Fast Times at Sunnydale High

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“You shouldn’t smoke,” Lindsey said standing in front of Connor and his friend, (and now that he was closer he realised that it was Buffy’s sister – what was her name?) and looking down at him. “I hear it’s bad for you.”



“Then I figured you’d be happy I was doing it,” Connor snarled, and Lindsey chuckled mirthlessly.



“What the hell does Wesley see in you?”



“Hey!” the girl shouted, seemingly outraged and stood up, getting very close to Lindsey. “Connor’s a great guy, and if your boyfriend likes him better than you, then maybe you should take that up with him, and leave Connor alone.”



“Dawn, it’s alright,” Connor said, standing up and taking Dawn’s arm, moving her back a little bit. “What the hell do you want?” he asked, looking at Lindsey and taking a drag from his cigarette, trying not to cough, and blowing the smoke in Lindsey’s direction.



I want to knock your damn block off, you little shit, Lindsey thought. “Can you give us a minute?” he asked, not impolitely, of Dawn, but she just snorted and rolled her eyes and said “as if” in that typical Californian, teenage girl kind of way.



“It’s okay,” Connor said quietly. He didn’t know what Lindsey wanted, but he was pretty sure that he wasn’t in any danger. Lindsey, ass though he was, wasn’t really the violent type, and if he wanted to talk, Connor could talk. “Promise. Just give us a couple of minutes, Dawn.”



She sighed and threw her arms up in the air, shaking her head, as if she was doing Connor a huge favour. “Fine,” she said. “But you come get me after.”



“Yeah,” he smiled at her, and watched her walk away. “So, what do you want?” he asked Lindsey again. “If it’s to tell me to stay the hell away from Wes, you’re a little late. He won’t talk to me anyway.”



“Good,” Lindsey said. “But no, that’s not it.”



“So....?” Connor asked after a few seconds of silence. “What is it then?” If Lindsey had something to say, he’d hear it, but he didn’t want to stand around all night staring at him.



Lindsey took a deep breath, and ran through his plan once more in his mind. And it was a dumbass plan, but he needed to see it though.



“Let’s fuck,” he said, bluntly, and looked Connor over, trying to tell himself that the kid wasn’t that hard on the eyes, and it might even be fun.



He wasn’t stupid enough to believe that doing this would solve anything, but the rational part of his mind wasn’t exactly in control. He needed to make Wesley feel like he felt, even the score and make himself feel like less of a fool. Needed to get them on level ground, because he desperately wanted to be with Wesley, to get over this, and by his very nature he couldn’t, not unless Wesley knew his pain. He ignored the part of his mind that told him this would achieve the exact opposite.



“Huh?” Connor squeaked, stepping back and looking at Lindsey as if he’d lost his mind.



“Wes keeps going back to you,” Lindsey said, voice getting low and dangerous, and moving forward to close the space that Connor’s step back had created between them. “There’s gotta be a reason for it. I’d like to find out what it is.”



“Seriously?” Connor asked incredulous. “You think I must be good in bed, because Wesley seems to like fucking me, and now you want a turn? You’re fucking sick.”



“You can’t tell me there’s a part of you that doesn’t want to,” Lindsey said, smugly. He wasn’t under any delusions that Connor in any way had the hots for him, but Lindsey knew he was attractive and he knew that Connor must be just as angry with Wesley as he was.



“I hate you,” Connor said, through clenched teeth. He really did, and yeah, Lindsey was really hot, and if Connor could remove his personality he’d have to admit that he’d very much want to have sex with him, but he couldn’t, and just hearing Lindsey’s name made him think of Wesley, and how hurt and angry he was about the whole fucking situation.



“Yeah, back at ya,” Lindsey said. “Freak. Do you have any idea how pissed I am about what happened? How angry I am, at you... him? I really, really hate you.”



Connor snickered and shook his head, and Lindsey got even angrier than thinking about Wes getting fucked by Connor was making him. “What the hell’s so Goddamned funny?”



“This has nothing to do with me, and you sure as hell don’t want to find out why Wes kept coming back. I’d be surprised if you could even get it up. This is all about Wes. You’re pissed off at him, and want to teach him some kind of fucked up lesson.”



Lindsey looked at him, hard, and thought about lying, thought about making something up, but the boy would see through it. He wasn’t as stupid as Lindsey liked to think, but Lindsey had a feeling he wasn’t all that moral, either. “Don’t you?” he asked, completely disarming and honest, with a slight tilt of his head.



“I...” Connor started. Yeah, he did. He was pissed off at Wesley, for not speaking to him, for blaming him for everything, when Wesley had been just as culpable, for leading him on, using him, for loving Lindsey instead, and yeah, he wanted to get Wesley back for that.



But more importantly, he still loved Wesley, still wanted to be with him, and if Wesley found out that he’d fucked Lindsey... well, maybe that would take some of the shine off the other boy, and Wesley’s infatuation might come down a few notches.



He nodded and closed his eyes briefly, and felt himself being yanked and pushed across the clearing, in the direction of Lindsey’s truck, hidden in the trees.



“Hang on a sec,” Lindsey hissed in his ear when they passed his friends, and he left Connor standing there while he walked over and talked to Oz.



“Give me fifteen minutes,” he said, quiet enough that nobody else could hear. “Then tell Wesley I want to talk to him. I’ll be in my truck.”



“Lindsey, man,” Oz said, shaking his head. “I think you’re making a mistake.”



“Just do it,” Lindsey growled, and took off to rejoin Connor, shoving him over some fallen branches and not bothering to wait for him as he stumbled.



“What the hell is he doing?” asked Angel, when Lindsey walked away.



“Connor,” Oz offered, and they stared after the other two boys as they disappeared into the dark.



A few minutes later Fred came by, all smiles and laughter and warm conversation. “Hey guys!” she greeted, and after an appropriate amount of small talk and catching up, “Where’s Lindsey?”



“Uh...” Buffy started, not quite knowing how to tell her that her ex-boyfriend had moved onto his second guy since they’d split. Luckily Cordelia was there.



“He’s off in the woods with Connor. I think they’re trying to get over Wesley, not that that should take much.”



“He what?!” Fred gasped. No. No no no no! This was bad!



Oz sighed and reached up to place a kiss on Doyle’s cheek. “I gotta go talk to Wes,” he said, and left to do that, disappointed in Lindsey for what he was doing, and for getting Oz involved in it.



***



Lindsey opened up the door to the flatbed of his truck and nodded toward it, waiting expectantly for Connor to climb up. He did, having serious second thoughts about this, but deciding he didn’t have much to lose, and Lindsey jumped up after him.



It wasn’t cold. It was California. But it was late in December and it wasn’t exactly hot either, and Lindsey didn’t think they needed to be naked for this anyway. As long as they got the appropriate parts exposed, and there was a blanket he kept in his truck that they could use to cover themselves so their dicks didn’t freeze off, they should be able to get this done pretty comfortably.



“Pull down your pants,” Lindsey instructed. “And bend over.”



“Get real!” Connor said. “I’m not letting you fuck me.”



“Why the hell do you think we’re here?”



“You just said ‘let’s fuck’. If anyone is going to be fucking, it’s gonna be me.” There was no way Connor was bending over for Lindsey. No matter how badly he wanted to piss Wes off or get between the two of them. Wasn’t going to happen.



“Come on kid,” Lindsey shook his head and smiled, slightly. “You know that ain’t gonna happen.”



“Then nothing is.”



Lindsey’s smile grew and he knee-walked closer to Connor, wrapping an arm around him and grabbing his ass, hard, pulling the boy to him. “And you know that ain’t true, either,” he whispered into Connor’s ear, and traced his tongue around the outside of it, delighting in the shiver of surrender that passed through him.



He thought this might turn out to be fun after all.



Connor let himself be touched, licked, nibbled, groped, and by the time Lindsey had unfastened his pants, taking his dick out and into his hand, Connor was panting and thrusting and embarrassingly hard. It was embarrassing because he didn’t like Lindsey and he didn’t want to be getting off on what he was doing, and he didn’t want Lindsey to know that he was getting off on it, but he supposed that had been the point, and besides, much as he hated to admit it, but had already, several times that night, Lindsey was sex on legs, and Connor couldn’t help himself.



And he couldn’t help reciprocating. Being with Wesley those few times had taught him some things, but he wasn’t all that experienced, and he hoped that he didn’t come across like too much of a clueless dork.



He ran his teeth over Lindsey’s neck, biting, as he worked one hand up under his shirt, pinching his nipples and taking great pleasure in the resulting jerks and gasps, and scraping his fingernails down the soft skin of Lindsey’s chest and stomach.



“Fuck,” Lindsey gasped, and bucked forward when Connor’s hand drifted lower and settled over his groin, fingers closing and kneading over his hardening cock, and pushing Connor over when he laughed, apparently pretty pleased with himself that he was affecting Lindsey like he was.



He opened his jeans up, and took himself out, pumping a few times with his hand and grinning when Connor’s eyes glazed over as he started at him, lustfully. He dropped himself down next to the boy and pulled his pants down further, down to his knees, and spent a good deal of time working him with his hand, sliding it up and along his erection, fingers playing over his balls.



Fuck but the kid was responsive, even though Lindsey could tell he didn’t want to be, and that was an even bigger turn-on. There was a reason he was doing this. A completely fucked up reason that he’d honestly rather have forgotten, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying himself, just a little, and he felt sick.



Once Connor seemed lost enough, when he was babbling and groaning and moving his hips shamelessly, Lindsey flipped him over, covered his body with his own, and pulled the blanket over them. His hand rubbed over Connor’s ass, kneading the cheeks and pulling them apart slightly, and he took himself in one hand, guiding his hard, leaking cock to Connor’s hole.



This would teach Wesley. This would show him what it felt like to be betrayed, humiliated, to have his feelings disregarded and his heart broken. It was what he deserved. Only... it wasn’t. At all. God, he loved Wesley. What was he doing with somebody else? With this somebody else? He was a complete fuck-up.



And Connor didn’t deserve to be used like this either, a random body in Lindsey’s fucked up revenge gig, especially after everything that had happened between him and Wesley. Lindsey didn’t know many of the details, Wesley hadn’t told him, but he got the impression that Wesley had been more than a little unfair to the kid, and sure, Lindsey wanted to think he deserved it, but the truth was he probably didn’t.



“Fuck!” Lindsey shouted and knelt up, pushing off Connor, and rolling the boy over so that he was looking up at him. “Fuck you!”



“What...? What the hell?” What had he just done? One second he’s about to get fucked, and not as unhappy about it as he’d tried to pretend, and the next Lindsey’s yelling at him and looking like he might cry.



This guy was seriously unbalanced. Wesley was better off without him.



“Why the fuck couldn’t you have just left him alone?” Lindsey asked, not really expecting an answer. “He told you he didn’t want you, you knew he was with me.” He snorted and shook his head, somewhat maniacally. “And of course, he just falls into bed with you, every time. Can’t stay away, even when he...”



“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”



“Fuck you! You don’t know a Goddamned thing about anything. This is all your fucking fault, anyway! Asshole.” But it wasn’t. Not really. He was part of it, sure, but Wesley had played his role, and Lindsey too, now.



Connor sat up then, quicker than Lindsey might have expected, and used that element of surprise so toss Lindsey down on the truck bed, on his back. “Shut up!” Connor ordered, low and threatening, and pinned Lindsey’s body with his own. They were both still hard, and they both gasped and grunted as their cocks slid together before Connor grabbed Lindsey’s wrists and tried to slam them down against the metal.



Lindsey stopped the motion easily and smirked at him, reversing their positions in a blink, and holding Connor down, arms beside his head, and the blanket tangled around them. Lindsey moved slightly, accidentally, the tip of his cock, slippery with pre-cum, sliding over Connor’s and they both snapped open their eyes wide, and gasped.



Lust flared, Lindsey’s eyes growing dark and determined and Connor tried to pull his arms away, tried to shake Lindsey off, and it only resulted in further contact, a greater need, that came from anger and fear and despair, and suddenly had very little to do with Wesley. Except in the way that he was responsible for them hating each other so much.



Lindsey gripped Connor’s wrists tighter, the action no doubt resulting in some bruising.



“Get the fuck off me, you asshole!” Connor cried, pain in his wrists warring with the intense pleasure in his cock, as he pushed harder against Lindsey, belying his words. “I fucking hate you!”



Lindsey moaned and moved his hips in time with Connor’s, sharp little thrusts to try to gain pleasure, sharp and intense. “God, I hate you too,” Lindsey whispered in his ear, and Connor bit down hard on Lindsey’s shoulder, leaving a satisfying mark.



Lindsey grunted at the pain but kept on moving against the boy, both of them getting closer. “It’s so fucking unfair,” he continued, voice breathy and harsh in Connor’s ear, as they both worked toward a climax that they didn’t even really want. They needed it though, now, the fucking almost like a physical fight between them, beating each other down with the unwanted pleasure of hard bodies and harsh kisses and violent thrusts.



“I do love him,” Lindsey admitted, so quietly that Connor almost couldn’t hear it over their vague panting and grunting. “And I know he loves me. You’re nothing, Connor, you know that? To either of us.” He dug his nails into Connor’s wrists, and he the boy winced, but didn’t stop, both of them only moments away from the end.



Connor wondered, if that was the truth, why Lindsey was doing this. If he was nothing, if neither of them cared, then why weren’t they off somewhere together, happy and in love and not thinking of him at all? He knew it wasn’t true. Knew Wesley cared for him, and Lindsey hated him for that, but he remained silent. It wouldn’t do anyone any good to point that out.



“Shit,” Lindsey panted, feeling his balls tighten just before his orgasm. “Shit, Connor, I’m so fucking sorry.” And that was even quieter than his admission of love for Wesley. He was sorry. Sorry that any of this had happened, sorry that Wesley had cheated on him, sorry that he’d done the same to Wesley, sorry that Connor was caught in the middle of it, had been used so callously, and most of all sorry that he hoped that he was right. Hoped that the kid meant nothing to Wesley and Wesley did love him.



As soon as Connor felt Lindsey tense and still, felt the warm flood of his cum against his own cock, heard Lindsey’s soft whisper of ‘Wesley’ in his ear, he wrestled his arms out of Lindsey’s grasp and dug them into the older boy’s biceps, hard, and thrust upward, rapidly, several times, holding his breath as orgasm overtook him, and he spilled over both of them, feeling relief, but even more than that, disgust. He should never have agreed to this.



Lindsey felt tears pricking his eyes as the sharp stab of pleasure came and went, palms pressed against the cold metal of the truck bed, and they both took several heavy breaths, preparing to move. And then they heard a strangled hiccup from behind them, and shot apart, spinning around to see who was there, Lindsey’s heart plummeting into his stomach, because he thought he already knew, and he was regretting this plan more than anything else he’d ever regretted in his life.



Oz had found Wesley, told him that Lindsey was an asshole and didn’t deserve someone like Wes, not when he was acting like such a jerk-off, and when Wesley asked him what was going on, Oz had only shaken his head and said, “Sorry, man,” and walked off, leaving Wesley to go find Lindsey, to ask about what Oz had meant.



And when he’d got to the place in between trees, where he knew that Lindsey’s truck was parked, he heard some mumbled cursing and rustling, saw the vague outline of two figures, wrestling in the back. He moved closer and the distant light from the fire illuminated them ever so slightly, and he was just able to make out the distinct features of Lindsey, holding someone down, holding... Connor down, under a blanket, and...



He watched, silently, helplessly, for almost a minute, and he wanted to throw up, and he wanted to scream at them and tell them to stop, and he wanted to be the one that Lindsey was fucking, and he wanted to hide, and never, ever come out, and he wanted to kill them.



But he just stood there, foolishly, and waited for them to finish, and when they did, when they panted against each other and Wesley knew what had happened, what was going on under that blanket, he couldn’t help but let out a sob, shutting his mouth immediately when both other boys turned to look at him.



“Wes,” Connor said, starting to shake, and pulling the blanket tighter around him, as Lindsey stumbled for the right thing, for any thing to say.



Wesley ignored Connor, for the moment, and stared straight at Lindsey. He knew he’d set this up, told Oz to send him here to catch them like this, and he was pretty sure that Connor hadn’t known about that little part of the plan, and he didn’t know if that made it better or worse.



“Did you really need for me to see this?” he asked, trying to keep his voice level, but they all knew he was on the verge if breaking down.



Lindsey sat up straighter and tried to keep himself unaffected by Wesley’s obvious distress. “Now you know how I felt,” he said, voice oddly kind considering the circumstance. This was what he’d wanted, right? For Wesley to see this, to know what Lindsey had gone through? So why did he feel so much like shit now that it had all worked out like he’d planned?



“No, Lindsey,” Wesley said, shaking his head once and swallowing around the lump in his throat. “You have no idea what I’m feeling right now.” And it was true, as far as he knew.



“I told you,” he said, voice betraying his emotion. “I tried to tell you, that what you saw wasn’t what it looked like. I didn’t mean for it to happen, didn’t even know it was happening, but you... you planned this. You wanted me to see this, you wanted to hurt me. Well done.”



Wesley was right, in a way, but dammit, Lindsey was hurting too. And he was supposed to just pretend he wasn’t and forgive Wes and make everything okay? No. He knew this had been dumb, knew it even before he did it, and yeah, he felt horrible, but Wes had fucked around first, and he had to understand that there were consequences for his actions.



But fuck, not like this. Never like this, Lindsey knew that now, but it was too late.



“Wes...” Connor said again, wanting to explain, even though there wasn’t really an explanation, not a good one, anyway, but Wesley cut him off, eyes blazing with hurt and staring straight at him.





“And you! Don’t even start. You hate Lindsey. The only reason you’re doing... whatever the hell it is you’re doing, is to try to make certain that Lindsey and I don’t get back together.” His eyes turned hard, harder than Lindsey or Connor had ever seen them, and his voice turned dangerous enough to match. “Congratulations,” he said, looking at first Connor and then Lindsey. “Both of you.”



“Wes...” Lindsey said, sounding desperate and wanting to reach out for Wesley, wanting to say something, but not knowing what and wishing that the whole thing with Connor had never happened. Wishing neither of them had ever even met him, and that they could go back to the way things had been before he’d walked in on his boyfriend getting fucked by some other guy.



Wesley spared them each one final glare and turned around, determined that they not see how much this had destroyed him, and walked away.



“Fuck!” Lindsey shouted after he watched Wesley walk away from him, and slammed his fist into the side of his truck.



“What’s the matter?” Connor asked, snide and sickened, with Lindsey and himself. “He’s pissed off. Isn’t that what you wanted?” A few minutes ago he wanted it to, but seeing that look on Wesley face, broken and devastated, any trust he’d had in either of them shattered, about killed him.



He’d realised, when Lindsey first started this whole thing going tonight, and with every word and action after that, that Lindsey loved Wesley. And even though Wes had said, been saying for a while, that he loved Lindsey, too, Connor hadn’t really believed it, had still thought that he could change his mind, but seeing Wesley’s reaction to what they had done to him, made Connor realise that he was very much mistaken.



And even if he did succeed tonight, in breaking the two of them up for good, he knew that Wesley wouldn’t be with him, and not only because of his part in all this, but because Wesley could never feel about Connor the way he felt about Lindsey, and as much as it broke Connor’s heart, he needed to get over it, and put Wesley’s happiness first. That’s what you did when you loved someone, right?



Lindsey scowled at Connor, but mostly because he was right. He had wanted exactly this, when he’d first come up with this brilliant idea, but... no. This was the last thing he wanted, to see Wesley so hurt, to be the cause of that, no matter what Wesley had put him through.



It had been petty and vindictive, and he hated himself for letting it go as far as it had. Mostly because it had worked. Wesley obviously still cared about him if he was that upset, but Lindsey was still so angry, still so unable to wrap his head around why the hell Wes would have slept with Connor if Lindsey meant that much to him. Not that Lindsey hadn’t done exactly the same thing, only ten times worse.



It didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense at the moment, and he wished he could just make it all go away.



“Nothing happened,” Connor’s low voice came, interrupting his thoughts.



“Huh?”



“When you found us, in Wes’s bed. Nothing happened. He was drunk, I helped him upstairs and into bed, and he passed out. I climbed in with him, because...” he paused and shrugged, not entirely sure why he’d done it. “Because I wanted to be close to him, I guess, and he was sleeping, and didn’t even know I’d done it. He was dreaming about you, thought I was you... It wasn’t his fault.”



He got up and pulled up his pants, wincing as the cold wetness was plastered against his skin.



“He really, really likes you,” Connor continued. “Fucked if I know why, but... This? What we just did? He’d never have done something like this. I tried. Even after the two of you got together, I tried, but... he wouldn’t. He loves you.”



Lindsey jumped up then, fastening his own pants, angry and elated all at once. Wesley hadn’t really cheated on him! Well, sort of, but he hadn’t done it on purpose, and he hadn’t even really known he was doing it. Sure, he could have used some better judgement, and Lindsey wasn’t going to get over it just like that, but it was nowhere near as bad as Lindsey had been thinking.



And shit. That just made him feel about a hundred times worse.



“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me before?” He demanded, bundling the blanket up and tossing in the corner, making a mental note to burn it later.



“Wesley did. That should have been good enough. Besides, he was right. I do want to keep you guys apart.”



“So why are you telling me now?”



Connor shrugged and stood up, and didn’t say anything as he jumped out of the truck and went off to find Dawn and the rest of his friends, leaving Lindsey sitting alone, and feeling like an even bigger ass than Connor.



TBC