Title:
Hot LA Nights ~ Take One
Series:
Hot LA Nights
Author:
Jericho
Pairing:
S/L
Rating:
NC-17 (is there any other way to write?)
Summary:
LA's hit with a heat wave (which means ours boys
are going to be doing ANYTHING to get cool (or
even hotter).
Notes:
For Sarah, cause she asked.
"Bloody
hell," snarled Spike. "It's hot. I'm a
vampire, I'm not supposed to care about the
heat."
"Then
why don't you go somewhere else?" asked Angel
tiredly. "I'm still not even sure why you're
here."
"I'm
here cause I bloody want to be, Peaches. And I'm
leaving. If anything happens to my duster, you're
dust."
"Whatever.
Go away, Spike."
Lindsey
sat in the crowded bar, wishing he were
someplace
cool. He ordered another shot of whiskey and
was just about to drink it when someone jostled
his arm, spilling the amber liquid all over his
hand. "Hey,
watch it," he snapped, before getting a good look
at the perpetrator. A muscular, yet lean man,
with bleached blonde hair, dressed in indecently
tight black tee-shirt and jeans stood next to him.
"Buy
you another one?"
"S-sure,"
stammered Lindsey.
"I'm
Spike."
"Lindsey."
"Bit
of a poncey name, innit?"
"Does
it matter?"
"Not
really," smirked Spike.
Lindsey
gulped, then slammed his shot. "Wanna go
someplace a little cooler?"
"Sure,
pet, sounds good to me."
The
two men fell into Lindsey's hotel room, kissing
frantically. Lindsey was trying desperately to
remove Spike's shirt without breaking the kiss. Finally
he gave up and pulled away. "Shirt off," he
ordered.
Spike
cocked an eyebrow, but pulled his shirt off, exposing
his alabaster chest.
Lindsey
stared with appreciation, wanting nothing more
than to run his hands up and down that beautiful
chest.
"This
ain't a spectator sport, pet. Strip." Spike
tugged his boot soff and then slip his jeans down.
Lindsey
gaped at the naked man, then realized what Spike
had said, "Oh, sorry." He quickly pulled off
his tee-shirt and shed his jeans, kicking his
shoes off in the process. 'Thank God I'm not wearing
socks, I don't think I could get them off...'
And
then the two were kissing again, rubbing hands
across chests and then, "You're a
vampire!"
"Wondered
when you'd notice."
Lindsey
backed away from Spike hastily. "But, but,
you're not going to eat me?"
Spike
leered, "Hell, yes I am. But no, I'm not gonna
drink your blood, pet. Just want a quick shag. That's
alright, innit?"
"Well..."
"Oh,
come on then." Spike ran his hands down his
body. "You want me. You know you do."
A
wave of arousal washed over Lindsey. "Yeah..." And
then Spike's tongue was back in his mouth and cool
hands were stroking his stomach and up to his
chest, playing with his nipples.
Lindsey
stroked his hands over Spike's back and
farther
down, cupping the vampire's ass and pulling him
even closer.
Lindsey
groaned softly when Spike pulled his mouth away.
"Huh? What?" he asked when he realized Spike
was saying something.
"Bed,
pet. There's a bed right there. We don't have
to do this on the rug." He quirked an
eyebrow. "Unless
you'd rather..."
"No,
bed. Bed is good."
Spike
pushed on Lindsey's chest lightly, forcing the
lawyer to walk backwards until, thump...
Lindsey
found himself lying on the bed.
And
Spike was on top of him, running those cool hands
everywhere, licking and kissing and nipping at the
hot flesh covering his chest.
"Mmm,
Spike, please," moaned Lindsey, once he realized
the vampire was avoiding his throbbing cock.
"What,
pet? Did you need something?"
"Touch
me, please..."
"Like
this?" asked Spike, grasping Lindsey's erection
in one hand and pumping it a few times.
"Yesss,"
hissed Lindsey, bucking into the cool touch.
Spike
leaned over so that his lips were just brushing
Lindsey's ear. "You want me inside you, pet? Writhing
and moaning as I thrust into you?"
"Uhhhh,"
Lindsey was no longer able to form coherent words.
"I'll
take that as a yes. Now, pet," Spike slid off
Lindsey's body and the bed. He smirked at Lindsey,
"Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back.
Spike
quickly retrieved his ever present tube of lube
from his jeans and was back on the bed almost
before Lindsey could react.
Spike
squirted some of the lube onto his fingers and
immediately pressed one into Lindsey, who bucked
and thrashed wildly.
"More,"
moaned Lindsey, as Spike moved the slick finger
in and out of the tight hole.
Spike
slipped a second finger in, then added a scissoring
motion to his movements. His fingers brushed
against Lindsey's prostate, causing the lawyer
to wail loudly.
"You
like that?" asked Spike.
"You
want more? You want my hard cock in you? Filling
you? You want me to make you mine?" asked
Spike
as he pushed a third finger into the human.
"Yessss,
please," whimpered Lindsey, pushing down on
Spike's fingers. "Fuck me hard..."
Lindsey
moaned softly as Spike's fingers pulled out of
his body.
Spike
slicked his cock up with plenty of lube, then
positioned it at Lindsey's entrance. He grabbed
the mortal's hips, lifting him slightly, as he pushed
the head of his aching erection into Lindsey's hot,
tight channel.
Spike
slowly slid into Lindsey, grasping the human's
hips firmly to keep him from moving.
"Please,"
panted Lindsey, "faster. Want you in me..."
Lindsey
tried desperately to thrust down on Spike's cock
but was stopped by the vampire's iron hold. "Please!"
Spike
pulled out so that only the head remained in Lindsey's
body, then slid back in slowly.
"Spike,
please..."
Continuing
to thrust into the human at an excruciatingly
slow pace, Spike licked at Lindsey's neck.
"Like this? You like having my cock in your
body?"
"Yes,"
whimpered Lindsey. "Move, please."
Spike
changed angles so that the head of his cock brushed
against Lindsey's nub. "I am moving, pet."
"Faster,
Spike. Faster..."
"But
I'm enjoying myself."
Lindsey
moaned in frustration.
As
Spike sucked on the delectable neck, he sped his
thrusts up and released Lindsey's hips.
"Oh,
God, Spike!" cried Lindsey. "More! Faster!
Please!"
Spike
began to move harder and faster as Lindsey met
every thrust with a downward push of his hips.
"Yes!"
shouted Lindsey as Spike continuously hit his
prostate.
Spike
knew he wasn't going to last much longer and began
pumping Lindsey's shaft in time to his thrusts.
"Yes!"
Spike
vamped out and licked at Lindsey's neck.
"Please,
Spike," whimpered Lindsey. "Bite me, make me
yours."
"Spike!"
wailed Lindsey, cumming in great spurts over Spike's
hand as the fangs pierced his neck.
Spike
suckled at the bite as he gave one last powerful
thrust. He exploded into Lindsey, filling the
mortal with his dead seed as he drank the hot fluid that
was flowing into his mouth.
Pulling
out of Lindsey, Spike gave the fang marks one
last lick. "Hmmm, that was good, pet,"
he murmured sleepily.
"Unguh,"
camed the mumbled response.