Fic: Ashes and Glass Part 1/3 (Smoke and Mirrors #10)
Title: Ashes and Glass 1/3
Series: Smoke and Mirrors #10
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Gunn/Lindsey
Spoilers/Timeline: Set during Not Fade Away
Note: Only for obsessedmuch, who loved my boys long before anyone else did, would I write G/L set during NFA.
*
Gunn planned on spending the day with Anne soaking up some sanity and some sense. Because he had the feeling that both those tanks were running on fumes, what with him agreeing to Angel's kamikaze mission.
But plans go awry. Gunn's got more experience than he wants when it comes to that. His mind kept wandering so damn bad that Anne eventually sent him away. Told him to get out of her face and go where he really wanted to go. Only, with nicer words and a great big hug.
***
The lock on the motel suite's door clicks open, and then Gunn is pushing Lindsey inside, and Lindsey is letting him. They barely manage to slam the door shut before their hands are reaching for material. Gunn gets tangled in his hoodie, hears seams give way before Lindsey finally tosses it to the floor.
Gunn's hands fumble with the huge, honkin' buckle on Lindsey's belt. Damn thing's the size of Texas.
"Fuckin' city boy," Lindsey says, pushing Gunn's hands away and undoing it himself.
The buttons on Lindsey's shirt, those Gunn knows, so he works at them, sending more than one flying across the room and not giving a damn because each one opens to give him a little more of Lindsey's chest.
Lindsey's hands are at the waistband of Gunn's pants. Must have taken care of the belt buckle, so Gunn finishes the job and unfastens Lindsey's jeans before shoving the shirt off of Lindsey's shoulders and just *touching* that chest.
Son of a bitch. It's been almost three years since they've been together like this, but he didn't forget, couldn't forget, the dips and rises, the sinuous bulges, the slightly rough texture of the skin. If Gunn hadn't been hard since they got in the elevator to come here, just touching Lindsey's chest would have done it.
For a change, Lindsey actually stays still for it. Lets Gunn plot the contours, relearn where it's concave, where it's convex. And Lindsey's panting, frozen still like a deer in the headlights, because motionless isn't his usual state, and his muscles are protesting the lack of movement and it's taking a whole lot of effort to give Gunn this moment of stillness.
It makes Gunn suck in a breath, because this is Lindsey--this chest, the instinctive motion, the blinding need to give of himself and have it taken--and it's all so familiar that his gut untwists from a knot he never realized was there.
Drags his eyes up and Lindsey's face is enough to fucking make him shoot right now. Long hair falling across cheeks, wide blue eyes with little yellow specks almost glowing, sweet lips parted and dry. It's sacrilege, those lips being dry, so Gunn leans forward, swipes his tongue across them, and it spins Lindsey into motion again.
Lindsey jerks and pulls at every bit of clothing his hands can find, whether it's Gunn's or his own. Twists his torso at the same time, trying to force Gunn's hands to his back, but it's been three damn years and Gunn's not ready to let go of what he's just found again. Not even to make Lindsey scream in pleasure. Keeps running his hands across Lindsey's chest, delves into Lindsey's mouth and it's a dizzying mess of tongue and lips and teeth, of warmth and wetness and whiskey, of giving and taking and needing.
By the time Gunn has to pull away for air, he and Lindsey are both naked.
***
Lindsey planned on spending the day with Eve. She's a sweet thing. Thinks she loves him in a forever-and-ever kind of way, and he's had a run of women who didn't give a flying fuck about him; her kind of love's pretty damn appealing in comparison, even if it's not the heart-stopping-mind-warping-passion-stirring love that Lindsey's used to.
He wanted to get another dose of her. Wanted to feel strong and capable; hold Eve close, rock her, tell her things would be fine and nothing would go wrong. And he did. For a while. But the thing about apocalypses? They're good for making a person crave what he needs, and not give a damn about what he wants.
***
Lindsey wonders if they'll ever make it further than three feet from the door. Figures there's a good chance they won't, and tells his joints to just suck it the fuck up. Because he's naked, and in front of him is an equally naked Gunn, whose hands have slowly worked their way around to Lindsey's back, and pretty soon they'll be doing more than just touching.
But hopefully not anytime soon, because he's good where he is right now, head bowed and pressed against Gunn's chest, feather-light touches on his spine making him arch back and curl away at the same time, the heavy weight of Gunn's cock rubbing against his. And that's just the physical. Doesn't even take account to all the shit that's going on in his head, too many thoughts racing all over the place, but with a recurring stream of *Gunn. Me. Again. Finally.* standing out.
It's been a thousand-plus days since they were in a room together without everything else making *this* impossible, and Lindsey remembers the too-short period of time when no more than two days would go by without them seeking each other out. But it feels like it could have been yesterday, because he hasn't forgotten anything. He remembers it all, with his head, with his skin, with his goddamn nerve endings. It's *Gunn*, and even if Lindsey manages to live a thousand-plus years, he doesn't think he could forget.
Slight tug on his hair, and he raises his head to meet eyes dark with passion and volatility.
"You with me, Linds?" Gunn asks, voice rough around the edges. "Am I not holding your interest?"
There's a quickly squashed urge to tell Gunn just how much of Lindsey's interest he's holding. They left the bullshit on the curb a while back, but they never progressed to putting things like that on the table.
"You could be," he says instead, insinuating smile and pointed glance down at his *interest*.
Gunn cups the side of Lindsey's head, palm pushing it back, thumb brushing across his cheek. "Think I'll make it that easy?"
Probably not, if he's asking. It'd piss Lindsey off coming from anyone else, but Gunn in this mood just makes him shiver in anticipation.
***
When he left the shelter, Gunn had no damn idea where he "really wanted to go". Drove around for a while, then slammed on his brakes and almost caused an accident when he passed the bar where he first really *met* Lindsey. It's a dank little place, just a few blocks from the office he, Wes and Cordy had after Angel fired them.
Stayed in the middle of the road until everyone behind him started leaning on their horns, then parked his truck around the corner when he decided that the spot right in front of him was too small for the truck.
***
A part of Gunn thinks this should be nice, steady, slow. But the rest of him ain't listening. The rest of him has Lindsey--naked and eager and shivering Lindsey--with those sweet lips and tight ass, standing in front of him. The rest of him is also thinking about the fact that Angel told him and the others that Lindsey was at the office with *Eve*.
Lindsey flinches and Gunn realizes he tightened his grip on the side of Lindsey's head. Lets go and glares down. "You come to me right from having a go with Eve?"
Anger flares brightly in Lindsey's eyes, fades away fast and is replaced with shock. "Jesus fuck, Gunn. *No*."
"Near enough," Gunn hisses and that small part of him is screeching and punching the rest of him, but it's not doing any good.
He's tired of there being someone else when he and Lindsey get together. First Darla, now Eve. Doesn't help matters that it's always been *just* Gunn with Lindsey. Just once, he'd like to have Lindsey to himself. For himself. Doesn't think that's too much to ask, considering just how many pieces he picked up when Lindsey was getting cut down to the bone by Darla.
Gunn can feel Lindsey behind him, hovering close but not touching, and Gunn wishes he could get past this, or figure out a way to pretend it didn't matter.
"I haven't fucked her since before I called you," Lindsey says, his voice so much a whisper that Gunn knows it's the truth. Lindsey and truth are awkward around each other, and it comes across. Always has.
Thinks back and remembers that Lindsey called him not long before they found out he was back in town. Gunn assumed it was from someplace far away. Realized later it was from across town. Weeks. No, *months* ago. Lets out a shuddering breath and knows he has no fucking right to Lindsey, and if he wants to talk about what he "deserves", it ain't Lindsey giving him exactly that.
But he's going to take it anyway.
***
Lindsey left Eve in Angel's office after making some bullshit excuse that he knew she didn't believe. Went down to the garage and grabbed a random set of keys. Turned out to be for the Porsche, and Lindsey barreled his way across town faster than should have been possible, given that this was L.A. and the traffic was constant.
Blared the horn at one point when the traffic stopped on the same block as his destination, then maneuvered the little car into a spot, right in front of the bar, that few other cars could have fit in.
***
It's a rare thing for Lindsey to see Gunn like this, off-balance and needy. Only happened one other time, and it was when Wesley took that bullet to the stomach. Lindsey hates it. Makes him furious, because Gunn should be exempt from shit that does that to a person. Lindsey? Yeah, that's his lot in life, chosen by him when he decided that he couldn't just play one side of the good/evil fence.
But it's not Gunn's, and the recent screw-ups don't change that. Not in Lindsey's mind, at any rate.
Pulls Gunn around to face him again and decides that they need to stop thinking and start doing, because time is ticking away and they've wasted enough of it already. Steps closer until they're brushing against each other, both of them soft thanks to that moment of reality, grabs the back of Gunn's neck and leans up to kiss him.
Wonders if maybe this is what he was trying for with all the holding and rocking of Eve, then takes his own advice and shuts his brain off.
Gunn probably has a taste that makes sense, but Lindsey's never been able to define it as a flavor. Slides his tongue along Gunn's and all he knows is purpose, strength, solidity. All the more potent and concentrated because it's newly regained. Runs his hands along all that skin that's just so damn close. Sleek chest, lean thighs, long arms.
And Gunn lets him. Sets a hand on Lindsey's waist, thumb tracing interconnecting circles, mouth following Lindsey's lead.
Drags his mouth down, licks at Gunn's neck and there's a shudder that works its way through Gunn, then a hand tangling in Lindsey's hair.
"Like the long hair," Gunn tells him, voice thick and heavy. Gives a tug and Lindsey hisses and shivers. "*Really* like the hair."
A considering look, then Gunn's touching his back, and Lindsey hisses and shivers again. Slow, sultry grin from Gunn as he tugs on Lindsey's hair again, and Lindsey jerks in his arms, tries not to hiss but fails.
"Oh, yeah," Gunn breathes. "This is nice."
.End Part 1
Ashes and Glass Continued here
Series Listing in Memories here.
Series: Smoke and Mirrors #10
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Gunn/Lindsey
Spoilers/Timeline: Set during Not Fade Away
Note: Only for obsessedmuch, who loved my boys long before anyone else did, would I write G/L set during NFA.
*
Gunn planned on spending the day with Anne soaking up some sanity and some sense. Because he had the feeling that both those tanks were running on fumes, what with him agreeing to Angel's kamikaze mission.
But plans go awry. Gunn's got more experience than he wants when it comes to that. His mind kept wandering so damn bad that Anne eventually sent him away. Told him to get out of her face and go where he really wanted to go. Only, with nicer words and a great big hug.
***
The lock on the motel suite's door clicks open, and then Gunn is pushing Lindsey inside, and Lindsey is letting him. They barely manage to slam the door shut before their hands are reaching for material. Gunn gets tangled in his hoodie, hears seams give way before Lindsey finally tosses it to the floor.
Gunn's hands fumble with the huge, honkin' buckle on Lindsey's belt. Damn thing's the size of Texas.
"Fuckin' city boy," Lindsey says, pushing Gunn's hands away and undoing it himself.
The buttons on Lindsey's shirt, those Gunn knows, so he works at them, sending more than one flying across the room and not giving a damn because each one opens to give him a little more of Lindsey's chest.
Lindsey's hands are at the waistband of Gunn's pants. Must have taken care of the belt buckle, so Gunn finishes the job and unfastens Lindsey's jeans before shoving the shirt off of Lindsey's shoulders and just *touching* that chest.
Son of a bitch. It's been almost three years since they've been together like this, but he didn't forget, couldn't forget, the dips and rises, the sinuous bulges, the slightly rough texture of the skin. If Gunn hadn't been hard since they got in the elevator to come here, just touching Lindsey's chest would have done it.
For a change, Lindsey actually stays still for it. Lets Gunn plot the contours, relearn where it's concave, where it's convex. And Lindsey's panting, frozen still like a deer in the headlights, because motionless isn't his usual state, and his muscles are protesting the lack of movement and it's taking a whole lot of effort to give Gunn this moment of stillness.
It makes Gunn suck in a breath, because this is Lindsey--this chest, the instinctive motion, the blinding need to give of himself and have it taken--and it's all so familiar that his gut untwists from a knot he never realized was there.
Drags his eyes up and Lindsey's face is enough to fucking make him shoot right now. Long hair falling across cheeks, wide blue eyes with little yellow specks almost glowing, sweet lips parted and dry. It's sacrilege, those lips being dry, so Gunn leans forward, swipes his tongue across them, and it spins Lindsey into motion again.
Lindsey jerks and pulls at every bit of clothing his hands can find, whether it's Gunn's or his own. Twists his torso at the same time, trying to force Gunn's hands to his back, but it's been three damn years and Gunn's not ready to let go of what he's just found again. Not even to make Lindsey scream in pleasure. Keeps running his hands across Lindsey's chest, delves into Lindsey's mouth and it's a dizzying mess of tongue and lips and teeth, of warmth and wetness and whiskey, of giving and taking and needing.
By the time Gunn has to pull away for air, he and Lindsey are both naked.
***
Lindsey planned on spending the day with Eve. She's a sweet thing. Thinks she loves him in a forever-and-ever kind of way, and he's had a run of women who didn't give a flying fuck about him; her kind of love's pretty damn appealing in comparison, even if it's not the heart-stopping-mind-warping-passion-stirring love that Lindsey's used to.
He wanted to get another dose of her. Wanted to feel strong and capable; hold Eve close, rock her, tell her things would be fine and nothing would go wrong. And he did. For a while. But the thing about apocalypses? They're good for making a person crave what he needs, and not give a damn about what he wants.
***
Lindsey wonders if they'll ever make it further than three feet from the door. Figures there's a good chance they won't, and tells his joints to just suck it the fuck up. Because he's naked, and in front of him is an equally naked Gunn, whose hands have slowly worked their way around to Lindsey's back, and pretty soon they'll be doing more than just touching.
But hopefully not anytime soon, because he's good where he is right now, head bowed and pressed against Gunn's chest, feather-light touches on his spine making him arch back and curl away at the same time, the heavy weight of Gunn's cock rubbing against his. And that's just the physical. Doesn't even take account to all the shit that's going on in his head, too many thoughts racing all over the place, but with a recurring stream of *Gunn. Me. Again. Finally.* standing out.
It's been a thousand-plus days since they were in a room together without everything else making *this* impossible, and Lindsey remembers the too-short period of time when no more than two days would go by without them seeking each other out. But it feels like it could have been yesterday, because he hasn't forgotten anything. He remembers it all, with his head, with his skin, with his goddamn nerve endings. It's *Gunn*, and even if Lindsey manages to live a thousand-plus years, he doesn't think he could forget.
Slight tug on his hair, and he raises his head to meet eyes dark with passion and volatility.
"You with me, Linds?" Gunn asks, voice rough around the edges. "Am I not holding your interest?"
There's a quickly squashed urge to tell Gunn just how much of Lindsey's interest he's holding. They left the bullshit on the curb a while back, but they never progressed to putting things like that on the table.
"You could be," he says instead, insinuating smile and pointed glance down at his *interest*.
Gunn cups the side of Lindsey's head, palm pushing it back, thumb brushing across his cheek. "Think I'll make it that easy?"
Probably not, if he's asking. It'd piss Lindsey off coming from anyone else, but Gunn in this mood just makes him shiver in anticipation.
***
When he left the shelter, Gunn had no damn idea where he "really wanted to go". Drove around for a while, then slammed on his brakes and almost caused an accident when he passed the bar where he first really *met* Lindsey. It's a dank little place, just a few blocks from the office he, Wes and Cordy had after Angel fired them.
Stayed in the middle of the road until everyone behind him started leaning on their horns, then parked his truck around the corner when he decided that the spot right in front of him was too small for the truck.
***
A part of Gunn thinks this should be nice, steady, slow. But the rest of him ain't listening. The rest of him has Lindsey--naked and eager and shivering Lindsey--with those sweet lips and tight ass, standing in front of him. The rest of him is also thinking about the fact that Angel told him and the others that Lindsey was at the office with *Eve*.
Lindsey flinches and Gunn realizes he tightened his grip on the side of Lindsey's head. Lets go and glares down. "You come to me right from having a go with Eve?"
Anger flares brightly in Lindsey's eyes, fades away fast and is replaced with shock. "Jesus fuck, Gunn. *No*."
"Near enough," Gunn hisses and that small part of him is screeching and punching the rest of him, but it's not doing any good.
He's tired of there being someone else when he and Lindsey get together. First Darla, now Eve. Doesn't help matters that it's always been *just* Gunn with Lindsey. Just once, he'd like to have Lindsey to himself. For himself. Doesn't think that's too much to ask, considering just how many pieces he picked up when Lindsey was getting cut down to the bone by Darla.
Gunn can feel Lindsey behind him, hovering close but not touching, and Gunn wishes he could get past this, or figure out a way to pretend it didn't matter.
"I haven't fucked her since before I called you," Lindsey says, his voice so much a whisper that Gunn knows it's the truth. Lindsey and truth are awkward around each other, and it comes across. Always has.
Thinks back and remembers that Lindsey called him not long before they found out he was back in town. Gunn assumed it was from someplace far away. Realized later it was from across town. Weeks. No, *months* ago. Lets out a shuddering breath and knows he has no fucking right to Lindsey, and if he wants to talk about what he "deserves", it ain't Lindsey giving him exactly that.
But he's going to take it anyway.
***
Lindsey left Eve in Angel's office after making some bullshit excuse that he knew she didn't believe. Went down to the garage and grabbed a random set of keys. Turned out to be for the Porsche, and Lindsey barreled his way across town faster than should have been possible, given that this was L.A. and the traffic was constant.
Blared the horn at one point when the traffic stopped on the same block as his destination, then maneuvered the little car into a spot, right in front of the bar, that few other cars could have fit in.
***
It's a rare thing for Lindsey to see Gunn like this, off-balance and needy. Only happened one other time, and it was when Wesley took that bullet to the stomach. Lindsey hates it. Makes him furious, because Gunn should be exempt from shit that does that to a person. Lindsey? Yeah, that's his lot in life, chosen by him when he decided that he couldn't just play one side of the good/evil fence.
But it's not Gunn's, and the recent screw-ups don't change that. Not in Lindsey's mind, at any rate.
Pulls Gunn around to face him again and decides that they need to stop thinking and start doing, because time is ticking away and they've wasted enough of it already. Steps closer until they're brushing against each other, both of them soft thanks to that moment of reality, grabs the back of Gunn's neck and leans up to kiss him.
Wonders if maybe this is what he was trying for with all the holding and rocking of Eve, then takes his own advice and shuts his brain off.
Gunn probably has a taste that makes sense, but Lindsey's never been able to define it as a flavor. Slides his tongue along Gunn's and all he knows is purpose, strength, solidity. All the more potent and concentrated because it's newly regained. Runs his hands along all that skin that's just so damn close. Sleek chest, lean thighs, long arms.
And Gunn lets him. Sets a hand on Lindsey's waist, thumb tracing interconnecting circles, mouth following Lindsey's lead.
Drags his mouth down, licks at Gunn's neck and there's a shudder that works its way through Gunn, then a hand tangling in Lindsey's hair.
"Like the long hair," Gunn tells him, voice thick and heavy. Gives a tug and Lindsey hisses and shivers. "*Really* like the hair."
A considering look, then Gunn's touching his back, and Lindsey hisses and shivers again. Slow, sultry grin from Gunn as he tugs on Lindsey's hair again, and Lindsey jerks in his arms, tries not to hiss but fails.
"Oh, yeah," Gunn breathes. "This is nice."
.End Part 1
Ashes and Glass Continued here
Series Listing in Memories here.