drabble.
Do you know what you'd find if you looked up one track mind in the dictionary?
That's right -- the definition for one track mind.
The first time the boy reaches for him, awkward and silent, Spike lets it happen. He lets his legs fall open, lets Connor do all the work. Connor fucks like he fights, precise and relentless. Spike keeps his eyes closed when he comes.
"I don't love you," Connor says, after. His gaze is fixed on the mountains behind the skyline, eyes slitted.
It's almost daybreak. There's hours left yet before they can leave.
" 's okay.". Connor's cheek is soft under Spike's hand, and sleep warm. Kid doesn't look a goddamn thing like Angel. "Already had me one of those."
That's right -- the definition for one track mind.
The first time the boy reaches for him, awkward and silent, Spike lets it happen. He lets his legs fall open, lets Connor do all the work. Connor fucks like he fights, precise and relentless. Spike keeps his eyes closed when he comes.
"I don't love you," Connor says, after. His gaze is fixed on the mountains behind the skyline, eyes slitted.
It's almost daybreak. There's hours left yet before they can leave.
" 's okay.". Connor's cheek is soft under Spike's hand, and sleep warm. Kid doesn't look a goddamn thing like Angel. "Already had me one of those."