and rubbed her face into his chest, and damn...she smelled so good. Lindsey tilted her face up to his and kissed her. Hmmm...so far, so good. Eve wound one hand into his hair, pressed closer to his body, and Lindsey ran his hand down her back to her butt and he pulled her closer to him, rubbing his erection into her body. Eve moaned. Lindsey smiled into the kiss, and let his lips wander down her neck.
Underneath his actions was the unbidden thought: See, you prick, I told you I wasn't gay.
Lindsey touched Eve, made love to her with a quite desperation inside himself, and she didn't know what he was doing, because he was doing everything so right. He whispered all the right things, kissed all the right spots, went down on her with exquisite slowness, taking her to orgasm several times before he finally took her. She was in heaven. He was happy.
Until the minute she said, "Faster, Lindsey. Harder."
He thought, Oh, god. I said that to Angel. And that spiraling hotness he'd felt with the vampire slammed into his body and oh, fuck, he thought. Lindsey started screwing her faster in reflex to all that, and Eve damn near screamed, "Oh, fuck yeah, just like that. Feels so good, Lindsey. Please don't stop."
And oh, god....he'd said that, too. Lindsey pulled her legs up, to get a better angle, to fuck her harder, and he got a flash memory of Angel doing that to him. It sent him over the edge into desperation for this to be over with.
And all he heard from that point on was the memory of his voice, filled with passion, telling Angel how much he liked it, how much he wanted it, and "Please, please, please...take me, God, Angel please."
His moan of utter ecstacy when Angel had finally taken him. Lindsey didn't want to remember the things he'd screamed after that. But he damn sure recalled the way he'd moved when Angel had relaxed his grip....and that thought was just about all it took.
He pounded into Eve mercilessly, until she came, and god, so did he. She was in heaven.....and Lindsey was royally pissed.
He'd looked over that Goddamned Cops Suck sign. He wasn't overlooking this.
Fucking asshole. What the fuck did you do to me?
~TBC~