Fast Times at Sunnydale High

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Fred smiled and slipped her hand into Spike’s as they stepped out of the warm cinema into the cool night air. Spike was mildly startled, hadn’t really known what to expect, but they were on a date, and his date wanting to hold his hand shouldn’t have come as a shock.



By this point in any other ‘relationship’, Spike would have been doing a lot more than that, and pressing for even more, and he wanted to with Fred as well, but the problem was he liked her. He wasn’t used to that, and he didn’t quite know how to handle it. After two years of being friends, two months of flirting, and two dates since her and Lindsey had split up, he found he was hesitant to try anything physical, for fear of scaring her off.



Besides, he knew that she hadn’t put out for Lindsey, or anybody else, so he was pretty sure all he had to look forward to was rejection in that department, but oddly, he didn’t mind. He just wanted to spend time with her, get to know her better, buy her dinner and watch her study, hold her in his arms, kiss her, touch her... tear all her clothes off and have brilliant sex with her right there on the cold, empty sidewalk...



Okay, so this whole having respect and taking things slowly thing might not be his cup of tea, but Fred was worth it. He’d wanted to be with her for quite a while now, and he didn’t think that it was only because he wanted to get her into bed.



He squeezed her hand once in his and looked down at her, smiling, and began to walk them down the road to the Espresso Pump. He would be just as happy looking at her across a bistro table and listening to her tell him all about what happened in chemistry class that day as he would if he could take her home. Almost.



Fred smiled back up at Spike and when he looked away she rolled her eyes. What the hell did she have to do to get this guy to make a move? God, she’d been willing to let him kiss her while she was still with Lindsey, and after she thought about it she was glad that he hadn’t. It wouldn’t have been right, but it only made her like him more, knowing that he was that considerate. At least where she was concerned.



She’d called him, not Cordy or Willow or any of her other friends when she’d broken up with Lindsey, wanting to tell him, talk to him about it, let him know that she was gonna be okay with it, and very much on the market again, and hoped that he’d take the hint.



But he’d waited more than two weeks before he’d called her, and she was beginning to think that he wasn’t going to. When he finally had asked her out he was oddly polite about the request, not his usual cocky self, and she found that strange, but sweet, and happily agreed to go with him.



And she’d spent dinner and then the movie making eyes at him, making excuses to touch him, coming up with reasons to tell him how good looking he was, and how glad she was that they were out together, but either she was incredibly bad a flirting, or Spike was incredibly thick about things like that. It was frustrating as hell!



Spike... did things to her. She loved the way he looked, the way he acted, the way he spoke, and when she thought about him, all she could think of was how amazing his lips would feel against hers and how wonderful his fingertips would feel on her skin, how fantastic he’d look with his shirt off, how tight his ass would be if she could see him without his pants, how completely content and sated and fulfilled she’d be if he were to be the first one to make love to her.



She got a little sad, still, when those thoughts made her remember that she’d felt that same way about Lindsey once, but she thought she must always have known that something wasn’t right.



It was a little crazy, she was aware. She wasn’t even officially dating Spike, and she’d been with other boys for much longer than this and she’d never let any of them get very far, but for some reason, when she thought of Spike, it just seemed... right.



And yes, she knew he had always been a bit of a player, but he’d never made a secret of that, so if he was only with her for one reason, he would have made that clear. The problem was, she wanted that to be at least part of the reason, and it seemed like Spike sort of didn’t.



“You, know,” she said in her most coy tone of voice, tugging on Spike’s arm to stop him from moving. “I don’t really feel like coffee just now.”



“Oh,” he said, frowning. He didn’t want to walk her home just yet, but if that’s what she wanted, he supposed he didn’t have much choice. “Alright. That’s fine. School tomorrow anyway, so we want an early night, right?”



She laughed and stepped in front of him, reaching up to place a kiss on his lips. It wasn’t reserved, wasn’t shy or hesitant, but it didn’t deepen either, Spike too unsure about everything, and Fred suddenly afraid of being rejected. “It’s only 8:30. I was thinking we could maybe go to your place for a while.” She looked down at her shoes and shuffled her feet in the most adorable way. “You know, spend some quiet time together before I have to be home?”



She looked so sweet, so hopeful, and his lips were still tingling from their very first kiss, and he knew at that moment that he would never be able to deny her anything. He smiled broadly and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her close.



“Anything you want, pet,” he told her before he kissed her, her actions and request making him bold. He still wasn’t under the impression that he’d get much further than this, but some time alone with Fred, some kissing and snuggling and talking... Shit, Wesley was really starting to rub off him, and not in the fun way, if he thought that sounded like a good idea.



Fred melted against him, his strong arms holding up her small frame and she opened her mouth under his, small sound of beautiful surrender escaping her as his tongue delved inside, sweeping across hers briefly, before retreating. She wanted him to keep going, wanted more, but he gently urged her lips shut with his, finishing the kiss with a gentle nip on her bottom lip.



He pulled back and released her, puffing out a short breath of air and offering her a slightly apologetic smile, though she didn’t know what he would be apologising for. “I’ve been waiting a long time to do that, Fred,” he told her, taking her hand again and walking them in the direction of his house.



“I’ve been waiting a long time for you to do it!” she agreed. “I thought maybe...” she started, shy again, and looked away for a second. “That night, after the Bronze...”



He huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “Wanted to. But it wouldn’t have been right.”



“Since when do you care about right?” she asked, somewhat disbelieving. “I know all about your reputation, mister.”



He raised their joined hands and brought them to his mouth, kissing the back of her hand, long and sweet, before lowering them again. “Since you,” he said, simply.



She just managed not to jump up and down and scream like a love-sick schoolgirl, but she couldn’t prevent the huge smile from spreading across her entire face, completely blowing her attempt to play it cool.



***



When they got back to Spike’s house he took them in his own private back entrance, knowing Wesley and Lindsey were there tonight, and really not needing to see either of them at the moment. Talk about a mood killer.



The next hour for Spike was a blur, but a blur he’d never forget.



He put on some music, offered Fred a drink, and sometime between laughing about the movie they’d just seen, and arguing over whether or not Spike got to keep Fred’s underwear as a souvenir, they ended up naked and rolling around on Spike’s bed.



When he would think back on it, he would like to pretend that he was suave, captivating and incredibly seductive, but he knew that he probably wasn’t. He was very capable of that sort of behaviour, but where Fred was concerned it seemed he was hopelessly stuck with being dorky and nervous and a little bit of a fool.



She kissed him first, he remembered, out on the street and again in the basement, and when she’d climbed into his lap on the skinny wooden chair in his make-shift kitchen area, and wrapped her arms around him, lips mercilessly teasing over his face and neck and shoulder, and whispering to him that she could just tell they would be amazing and she’d never felt like this before, he picked her up and carried her to the bed.



Clothes were removed, seemingly of their own volition and probably with the aid of some sort of magic, because neither really recalled exactly how it had happened, and didn’t think they stopped kissing for as long as it would take to strip shirts up over heads, or shimmy pants down.



And there was kissing, they remembered. Lots of kissing. And fingers dancing across excited flesh, pinching nipples and parting folds and grabbing sinfully wonderful handfuls of each other (and Fred learned she was right about that ass of his), and finally, again, probably through a miracle of some sort, because God must have been on Spike’s side in this, there was a condom, and Spike was wearing it, and he was pushing into her.



He was careful, he made sure of that. Made sure to go slowly and watch her face for any signs of discomfort, but was relieved to see none as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in closer, encouraging him to move.



And he did. It was... perfect. For both of them. Fred couldn’t have expected her first time to be any better, with anyone more attuned to her needs, who put her first and wanted nothing other than her to be happy, and Spike, though he’d done this a hundred times, had never had a sexual encounter that meant so much to him, on an emotional level.



That wasn’t to say that the physical wasn’t phenomenal, and though they would both romanticise it later on, it had been beyond what either was expecting, both working toward their quick end, madly, with a shared passion that only increased the more they moved against each other, the more they talked of want and need and completeness, and they would both have liked to say that it lasted hours, days, but in reality it couldn’t have been more than ten minutes, if they were going by the glowing green numbers on the microwave, but all they cared about was how they felt.



Fred ignored the tiny little part of her that used to think that Lindsey would be her first and hugged Spike closer.



“It’s getting late,” she said, shortly after 11:00, with her lips pressed to Spike’s ribs. They hadn’t bothered to move in over half an hour, much too comfortable, too sated, snuggled up on Spike’s cot together. But Fred’s curfew was eleven, and she was already late, and if she ever wanted to be allowed to see Spike again, it was probably a good idea for her to get home.



“Mmmm,” Spike agreed, half asleep with one hand tangled in her hair, his spent cock resting snugly against her thigh. “Then quit talking and go to sleep. ‘M exhausted.”



She giggled and kissed him on the nose before disentangling herself from him and the sheets and sitting up, looking through the scattered pile of clothing for any that belonged to her. “I was supposed to be home ten minutes ago, Spike. My momma’s gonna kill me if I don’t get back soon.”



“We can’t have...” he paused and grunted as he rolled onto something that poked sharply into his ass cheek, then reached under him to pull out Fred’s bra by the underwire and dangle it in front her. “...That,” he smiled. “I’m kinda partial to you all living and breathing and... wriggling around,” he finished with a leer as his eyes raked across her naked body.



“Oh, you!” she scolded with a grin and snatched her bra from him, taking the time to smack his arm with it before putting it on.



“Fine,” Spike sighed, quite dramatically. “No more fun for me tonight. Let’s get dressed, I’ll give you a lift home.”



It was before 11:30 when they got to Fred’s house, and she’d been later than that before, once or twice, so she figured she’d just tell her parents they were too late for the earlier show and had to stick around later than expected to see the late one. And since she already had that excuse worked out, she could probably wait another few minutes or so before going inside.



Which was good, because Spike was currently kissing her, long and slow and skimming his hands over every part of her body he could reach and it was so incredible, so amazing, it felt like a dream. The whole night felt like a dream, and she didn’t want it to end, but eventually Spike brought the kiss to a close with a couple of lingering pecks and then pulled back, releasing her.



“Fred...” he started and cleared his throat, trying to buy himself some time and work up some nerve. This was stupid. Spike was never nervous, but then again, he had never been through the experience of asking a girl for a second date. Not one he’d just shagged, anyway.



“I had a good time tonight,” he said. Yeah, good he thought, sarcastically. Start with an enormous understatement. “I mean, I like you.” Okay, that was better. Honest at least. “And tonight was... more than I ever expected, you’re more than I ever expected, and I was hoping that... Would you like to go out with me again?”



Fred burst into laughter, clamping her hand over her mouth to stop the sound from carrying, and trying her very hardest to calm down when she saw the hurt on Spike’s face. She wasn’t laughing at the idea of going out with him, just he had been so cute, and shy and she’d never seen him like that, and it was sort of nice that she could bring it out in him, and really, the idea that she wouldn’t go out with him again was sort of funny.



“Sorry,” she mumbled into her hand, and when she had stopped smiling she moved her hand to rub it over Spike’s deliciously sexy bed head, and kissed him. “Of course I will. You’re not gettin’ rid of me that easily.”



Spike let out the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding and smiled back at her, watching as she got out of the car.



“Oh, Spike?” she said, turning around when she was half way out. “I had a really good time, too.”



***



Spike had never been happier about anything that had to do with a girl before in his life. He’d gone out with Fred, shagged her, and she’d agreed to do it again, and he was pretty damn sure that he was on the fast track to having a girlfriend. Okay, fine, so he already thought of her as one, and she probably did too, but he wasn’t all that pathetic, and he would wait at least a few more dates before he officially asked her.



He was ecstatic, filled with too much excited energy to go back to his room and sleep, so after he parked his car back in his driveway, he decided to go and wake Wesley up, tell him all about what happened. He was curious about his friend’s night, too. He knew Lindsey was coming around, and if Wesley was lucky he might even have gotten a bit of a feel.



He entered the house through the side door into the kitchen, and stopped by the fridge to grab a bottle of water, then shrugged and grabbed another one to give to Wesley. He wanted to have something to throw at him. He walked through the living room, intending to go up to Wesley’s bedroom, and open the door without bothering to knock, but he got three steps into the room and stopped, staring dumbfounded at the couch.



And the cuddling and sleeping and naked Wesley and Lindsey that were on top of it.



He could have gone the rest of his life, happily, without seeing Lindsey’s package, all droopy and floppy and just lying there, staring at him. But seeing as how he hadn’t been able to avoid it, and he didn’t think he’d actually burned any holes in his retinas, it was looking like a grand opportunity to piss him off, and make fun of him.



“Oh look,” Spike said, loudly enough to wake the sleeping boys as he plopped down into one of the reclining chairs across from the couch and opened up one of the water bottles. “A party!”



“Spike?” Wesley asked, blinking awake and seeing Spike in front of him, then, remembering that he was currently nude and half draped over a nude Lindsey, he closed his eyes and hoped that when he opened them Spike would be gone. It wasn’t as if he was embarrassed, or had anything to hide, but he knew Lindsey would be uncomfortable.



“What the...” Lindsey started, eyes snapping open and heart nearly beating out of his chest as the situation sank in. The first thing he did was try to roll over so that he was facing Wesley a little, hiding his dick from Spike’s view.



Wesley stopped him from moving, as that probably wouldn’t help anything, and quickly sat up, pulling the throw blanket up from the foot of the couch and handing it to Lindsey, so that he could cover what he wanted. “It’s fine,” he reassured, and touched Lindsey’s face briefly.



Lindsey scrambled to cover up both himself and Wesley as best he could, scowling at Spike all the while. Didn’t the fuckin’ idiot have his own room or something?



“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about modesty,” Spike said, taking a drink. “I already got a real good look while you two were sleeping it off, and I gotta say, I’m not all that impressed.” He looked at Wesley then, smiling a shit-eating smile. “You could do better.”



“Hey, fuck you!” Lindsey shouted, moving to get up, but Wesley’s hand on his chest stopped him.



“Lindsey, please,” he said, knowing that this probably wasn’t the best time for Spike and Lindsey to get into an argument. Not that the two of them didn’t think that any time was a great time for that.



“And Spike?” he said, looking at the annoyingly happy looking blond. “Go away.”



“Are you kidding?” Spike asked, raising his eyebrow, and feeling a tad disappointed that he didn’t have any popcorn. “This is better than cable! So, who got to top?”



“Spike,” Wesley warned, and Lindsey made a vague growling sound.



“Well, people are gonna want to know, and I wouldn’t want to give anybody any false information.” His face was the picture of innocence.



“Don’t you fucking dare!” Wesley said, sitting up and slipping on his boxers. He knew Lindsey wasn’t trying to hide what they had, but he was also pretty sure he didn’t want it circulating around school that they’d had sex tonight. “If you tell one single person, Spike...”



“No,” Lindsey said, quietly. “It’s cool. People are gonna find out. It ain’t like I’m ashamed of you.”



Wesley looked at Lindsey and swallowed back some distinctly girly feelings at that, and Lindsey didn’t know him well enough to know what that statement would mean to him, but Spike did, and Spike saw it. Of all the things they’d said and done to each other that night, that was the one thing that Wesley would remember for the rest of his life.



“Sorry,” Spike mumbled, and Wesley quickly turned to look at him again. “You know I wouldn’t.” Especially not now that he could see how much they really seemed to care for each other. Fuck.



“Wow,” Lindsey said, impressed, and a little surprised that Spike seemed so contrite, so genuinely concerned that he’d upset Wesley. He knew, on some level, that there must be more to him than asshole, or Wesley wouldn’t be his friend, but to actually see it... He looked at Wesley and smiled. “Spike’s like, totally your bitch.”



Wesley chuckled.



“Hey, I heard that!” Spike said, frowning.



“Yeah, I wasn’t exactly whisperin’,” Lindsey said, rolling his eyes.



“You little fucker,” Spike said. “I wasn’t kidding when I said Wes could do better, and I wasn’t just talking about your itty bitty penis.”



“Oh, you’re just askin’ for it,” Lindsey snarled, and sat up straight, starting to stand, but again, Wesley stopped him, hand around his arm, and pulled him back down, with the throw pooled in his lap.



“Oh, yeah, you’re real macho,” Spike said, voice dripping sarcasm. “Maybe those threats would be more... threatening, if you didn’t have cum dripping from your ass.”



Lindsey tried to remember that Spike was only trying to piss him off, to bait him, and that having sex with another guy, giving or taking, had no effect on how macho he was. Still... “I’m not the one who...” He snapped his mouth shut, wanting to hit himself for saying too much.



“Oh,” Spike smiled. “So Wesley was the one getting buggered.”



“That’s none of your fucking business!” Lindsey snapped and started at Spike, because he was afraid to look Wesley in the eye after what he’d said. It had been the truth, but he’d only said it so that Spike wouldn’t think he’d rolled over. He’d been willing to, and he had to wonder what he would have said if it had gone that way. Would he have thrown that information around so easily?



Spike shrugged. “He’d have told me anyway.” He grinned when Lindsey shot a questioning look at Wesley, who gave sort of an apologetic grimace. “And he’ll still tell me. In detail. Much more detail than I’m comfortable with, actually, but after we talk, I’ll know more about your skills, or lack of skills, in the bedroom, than you do.”



That wasn’t strictly true, but the look on Lindsey’s face was funny. Spike and Wesley talked about everything, sex included, and Wesley would have definitely told Spike what had happened, just like Spike wanted to tell Wes about Fred, but it wouldn’t be nearly as detailed as he led on.



“Spike?” Wesley asked, fighting the urge to pummel him, and hoping Lindsey would as well. “Go away?”



Spike pouted. “But don’t you want to hear about my night?”



“Not really,” Wesley ground out, eyes darting quickly to Lindsey before moving back to Spike. He knew Spike had been out with Fred, and even though Lindsey really seemed to be okay with that relationship being over, he would have to be made of stone for it not to hurt, listening to how his ex-girlfriend was going out with another guy.



“What?” Lindsey asked, noticing some of the tension, and wondering what he was missing.



“See, your pookie-bear wants to hear about it,” Spike smiled smugly.



“It’s nothing,” Wesley said to Lindsey, smiling and grabbing his hand with a gentle squeeze. “Spike just had a date tonight, surprise surprise, and he wants to bore us with the details.”



“Oh, It won’t be boring, I promise,” Spike countered.



“Spike...”



“What?” Lindsey asked again, getting more aggravated the move he felt he was kept out of the loop.



Spike smirked and Wesley sighed and gave Lindsey’s hand one more squeeze before he let go, and looked at him. “Right, it’s not... He sort of went out with Fred.” Wesley inwardly cringed and waited for Lindsey’s reply.



“What?!” Lindsey asked again, feeling stupider each time he said the same thing. But... Fred? With Spike? No, no, that must be some sort of mistake. He must be hearing things, because his Fred had much better taste than that.



But... she wasn’t his Fred anymore. And it still felt weird, but it also felt right. He’d moved on, so it only made sense that she would too. But with Spike? What the hell was wrong with her?



“Yeah,” Spike agreed, grinning and sliding down in his chair. “I took Fred out. I meant to make sure you were alright with it first... No, wait, I didn’t really care. Tosser.” He snorted and took another drink of his water.



“You and Fred...” Lindsey said, evenly, feeling completely blindsided, and unable to repress the tiny flare of jealousy, though he tried.



“Yeah, mate,” Spike said. “Never expected someone so quite and sweet to be so… much,” he said, voice soft, and felt a dopey smile breaking out on his face. “I could barely keep up.”



“What?!” Okay, that was it. Lindsey wasn’t going to say that word ever again. “Fuck off. There’s no way she...” There wasn’t. No way Fred would have had sex with Spike, after the first date, when she hadn’t had sex with Lindsey after four months, and hadn’t been with anyone before that. No.



Spike shrugged and grinned, and didn’t say anything.



“No, you didn’t.”



“Lindsey,” Wesley said, moving closer and putting his arm around his new lover. “Spike is being a complete arse about this, and I understand if it hurts, but...”



“No,” Lindsey shook his head and turned to kiss Wesley, quick and chaste, wanting to reassure him as best he could. “No, well, kinda, but not really.” He gave Wesley’s thigh a hard squeeze. “It’s not as if I want her anymore, not… it’s just...” He trailed off and shook his head, then looked at Spike, still somewhat disbelieving.



“Fuck off. She really let you...? I’d been with her for months, and she never....” Oh, God, Lindsey couldn’t believe that Fred would actually have sex with this jackass!



“Oh, she more than let me...” Spike started, smiling and happy and on the verge of elaborating.



“Enough,” Wesley said, quietly, but quite seriously, and both Spike and Lindsey sat purposefully still, and did, in fact, shut up.



“Sorry,” mumbled Spike, not meeting Wesley’s eyes and feeling a little like a scolded child.



“Yeah, sorry,” Lindsey agreed, and Wesley offered him an apologetic smile. He hadn’t really been talking to Lindsey. “This idiot’s not worth gettin’ all worked up over.”



“You little...”



“I said enough,” Wesley reminded them. “I’m well aware the two of you don’t much care for each other, but you’re more alike than either of you would care to admit. And I’d appreciate if you could at least try to act civil.”



“Fine.”



“Whatever.”



“Idiot.”



“Freak.”



Wesley rolled his eyes and stood, hiding his grin. They’d be getting along before too long, he knew. Hell, in their own fucked up way, this was getting along, but he didn’t want to risk anyone’s wrath by telling them that he found their bickering sweet.



“If the two of you could manage not to actually kill each other for two minutes, I need to use the restroom,” he said, and without waiting for an answer, headed off down the hall.



Lindsey and Spike sat in silence for all of about three seconds, until Lindsey started rummaging around the blanket and couch cushions and floor, collecting his discarded clothing. “Do you mind?” He asked Spike, screwing up his face.



“Not at all,” Spike smiled, and remained stubbornly where he was.



“I’m not getting dressed in front of you,” Lindsey insisted. He knew Spike had already seen anything that he wanted to keep to himself, but he was feeling exposed enough that night, and he wanted to have at least the appearance of dignity.



“What, you’re afraid I won’t be able to control myself, and end up shaggin’ you through the floor?” Spike asked, and Lindsey just continued to stare at him and wait. “Oh, fine. Girl,” he said, and turned around in his chair so that he was facing the wall, giving Lindsey the privacy to dress.



He stood and threw his clothing on as quickly as he could, then balled up the blanket and threw it at Spike’s head, feeling smugly satisfied when the other boy let out an undignified ‘oomph’, and rocked the side a little.



Spike dropped the blanket to the ground and turned around, and when he did his face was devoid of all humour, and he looked straight into Lindsey’s eyes. “Lindsey, if you’re just using him, to... I don’t know, experiment, or get something out of your system, or whatever... Fuck, that boy worships the ground you walk on, poor little moron, and if you hurt him, at all, I’m gonna hurt you.”



Lindsey wanted to tell Spike to fuck right off, that he wasn’t using Wesley for anything and had no intention of hurting him, ever, and even if he did, he sure as hell didn’t have to answer to Spike about anything. But he knew that Spike was completely serious, that he cared about Wesley one hell of a lot, and he would do whatever he could to protect his friend.



And as much as he didn’t want to, he respected that about Spike, sort of understood it.



“I know you’re not into him. Not like that,” Lindsey said, equally seriously. “But I’m also not retarded. I know he had a thing for you, and I know you get off on him being your little sidekick, following you around and thinking you’re hot shit or something. But…” Lindsey paused, shrugging and smirking just a little.



“He wants me now. And I know you’re jealous that you don’t come first anymore. Not to mention the fact that your girlfriend loved me first, and she’d still be with me if I wasn’t a homo. So I’m gonna cut you some slack for being such an asshole to me, and not kick your ass.”



“Like you could, pretty boy,” Spike interrupted, angry about both digs Lindsey had got in. He could have pointed out that Lindsey’s current had loved him first, and Lindsey’s ex seemed pretty happy with him now, but he kept his mouth shut.



“I know what you’re like, Spike. How you treat girls. And if you even think about treating Fred like the rest of your little groupies, you’re gonna be sorry.”



Spike scowled and opened his mouth to spew out some sort of nasty comment, a natural instinct to someone threatening him, but then changed his mind and grinned, wide and honest, surprising them both. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he finally answered. “Fred’s... special.” And he was pretty sure that Lindsey had no intentions of playing Wes for a fool.



Lindsey smiled too then, shaking his head, and copied Spike’s sentiment. “That she is. And so’s Wesley.”



Spike nodded, and suddenly decided that he’d had enough chat for the time being. They’d reached as much of an understanding as they were ever likely too, and it was probably a good time to shut the hell up. Wesley would be proud. “Right, I’m off to bed,” he said, standing and walking to the staircase leading up.



“Wait,” Lindsey said. “Isn’t your room downstairs?”



“Yeah,” Spike answered, like Lindsey was bringing up completely irrelevant information.



“So why are you going upstairs?” Seriously, what the hell was wrong with Spike? He must do it on purpose.



“That’s where Wesley’s room is,” Spike explained, but by the look on Lindsey’s face that hadn’t cleared anything up. “Sleepover?” he offered, and his tone of voice implied that it had been completely obvious from the start.



Lindsey took a few steps in Spike’s direction. “Wait, you’re going to sleep in Wesley’s room. With Wesley. Together.” That didn’t make any sense.



“Give the boy a prize,” Spike said, rolling his eyes.



“Fuck that!”



“Fuck what?” Wesley asked, coming back from the washroom and grabbing his t-shirt off the floor, slipping it over his head.



“You weren’t planning on staying the night, were you?” Spike asked Lindsey, ignoring Wesley.



“Well, no, but...” Lindsey frowned and shook his head.



“But...”



“But that doesn’t mean you get to sleep with my boyfriend instead, jackass!” Lindsey blurted, and then mentally kicked himself. He just could not seem to stop himself from acting like an idiot in front of Wesley. And he’d just called him his boyfriend. Shit. Maybe they hadn’t noticed.



“Wait,” Wesley interrupted, stepping between them. “Who exactly is sleeping with me?”



“Spike, apparently,” Lindsey grumbled, looking petulant, but extremely adorable, Wesley couldn’t help but notice. Boyfriend.



“Spike?” Wesley asked, raising an eyebrow very impressively.



“What?” he asked, acting innocent in the most unconvincing way he could. “It’s not like we never do, and I didn’t think you’d want to start out your new relationship by lying.”



Wesley sighed and closed his eyes briefly. “Go away,” he told him for the third time that night, and finally Spike listened.



“Fine. I’ll be waiting up,” he offered with his classic eyebrow waggle, and Wesley shook his head as Spike bounded up the stairs.



“I’m sorry, Lindsey,” Wesley told him when they were alone again. “For... well, just about everything Spike said tonight. He’s only trying to get under your skin.”



“Yeah, and it’s workin’,” Lindsey said, and then snorted. “You two never actually....” he trailed off and waved his hands around.



“Oh, dear God, no,” Wesley hastened to assure him. “No. Never. Though we do have entirely platonic sleepovers on occasion. I’m aware it’s rather hokey, but we enjoy it.”



“It’s cool,” Lindsey said, and Wesley almost swooned at the smile that was directed at him. “Can’t say that I haven’t had the occasional ‘sleepover’ with Angel. Though getting high and listening to him go on and on all damn night about how flexible Buffy is, ain’t exactly the best way I can think of to spend the night.”



Wesley laughed at that, and casually slid his hand into Lindsey’s. “I don’t have anything to worry about, do I?” he asked, but it was obvious to both of them that he wasn’t worried.



“Nah. Regardless of some recent self-discovery, I think it’s a sure bet that I’m never gonna be attracted to Angel.”



Lindsey pulled Wesley forward so they were standing so close to each other they were almost touching. “I think I need to get home,” he said, and then ignored his own words completely and grabbed Wesley by the back of his head, forcing him forward and taking his lips in a fierce kiss. Home could wait a few minutes...



It was barely thirty seconds later and they were grinding against each other, hands pawing and hips gyrating, and Lindsey could feel the outline of Wesley’s growing erection through the thin cotton of his boxers, and Lindsey’s own cock was starting to answer.



He managed to push Wesley away, both of them panting and wanting desperately to continue, but it really was late. “Sorry, babe,” he said, sounding like he hadn’t been quite so sorry about anything in a while. “I really should go.”



“Yes, of course. Sorry. I shouldn’t have let us doze off like that.”



“No, it... I liked it. Could have done without Spike walking in on us afterward, though.”



“Yes, he can be rather difficult at times,” Wesley agreed with a fond smile. “But I promise, he does grow on you.”



Lindsey wasn’t too sure about that, but let it slide. He slipped on his shoes and his jacket and put his hand on the door knob, pausing as he began to open it. “He’s a dick, Wes,” Lindsey said, but he didn’t sound particularly malicious, just as if he were stating a rather neutral fact. Which he probably was. “But he’s a good friend.”



“Yes, I’m very lucky,” Wesley said, and kissed Lindsey once more before he went home. And then went upstairs to kill Spike.





TBC