Fic: Ashes and Glass Part 2/3 (Smoke and Mirrors #10)
Title: Ashes and Glass 2/3 (Part 1 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.
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Gunn stood by the truck after he got out and wondered if he was insane. Leaving Anne to spend his day in a bar that'd probably be empty this early. Wasn't any point to it that he could see, except indulging in a whole lot of sentimentality for something that was never supposed to be sentimental to begin with.
Walked around the corner anyway and found Lindsey standing in front of the door.
***
First time Gunn kissed Lindsey, it was at Lindsey's swank apartment and they were standing kind of like they are now. Except they had clothes on. Not a change Gunn minds as he lowers his head to suck Lindsey's lower lip into his mouth.
Boy has a mouth that looks like it's made for sin. Gunn knows from experiences Lindsey's good enough with it to make it feel like sin and then some. Knows, as Lindsey gradually moves lower and lower, that he's about to drown in sin again.
Not a bad way to go. Or even to end with. Moment's got everything. Sight of pretty boy Lindsey on his knees, looking up at Gunn with a wicked little grin. Feel of Lindsey's wet, hot mouth on Gunn's cock, his tongue working every inch as it goes in and comes out. Sound of sucking and licking, of humming and husky laughter, intermingling with Gunn's groans. Scent of Lindsey, perpetual whiskey and anger even when he's fresh out of the shower and smiling, winding up to Gunn along with musk and salt. Feel of Lindsey's thick hair tangling in Gunn's fingers.
Moment's got something else, too. Determination to enjoy everything Lindsey's making him feel, because too many people have shit on what Lindsey has to offer.
That's the heart of it all. Gunn's been tied up in Lindsey since day one. Considered fading out of L.A. with him because Lindsey needed to be away from temptation, and with someone willing to take everything he had to offer and give back all the right stuff, to stay in line.
Today was supposed to be about reconnecting with the mission. Thought he'd find it with Anne, but he should have known better. He started up with Lindsey to define himself by his opposite. Stopped trying to put a mirror between them, and started looking at Lindsey through a pane of glass. Wound up remembering who he was when he saw Lindsey as Lindsey.
Break down the mission, reduce it to its smallest level, and the mission is Lindsey.
Gunn thinks that, whatever the hell happens tonight, at least he'll have fulfilled his mission--the real mission--right here and now with Lindsey.
"You with me, Gunn?" Lindsey asks, mocking humor lacing his voice. "Am I not holding your interest?"
Smiles down at the wild-boy smirking up at him. Slides his hands so that he's petting Lindsey's hair with one, and brushing the thumb of the other against that pretty mouth.
"Even when you're not trying to," Gunn tells him, stark moment of honesty that demanded to be put out there, because he's got a feeling tonight is going to end so damn badly.
And even if he's wrong about everything, he thinks the look on Lindsey's face is worth it: dumbstruck awe. Ain't a common occurrence, throwing the slick lawyer-boy off his game. Then Lindsey's face gets a little slack, and his eyes get real dark, and he rests his forehead against Gunn's abdomen for a moment, hands clenching on Gunn's hips.
"Same here," he whispers.
Then Gunn gaspsmoansgroanschokes, because Lindsey's working him like never before. Mouth tight and strong, like he wants to suck something less tangible than come from Gunn. One hand cradling Gunn's balls, fingers giving the exact right level of pressure to make Gunn almost scream from how good it feels.
And maybe Lindsey can get what he's trying to get because Gunn can't think straight and he can't define a damn thing about the moment, and all that makes sense is Lindsey's mouth on his cock, and *that* becomes the moment. Everything's there, and when Lindsey slides a hand back and works a finger into Gunn, the moment gets to be too much and he gives it all to Lindsey, and Lindsey takes every last drop.
***
Lindsey didn't bother locking up the Porsche. Just slammed the door shut and cursed at the passing cars that were making it impossible for him to cross the street to the bar. To Gunn. It never occurred to him that Gunn might not be there. Gunn had been there every damn time Lindsey had gone there.
Finally got across the street and was about to open the door to the bar when Gunn walked around the corner.
***
They actually do make it more than three feet from the door. Gunn drags Lindsey up from the floor, kisses him all hard and bruising, then leads them through the sitting room of the suite to the bedroom. To the bed.
Lindsey falls back, and Gunn stands over him, just looking down. Lindsey makes a show of licking his lips, taking another taste of Gunn, and Gunn's eyes flare like fireworks are going off somewhere in his head. Does it again and Gunn tosses himself on top of Lindsey.
Slides a hand between them and Lindsey's back arches when Gunn's hand wraps around his cock. "Holy fuck, Gunn. Too damn long."
Gunn puts his mouth close to Lindsey's ear, and Lindsey's shivering before he even says a fucking word. Man's got a hundred-proof voice, and it's like mainlining moonshine when he talks to Lindsey when they're fucking around.
"Broke me with that mouth of yours, Linds." Starts stroking Lindsey's cock, and Lindsey almost bucks him off. "Think it's only fair I get some payback."
Which sounds like he means one thing, but with the way he's moving *behind* Lindsey, he apparently means something else. Gunn sits with his back against the headboard, spreads his legs and tugs Lindsey up to sit between them. Back against chest, legs touching, Gunn's hand on his goddamn cock, mouth right next to his goddamn ear.
"Should be illegal how damn hard you made me come," is how Gunn starts, and Lindsey already knows he'll be saying the same thing to Gunn when this is over.
Because Gunn knows how to get to him. Knows the strings of words that burrow through Lindsey's skin and skate along his nerves and right to his cock. Talks about how good Lindsey blew him, and they both know it's not the dirty talk that's getting to Lindsey. It's what's buried just a layer underneath, and Lindsey won't call it what it is because he can't acknowledge the import of him and Gunn. Not now, not then, not ever. Give that layer its proper name and it'll all be too damn real and it'll turn to ash.
But Gunn keeps pouring it into his ear, shooting it into his veins, skating it along his nerves, and Lindsey wants to scream at him to stop, but he can't remember what, exactly, Gunn should stop, because it's so goddamn good that he's going to have a coronary any fucking second now, and why the hell does he want it to *stop*?
And around the time that Gunn calls Lindsey *his*--about five times in one breath--Lindsey remembers what he wanted Gunn to stop and why. But it's too late because it's real now. It's all real.
"Gunn," he chokes out, and he sounds panicked and pissed and scared, and he's shaking for those reasons now, instead of the good ones.
Gunn wraps his free arm around Lindsey's chest. Pulls him in tight. Kisses his neck. "It don't matter now, Linds. None of it matters a damn anymore."
His hand is still pumping Lindsey's cock, and Lindsey's having a hard time forming words, but he tries. "No. It'll--won't." Sucks in a crazed breath and tries again. "Ashes. Things--"
"Ain't nothing after tonight," Gunn whispers, forehead pressed against the side of Lindsey's head, hand moving fast and hard, twisting on the upstroke, palm brushing against the head of Lindsey's cock every damn time. "Know what matters? This. You and me, Linds."
He's made it even *more* real, and if the world as they know it doesn't end tonight, then *this* will. Somehow, someway. That's just how shit goes in Lindsey's life, and he wants to be pissed at Gunn for destroying something that Lindsey's spent a fuckload of energy protecting with casual indifference, but it's not something that he can be angry about.
Because Gunn's the reasonable one. Always has been. Knowing that Gunn would slam him with logic and practicality and reality was all that kept Lindsey in check sometimes. And now it's real, and it was the reasonable one that made it that way, and all Lindsey can do is fumble behind him to grab hold of Gunn, thrust up into Gunn's hand, slant his ear towards Gunn and stay quiet as he can so that he can hear everything Gunn has to say.
Pouring and shooting and skating, and Lindsey's body is vibrating, and he can't tell where Gunn's hand stops and he starts. And then Gunn pushes him forward, bares his back and feeds all those words into the sensitive skin there, rubs them in with a hand, seals them inside with lips and tongue, and Lindsey is over the edge, tensing and screaming and exploding like the fireworks he saw behind Gunn's eyes.
.End Part 2
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.
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Gunn stood by the truck after he got out and wondered if he was insane. Leaving Anne to spend his day in a bar that'd probably be empty this early. Wasn't any point to it that he could see, except indulging in a whole lot of sentimentality for something that was never supposed to be sentimental to begin with.
Walked around the corner anyway and found Lindsey standing in front of the door.
***
First time Gunn kissed Lindsey, it was at Lindsey's swank apartment and they were standing kind of like they are now. Except they had clothes on. Not a change Gunn minds as he lowers his head to suck Lindsey's lower lip into his mouth.
Boy has a mouth that looks like it's made for sin. Gunn knows from experiences Lindsey's good enough with it to make it feel like sin and then some. Knows, as Lindsey gradually moves lower and lower, that he's about to drown in sin again.
Not a bad way to go. Or even to end with. Moment's got everything. Sight of pretty boy Lindsey on his knees, looking up at Gunn with a wicked little grin. Feel of Lindsey's wet, hot mouth on Gunn's cock, his tongue working every inch as it goes in and comes out. Sound of sucking and licking, of humming and husky laughter, intermingling with Gunn's groans. Scent of Lindsey, perpetual whiskey and anger even when he's fresh out of the shower and smiling, winding up to Gunn along with musk and salt. Feel of Lindsey's thick hair tangling in Gunn's fingers.
Moment's got something else, too. Determination to enjoy everything Lindsey's making him feel, because too many people have shit on what Lindsey has to offer.
That's the heart of it all. Gunn's been tied up in Lindsey since day one. Considered fading out of L.A. with him because Lindsey needed to be away from temptation, and with someone willing to take everything he had to offer and give back all the right stuff, to stay in line.
Today was supposed to be about reconnecting with the mission. Thought he'd find it with Anne, but he should have known better. He started up with Lindsey to define himself by his opposite. Stopped trying to put a mirror between them, and started looking at Lindsey through a pane of glass. Wound up remembering who he was when he saw Lindsey as Lindsey.
Break down the mission, reduce it to its smallest level, and the mission is Lindsey.
Gunn thinks that, whatever the hell happens tonight, at least he'll have fulfilled his mission--the real mission--right here and now with Lindsey.
"You with me, Gunn?" Lindsey asks, mocking humor lacing his voice. "Am I not holding your interest?"
Smiles down at the wild-boy smirking up at him. Slides his hands so that he's petting Lindsey's hair with one, and brushing the thumb of the other against that pretty mouth.
"Even when you're not trying to," Gunn tells him, stark moment of honesty that demanded to be put out there, because he's got a feeling tonight is going to end so damn badly.
And even if he's wrong about everything, he thinks the look on Lindsey's face is worth it: dumbstruck awe. Ain't a common occurrence, throwing the slick lawyer-boy off his game. Then Lindsey's face gets a little slack, and his eyes get real dark, and he rests his forehead against Gunn's abdomen for a moment, hands clenching on Gunn's hips.
"Same here," he whispers.
Then Gunn gaspsmoansgroanschokes, because Lindsey's working him like never before. Mouth tight and strong, like he wants to suck something less tangible than come from Gunn. One hand cradling Gunn's balls, fingers giving the exact right level of pressure to make Gunn almost scream from how good it feels.
And maybe Lindsey can get what he's trying to get because Gunn can't think straight and he can't define a damn thing about the moment, and all that makes sense is Lindsey's mouth on his cock, and *that* becomes the moment. Everything's there, and when Lindsey slides a hand back and works a finger into Gunn, the moment gets to be too much and he gives it all to Lindsey, and Lindsey takes every last drop.
***
Lindsey didn't bother locking up the Porsche. Just slammed the door shut and cursed at the passing cars that were making it impossible for him to cross the street to the bar. To Gunn. It never occurred to him that Gunn might not be there. Gunn had been there every damn time Lindsey had gone there.
Finally got across the street and was about to open the door to the bar when Gunn walked around the corner.
***
They actually do make it more than three feet from the door. Gunn drags Lindsey up from the floor, kisses him all hard and bruising, then leads them through the sitting room of the suite to the bedroom. To the bed.
Lindsey falls back, and Gunn stands over him, just looking down. Lindsey makes a show of licking his lips, taking another taste of Gunn, and Gunn's eyes flare like fireworks are going off somewhere in his head. Does it again and Gunn tosses himself on top of Lindsey.
Slides a hand between them and Lindsey's back arches when Gunn's hand wraps around his cock. "Holy fuck, Gunn. Too damn long."
Gunn puts his mouth close to Lindsey's ear, and Lindsey's shivering before he even says a fucking word. Man's got a hundred-proof voice, and it's like mainlining moonshine when he talks to Lindsey when they're fucking around.
"Broke me with that mouth of yours, Linds." Starts stroking Lindsey's cock, and Lindsey almost bucks him off. "Think it's only fair I get some payback."
Which sounds like he means one thing, but with the way he's moving *behind* Lindsey, he apparently means something else. Gunn sits with his back against the headboard, spreads his legs and tugs Lindsey up to sit between them. Back against chest, legs touching, Gunn's hand on his goddamn cock, mouth right next to his goddamn ear.
"Should be illegal how damn hard you made me come," is how Gunn starts, and Lindsey already knows he'll be saying the same thing to Gunn when this is over.
Because Gunn knows how to get to him. Knows the strings of words that burrow through Lindsey's skin and skate along his nerves and right to his cock. Talks about how good Lindsey blew him, and they both know it's not the dirty talk that's getting to Lindsey. It's what's buried just a layer underneath, and Lindsey won't call it what it is because he can't acknowledge the import of him and Gunn. Not now, not then, not ever. Give that layer its proper name and it'll all be too damn real and it'll turn to ash.
But Gunn keeps pouring it into his ear, shooting it into his veins, skating it along his nerves, and Lindsey wants to scream at him to stop, but he can't remember what, exactly, Gunn should stop, because it's so goddamn good that he's going to have a coronary any fucking second now, and why the hell does he want it to *stop*?
And around the time that Gunn calls Lindsey *his*--about five times in one breath--Lindsey remembers what he wanted Gunn to stop and why. But it's too late because it's real now. It's all real.
"Gunn," he chokes out, and he sounds panicked and pissed and scared, and he's shaking for those reasons now, instead of the good ones.
Gunn wraps his free arm around Lindsey's chest. Pulls him in tight. Kisses his neck. "It don't matter now, Linds. None of it matters a damn anymore."
His hand is still pumping Lindsey's cock, and Lindsey's having a hard time forming words, but he tries. "No. It'll--won't." Sucks in a crazed breath and tries again. "Ashes. Things--"
"Ain't nothing after tonight," Gunn whispers, forehead pressed against the side of Lindsey's head, hand moving fast and hard, twisting on the upstroke, palm brushing against the head of Lindsey's cock every damn time. "Know what matters? This. You and me, Linds."
He's made it even *more* real, and if the world as they know it doesn't end tonight, then *this* will. Somehow, someway. That's just how shit goes in Lindsey's life, and he wants to be pissed at Gunn for destroying something that Lindsey's spent a fuckload of energy protecting with casual indifference, but it's not something that he can be angry about.
Because Gunn's the reasonable one. Always has been. Knowing that Gunn would slam him with logic and practicality and reality was all that kept Lindsey in check sometimes. And now it's real, and it was the reasonable one that made it that way, and all Lindsey can do is fumble behind him to grab hold of Gunn, thrust up into Gunn's hand, slant his ear towards Gunn and stay quiet as he can so that he can hear everything Gunn has to say.
Pouring and shooting and skating, and Lindsey's body is vibrating, and he can't tell where Gunn's hand stops and he starts. And then Gunn pushes him forward, bares his back and feeds all those words into the sensitive skin there, rubs them in with a hand, seals them inside with lips and tongue, and Lindsey is over the edge, tensing and screaming and exploding like the fireworks he saw behind Gunn's eyes.
.End Part 2
Ashes and Glass continued here.
Series Listing in Memories here.