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Title: I Burn
Author: Mel (thatotherperv)
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: human AU. Spike is a pyromaniac, stalking a fire investigator named Angel. An improbable love story (to say the least).
Warnings: Angst, obviously, from the setup. D/s but not of the usual variety. It’s more…emotional D/s than lifestyle or kink (though there is *some* kink, there’s nothing extreme). Hard to explain, but you’ll see.
infinite thanks tokitty_poker1 for being my second pair of eyes, giving me advice on plot, characterization, and the occasional spelling error. *squishes her*
Note: I accept concrit. but if you have something to discuss with me in need of improvement or clarification, you should bring that concern to me in this post or in email at thatotherperv@livejournal.com. it just makes my life easier to have it in one place.
“You breathe…I burn.”
—Toadies
Previous chapters here
Chapter 3
It had been a day since he’d set fire to the Manners mansion, and Will had just gotten off his afternoon shift downtown. Willy’s wasn’t on his way home, but it was comfortable and familiar and he had a yen to be around people who weren’t looking down their noses at him.
He settled himself into a booth instead of perching at the bar, preferring to relax in anonymity.
Which was ironic, considering he was on the news.
Or, Liam was on the news. Sound bites from an earlier press conference. He’d become enamored…obsessed…with the big berk just this way. Looked great in a suit, his Liam did. Filled out the crisp white shirt nicely, broad shoulders giving the jacket something substantial to hang on to. Pink tie, in Texas, the ballsy git. Then again, who was going to argue with a man with fists that size? Wasn’t a fool born.
Will was enjoying the warm buzz he got from listening to Liam confidently answer questions for the press…so he was startled when the real thing—a slightly more rumpled, ragged version—slid into the booth across from him.
He blinked until Liam flashed him a broad, crooked smile. “Hey.”
Delight too big to hide tugged at his lips. “Hey yourself.”
“Man, it’s been a long day.” He nodded towards the bar. “You need anything?”
“Whatever you’re having.”
“Trust me, you don’t want what I’m having.”
Will quirked a brow. “Alright, Heineken then.”
Liam nodded, and then he was off, leaving Will to get a handle on the spin of his head. Hadn’t expected to see him so soon. He must be fresh off a long night and then some. Looked a bit knackered, now that he thought about it. Dark smudges beneath his eyes and a little pale under the perpetual Texas tan.
An 11 o’clock shadow, as well, but…Will found he couldn’t complain about that look. Scruffy suited him.
His eyes found the tight ass in snug slacks. Liam was leaning against the bar waiting to be served, chatting to Willy…he’d shed the coat in the car, obviously…thus, the view. The ass shifted and Will realized Liam was looking over his shoulder in his direction. He quickly tore his eyes up to his face in time to see the amusement there.
Bloody hell. Well, it wasn’t as though either of them was being terribly coy.
Liam joined him again, sliding a green bottle across the sticky surface of the table. His own drink was, oddly, in a Styrofoam cup.
“Cheers, mate. What’s that?”
The question was met with a grimace. “Whiskey. In coffee.”
Will watched as he heaped in cream and sugar. “Seems a bit on the fancy side for a place like this.”
Liam snorted. “It’s not exactly on the menu. Take Willy’s pig slop that passes for coffee, add Jack and sugar to taste.”
Will shuddered. “Dunno why you’d subject yourself to that.”
A shrug. “Beats being a zombie. I just got off a case.”
“Ah.” Tread lightly. Just some flirtatious small talk between two blokes who desperately want to shag. Or one that desperately wants, and the other that’s considering indulging him kindly. “Would this be our friend from the news?”
Liam gave him a level look. “The River Oaks fire, yeah.”
“Wouldn’t think you could discuss cases.”
“I can’t. But it’s not exactly a secret that I’m on it, the way they keep parading me around on the news like a prize pony.”
“And a lovely pony, you are.”
That got a quiet laugh. Their eyes held. “Thanks, I guess.”
Will warmed under the attention and finally dropped his gaze to his beer, ending the moment. “You look done in, though. Should probably be all tucked in by now.” That either sounded too forward or like he was trying to run him off. He cringed inwardly. He was such a git. Liam didn’t seem to notice his awkwardness.
He shrugged. His eyes drifted off, and Will felt a guilty clutch as his pet looked exhausted and a bit haunted. “I can’t sleep just yet. I needed to wind down.”
“Me too, actually.” That brought brown eyes back around to him.
“You just getting off? I thought you worked the night shift.”
“I do, at the store. This is the second job.”
“What’s that.”
Eyes steady, voice even, shoulders relaxed. It’s a perfectly normal way to earn dosh.
“Valet parking at The Bellemont.”
Will relaxed internally when Liam received it with passing interest. “Huh. They have valet service in the afternoons?”
He smirked and took a sip of his beer, relaxing further into the seat. “Yeah, we can’t have the nouveau riche hoofing it while trying to charm clients over a power lunch, can we.”
Liam smiled in recognition. “No, guess not.”
He looked like he wanted to say something else. Will cocked his head. “What?”
The Styrofoam cup skimmed across the glass tabletop back and forth between Liam’s hands. “Nothing. I’d just think you’d be a little too, um….” His eyes skidded over Will’s hair and clothing. “Unusual, for their taste.”
It was clear that Liam expected him to be insulted. He thought of the way restaurant clientele treated him and smirked. “You’d be surprised.”
He waited a beat for the innuendo to sink in. Liam’s eyes rounded. “You’re joking.”
He kept up the smug front. “Nope. The urban cowboy is alive and well, in all senses of the word.” Liam’s face flickered with uncertainty, and he realized how that sounded. Not the best impression. “Wishful thinking on their part. Not like I’d let any of the flashy old goats get anywhere near my non-existent knickers.”
Will’s heart thudded when brown eyes slid down to his crotch and held with interest. When they returned to his, there was no trace of Liam’s earlier shyness.
Will’s palms were feeling a little clammy, but he choked down on the nerves. “Prefer my men all young and mysterious.”
The smirk he received left him feeling like an unwary little fly. Got himself all wrapped up gently in silk before he realized he was fucked.
He was hoping that was literal.
~*~*~*~*~
Afternoon turned to evening, which turned to night and nearly early morning, and the two of them were still parked in the booth, nursing drinks and well on their way to shutting the bar down at the 2am last call.
Will had forgotten to be tired, and from the looks of it, so had Liam. He noticed the way the big man uncoiled and relaxed under his attention, tie loosened, arm stretched out across the back of the booth, knees sprawling relaxed and tangled warmly against Will’s.
Small talk, big talk, hours and hours of everything and nothing, and it was so comfortable that Will wondered if it was happening at all. Liam was across from him, smiling and laughing and teasing and flirting…it was almost too much.
Almost. He wasn’t a complete sodding idiot.
It was late, and they were both loose, buzzed on beer and chemistry.
“So, what made young Liam join up with the fire department at the tender age of 18? Besides the dashing uniform and all the lads you could shake your stick at.”
There was a good-humored smile that didn’t quite touch Liam’s eyes, and Will could see him choosing his wording. “There was a fire when I was young…it destroyed our family home. It’s my first memory.”
There was so much more to it than that, Will knew. But he just nodded, with a touch of sympathy. “Good reason.”
They didn’t speak for a long time, but when Liam looked up at him and said “When did you know?”…Will didn’t have to ask what they were talking about, because they’d been building to the subject all evening. Dancing around sex and sexuality. Personal history.
His gaze was steady. “Long about always, I think. Was always trying to kiss the lads in the schoolyard…sometimes they let me.”
He grinned crookedly, and Liam seemed to accept the whitewashed half-truth.
“You were out early then.”
“Dunno if I’d call it that, luv. Didn’t exactly have engraved announcements. Seems everyone just always knew, ‘fore I even had words for it.”
“Still, that’s…brave.”
Will shrugged it off, pleased beyond the telling but unwilling to let it show. Besides, he wasn’t. If this were someone else, he’d shrug on the big bad persona and brag—brag about how he was never afraid and anyone with a problem could sod off—but this was Liam…. “Nothing brave about a duck being recognized for his feathers. Can’t hide it.”
He sometimes wondered what his life would have been like if he’d been able…if he’d been less obvious.
Might have starved to death at 16, for one.
“I did.”
Liam’s troubled expression caught his attention. “Did what?”
“Hide it.”
Will nodded as he tipped back the last of his bottle. “Imagine you could.”
“Even from myself, I think, for a long time. It wasn’t exactly something I thought I could think about.”
No, he certainly couldn’t. Liam Callaghan, small town boy. Will’s heart swelled with affection, enjoying the surreal intimacy of the conversation.
Liam laughed at some distant memory. “My first time, I was so nervous. I didn’t know if I even wanted to be there or…what to do. He had to do just about everything. He was a nice guy. During, anyway.”
Will ached. Liam’s eyes slid back to him from under his lashes. And then more directly.
The look changed, though Will couldn’t say how. Liam didn’t move, but there was a visible shift in intensity, until Will felt sure that he was blushing, his face felt so hot. And he was hard. Christ, he was a pathetic sod.
“I got over it though.”
Will was sure he was gaping like a guppy. “…Pardon?”
Liam smiled then, and it wasn’t sweet and affable. More blood rushed to his groin. The teeth and the stubble and the eyes…. Liam seemed to expand more and relax, in his element, and suddenly there was a knee between his own, pressing snug with Will’s tightening sac.
“The nerves, the reluctance…I got over it. There are advantages to having a certain level of control.”
Will’s mouth was dry. He was fairly certain that if he opened it, he’d be panting. “Mmmm?”
Liam took Will’s hand above the table and cradled it. He stroked it gently all over, and honestly, he might as well have been stroking Will’s cock. “I like you, Will.”
He felt a surge of happiness beneath the pounding of his heart. His voice was all husky. “Like you too, pet.”
“I like you enough that I was supposed to keep my hands to myself for…another week at least, but there’s another option that’s appealing to me a whole lot more right now. If it appeals to you too, I might ditch my earlier plan.”
Will’s tongue felt too big to possibly produce coherent speech. “Let’s hear it, then.”
“I would like nothing better in the world right now than to follow you into the men’s room, push you up against a wall, drop to my knees and give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had in your life.”
Will opened his mouth but nothing came out. Then he slid wordlessly from behind the table, got to his feet, and tried not to make a complete git of himself on his wobbly legs as he made his way to the restroom.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Liam was tall enough that when he dropped to his knees on the gritty floor of the men’s, his face pressed into Will’s upper belly, biting taut skin through the cotton of Will’s shirt as he palmed the cheeks of his arse and kneaded. The hot puffs of air soaked through Will’s skin and seeped into him until he was flushed with it, so bloody hot that his legs shook when Liam pinched the tab of his zipper between thick fingers and slid it down, hot eyes trained on Will’s face with a smug little smile.
He’d never survive the blowjob, of that he was certain. He’d almost come just from the offer alone. When it came to the real thing, his heart would stop beating. As it was, he was close to cardiac arrest, muscle knocking so hard in his chest that it felt fit to explode as Liam pushed his pants to his ankles and one large hand slid up toward Spike’s nipple, wrist dragging the hem of his shirt with it. Will gasped when the sensitive nub was pinched. Shuddered and closed his eyes when Liam’s mouth brushed over the exposed skin just above his navel, tongue darting and dipping in time with the fingers on his tit. Moaned when a hand closed around his cock appreciatively and squeezed.
And when the lips left his belly and closed over the head, Will’s heart didn’t stop…but his knees buckled and the only thing that kept him from landing on his arse was his hand shooting up to clamp onto the top of the stall door. Fucked if he was going to interrupt his own wet dream come to life by sliding down the wall like a bug on a windshield.
When Will managed to drag his heavy lids open, feeling drugged, he found that Liam’s eyes were still fixed intently on his face. Held his own as that beautiful hot mouth slid down his cock with a vibrating moan, and Will sagged, threw his head back, muttering incoherently, Liam’s hand shifting from his nipple to press against Will’s sternum, steadying him against the wall.
Will gripped the partition, fingers flexing into the unyielding material as Liam twisted on and off his cock wetly—needing to hang on to something with both hands but finding himself unable to cling to the man himself, this god on his knees before him. Safer to cling to the partition, which he was fairly sure was a solid object—the rest had to be a hallucination. He’d been in his cups again, imagining this dream date and he would come to as the barkeep threw him out on his arse for sliding unconscious off his stool.
Wouldn’t be the first time.
But fuck him, it was a good one. So vivid he could almost believe it, could almost buy into the hot breath on his belly and the hot hand on his hip and the rapid slurping rhythm that threatened to suck his cock straight off his body. He was shouting. He had no idea what, and Christ if it was real, they would get booted now for certain, but he didn’t care because he was right on the edge, so close he was mad with it and he didn’t even notice that Liam’s hand was gone from his hip until a thick finger was sliding into his arse and everything whited out as he dug his fingernails into the formica and clung as he came.
He was weak and panting when the colors returned. His legs were useless but it didn’t seem to matter because Liam’s body was wedging him against the wall, one hand supporting his ass while the other dug hungrily into his hair, mouth mashing down on his own and tongue slicking inside so Will could taste his own musky salt. He moaned, and tingled warmly as Liam’s lips slipped away from his own to play at his throat, a sharp neglected erection rubbing against his hip. His body accepted the attention placidly, still so blown from his own orgasm that it took a moment to realize he was being a complete wanker.
But as soon as he lay a searching hand over the crotch of Liam’s jeans, he found it being slammed against the wall by the wrist.
“No.” Liam’s eyes were hard and sharp on his for an instant, before they softened to a more familiar expression at the confusion on his face. “Not like this. I don’t want it that way, fucking your hand in a bathroom when you don’t even know whose cock you’re holding. We’re going to cool off, and then I’m going to take you home…pin you to my bed…and fuck your brains out of your skull.” His eyes followed Will’s tongue as it moistened his lips. “And then I’ll come.”
Will felt a surge of heat that shouldn’t be possible when his brains were still puddle on the floor. The fierceness of Liam’s face was startling, but not nearly as startling as his own reaction to it. That still startled him, moreso now that it was real. He should hate it, as much as he always had from everyone else. The presumption should enrage him. He should want to hold Liam down and show him a thing or two.
But that wasn’t what he imagined when he rubbed his cock raw every night. Somehow Liam had felt that and known.
Liam stepped back then and adjusted himself, and it was a near thing that Will prevented himself from falling flat on his face.
“Right,” he managed finally. “Well. Lead the way.”
continued
madame_meretrix for the concrit and conversation. I wouldn't be posting today if it weren't for her *smooches*Title: I Burn
Author: Mel (
thatotherperv)Pairing: Angel/Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: human AU. Spike is a pyromaniac, stalking a fire investigator named Angel. An improbable love story (to say the least).
Warnings: Angst, obviously, from the setup. D/s but not of the usual variety. It’s more…emotional D/s than lifestyle or kink (though there is *some* kink, there’s nothing extreme). Hard to explain, but you’ll see.
infinite thanks to
kitty_poker1 for being my second pair of eyes, giving me advice on plot, characterization, and the occasional spelling error. *squishes her*Note: I accept concrit. but if you have something to discuss with me in need of improvement or clarification, you should bring that concern to me in this post or in email at thatotherperv@livejournal.com. it just makes my life easier to have it in one place.
“You breathe…I burn.”
—Toadies
Previous chapters here
Chapter 3
It had been a day since he’d set fire to the Manners mansion, and Will had just gotten off his afternoon shift downtown. Willy’s wasn’t on his way home, but it was comfortable and familiar and he had a yen to be around people who weren’t looking down their noses at him.
He settled himself into a booth instead of perching at the bar, preferring to relax in anonymity.
Which was ironic, considering he was on the news.
Or, Liam was on the news. Sound bites from an earlier press conference. He’d become enamored…obsessed…with the big berk just this way. Looked great in a suit, his Liam did. Filled out the crisp white shirt nicely, broad shoulders giving the jacket something substantial to hang on to. Pink tie, in Texas, the ballsy git. Then again, who was going to argue with a man with fists that size? Wasn’t a fool born.
Will was enjoying the warm buzz he got from listening to Liam confidently answer questions for the press…so he was startled when the real thing—a slightly more rumpled, ragged version—slid into the booth across from him.
He blinked until Liam flashed him a broad, crooked smile. “Hey.”
Delight too big to hide tugged at his lips. “Hey yourself.”
“Man, it’s been a long day.” He nodded towards the bar. “You need anything?”
“Whatever you’re having.”
“Trust me, you don’t want what I’m having.”
Will quirked a brow. “Alright, Heineken then.”
Liam nodded, and then he was off, leaving Will to get a handle on the spin of his head. Hadn’t expected to see him so soon. He must be fresh off a long night and then some. Looked a bit knackered, now that he thought about it. Dark smudges beneath his eyes and a little pale under the perpetual Texas tan.
An 11 o’clock shadow, as well, but…Will found he couldn’t complain about that look. Scruffy suited him.
His eyes found the tight ass in snug slacks. Liam was leaning against the bar waiting to be served, chatting to Willy…he’d shed the coat in the car, obviously…thus, the view. The ass shifted and Will realized Liam was looking over his shoulder in his direction. He quickly tore his eyes up to his face in time to see the amusement there.
Bloody hell. Well, it wasn’t as though either of them was being terribly coy.
Liam joined him again, sliding a green bottle across the sticky surface of the table. His own drink was, oddly, in a Styrofoam cup.
“Cheers, mate. What’s that?”
The question was met with a grimace. “Whiskey. In coffee.”
Will watched as he heaped in cream and sugar. “Seems a bit on the fancy side for a place like this.”
Liam snorted. “It’s not exactly on the menu. Take Willy’s pig slop that passes for coffee, add Jack and sugar to taste.”
Will shuddered. “Dunno why you’d subject yourself to that.”
A shrug. “Beats being a zombie. I just got off a case.”
“Ah.” Tread lightly. Just some flirtatious small talk between two blokes who desperately want to shag. Or one that desperately wants, and the other that’s considering indulging him kindly. “Would this be our friend from the news?”
Liam gave him a level look. “The River Oaks fire, yeah.”
“Wouldn’t think you could discuss cases.”
“I can’t. But it’s not exactly a secret that I’m on it, the way they keep parading me around on the news like a prize pony.”
“And a lovely pony, you are.”
That got a quiet laugh. Their eyes held. “Thanks, I guess.”
Will warmed under the attention and finally dropped his gaze to his beer, ending the moment. “You look done in, though. Should probably be all tucked in by now.” That either sounded too forward or like he was trying to run him off. He cringed inwardly. He was such a git. Liam didn’t seem to notice his awkwardness.
He shrugged. His eyes drifted off, and Will felt a guilty clutch as his pet looked exhausted and a bit haunted. “I can’t sleep just yet. I needed to wind down.”
“Me too, actually.” That brought brown eyes back around to him.
“You just getting off? I thought you worked the night shift.”
“I do, at the store. This is the second job.”
“What’s that.”
Eyes steady, voice even, shoulders relaxed. It’s a perfectly normal way to earn dosh.
“Valet parking at The Bellemont.”
Will relaxed internally when Liam received it with passing interest. “Huh. They have valet service in the afternoons?”
He smirked and took a sip of his beer, relaxing further into the seat. “Yeah, we can’t have the nouveau riche hoofing it while trying to charm clients over a power lunch, can we.”
Liam smiled in recognition. “No, guess not.”
He looked like he wanted to say something else. Will cocked his head. “What?”
The Styrofoam cup skimmed across the glass tabletop back and forth between Liam’s hands. “Nothing. I’d just think you’d be a little too, um….” His eyes skidded over Will’s hair and clothing. “Unusual, for their taste.”
It was clear that Liam expected him to be insulted. He thought of the way restaurant clientele treated him and smirked. “You’d be surprised.”
He waited a beat for the innuendo to sink in. Liam’s eyes rounded. “You’re joking.”
He kept up the smug front. “Nope. The urban cowboy is alive and well, in all senses of the word.” Liam’s face flickered with uncertainty, and he realized how that sounded. Not the best impression. “Wishful thinking on their part. Not like I’d let any of the flashy old goats get anywhere near my non-existent knickers.”
Will’s heart thudded when brown eyes slid down to his crotch and held with interest. When they returned to his, there was no trace of Liam’s earlier shyness.
Will’s palms were feeling a little clammy, but he choked down on the nerves. “Prefer my men all young and mysterious.”
The smirk he received left him feeling like an unwary little fly. Got himself all wrapped up gently in silk before he realized he was fucked.
He was hoping that was literal.
~*~*~*~*~
Afternoon turned to evening, which turned to night and nearly early morning, and the two of them were still parked in the booth, nursing drinks and well on their way to shutting the bar down at the 2am last call.
Will had forgotten to be tired, and from the looks of it, so had Liam. He noticed the way the big man uncoiled and relaxed under his attention, tie loosened, arm stretched out across the back of the booth, knees sprawling relaxed and tangled warmly against Will’s.
Small talk, big talk, hours and hours of everything and nothing, and it was so comfortable that Will wondered if it was happening at all. Liam was across from him, smiling and laughing and teasing and flirting…it was almost too much.
Almost. He wasn’t a complete sodding idiot.
It was late, and they were both loose, buzzed on beer and chemistry.
“So, what made young Liam join up with the fire department at the tender age of 18? Besides the dashing uniform and all the lads you could shake your stick at.”
There was a good-humored smile that didn’t quite touch Liam’s eyes, and Will could see him choosing his wording. “There was a fire when I was young…it destroyed our family home. It’s my first memory.”
There was so much more to it than that, Will knew. But he just nodded, with a touch of sympathy. “Good reason.”
They didn’t speak for a long time, but when Liam looked up at him and said “When did you know?”…Will didn’t have to ask what they were talking about, because they’d been building to the subject all evening. Dancing around sex and sexuality. Personal history.
His gaze was steady. “Long about always, I think. Was always trying to kiss the lads in the schoolyard…sometimes they let me.”
He grinned crookedly, and Liam seemed to accept the whitewashed half-truth.
“You were out early then.”
“Dunno if I’d call it that, luv. Didn’t exactly have engraved announcements. Seems everyone just always knew, ‘fore I even had words for it.”
“Still, that’s…brave.”
Will shrugged it off, pleased beyond the telling but unwilling to let it show. Besides, he wasn’t. If this were someone else, he’d shrug on the big bad persona and brag—brag about how he was never afraid and anyone with a problem could sod off—but this was Liam…. “Nothing brave about a duck being recognized for his feathers. Can’t hide it.”
He sometimes wondered what his life would have been like if he’d been able…if he’d been less obvious.
Might have starved to death at 16, for one.
“I did.”
Liam’s troubled expression caught his attention. “Did what?”
“Hide it.”
Will nodded as he tipped back the last of his bottle. “Imagine you could.”
“Even from myself, I think, for a long time. It wasn’t exactly something I thought I could think about.”
No, he certainly couldn’t. Liam Callaghan, small town boy. Will’s heart swelled with affection, enjoying the surreal intimacy of the conversation.
Liam laughed at some distant memory. “My first time, I was so nervous. I didn’t know if I even wanted to be there or…what to do. He had to do just about everything. He was a nice guy. During, anyway.”
Will ached. Liam’s eyes slid back to him from under his lashes. And then more directly.
The look changed, though Will couldn’t say how. Liam didn’t move, but there was a visible shift in intensity, until Will felt sure that he was blushing, his face felt so hot. And he was hard. Christ, he was a pathetic sod.
“I got over it though.”
Will was sure he was gaping like a guppy. “…Pardon?”
Liam smiled then, and it wasn’t sweet and affable. More blood rushed to his groin. The teeth and the stubble and the eyes…. Liam seemed to expand more and relax, in his element, and suddenly there was a knee between his own, pressing snug with Will’s tightening sac.
“The nerves, the reluctance…I got over it. There are advantages to having a certain level of control.”
Will’s mouth was dry. He was fairly certain that if he opened it, he’d be panting. “Mmmm?”
Liam took Will’s hand above the table and cradled it. He stroked it gently all over, and honestly, he might as well have been stroking Will’s cock. “I like you, Will.”
He felt a surge of happiness beneath the pounding of his heart. His voice was all husky. “Like you too, pet.”
“I like you enough that I was supposed to keep my hands to myself for…another week at least, but there’s another option that’s appealing to me a whole lot more right now. If it appeals to you too, I might ditch my earlier plan.”
Will’s tongue felt too big to possibly produce coherent speech. “Let’s hear it, then.”
“I would like nothing better in the world right now than to follow you into the men’s room, push you up against a wall, drop to my knees and give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had in your life.”
Will opened his mouth but nothing came out. Then he slid wordlessly from behind the table, got to his feet, and tried not to make a complete git of himself on his wobbly legs as he made his way to the restroom.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Liam was tall enough that when he dropped to his knees on the gritty floor of the men’s, his face pressed into Will’s upper belly, biting taut skin through the cotton of Will’s shirt as he palmed the cheeks of his arse and kneaded. The hot puffs of air soaked through Will’s skin and seeped into him until he was flushed with it, so bloody hot that his legs shook when Liam pinched the tab of his zipper between thick fingers and slid it down, hot eyes trained on Will’s face with a smug little smile.
He’d never survive the blowjob, of that he was certain. He’d almost come just from the offer alone. When it came to the real thing, his heart would stop beating. As it was, he was close to cardiac arrest, muscle knocking so hard in his chest that it felt fit to explode as Liam pushed his pants to his ankles and one large hand slid up toward Spike’s nipple, wrist dragging the hem of his shirt with it. Will gasped when the sensitive nub was pinched. Shuddered and closed his eyes when Liam’s mouth brushed over the exposed skin just above his navel, tongue darting and dipping in time with the fingers on his tit. Moaned when a hand closed around his cock appreciatively and squeezed.
And when the lips left his belly and closed over the head, Will’s heart didn’t stop…but his knees buckled and the only thing that kept him from landing on his arse was his hand shooting up to clamp onto the top of the stall door. Fucked if he was going to interrupt his own wet dream come to life by sliding down the wall like a bug on a windshield.
When Will managed to drag his heavy lids open, feeling drugged, he found that Liam’s eyes were still fixed intently on his face. Held his own as that beautiful hot mouth slid down his cock with a vibrating moan, and Will sagged, threw his head back, muttering incoherently, Liam’s hand shifting from his nipple to press against Will’s sternum, steadying him against the wall.
Will gripped the partition, fingers flexing into the unyielding material as Liam twisted on and off his cock wetly—needing to hang on to something with both hands but finding himself unable to cling to the man himself, this god on his knees before him. Safer to cling to the partition, which he was fairly sure was a solid object—the rest had to be a hallucination. He’d been in his cups again, imagining this dream date and he would come to as the barkeep threw him out on his arse for sliding unconscious off his stool.
Wouldn’t be the first time.
But fuck him, it was a good one. So vivid he could almost believe it, could almost buy into the hot breath on his belly and the hot hand on his hip and the rapid slurping rhythm that threatened to suck his cock straight off his body. He was shouting. He had no idea what, and Christ if it was real, they would get booted now for certain, but he didn’t care because he was right on the edge, so close he was mad with it and he didn’t even notice that Liam’s hand was gone from his hip until a thick finger was sliding into his arse and everything whited out as he dug his fingernails into the formica and clung as he came.
He was weak and panting when the colors returned. His legs were useless but it didn’t seem to matter because Liam’s body was wedging him against the wall, one hand supporting his ass while the other dug hungrily into his hair, mouth mashing down on his own and tongue slicking inside so Will could taste his own musky salt. He moaned, and tingled warmly as Liam’s lips slipped away from his own to play at his throat, a sharp neglected erection rubbing against his hip. His body accepted the attention placidly, still so blown from his own orgasm that it took a moment to realize he was being a complete wanker.
But as soon as he lay a searching hand over the crotch of Liam’s jeans, he found it being slammed against the wall by the wrist.
“No.” Liam’s eyes were hard and sharp on his for an instant, before they softened to a more familiar expression at the confusion on his face. “Not like this. I don’t want it that way, fucking your hand in a bathroom when you don’t even know whose cock you’re holding. We’re going to cool off, and then I’m going to take you home…pin you to my bed…and fuck your brains out of your skull.” His eyes followed Will’s tongue as it moistened his lips. “And then I’ll come.”
Will felt a surge of heat that shouldn’t be possible when his brains were still puddle on the floor. The fierceness of Liam’s face was startling, but not nearly as startling as his own reaction to it. That still startled him, moreso now that it was real. He should hate it, as much as he always had from everyone else. The presumption should enrage him. He should want to hold Liam down and show him a thing or two.
But that wasn’t what he imagined when he rubbed his cock raw every night. Somehow Liam had felt that and known.
Liam stepped back then and adjusted himself, and it was a near thing that Will prevented himself from falling flat on his face.
“Right,” he managed finally. “Well. Lead the way.”
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Date: 2007-05-17 07:56 pm (UTC)Whoa. Will wasn't sure his heart could survive the blowjob uh? Well how do you think *my* heart can survive *that* sentence?? *sweats profusely*
Thought Spike was the pyromaniac in this story... but it's Liam who set me (and Spike...lol) on fire here! Wow.
*goes to drink something icy*
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Date: 2007-05-17 09:26 pm (UTC)thanks babe!
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Date: 2007-05-17 08:35 pm (UTC)You're too good at this writing, my sweet!
GUH!
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Date: 2007-05-17 09:27 pm (UTC)aww, honey that's a lovely thing to say. thank you muchly!
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Date: 2007-05-17 08:40 pm (UTC)How I adore your little humourous anecdotes. You do them so well. I think they are like quartz, sparkling up your prose.
His eyes found the tight ass in snug slacks. Liam was leaning against the bar waiting to be served, chatting to Willy…he’d shed the coat in the car, obviously…thus, the view. The ass shifted and Will realized Liam was looking over his shoulder in his direction. He quickly tore his eyes up to his face in time to see the amusement there.
Bloody hell. Well, it wasn’t as though either of them was being terribly coy.
Yum. I love the dynamic you have going with this pairing.
“Valet parking at The Bellemont.”
Oh, that's where he gets the keys and the hatred of some of the rich guys?
I loved the part when he put his knee against Will's sac. And the blow job was amazing.
Really great chapter. I never really know where you will go with this one.
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Date: 2007-05-17 09:29 pm (UTC)Oh, that's where he gets the keys and the hatred of some of the rich guys?
partially! there's more to it than that. I have the feeling I'm going to keep people guessing for a while with this one. hopefully :)
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Date: 2007-05-17 08:45 pm (UTC)Wonderful chapter.
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Date: 2007-05-17 09:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-17 08:52 pm (UTC)annnnnd, guh. holy hell, woman, can you bring it. i think the scene in the bathroom here is like, permanently seared into my brain. lmao. whew.
As I said before, I love all of the subtle give and take here between them. They're getting to know each other and sort of... laying down the ground rules. mmm. And Liam's shift into domminess? spot. on. just so so perfect.
“I got over it though.”
Will was sure he was gaping like a guppy. “…Pardon?”
Liam smiled then, and it wasn’t sweet and affable. yes, m'am. that's just awesome.
and i loved how Spike's internal critique of himself is so at odds with how he appears to Liam. That takes a shitload of skill. It makes me wonder what Liam's hiding when he says:
“I would like nothing better in the world right now than to follow you into the men’s room, push you up against a wall, drop to my knees and give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had in your life.”
There is so much happening in this story, on so many levels. I just love it to bits.
and i really dig how the end came out. That's dead on, imo. He should hate it, as much as he always had from everyone else. The presumption should enrage him. He should want to hold Liam down and show him a thing or two.
just... YES. Spike being surprised by his own exception to his own rules? I love it. I love how he thinks he has like, this whole program of how it's going to go, but he didn't take into account his own ability to lose himself in his uh... project.
*giant smooch* thanks so much for letting me get a sneak peek, i was thrilled. and i'm thrilled to see this up today. This is a wonderful story.
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Date: 2007-05-17 09:38 pm (UTC)glad I captured that first-date dance. it's all negotiation at that stage, man.
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Date: 2007-05-17 08:53 pm (UTC)Uhmmmm
I apologize hun, but it's taken a couple tries to even type this correctly I'm so GAH over this, lmao
I shall try to return with a more coherent, useful feedback another time.
*hugs you so hard*
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Date: 2007-05-17 09:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-17 09:45 pm (UTC)also, being a texan myself, i love that this takes place in texas, even if it is the clusterfuck that is houston. :)
i can't wait to see where you take this, to see how the relationship btwn spike and angel develops.
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Date: 2007-05-17 10:56 pm (UTC)I take that as a wonderful compliment, thank you :) glad I pull off the unexpected
I argued with myself for a while about where to set this. Boston was a possibility, LA...but in the end, you write what you know, right? I grew up in Houston, so it was easy, haha.
and yes, it really is a clusterfuck. I saw your other comment and laughed. it was when I lived there, and in the last 6 years since I moved away, it's gotten FAR worse.
thank you!
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Date: 2007-05-17 09:55 pm (UTC)And Holy Hell woman!
Now my (existent) knickers are wet!
Spike, "—needing to hang on to something with both hands but finding himself unable to cling to the man himself, this god on his knees before him."
I find that absolutely brilliant! Seems so very true that Liam, to Spike, indeed is a god on his knees, and as such ...untouchable, in a way. It helps paint the picture of Spike as a broken individual.
I don't need to tell you that the ending his hot as hell. I was unsure for a long time which Liam we were ultimately dealing with in this story, he's so often written as more self consconscious, embarrassed etc, and Spike as the seducer. They both have a little of those elements which is very good, but Liam came out clearly on top, so to say. Spike is fractured enough that he can't hold on to his bad boy persona at all, and Liam has his soft spots but is stronger for it - after all he has lived through coming out while workng as a fireman...
I can't wait for the next part.
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Date: 2007-05-17 11:05 pm (UTC)I was unsure for a long time which Liam we were ultimately dealing with in this story, he's so often written as more self consconscious, embarrassed etc, and Spike as the seducer.
yeah, sometimes I like to play on that expectation and then flip the script, haha. I think I've done that a few times. but yeah, Angel is really toppy in this one. and Spike is, indeed, very very broken. I think you're right about Angel being stronger...*one* of them has to be pretty damn sane, or I'm never gonna keep this thing together.
I'm glad you enjoyed this. *hugs*
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Date: 2007-05-17 10:58 pm (UTC)To describe the good and amazing parts of this text I'll have to cite it all. I'm always a bit unsure when it comes to quality of writing, since English is my second language, but your texts are ones of the most impressive among those I've seen in Jossverse fandom.
*insert anticipatory grin* And now I can go and enjoy rereading their mating dance with no guilt over lack of feedback on my part =)
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Date: 2007-05-17 11:08 pm (UTC)hahahaha, I know, I think about that myself sometimes. the scary part, that is. cuz having a pyromaniac live inside your head long enough to write a series? possibly not the road to mental health ;) this bunny came from the song...I talk a little bit about that in the header of the first chapter :)
Liam gives me a bit of a Booth impression; as that intentional or just bad Bones influence? =)
I was thinking about that, actually. I think it's possible there's some unintentional bleed, and either way, now when I picture DB in a business suit, I automatically think of Booth. but I think Angel could be funny and flirtatious as well, when they let David bring that to the role in canon, so it's all good :)
thank you so much, sweetie! I appreciate that!
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Date: 2007-05-17 11:06 pm (UTC)but HOLY HELL, that was a damn hot blowjob in the bathroom scene. Now they may hit the sheets? I am not getting my hopes up too much. With the way things are going, Liam will get called away as soon as they walk through the door.
Clever! Answers: How he does it and we kinda already know why (wanted Liam's attention)...will there be some sort of shocking revel that we don't expect?
I love this...MORE SOON!
Shay
PS. Did you get the email I sent to you last week?
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Date: 2007-05-17 11:12 pm (UTC)will there be some sort of shocking revel that we don't expect?
*snickers and says nothing*
I'm so glad you're enjoying this! *hugs*
PS. Did you get the email I sent to you last week?
um. *strains brain* no? I guess not? I don't know? hahaha. try me again. thatotherperv@livejournal.com
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Date: 2007-05-17 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-17 11:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-17 11:16 pm (UTC)And it looks like we now know how Spike is getting his keys. Probably making copies of the house keys when he vallet parks the cars. It also explains how he knew so much about Manners.
I'm loving it as always.
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Date: 2007-05-17 11:25 pm (UTC)what, you think that won't go over well?
And sick puppy that I am, and I can't wait for that.
angst whores of the world...unite! :)
thanks sweetie!
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Date: 2007-05-18 12:10 am (UTC)I like your Liam, the tired look sounds good on him! :-)
And I am so intrigued by your Will. Why's he really doing what he's doing? Looking forward to finding out!
And are there some hints that Will and Liam have some history that Liam just doesn't remember? Maybe from when they were much younger? Hmmm, I'm going to have to go re-read and see if I am just seeing things which aren't there!
The absolute, best, best, few lines:
Not like this. I don't want it that way, fucking your hand in a bathroom when you don't even know whose cock you're holding. We're going to cool off, and then I'm going to take you home... pin you to my bed... and fuck your brains out of your skull.” His eyes followed Will's tongue as it moistened his lips. “And then I'll come.
Oh my God that was hawt! :-)
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Date: 2007-05-18 12:20 am (UTC)And are there some hints that Will and Liam have some history that Liam just doesn't remember? Maybe from when they were much younger? Hmmm, I'm going to have to go re-read and see if I am just seeing things which aren't there!
well, you're right that Will knows more about Liam than vice versa :)
so glad you enjoyed this!
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Date: 2007-05-18 12:42 am (UTC)"Take you home...pin you to my bed...and fuck your brains out of your skull" Damn, that was awesome!!!!!!!
TOTALLY can't wait for more - soon please!!!!!!
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Date: 2007-05-19 04:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-19 04:23 pm (UTC)I'm glad you're enjoying this. and yeah, they pretty much are opposites, aren't they :)
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Date: 2007-05-18 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-19 04:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-18 03:27 am (UTC)wetgone after the proposition for the blow job... and then the act itself just about did me in. Whew!!I absolutely can't wait to see what else you have in store for these two.no subject
Date: 2007-05-19 04:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-05-18 05:25 am (UTC)*chokes*
*runs off to bunk*
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Date: 2007-05-19 04:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-18 05:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-19 04:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-18 07:25 am (UTC)this?
Will’s heart didn’t stop…but his knees buckled and the only thing that kept him from landing on his arse was his hand shooting up to clamp onto the top of the stall door. Fucked if he was going to interrupt his own wet dream come to life by sliding down the wall like a bug on a windshield.
STILL so hot
lmao
i loved alla thiisss first time and i love it nowwwww
*thinks you added to this one too since i read it last*
amazing stuff hon
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Date: 2007-05-19 04:28 pm (UTC)and yeah, I think it has been added to since you saw it.
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Date: 2007-05-18 07:49 am (UTC)I think you just broke me. I'm broken by the hotness. I like it! :D
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Date: 2007-05-19 04:29 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it!
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Date: 2007-05-18 12:29 pm (UTC)BEST.LINE.EVERRRRR!!
GAH! *flails*
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Date: 2007-05-19 04:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-18 01:14 pm (UTC)And:
The fierceness of Liam’s face was startling, but not nearly as startling as his own reaction to it. That still startled him, moreso now that it was real. He should hate it, as much as he always had from everyone else. The presumption should enrage him. He should want to hold Liam down and show him a thing or two.
But that wasn’t what he imagined when he rubbed his cock raw every night. Somehow Liam had felt that and known
felt like a perfect characterization in just a few lines. Amazing.
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Date: 2007-05-19 04:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-18 04:32 pm (UTC)There were some juicy plot developments, too, with finding out how Will gets those keys and connects with his victims. This subtle bit hints at a sad, scary back story for our little fire bug: "He sometimes wondered what his life would have been like if he’d been able…if he’d been less obvious.
Might have starved to death at 16, for one." This entire chapter was vivid and arresting.
I really liked the sense of easy intimacy you created through this description: "He noticed the way the big man uncoiled and relaxed under his attention, tie loosened, arm stretched out across the back of the booth, knees sprawling relaxed and tangled warmly against Will’s." The tangled knees was a very nice bit.
I'm really enjoying this.
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Date: 2007-05-19 04:35 pm (UTC)I'm also glad you liked the plot developments. I tried to sneak them in there :D thanks babe.
I love your Pervy Ass!
Date: 2007-05-18 05:56 pm (UTC)Re: I love your Pervy Ass!
Date: 2007-05-19 04:36 pm (UTC)You make boy on boy action seem like the hottest thing since they invented the internet
seem like? you telling me it's not? ;)