The Holiday Series
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menomegirlPart 6 of the Holiday series. Songfic.
Go To Sleep (Fais Do-Do)
by Menomegirl
Summary: Angel muses. Lindsey sings. Angel gets a shock.
Rating: NC-17
Author Notes: This was written in response to a direct challenge, in tune with Angel's "Pick a style, Pal." comment in "Dead End". My answer?
1.A song from a video: REM: "Losing My Religion"
2.A song by a female country artist: Faith Hill: "Go The Distance"
3.A song by an all-boy band: I know Nan expected Backstreet Boys or N'Sync, but Whitesnake works, too. (HA HA). Whitesnake: "Slow An' Easy"
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss, ME, etc, etc. Only written for fun, not profit.
Go To Sleep (Fais Do-Do)
Angel's POV
It had been an insane day, beginning with his instructions to have a toilet installed in his suite to the roaring argument he'd had with Spike about his leaving for Europe. Not that he truly gave a shit what Spike did, Angel just felt that as his grandsire, he had the right to make the other vampire submit to his wishes, pretty much when he felt like it. That's how it just was.
Yet a part of him knew he wanted Spike to seek her out, so she'd break his heart the way his had been earlier that summer. Then maybe the other vampire could hopefully move on. Angel was steadfastly ignoring the voice that kept saying he wished Willow had never brought her back from the dead. The voice that said she should have been left in peace. The voice that also said his life had been pure hell since they'd returned from Pylea. The one that said nothing had gone right since.
But the loudest voice of all was the one that said his life just hadn't been the same since one blue-eyed lawyer left town. Despite the renovation of Wolfram & Hart, it was the voices of the past he heard in Gunn's office. It was the glimpses of the past he saw everywhere he turned. It was in the long denied longing in his body that kept screaming: Lindsey Lindsey Lindsey. Even though they'd been under a spell, laying with Eve had only made that longing worse. The whole time his body had still been screaming: Lindsey Lindsey Lindsey. He'd been at a lose to explain why that was.
It had been Christmas Eve that he'd finally understood. He'd gotten drunk on scotch, and he had passed out on the bed. It had been the sound of the door opening, and the aroma of Lindsey McDonald that had awoken him. Yeah, he knew that smell. He hadn't forgotten it at all. He had lain there wondering what the errant lawyer would do, and was caught off-guard by his sense of Lindsey's utter shock at seeing him like that. Even funnier was the repeated "Well, fuck." He'd realized Lindsey was off-guard himself.
It was the scotch and his amusement that had began the bickering. He had wanted to wipe that oh so careful expression from the young man's face, so he'd said the most outrageous thing he could think of. Worked like a charm, too. The bickering had began and it continued until Lindsey lost the ability to speak, and had crawled into the bed.
It was even more amusing to the vampire when the young man had kissed him for real. He'd felt the shock Lindsey experienced when their tongues had met. He'd heard that low moan when the kiss deepened, felt the other man's body temperature rise. It then became a game to see how far he could take it before Lindsey came to his senses. Soon after, Angel began to realize that wasn't going to happen. The young man was responding to his caresses in a way that made Angel long to possess him. Only he wanted to be damn sure Lindsey knew what he was doing, who he was with, and what he was getting into.
So, Angel had said the one thing he figured would piss Lindsey off, make him go away, leaving the vampire with a raging hard on, only the young man hadn't become angry. A wave of emotion ran through his body when the vampire had asked him to spread his legs. Lindsey looked into Angel's eyes and he thought about it. That long glance between them had Angel promising it wouldn't hurt much. Another, even stronger wave of emotion ran through the young man under him.
Angel looked into those suddenly very open, vulnerable blue eyes.....and he'd never, ever wanted anything in his long, long life as badly as he wanted Lindsey to invite him in. It turned into something else when Lindsey did it, stopped being a game for Angel the second the young man licked those kiss reddened lips, let himself be taken over by what he felt, and moved his body in wordless invitation to the vampire.
He had been glad when Lindsey had fled. He'd been even happier that he had returned. Angel had handled it all just fine, without Lindsey becoming aware of his growing infatuation, until the minute the young man said he wasn't falling in love. That stung the vampire's ego, and he did something he wished now he hadn't. He'd made love to Lindsey, forcing the young man into awareness of the emotions he held in his heart.
A dangerous thing, that. He'd seen Lindsey burn for Darla. He knew how far the errant lawyer was willing to go where his heart was concerned. Had he helped or hurt them both bringing those fragile feelings to the surface?
Now there was this message Harmony had handed him. A phone call from a man refusing to leave his name. The name of a nightclub, the address, a time to be there, and the message? It works both ways. Be there. Lindsey obviously felt like it was Angel's turn to chase. That was cool with the vampire. He only hoped Lindsey was prepared to be caught.
--------------------------------
Lindsey's POV
By the time he finally caught sight of Angel, Lindsey's nerves were damn near shot. His stomach was all tied up in knots, regretting having set this up, and he probably shouldn't have ate that spicy Cajun dinner. He'd felt like ralphing a few times. He kept asking himself why he'd thought this was a good idea?? But he knew the answer, no matter how many times he tried to talk himself into bailing, he just couldn't.
Angel wanted to play? Lindsey was cool with that, but he needed the vampire to know once and for all who he was playing with. Not an evil lawyer willing to do anything to ensure the success of his job or a love-sick fool willing to be used and walked all over. In the two years before he'd left LA, Angel hadn't ever tried to see underneath either facade. Now, he was going to introduce himself, Lindsey McDonald style. He was gonna take the stage, and Angel would have to deal with it. He'd have to see past the past and into the present. Why was he doing this?
Because he felt like it.
----------------------------
Angel's POV
Angel sat at the table, nursing his scotch, wondering where the hell Lindsey was. He felt uncomfortable, among so many people. He hated bars. He hated crowds. He hated being in a crowed bar. He wanted to go home. He kept half an ear on the band while he scanned the crowd, looking for the man he'd come to meet. He was vaguely aware that a different singer, named Sean, was being introduced, but he was busy checking out the crowd. His eyes slid past the stage, and then it seemed like time slowed down for a few seconds as his gaze swung back to the stage.
Holy Shit!
That was Lindsey on stage. In his blue jeans and boots. Wearing a long sleeved blue silk shirt. And his earrings. Damn, the man looked good. He looked great. He looked good enough to eat, for God's sake. He was aware Lindsey was saying something, but he was too busy just taking it in, just staring to pay attention to what was being said. He felt pole-axed. Then the band started playing, Lindsey started singing, and Angel's perspective of the young man changed rabidly.
---------------------------------
Oh, Life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
---------------------------------
Okay, how had he missed that whiskey and sex voice when Lindsey had sung at Caritos?
How had he avoided being as stunned as everyone around him had been?
Because......DAMN.
------------------------------------
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lindsey was just standing there, singing into the mike. Yet Angel could feel the tension in his body from here.
----------------------------------------
Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
-----------------------------------------
And then Lindsey looked directly at Angel.
-----------------------------------------
Consider this....
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
-----------------------------------
Well......fuck, Angel thought.
------------------------------------
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
----------------------------------------
Well....fuck, Angel thought again.
------------------------------------------
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
---------------------------------
Well.....damn, Angel thought.
----------------------------------
But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why, try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream
Dream
---------------------------------------
The audience was clapping, whistling, making comments about how damn sexy Lindsey was but all Angel could do was sit there and be stunned. And be hard.
Christ, it felt as if Lindsey had given him a blowjob from the stage. He kept thinking Oh fuck, and he knew his brain wasn't working, but....oh fuck.
Then the band started playing another song, and the fog in his mind cleared a little. Lindsey disconnected the mike from the stand, and he wasn't held immobile now. Lindsey on stage.....damn, he had a cocky walk......didn't he?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You got me headed in a new direction
Got no reason to turn around
Ain't got no looking back or second guessing
It's time to find what love is really all about and
Go the distance
Let our hearts lead us on
All the way to forever tonight
Can't resist it
The feelin's way too strong
Go the distance this time
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Okay.....what was this.....country? Progressive country? What? Then the words hit him and oh shit! Angel thought.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The road to love is paved with shiftin' gravel
We may find ourselves on shaky ground
And there ain't no place that these two hearts can't travel
Even when we're miles apart together we are bound to
Go the distance
Let our hearts lead us on
All the way to forever tonight
Can't resist it
The feelin's way too strong
Go the distance this time
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Angel suddenly smiled at how silly Lindsey was making him feel. He was doing this on purpose. This was WAY better than COPS SUCK.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
There will be rainy days and bridges left to cross
But if we lose our way we can't get lost if we
Go the distance
Let our hearts lead us on
All the way to forever tonight
Can't resist it, man
The feelin's way too strong
Go the distance this time
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ooh, nice vocals, Angel thought.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Go the distance
Let our hearts lead us on
All the way to forever tonight
Can't resist it, man
The feelin's way too strong
Go the distance this time
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Damn, Angel thought while the audience clapped, Lindsey talked, and yeah....that had been country. Lindsey had that growly sound down. He did that really good. Yeah, Angel liked that. He'd known there was more to the errant lawyer than he'd always shown. Before now, however.... Angel hadn't been motivated to find out what was underneath.
This was just too weird.
Then the band started playing kind of slow, and Angel thought it was going to be a ballad this time. He smiled. He liked ballads.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You keep on pushing, babe,
Like I've never known before.
You know you want me crazy, child,
An' I just wanna see you on the floor.
I wanna superstitious woman
An' she got a superstitious mind.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
OH MY GOD Can you say walking, singing sex?????? Angel crushed the glass in his hand, looked down at the mess he'd made, thought......oh my God again as he looked on stage. He just couldn't take his eyes off Lindsey now.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I can't see you, baby,
I can't see you anymore, no more.
You keep on loving me
Like I've never known before.
I wanna superstitious woman
With a superstitious, a superstitious mind,
an' I don't mind, baby.
Look out.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
uh.....uh.....this is NOT country or a ballad. Holy shit! Lindsey was running his hand down his chest, all over, and......and fuck the audience was going crazy. Shit! Was he a lawyer, an exhibitionist, or a Chippendale?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My heart is beating faster, babe,
It's beating like a big bass drum.
You know you got me speeding, child,
Faster than a bullet from a gun.
You're a superstitious woman
An' I got a superstitious mind,
an' I don't care.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The audience was getting rowdy. Angel was beginning to feel jealous now. He wanted to scream Hey, that man is mine! Back the hell off!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So take me down slow an' easy,
Make love to me slow an' easy.
I know that hard luck an' trouble
Is coming my way,
So rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone,
Rock me 'til I'm burned
to the bone.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
First word: FUCK Second word: ME
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I don't care about, oh,
I don't care about love, no more.
The way you keep abusing me
I love it
I can't take no more.
I wanna woman
She got a superstitious mind.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Did that growl come from me? I think it did.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So take me down slow an' easy,
Make love to me slow an' easy.
I know that hard luck an' trouble
Is coming my way,
So rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone,
Rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone,
Rock me 'til I'm burned.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Music now, but Lindsey was strutting the stage, playing to the audience......damn, he was good.
Angel couldn't wait to get his hands on him.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(Solo)
So take me down slow an' easy,
Make love to me slow an' easy.
Take me down slow an' easy,
Rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone.
Take me down slow an' easy,
Make love to me slow an' easy.
I know that hard luck an' trouble
Is coming my way,
So rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone...
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The audience was clapping in time, singing with Lindsey....and oh my God......where had his evil lawyer boy gone? Who was this man that could take the stage like he was born to it? Why the hell WAS HE A LAWYER?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So take me down slow an' easy,
Make love to me slow an' easy.
Take me down slow an' easy,
Rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone.
Take me down slow an' easy,
Make love to me slow an' easy.
I know that hard luck an' trouble
Is coming my way,
So rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone...
Rock me till I'm burned to the bone....
Rock me till I'm burned
To the bone.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The audience went wild, clapping, and Lindsey said, "Thank you. It was a pleasure! Goodnight!" then exited the stage. Angel was buzzed. Oh, shit. Now what? What could he say?
"Gee, Lindsey, I always thought you were too uptight to do anything like that?"
"Don't sing on stage again because I don't want anyone else wanting you?"
"I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone in my life?"
All these thoughts were rolling around in his head, but he couldn't say them........and then, suddenly.....it didn't matter. Because Lindsey was standing in front of him, arms crossed, waiting. There was an underlying hum in the air. Angel was more than aware they had a roomful of people watching them.
It was hard to imagine this was the same man who, a few nights ago, had screamed "I'm not gay!" and "I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on Earth!" at him.
This man in front of him.....he wasn't shy or recedent at all. This as the real Lindsey.....who sang to Angel, about wishes, fantasies, and desires. Angel could see Lindsey plainly didn't care who the fuck knew. He had made a choice and he had made his point.
Angel slowly stood up. He walked over to Lindsey, who lifted his chin a little in a gesture that said, yeah, I want you. What are you gonna do about it?
Angel's answer? He kissed Lindsey in front of what felt like the whole damn world.
~TBC~
Go To Sleep (Fais Do-Do)
by Menomegirl
Summary: Angel muses. Lindsey sings. Angel gets a shock.
Rating: NC-17
Author Notes: This was written in response to a direct challenge, in tune with Angel's "Pick a style, Pal." comment in "Dead End". My answer?
1.A song from a video: REM: "Losing My Religion"
2.A song by a female country artist: Faith Hill: "Go The Distance"
3.A song by an all-boy band: I know Nan expected Backstreet Boys or N'Sync, but Whitesnake works, too. (HA HA). Whitesnake: "Slow An' Easy"
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss, ME, etc, etc. Only written for fun, not profit.
Go To Sleep (Fais Do-Do)
Angel's POV
It had been an insane day, beginning with his instructions to have a toilet installed in his suite to the roaring argument he'd had with Spike about his leaving for Europe. Not that he truly gave a shit what Spike did, Angel just felt that as his grandsire, he had the right to make the other vampire submit to his wishes, pretty much when he felt like it. That's how it just was.
Yet a part of him knew he wanted Spike to seek her out, so she'd break his heart the way his had been earlier that summer. Then maybe the other vampire could hopefully move on. Angel was steadfastly ignoring the voice that kept saying he wished Willow had never brought her back from the dead. The voice that said she should have been left in peace. The voice that also said his life had been pure hell since they'd returned from Pylea. The one that said nothing had gone right since.
But the loudest voice of all was the one that said his life just hadn't been the same since one blue-eyed lawyer left town. Despite the renovation of Wolfram & Hart, it was the voices of the past he heard in Gunn's office. It was the glimpses of the past he saw everywhere he turned. It was in the long denied longing in his body that kept screaming: Lindsey Lindsey Lindsey. Even though they'd been under a spell, laying with Eve had only made that longing worse. The whole time his body had still been screaming: Lindsey Lindsey Lindsey. He'd been at a lose to explain why that was.
It had been Christmas Eve that he'd finally understood. He'd gotten drunk on scotch, and he had passed out on the bed. It had been the sound of the door opening, and the aroma of Lindsey McDonald that had awoken him. Yeah, he knew that smell. He hadn't forgotten it at all. He had lain there wondering what the errant lawyer would do, and was caught off-guard by his sense of Lindsey's utter shock at seeing him like that. Even funnier was the repeated "Well, fuck." He'd realized Lindsey was off-guard himself.
It was the scotch and his amusement that had began the bickering. He had wanted to wipe that oh so careful expression from the young man's face, so he'd said the most outrageous thing he could think of. Worked like a charm, too. The bickering had began and it continued until Lindsey lost the ability to speak, and had crawled into the bed.
It was even more amusing to the vampire when the young man had kissed him for real. He'd felt the shock Lindsey experienced when their tongues had met. He'd heard that low moan when the kiss deepened, felt the other man's body temperature rise. It then became a game to see how far he could take it before Lindsey came to his senses. Soon after, Angel began to realize that wasn't going to happen. The young man was responding to his caresses in a way that made Angel long to possess him. Only he wanted to be damn sure Lindsey knew what he was doing, who he was with, and what he was getting into.
So, Angel had said the one thing he figured would piss Lindsey off, make him go away, leaving the vampire with a raging hard on, only the young man hadn't become angry. A wave of emotion ran through his body when the vampire had asked him to spread his legs. Lindsey looked into Angel's eyes and he thought about it. That long glance between them had Angel promising it wouldn't hurt much. Another, even stronger wave of emotion ran through the young man under him.
Angel looked into those suddenly very open, vulnerable blue eyes.....and he'd never, ever wanted anything in his long, long life as badly as he wanted Lindsey to invite him in. It turned into something else when Lindsey did it, stopped being a game for Angel the second the young man licked those kiss reddened lips, let himself be taken over by what he felt, and moved his body in wordless invitation to the vampire.
He had been glad when Lindsey had fled. He'd been even happier that he had returned. Angel had handled it all just fine, without Lindsey becoming aware of his growing infatuation, until the minute the young man said he wasn't falling in love. That stung the vampire's ego, and he did something he wished now he hadn't. He'd made love to Lindsey, forcing the young man into awareness of the emotions he held in his heart.
A dangerous thing, that. He'd seen Lindsey burn for Darla. He knew how far the errant lawyer was willing to go where his heart was concerned. Had he helped or hurt them both bringing those fragile feelings to the surface?
Now there was this message Harmony had handed him. A phone call from a man refusing to leave his name. The name of a nightclub, the address, a time to be there, and the message? It works both ways. Be there. Lindsey obviously felt like it was Angel's turn to chase. That was cool with the vampire. He only hoped Lindsey was prepared to be caught.
--------------------------------
Lindsey's POV
By the time he finally caught sight of Angel, Lindsey's nerves were damn near shot. His stomach was all tied up in knots, regretting having set this up, and he probably shouldn't have ate that spicy Cajun dinner. He'd felt like ralphing a few times. He kept asking himself why he'd thought this was a good idea?? But he knew the answer, no matter how many times he tried to talk himself into bailing, he just couldn't.
Angel wanted to play? Lindsey was cool with that, but he needed the vampire to know once and for all who he was playing with. Not an evil lawyer willing to do anything to ensure the success of his job or a love-sick fool willing to be used and walked all over. In the two years before he'd left LA, Angel hadn't ever tried to see underneath either facade. Now, he was going to introduce himself, Lindsey McDonald style. He was gonna take the stage, and Angel would have to deal with it. He'd have to see past the past and into the present. Why was he doing this?
Because he felt like it.
----------------------------
Angel's POV
Angel sat at the table, nursing his scotch, wondering where the hell Lindsey was. He felt uncomfortable, among so many people. He hated bars. He hated crowds. He hated being in a crowed bar. He wanted to go home. He kept half an ear on the band while he scanned the crowd, looking for the man he'd come to meet. He was vaguely aware that a different singer, named Sean, was being introduced, but he was busy checking out the crowd. His eyes slid past the stage, and then it seemed like time slowed down for a few seconds as his gaze swung back to the stage.
Holy Shit!
That was Lindsey on stage. In his blue jeans and boots. Wearing a long sleeved blue silk shirt. And his earrings. Damn, the man looked good. He looked great. He looked good enough to eat, for God's sake. He was aware Lindsey was saying something, but he was too busy just taking it in, just staring to pay attention to what was being said. He felt pole-axed. Then the band started playing, Lindsey started singing, and Angel's perspective of the young man changed rabidly.
---------------------------------
Oh, Life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
---------------------------------
Okay, how had he missed that whiskey and sex voice when Lindsey had sung at Caritos?
How had he avoided being as stunned as everyone around him had been?
Because......DAMN.
------------------------------------
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lindsey was just standing there, singing into the mike. Yet Angel could feel the tension in his body from here.
----------------------------------------
Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
-----------------------------------------
And then Lindsey looked directly at Angel.
-----------------------------------------
Consider this....
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
-----------------------------------
Well......fuck, Angel thought.
------------------------------------
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
----------------------------------------
Well....fuck, Angel thought again.
------------------------------------------
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
---------------------------------
Well.....damn, Angel thought.
----------------------------------
But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why, try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream
Dream
---------------------------------------
The audience was clapping, whistling, making comments about how damn sexy Lindsey was but all Angel could do was sit there and be stunned. And be hard.
Christ, it felt as if Lindsey had given him a blowjob from the stage. He kept thinking Oh fuck, and he knew his brain wasn't working, but....oh fuck.
Then the band started playing another song, and the fog in his mind cleared a little. Lindsey disconnected the mike from the stand, and he wasn't held immobile now. Lindsey on stage.....damn, he had a cocky walk......didn't he?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You got me headed in a new direction
Got no reason to turn around
Ain't got no looking back or second guessing
It's time to find what love is really all about and
Go the distance
Let our hearts lead us on
All the way to forever tonight
Can't resist it
The feelin's way too strong
Go the distance this time
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Okay.....what was this.....country? Progressive country? What? Then the words hit him and oh shit! Angel thought.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The road to love is paved with shiftin' gravel
We may find ourselves on shaky ground
And there ain't no place that these two hearts can't travel
Even when we're miles apart together we are bound to
Go the distance
Let our hearts lead us on
All the way to forever tonight
Can't resist it
The feelin's way too strong
Go the distance this time
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Angel suddenly smiled at how silly Lindsey was making him feel. He was doing this on purpose. This was WAY better than COPS SUCK.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
There will be rainy days and bridges left to cross
But if we lose our way we can't get lost if we
Go the distance
Let our hearts lead us on
All the way to forever tonight
Can't resist it, man
The feelin's way too strong
Go the distance this time
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ooh, nice vocals, Angel thought.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Go the distance
Let our hearts lead us on
All the way to forever tonight
Can't resist it, man
The feelin's way too strong
Go the distance this time
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Damn, Angel thought while the audience clapped, Lindsey talked, and yeah....that had been country. Lindsey had that growly sound down. He did that really good. Yeah, Angel liked that. He'd known there was more to the errant lawyer than he'd always shown. Before now, however.... Angel hadn't been motivated to find out what was underneath.
This was just too weird.
Then the band started playing kind of slow, and Angel thought it was going to be a ballad this time. He smiled. He liked ballads.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You keep on pushing, babe,
Like I've never known before.
You know you want me crazy, child,
An' I just wanna see you on the floor.
I wanna superstitious woman
An' she got a superstitious mind.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
OH MY GOD Can you say walking, singing sex?????? Angel crushed the glass in his hand, looked down at the mess he'd made, thought......oh my God again as he looked on stage. He just couldn't take his eyes off Lindsey now.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I can't see you, baby,
I can't see you anymore, no more.
You keep on loving me
Like I've never known before.
I wanna superstitious woman
With a superstitious, a superstitious mind,
an' I don't mind, baby.
Look out.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
uh.....uh.....this is NOT country or a ballad. Holy shit! Lindsey was running his hand down his chest, all over, and......and fuck the audience was going crazy. Shit! Was he a lawyer, an exhibitionist, or a Chippendale?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My heart is beating faster, babe,
It's beating like a big bass drum.
You know you got me speeding, child,
Faster than a bullet from a gun.
You're a superstitious woman
An' I got a superstitious mind,
an' I don't care.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The audience was getting rowdy. Angel was beginning to feel jealous now. He wanted to scream Hey, that man is mine! Back the hell off!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So take me down slow an' easy,
Make love to me slow an' easy.
I know that hard luck an' trouble
Is coming my way,
So rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone,
Rock me 'til I'm burned
to the bone.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
First word: FUCK Second word: ME
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I don't care about, oh,
I don't care about love, no more.
The way you keep abusing me
I love it
I can't take no more.
I wanna woman
She got a superstitious mind.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Did that growl come from me? I think it did.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So take me down slow an' easy,
Make love to me slow an' easy.
I know that hard luck an' trouble
Is coming my way,
So rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone,
Rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone,
Rock me 'til I'm burned.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Music now, but Lindsey was strutting the stage, playing to the audience......damn, he was good.
Angel couldn't wait to get his hands on him.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(Solo)
So take me down slow an' easy,
Make love to me slow an' easy.
Take me down slow an' easy,
Rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone.
Take me down slow an' easy,
Make love to me slow an' easy.
I know that hard luck an' trouble
Is coming my way,
So rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone...
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The audience was clapping in time, singing with Lindsey....and oh my God......where had his evil lawyer boy gone? Who was this man that could take the stage like he was born to it? Why the hell WAS HE A LAWYER?
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So take me down slow an' easy,
Make love to me slow an' easy.
Take me down slow an' easy,
Rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone.
Take me down slow an' easy,
Make love to me slow an' easy.
I know that hard luck an' trouble
Is coming my way,
So rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone...
Rock me till I'm burned to the bone....
Rock me till I'm burned
To the bone.
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The audience went wild, clapping, and Lindsey said, "Thank you. It was a pleasure! Goodnight!" then exited the stage. Angel was buzzed. Oh, shit. Now what? What could he say?
"Gee, Lindsey, I always thought you were too uptight to do anything like that?"
"Don't sing on stage again because I don't want anyone else wanting you?"
"I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone in my life?"
All these thoughts were rolling around in his head, but he couldn't say them........and then, suddenly.....it didn't matter. Because Lindsey was standing in front of him, arms crossed, waiting. There was an underlying hum in the air. Angel was more than aware they had a roomful of people watching them.
It was hard to imagine this was the same man who, a few nights ago, had screamed "I'm not gay!" and "I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on Earth!" at him.
This man in front of him.....he wasn't shy or recedent at all. This as the real Lindsey.....who sang to Angel, about wishes, fantasies, and desires. Angel could see Lindsey plainly didn't care who the fuck knew. He had made a choice and he had made his point.
Angel slowly stood up. He walked over to Lindsey, who lifted his chin a little in a gesture that said, yeah, I want you. What are you gonna do about it?
Angel's answer? He kissed Lindsey in front of what felt like the whole damn world.
~TBC~