Fic: Seeking Shelter (Gunn/Linds - boy kissing meme)
It took me a week to get to this, but I finally wrote something for entrenous88's boy kissing meme inspired by the video everyone's looking at lately. I went for the 'truth or dare' theme for this one.
And for those who missed it the first time around, I actually went with the "Spin the Bottle" concept for the Spander kissing meme back in September 2003 - here.
This time around I've opted for a bit of yummy goodness of a different variety - Gunn/Lindsey. Enjoy.
Title: Seeking Shelter
Pairing: Gunn/Lindsey
Rating: mature audiences
“Uh-uh. No way. No fucking way.”
“Come on, Gunn.” Faith smiled and batted her eyelashes at him. “Please?”
Gunn rolled his eyes. “You can stop with the innocent face. I am not kissing some crazy dude. Especially not some crazy white dude.” He shook his head at her.
“You said dare.” Her head bobbed side-to-side, attitude clear in the motion and in her voice. “You gonna back out now?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “I am. Give me truth. What’s your question?”
“Fine,” she smiled up at him then looked past him as she asked,. “Who do you fantasize about at night when you jerk off in your bunk?”
If Faith’d been looking at Gunn she would have seen his eyes go wide. But she was staring at the new guy in the corner. The same guy he’d been staring at for the last two weeks when he thought no one was looking. He was tempted to lie to Faith, but as he opened his mouth to speak she turned back to look him in the eye. She could always tell when he was lying.
“Damn,” he muttered. “You said two minutes, right?”
Gunn was taking the dare.
***
Lindsey had been staying in Anne’s shelter for a couple weeks now, but he’d mostly kept to himself. Now he was leaning against a wall in the front room watching strangers pass by on the street outside. Gunn couldn’t help but notice the set of his hips in work denim, jutting away from the wall behind him. His long hair grazed his honey brown shoulders -- the contrast sharp against his worn out wifebeater. He was broad, strong, anchored to the wall in a pose that looked casual, but Gunn suspected was anything but. His head was tipped back, displaying a long, smooth neck. A neck dying to be kissed.
Gunn strode across the room with confidence. He could do this. It wasn’t like Lindsey was hard on the eyes. And the only guys at Anne’s that would freak at two guys kissing hadn’t been around lately. But Gunn didn’t know Lindsey. He was new and quiet. He carried himself like someone who’d been running for a long time. And Gunn figured he was just as likely to punch him in the face as he was to kiss him back.
Two minutes, he thought. This is gonna be the longest two minutes of my life.
Lindsey wasn’t stupid. Gunn knew that the minute he watched him walk through the shelter door. Lindsey knew how to take care of himself, how to survive on the streets. How to go unnoticed. But he had noticed. And Faith had noticed that he’d noticed. And now here he was thinking that maybe he was the stupid one for going through with this.
He stopped a few steps from Lindsey and looked back to see Faith smiling at him. She raised her wrist to show her watch and then closed all but two fingers on her hand. Two minutes. Gunn nodded and took those last two steps.
Lindsey kept staring out the window when Gunn stepped up to him. They were close -- there was no way Lindsey didn’t know he was there -- but he made no move to indicate his awareness of Gunn. The street seemed to hold his complete attention.
Gunn shifted closer, sliding one leg between Lindsey’s. He reached out to rest his hand on Lindsey’s hip and with the other he turned his head, bringing them face to face.
“Hey,” he whispered.
Lindsey met his gaze for an instant before glancing over Gunn’s shoulder at Faith. Gunn could just imagine her smiling brightly and waggling her eyebrows and his pulse began to race. Lindsey looked back to Gunn. “What do you--”
His words were cut off by Gunn’s mouth on his -- soft and slow. And he kissed back. Gunn thought he must be dreaming when he felt Lindsey’s hands on his hips pulling him closer. He could feel the warmth of his skin through his thin shirt. And then Lindsey’s tongue was in his mouth and one hand slid up his back to cup his neck, keeping him from pulling away. Not that he would have.
The kiss went on and Gunn imagined Lindsey kissed like a pro. Except the hustlers Gunn knew didn’t kiss. Not on the mouth anyway. This was too personal, too intimate to be something Lindsey’d perfected while working the streets. But it was the most amazing kiss Gunn had ever experienced.
He was hard and he could feel Lindsey’s own length pressing against his hip. Gunn nudged Lindsey’s legs apart with his knee and stepped between them, pressing Lindsey’s hips tight to the wall. His own hips fit so perfectly between Lindsey’s.
Lindsey moaned into his mouth as Gunn ground himself against him. Gunn couldn’t believe how responsive Lindsey was to him. They were both lost in the moment, feeding off each other, touching and tasting and it was wonderful. It was better than anything Gunn had imagined while jerking off.
“You guys can stop now.” Faith’s voice seemed so distant, but her hand on Gunn’s shoulder told him she was right there. “Time's up. You can stop.”
Gunn pulled away slightly. Lindsey was panting and staring at his mouth. He squeezed Gunn’s hip as he finally spoke. “Guess he chose the dare, huh?”
“Yeah,” Faith replied.
“Lucky you.”
“No,” Faith grinned. “Lucky you.”
“Yeah,” Lindsey stroked Gunn’s neck with his thumb. “Lucky me.”
Gunn was pulled in for another kiss before he could ask them what was going on. He’d been played -- by whom, he wasn’t sure. By both, he suspected. But he didn’t really care because Lindsey’s mouth was on his again.
The End.
And for those who missed it the first time around, I actually went with the "Spin the Bottle" concept for the Spander kissing meme back in September 2003 - here.
This time around I've opted for a bit of yummy goodness of a different variety - Gunn/Lindsey. Enjoy.
Title: Seeking Shelter
Pairing: Gunn/Lindsey
Rating: mature audiences
“Uh-uh. No way. No fucking way.”
“Come on, Gunn.” Faith smiled and batted her eyelashes at him. “Please?”
Gunn rolled his eyes. “You can stop with the innocent face. I am not kissing some crazy dude. Especially not some crazy white dude.” He shook his head at her.
“You said dare.” Her head bobbed side-to-side, attitude clear in the motion and in her voice. “You gonna back out now?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “I am. Give me truth. What’s your question?”
“Fine,” she smiled up at him then looked past him as she asked,. “Who do you fantasize about at night when you jerk off in your bunk?”
If Faith’d been looking at Gunn she would have seen his eyes go wide. But she was staring at the new guy in the corner. The same guy he’d been staring at for the last two weeks when he thought no one was looking. He was tempted to lie to Faith, but as he opened his mouth to speak she turned back to look him in the eye. She could always tell when he was lying.
“Damn,” he muttered. “You said two minutes, right?”
Gunn was taking the dare.
***
Lindsey had been staying in Anne’s shelter for a couple weeks now, but he’d mostly kept to himself. Now he was leaning against a wall in the front room watching strangers pass by on the street outside. Gunn couldn’t help but notice the set of his hips in work denim, jutting away from the wall behind him. His long hair grazed his honey brown shoulders -- the contrast sharp against his worn out wifebeater. He was broad, strong, anchored to the wall in a pose that looked casual, but Gunn suspected was anything but. His head was tipped back, displaying a long, smooth neck. A neck dying to be kissed.
Gunn strode across the room with confidence. He could do this. It wasn’t like Lindsey was hard on the eyes. And the only guys at Anne’s that would freak at two guys kissing hadn’t been around lately. But Gunn didn’t know Lindsey. He was new and quiet. He carried himself like someone who’d been running for a long time. And Gunn figured he was just as likely to punch him in the face as he was to kiss him back.
Two minutes, he thought. This is gonna be the longest two minutes of my life.
Lindsey wasn’t stupid. Gunn knew that the minute he watched him walk through the shelter door. Lindsey knew how to take care of himself, how to survive on the streets. How to go unnoticed. But he had noticed. And Faith had noticed that he’d noticed. And now here he was thinking that maybe he was the stupid one for going through with this.
He stopped a few steps from Lindsey and looked back to see Faith smiling at him. She raised her wrist to show her watch and then closed all but two fingers on her hand. Two minutes. Gunn nodded and took those last two steps.
Lindsey kept staring out the window when Gunn stepped up to him. They were close -- there was no way Lindsey didn’t know he was there -- but he made no move to indicate his awareness of Gunn. The street seemed to hold his complete attention.
Gunn shifted closer, sliding one leg between Lindsey’s. He reached out to rest his hand on Lindsey’s hip and with the other he turned his head, bringing them face to face.
“Hey,” he whispered.
Lindsey met his gaze for an instant before glancing over Gunn’s shoulder at Faith. Gunn could just imagine her smiling brightly and waggling her eyebrows and his pulse began to race. Lindsey looked back to Gunn. “What do you--”
His words were cut off by Gunn’s mouth on his -- soft and slow. And he kissed back. Gunn thought he must be dreaming when he felt Lindsey’s hands on his hips pulling him closer. He could feel the warmth of his skin through his thin shirt. And then Lindsey’s tongue was in his mouth and one hand slid up his back to cup his neck, keeping him from pulling away. Not that he would have.
The kiss went on and Gunn imagined Lindsey kissed like a pro. Except the hustlers Gunn knew didn’t kiss. Not on the mouth anyway. This was too personal, too intimate to be something Lindsey’d perfected while working the streets. But it was the most amazing kiss Gunn had ever experienced.
He was hard and he could feel Lindsey’s own length pressing against his hip. Gunn nudged Lindsey’s legs apart with his knee and stepped between them, pressing Lindsey’s hips tight to the wall. His own hips fit so perfectly between Lindsey’s.
Lindsey moaned into his mouth as Gunn ground himself against him. Gunn couldn’t believe how responsive Lindsey was to him. They were both lost in the moment, feeding off each other, touching and tasting and it was wonderful. It was better than anything Gunn had imagined while jerking off.
“You guys can stop now.” Faith’s voice seemed so distant, but her hand on Gunn’s shoulder told him she was right there. “Time's up. You can stop.”
Gunn pulled away slightly. Lindsey was panting and staring at his mouth. He squeezed Gunn’s hip as he finally spoke. “Guess he chose the dare, huh?”
“Yeah,” Faith replied.
“Lucky you.”
“No,” Faith grinned. “Lucky you.”
“Yeah,” Lindsey stroked Gunn’s neck with his thumb. “Lucky me.”
Gunn was pulled in for another kiss before he could ask them what was going on. He’d been played -- by whom, he wasn’t sure. By both, he suspected. But he didn’t really care because Lindsey’s mouth was on his again.
The End.