The Birthday Present

Hi Alwaysand, I can assure you that I too am a happy ending kind of a girl! I play rough along the way - there is more darkness to come before things begins to change - but Spike shall have his day! You've kind of figured that Lindsey isn't that nice! Can't say more without being totally spoilerish! Want more of a chat? Message me via lj account spikes_evilbint :)

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Chapter Fourteen


Spike was dreaming. He felt like he had in the previous dream. Strong. Brave. In control. He strode along the street with a swagger in his step and a smirk on his face. He was hunting. He wasn’t quite sure what, but he was definitely hunting. A long black leather coat swirled about his legs. It felt good. Familiar. Right.


He spotted a girl; she was standing on the corner. She glanced at her watch and then down the street towards Spike. She looked startled to see him, and he realised that he’d been walking as quiet as a cat as he approached her. She began to walk rapidly away. Three long strides and he caught hold of her arm, turning her roughly around. He felt a strange sensation in his face and the girl’s eyes went wide with shock.


She screamed.


Spike woke with a start.


For a moment he was disorientated, and then he relaxed as he felt Lindsey’s warm body wrapped around his. His head hurt quite a lot. He once more, wondered if he should tell Lindsey about it, but as soon as he thought of the creepy doctor, he decided not to. He yawned and stretched. He felt something digging into his side. Spike looked down and froze. The hateful waist chain was fastened around him, the penis ring wasn’t fastened to it, and his soft cock was un-interfered with.


Spike scowled as he tried to remember how it might have come to be on him. He remembered coming home, the scowl deepening as he recalled being laughed at, but then after getting to the bedroom, there was nothing. He glanced at Lindsey who was still sleeping soundly. He concentrated hard enough to make his head hurt even more and remembered giving Lindsey a blow job before he went down to dinner. No matter how hard he concentrated, he couldn’t think of anything else. He fingered the chain. Should he take it off? He despised it and was afraid that if Lindsey saw it that he would clip his cock up to it like his father had. Before he could change his mind, Spike quickly unfastened the chain, he slipped gently off the bed, taking care not to rouse Lindsey, and put it back in the box of toys. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Lindsey to wake up when the alarm clock shrilly rang out.


Lindsey groped groggily for the clock and pressed the off button with a groan. He opened his eyes and saw that Spike was already awake.


“Morning, Spike,” he said with a yawn.


“M…m…morning, L…L…Lindsey,” replied Spike as he watched Lindsey warily.


“What’s up?” asked Lindsey, sitting up and leaning back against the headboard.


“N…nothing.” Spike dropped his eyes, unable to hold his gaze.


Shit! Does he remember what we did last night? I’ll kill Warren. “Are you sure? You were really tired last night, weren’t you?”


“Um…s…suppose s…so,” said Spike doubtfully, fiddling nervously with the rings in his hands.


“When I came back from dinner, you sucked me off and then slept like a baby. I guess being out all day tired you out,” said Lindsey, as he climbed out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, pausing to stroke Spike’s hair as he passed.


Spike gave a soft moan and leaned into the touch. Lindsey bent down and kissed his lips. Spike parted his own, silently begging for Lindsey’s tongue to push through them. He wasn’t disappointed. Lindsey kissed him hungrily and soon, both men were hopelessly aroused. Spike dropped down in front of Lindsey, knowing that he liked him to be on his knees. His deft tongue soon ensured that his regular breakfast was sliding down his throat.


“You’re the best,” said Lindsey as he withdrew his clean, softening cock.


Spike gazed up at him, all thoughts of the chain forgotten. Lindsey loved him. He thought that he was the best. Spike sighed contentedly and followed him into the shower.


They got dried and dressed quickly. Lindsey left Spike as he went to down to breakfast.


“Are you sure that you’ll be okay to come out again today? I don’t want you to get tired. Remember that we’re going to Oz’s tonight. Dad’ll be out all day.”


Spike shuddered. “N…no…w…won’t…be…t…tired. Want t…to come.”


Back to stuttering like a freaking retard. Lindsey thought uncharitably, due to the guilt at knowing that it stemmed from Spike being anxious, rather than any problem caused by Warren probing at his brain. He wondered if the drug that he used last night could be added permanently. He made a note to ask Warren about it.


“Okay, then. Come on, let’s go.”


Spike leapt to his feet and followed Lindsey down the stairs. It was inevitable that they’d meet McDonald. Spike shrank behind Lindsey and took his hand for comfort. He couldn’t bear it if Lindsey laughed at him again if his father did.


“So he’s going with you again?” asked McDonald.


“Yeah,” replied Lindsey. “Makes for a nice lunch hour.” He grinned at his dad.


Spike raised his head at that remark. Lindsey hadn’t wanted him to work on him when he was there yesterday, but it seemed like he would be able to today. He smiled. He loved giving Lindsey all his attention.


“What are you smiling at?” said McDonald sharply, making Spike start.


“Um…n…nothing…s…sir,” stuttered Spike, eyes back on the floor.


“Going to be reading again?” sneered McDonald.


“M…m…maybe…s…sir.”


Lindsey tugged at Spike’s hand. “We’re going to be late. See you, Dad.”


“Bye, son.”


Spike was pleased to get in to the car with Lindsey and away from the house. He didn’t feel very safe there anymore, even when Lindsey was with him.


When they got to the library, Lindsey once more settled Spike at the table near the window. He selected a book from the fiction shelves for Spike to read.


“Here, you might like this a bit more than the one yesterday.”


Spike glanced at the cover. “Okay.”


“Be good. I’ll see you at one again.”


Spike tentatively went to kiss Lindsey, and to his relief Lindsey kissed him back.


“I’ll be g…good,” he promised.


He settled in his chair as he watched Lindsey walk away. After a while, Spike picked up the book. It was by Harlan Coben and was titled Tell No One. Without the sedative that Lindsey had given him the day before, Spike found it easier to concentrate on reading, but after a couple of hours his eyes felt scratchy and tired so he put it down again and gazed out of the window. He was feeling very bored. It seemed like he’d been there forever when he finally spotted Lindsey heading to the library.


Spike stood up as Lindsey walked towards him. He’d been practising what to say for the last hour, because he didn’t want to stutter. He didn’t like the way that Lindsey had looked at him this morning when he stuttered badly. He wanted Lindsey to be proud of him.


“Lindsey, can we go to the bathroom?” He tilted his head on one side and smiled at his lover, as he ran a hand down his chest to the top of his jeans.


Lindsey glanced around to see if anyone had heard Spike and to his relief, no one had. When his eyes met Spike’s again he felt a twitch in his cock as Spike licked his lips.


“Oh, man,” Lindsey moaned, grabbing his hand. “What are we waiting for?”


Spike was smiling broadly as Lindsey took him to the men’s room. Luckily it was empty, and Lindsey hustled Spike into a stall before anyone came in. Lindsey was breathing heavily by the time Spike was releasing his erection from his jeans.


“Got to be quiet, okay?” said Lindsey as he stopped Spike going down on him.


He pulled Spike’s jeans open and turned him around. Spike helped him to push the jeans to his knees and then bent over holding on to the toilet cistern and spreading his legs.


“Quiet,” agreed Spike.


“Hey, where’s your plug?” whispered Lindsey.


Spike shook his head. He didn’t know. He couldn’t remember it being taken out and as he only used the small narrow one these days, he hadn’t realised that it wasn’t there. Lindsey grimaced as he remembered that he didn’t put it in after last night’s escapades. He hoped that it wouldn’t have affected the lube system. He wet a finger and put it to Spike’s pucker. He smiled as Spike leaned back in to it, and his finger breached the hole. He stimulated it until his finger was slick and then pulled it out, swiftly replacing it with his member.


Spike suppressed a groan as Lindsey pushed his cock home, and took Spike’s in his hand. The world narrowed for Spike until all he was aware of was the synchronicity of Lindsey’s thrusts into his ass and his hand fisting his cock. They came together, both struggling to stay silent. Lindsey caught Spike’s spendings and when offered, Spike eagerly licked it clean and then dropped to his knees to do the same for Lindsey’s softening prick. He licked the mixture of lube and semen from it before gently putting it back into Lindsey’s pants. He could feel Lindsey’s juices escaping from his hole but just pulled up his jeans. Unless he was told otherwise, Spike never could clean himself up.


Back in his seat, after Lindsey went to afternoon class, Spike felt well satisfied and sleepy. He rested his head on the table and was soon fast asleep.


He dreamed again. This time he stood watching a girl fight. She was beautiful. Petite yet so strong. Her blonde hair was flying about her as she kicked a much larger man away from her. Spike felt incredibly aroused as he watched her. He wanted her. A punch saw the man sent reeling away. Spike caught a glimpse of his face, it was…


Spike jerked awake. It took a moment for him to get his breathing under control, he was panting erratically. He ran a hand through his hair. The man’s face was…He scowled as he tried to remember what had shocked him enough to wake him, but it was gone. He decided that he didn’t like dreaming very much. It kept being frightening. He couldn’t wait for it to be time to go home.


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Spike looked around the apartment curiously. It was small, but Spike liked it. There were all sorts of posters and art work on the walls. The furniture was mismatched and worn, but it felt welcoming and, more importantly to Spike, safe. It felt much nicer than home did. He sat back in the squashy cushions of the couch and felt truly relaxed for the first time since…well since his accident, he reckoned. He couldn’t remember anything before that. He had his hand on Lindsey’s leg, still needing to feel him but not as badly as usual.


Oz walked in from the tiny kitchen and handed Lindsey a beer.


“I’m glad that you guys came over. Sorry I can’t give you one of these, Spike,” he said waving the can of beer.


“S’okay. I’m used to it.” Spike smiled at Oz.


Lindsey glanced at Spike, amazed that he didn’t stutter, but then figured that he had probably been practising that line for a while.


Things were a little uneasy to begin with. Oz not sure what to do or say now that he’d got them there. Spike seemed happier tonight than he’d seen before. Perhaps he had worried for nothing? He decided that if nothing else, at least Spike now knew where he lived.

The only time that Spike gave any indication of feeling afraid was when Oz asked how Lindsey’s parents were. He didn’t miss the way that Spike tensed as Lindsey spoke of his father. Spike didn’t contribute much to the conversation, just answering direct questions, until Oz put a CD on to play.


Spike smiled as he heard it. He liked it much more than the music that Lindsey played.


“I like this,” he said shyly.


Both men turned to look at him, amazed that he’d spoken without being asked.


Oz grinned at him. “So you like The Ramones, huh?”


“If this is The Ramones, t…then yes, I do.” He glanced at Lindsey. “Why don’t you have music like this?”


“Oh, man!” exclaimed Oz. “You haven’t made poor Spike listen to all your country stuff, have you?”


“Nothing wrong with country,” replied Lindsey grumpily. He looked at Spike. “I thought you liked my music?”


Spike shrank a little under his gaze; he hadn’t meant to upset him. “I…I do. I l…like this t…too.”


Oz didn’t miss how Spike was looking nervous and had begun to stutter again. All because Lindsey had gotten all childish about him liking other types of music. So things were still pretty bad for Spike.


“It’s okay, Spike,” said Oz to hopefully make him relax again. “You can like both sorts of music, but how about you take the CD home with you so you can listen to it again. I’ve got it on my iPod now, so it’s not like I don’t have a copy of it anyway.”


Spike looked anxiously at Lindsey who nodded. “Thank you, Oz. I would l…like that very m…much.”


“No problem,” replied Oz. He was rewarded with a brilliant smile. He’s easy to please.


When Lindsey went to use the bathroom, Oz quickly moved to sit next to Spike.


“So, are you okay?”


Spike stared at him, before he nodded and dropped his eyes.


“Lindsey’s looking after you and keeping you safe?” questioned Oz.


Spike glanced to the door that Lindsey had gone out of. “Y…yes.”


“Are you sure?” pressed Oz. “You don’t have to stay with him if you’re not.”


Spike played with the rings in his hands, and then looked at Oz. “I love Lindsey…I…I don’t know w…what to do if I’m n…not with him. He’s all t…that I know.”


Oz could see that Spike meant every word. It made him feel very sorry for him. The poor guy had had everything taken from him with the accident. Oz was sure that staying with Lindsey wasn’t helping Spike to recover. Lindsey seemed to like how dependant he was.


“Look, if you ever need another place to stay. Come here, okay. Promise me.”


Spike wondered why Oz was so worried about him, but he did feel that he could trust him. “I promise,” he said quietly, just before Lindsey walked back in.


Lindsey’s stomach flipped over when he saw Oz sitting next to Spike, with Spike looking at him so sweetly.


“We’d better be going home,” he said as he got nearer. “You, good to go, Spike?”


Spike leapt to his feet. “Yes.”


“Thanks for having us over, Oz. Was great,” said Lindsey.


“Anytime,” replied Oz. “Anytime that you want to come over, you’re welcome.” He glanced at Spike as he spoke.


“Thanks. See you at college,” said Lindsey, not liking the way Oz had looked at Spike.


“Thank you, Oz,” said Spike.


Oz showed them out and waved as they got in to Lindsey’s car.


Lindsey was silent on the way home and drove fast with no regard for the speed limits. Spike felt more anxious the longer Lindsey went without speaking. He tentatively put his hand on Lindsey’s leg and sighed with relief when Lindsey covered it with his own and smiled at him.


Lindsey felt guilty when he saw Spike's worried expression. It wasn’t Spike’s fault that Oz seemed to be taking a bit too much notice of him.


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The next few weeks passed uneventfully. Spike spent his days in the library on campus and he began to relax a little when he was at home, because McDonald had all but ignored him. He made sure that he was good for Lindsey and did everything that he wanted him to do. His head still hurt from time to time, but he hadn’t had any more of those strange unsettling dreams. Sometimes, when he was reading in the library, he would see something that would make his head hurt and made him almost remember something, but he could never quite get it. He stopped trying to remember because then his head hurt so badly that he felt that it would explode.


This nice peaceful time came abruptly to an end…


Tbc