All The Wrong Reasons

Part Two

For maybe the first time in his life, Spike felt hunted.

Stalked.

It wasn’t obvious, nothing extreme. Long, slow glances, lingering touches. The way the boy’s normally husky voice would cut through Liam but drop an octave when he spoke to Spike, soft and rough, sending a frission of unexpected pleasure down his spine.

He wasn’t even sure when it started, though he’d bet anything that it was right after the kid caught him on his knees, sucking off his older brother.

His head fell back against the couch, groaning low as he remembered that night. A month back, those huge blue eyes, flushed face. The boy’s sweats low on lean hips, tanned, muscled chest bare, thick brown hair tousled from sleep. How quickly his mind had substituted another reason for the big eyes and pinkened skin, how the boy’s long hair would look fresh from a good, hard fuck.

As a passing thought, it wouldn’t have bothered him.

He was eighteen, for fuck’s sake.

Picturing just about any hot boy naked got him hard, the illicit feeling from it being Liam’s little brother just all the more so. Not to mention the fact that Lindsey catching him with his lips wrapped around Liam’s prick had fired up an exhibitionist kink he hadn’t really known he’d had.

All that was well and good, he wasn’t gonna be all soddin’ prudish over a few random thoughts in his head even if the damn kid was barely sixteen, but the last week or so, things had been getting out of control.

If he could just figure out if he was imagining it all and his sex-oriented mind was throwing him off, or if the long, intense stares he caught the kid at, all the touches, meant what he thought they did, he might be able to get back to seeing the boy as a lonely kid who just needed a couple kind words here and there.

Instead of seeing him as a hot, tight little body, picturing long expanses of bare, tanned skin spread out on his white sheets, the kid’s muscles rippling as he made him squirm..

He jerked, eyes flying open guiltily as Liam’s sock-covered foot nudged his thigh, dragging his attention away from the hot pulsing in his groin. Glanced over into amused brown eyes, dark eyebrow arched mockingly.

“I doubt that’s for me since I’ve been right here all afternoon, so I hope you don’t think I’m gonna be doing anything about it,” words dry and slightly annoyed as that foot slid higher up his thigh to grind Liam’s heel into his half-hard dick. Spike groaned, hips jerking up into the touch even as those words sank in and the foot slipped away.

“Git,” he complained, his hand sliding down to his crotch, long fingers rearranging himself under the tight black denim. Sent Liam a teasing leer, fingertips tracing up and down the distended zipper.

“Don’t ‘spose it matters that it’s for you now,” he tried, tongue tucking under his top teeth, brow arched hopefully.

Dark eyes rolled in exasperation even though he could tell Liam was fighting a smile. He shoved at Spike’s slighter frame with a groaned out, “Slut,” the blonde grinning unrepentantly in his direction.

Liam shook his head, tipping the beer held loose in his hand to his lips, draining it slowly before setting the bottle onto the floor. Turned his attention back to the game on the big screen and Spike sighed, slouching further down on the old couch, figuring he’d been dismissed for the moment.

A second later those brown eyes slid his way, searing through him as they skimmed up and down his sprawled out body, making the breath catch in his throat as they always did, always had.

“Run down and grab a couple more drinks and I might see what I can do about that,” Liam murmured with a jerk of his head towards Spike’s crotch, stretching lazily back against the couch.

Invitations like that were too good to pass up but he took his time pulling himself into a sitting position and pushing to his feet as he grumbled, not wanting to look as eager as he was. Not that he was fooling anyone by the smug glint in the bastard’s eyes but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Right, ‘cause I fancy meetin’ your new mum on the stairs like this,” he muttered, cupping himself lewdly and rocking once on the heels of his feet, dropping his hand and pouting as Liam just raised a brow.

He realized what he’d said a heartbeat later and winced, knowing Liam would rather bite off his tongue than call Lindsey’s mother ‘Mom’. Nice enough woman but Liam had always been a bloody stubborn arse.

It would be pointless to apologize. Liam would just brush it off and start brooding, so he groaned and put on a martyred expression. “Better make this worth my while, ya berk.”

Sauntered out of the den and clomped downstairs, heels of his heavy boots doing his grumbling for him as they thumped and screeched against the polished wood.

The back door slid open just as he reached the bottom of the stairs, the dazzling glare of the mid-afternoon sun making him squint as it flooded in. The bright light glanced through Lindsey’s brown hair, streaking it with copper, gleaming along his bare, sweat-slicked shoulders as the boy stood there a moment, blind in the dimness.

Only his pride kept him from turning around and going right back up the stairs. Sodding hell if he was gonna run scared from the kid.

A scowl settled between his brows, boots clumping heavily as he took the last step down. If it wasn’t impossible, he woulda sworn anything that the boy had planned to walk in right then.

Rolled his eyes at himself as that bright blue gaze turned his way, boy’s eyes widening in surprise as Lindsey kicked the door closed behind him with a casual, “Hey.”

He couldn’t help the slow slide of his eyes skimming down the boy’s chest, taking in the ripple of defined muscles- and just when had the kid gotten those?-, the sun-kissed skin damp with sweat and dirt, streaks of grime and grease, a black smudge under one small pink nipple drawing his eyes before he jerked them away.

Musta just gotten back from the garage. He seemed to spend more time there than home. Didn’t understand the kid’s need to work every spare moment he had.

He nodded in reply to Lindsey’s greeting before making his way into the kitchen, wanting to get back upstairs for more reasons than simply Liam’s promise now. Wanted away from the unsettled feeling.

A couple dull thumps, Lindsey’s boots hitting the floor, and then he felt the warmth of the boy brush by him as he pulled open the door of the fridge. Heard the water in the sink turn on as the kid washed away the grime.

For a moment, he thought he might be able to make his escape, quick and clean, but as he pulled two glass bottles out and closed the door, the boy ambled over in that slow, deliberate pace of his, wiping wet hands on filthy jeans. Braced his palms back against the counter beside the refrigerator and hopped up.

Spike groaned silently, cursing his affection for the boy and the knowledge that if he left now without even speaking to him, it would be just another in a long line of rejections Lindsey had felt since moving there.

Wasn’t the kid’s fault he felt hemmed in and trapped when he felt those blue eyes on him, that intense, probing gaze. Which was currently sending zaps of unease down his spine, raising the fine hairs along the back of his neck.

He knew before he even looked up that the boy was staring at him again, meeting those narrowed, calculating eyes with his own as he set the bottles on the round dinner table in the center of the room. Leaned back against it, arms folding over his chest as he stared back.

The silence stretched out between them, blue eyes boring into blue until he saw Lindsey’s lips twitch, amusement creeping into the considering look. Spike frowned, feeling strangely affronted, dropping his arms from his chest as he straightened.

“Bloody.. what? What’s so soddin’ interesting?” he snapped out and the boy shrugged. Glanced away as he lifted up one hip, sliding the old shirt hooked into the side of his waistband free. Wiped at the dirt and grime still clinging stickily to his chest and neck as he glanced back up at Spike from under a thick shield of lashes.

“Nothin’.. just wonderin’.” He dropped the shirt onto the counter, head tilting as he studied him again.

Spike groaned.

Tried to make the sound one of exasperation instead of the almost pained moan that tried to sneak out. When had he started seeing sex in every innocent move Lindsey made? When the fuck had the boy picked up that almost sultry little glance and who else had he been using it on?

He blinked, shoving that last thought almost frantically into the recesses of his mind.

Shifted from foot to foot, having a feeling he was going to regret asking. Wasn’t ashamed to admit he got wary when he saw that calculating gleam in the boy’s eyes. Kid was too damn smart for his own good.

“Wonderin’ about wot?”

The boy caught his eyes again, shifting back against the cabinets as he leaned back. Thighs spreading, fingers tapping against the counter as his tongue slid in one slow, tantalizing motion over his lush lower lip.

“How long you and my brother’ve been fuckin’.”

His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms back over his chest but the boy simply shrugged, not intimidated in the slightest.

He sneered, hands dropping to hook his thumbs in his pockets. “What’s it to you?”

Lindsey shrugged again, head resting back against the wooden cabinet as those blue eyes slid up and down his body. Right, no misreading that. Tried to ignore the infusion of heat as his eyes met the boy’s, the dare there.

“Just wonderin’ whose idea it was to keep it such a secret. ‘Cause it sure seemed like Liam’s to me.” His eyes followed the repeated path of the tip of Lindsey’s tongue before the words registered and they narrowed warningly, snapping back up to the boy’s.

“You don’t mind him bein’ ashamed?” Lindsey finished, eyes widening innocently. Too innocently.

He stalked forward, any and all reason to keep his distance fading under the anger simmering inside. “You offerin’ an alternative?” he bit out, eyes raking hot up the boy as he stepped in between his spread thighs, pressing against the boy and making him lean back.

Saw those eyes widen, a flicker of uncertainty under the smug confidence before it was hidden again. Felt something in him growl, wanting more of that. The quickly shielded vulnerability he’d seen so rarely in the boy.

“Might be,” was the slow reply, words having only the slightest waver.

Pressed in so close he could feel the sharp intake of breath as his mouth ghosted over the boy’s parted lips, his palms dragging up the boy’s thighs, thumbs pressing into the inner seam up to the boy’s crotch.

Before stepping away, turning back to the table and grabbing the beers, tossing the wide-eyed boy a wink as he took in the flushed cheeks, erection straining against the kid’s fly.

“Afraid I’ll need better’n a ‘might be’,” he smirked, before walking out of the room and clomping back up the stairs, content that he’d made his point and put the boy back into his place.

Pausing outside the den to swallow and bang his forehead into the wall lightly at how very close he’d come forgetting everything and kissing the bloody fuck out of Liam’s little brother.