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winterliveSo, there's been this whole thing with the emo boys who kiss. And ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
entrenous88, my darling, made a meme. This is my contribution.
Title: Not Fair
Pairing: Angel/Lindsey, my first good shot at my OTP. *wibble*
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine. Joss is He Who Owns Things.
A/N: Ohhhh, Human AU all the way, baby. And they're in high school. And they're teenagers. But other than THAT, they're just the same. *g* It'd be circa season 1, I think - it's lawyer!Lindsey, as you'll see. I know y'all love his long hair, but just shut up and bear it, because I think the short hair is sexy. He gets bedhead with the short hair. Simultaneously cute and rawr. Hah!
Angel bowed his head, contrite. "If you think that's fair."
Lindsey snorted derisively. Everyone knew Angel had a thing for the heart of gold routine, but this was just taking a joke too far. The two girls - Willow and Tara, swathed to the neck and ankles in giant towels - just stood there, arms crossed, glaring at them both. "Listen," Lindsey started in his most reasonable tone. His friends called him The Voice. Lindsey was the charmer that got extensions on overdue assignments, got his friends off the hook for starting fights in the smoking pit. He could talk anyone into or out of anything, with his short, unruly hair, his shy, just-a-country-boy smile and that smooth, silver tongue. How he looked in his preppy Abercrombie & Fitch... well, he was not above using that to get his way. Or using pretty much anything, really.
"We're both very sorry we caught you ladies in your unmentionables, but I'm afraid it was unavoidable. This enormous ass was pushing me, so I pushed back, and we just so happened to fall through the doorway here. We would never come into the girls' locker room unless it were completely outside our control – or at least, I wouldn't. So if you'll kindly just excuse us, we'll be on our way, and nobody'll be any the worse for wear, okay?" He flashed his best smile, the one that never failed to make the girls' knees weak and the old ladies blush.
Willow and Tara stood side by side, making granite look warm and cuddly. Lindsey's spirits sunk.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Angel scowl at him, and then surreptitiously check out his own ass in the mirrors, just to make sure it wasn't that enormous. Lindsey couldn't believe his eyes. "What are you, Cordelia? Maybe you joined the cheerleading squad when I wasn't looking?"
Angel's eyes flicked to him, briefly, and then dismissed him and went back to what they were doing. "Grow up."
Lindsey hated being dismissed.
"Listen," he said, again to the women, only this time they bore the brunt of his fury. He pointed at Angel and practically yelled at them, his voice ringing off the green tiles, through the steamy air. "I am not necking with the jolly jock giant over there just because the two of you aren't comfortable without blackmail material. You'll just have to suffer. Believe me, I've got better things to do than to spread around how you two look in your skivvies. Am I the only sane person in this room? You can't just whoa, what the f...!!"
The breath whooshed out of Lindsey's lungs as Angel's big, solid hand spun him by the shoulder, twisted into his collar and slammed him back against the shower wall. "You listen, Lindsey," he said, implacable and unreasonable and so fucking arrogant, Jesus, he was so annoying. "They're in the right, we're in the wrong, so we're going to give them what they want. Won't cost us anything except two minutes of our time, so just shut up about it, because I swear, if you make me want to hit you more than I want to do right by these women, I will take serious pleasure in hurting you."
Lindsey snarled, opened his mouth, all set to deliver a scathing comeback, but Angel was faster. When their mouths met, and Lindsey felt Angel's tongue slip between his teeth and glide over the sensitive roof of his mouth, the scathing comeback evaporated. Most thought, actually, evaporated. Dimly, Lindsey felt his hands close on broad shoulders, grip the soft shirt, twist it up in his fingers as his eyes fluttered closed. He had the vague idea that he might push Angel away, but he felt Angel's hands close on his waist, slide around to stroke over his back, and Lindsey couldn't help but pull those shoulders closer.
Angel's mouth was hot, so hot. He kissed like someone with experience at kissing, tongue slipping over Lindsey's lips, tasting and teasing. He ate at Lindsey, hungry, tongue darting into his mouth and then back, finding every sensitive spot. But it was definitely the rest of the things happening that held Lindsey's attention: Angel's chest pressed against his, strong hands pulled his shirt from the hem of his jeans and the sound of Angel's breath, harsh in the air, short and getting shorter... it was tempting. Tantalizing. Something there, just barely out of reach, but Lindsey couldn't tell...
Tentatively, he let his tongue sneak out and slide over Angel's. He tasted like clear water, like the mountains that Lindsey's parents were from. He tasted like morning. And Angel made a sound then, like a low groan, shivering with his breath as his sharp teeth nipped lightly at Lindsey's lips. The kiss turned harder, more demanding, and Lindsey felt the locker room wall hard at his back as Angel pushed him into it, wedged one thigh between his and rocked against him. Those big hands slid under his shirt, stroked over the bared skin of his back, and Lindsey shivered, pressed closer. The sheer power of it – that he'd made Angel do this, great big hero of the school, football star Angel – it thrilled through Lindsey hard, made him giddy and eager. He pressed his hips against the ones that held him, pulled Angel closer, kissing him hard, now, wanting more.
"Time," came a feminine voice, and Lindsey felt Angel gently disengage mouth, legs and arms and finally pull away. For his part, Lindsey was left leaning against the wall, panting hard, flushed and sweating and more than a little irritated that they'd been interrupted just as it was getting to be his turn to make Angel insane for a change. Willow giggled into Tara's shoulder as Tara looked on. "That's time," she repeated, her face passively smiling, like she knew a secret but was too nice to say anything about it.
Angel just straightened his clothes, checked his hair in the mirror, nodded gravely to the two girls and walked out of the locker room.
Lindsey paced for about two seconds before he turned and kicked one of the lockers so hard it dented under his boot.
Willow just laughed harder.
Tara kept smiling her secret smile as she crept up to Lindsey and touched him on the shoulder. "Lindsey?"
"What?" he demanded, rounding on her.
She was barely managing not to laugh as her soft voice pointed out, "You're still in the girls' locker room."
Lindsey stood there, staring at her, for a full minute, mouth gaping open like a landed fish. When he finally turned and stalked out, he heard the both of them burst out laughing behind him. He just blushed harder and kept walking.
entrenous88, my darling, made a meme. This is my contribution.Title: Not Fair
Pairing: Angel/Lindsey, my first good shot at my OTP. *wibble*
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine. Joss is He Who Owns Things.
A/N: Ohhhh, Human AU all the way, baby. And they're in high school. And they're teenagers. But other than THAT, they're just the same. *g* It'd be circa season 1, I think - it's lawyer!Lindsey, as you'll see. I know y'all love his long hair, but just shut up and bear it, because I think the short hair is sexy. He gets bedhead with the short hair. Simultaneously cute and rawr. Hah!
Angel bowed his head, contrite. "If you think that's fair."
Lindsey snorted derisively. Everyone knew Angel had a thing for the heart of gold routine, but this was just taking a joke too far. The two girls - Willow and Tara, swathed to the neck and ankles in giant towels - just stood there, arms crossed, glaring at them both. "Listen," Lindsey started in his most reasonable tone. His friends called him The Voice. Lindsey was the charmer that got extensions on overdue assignments, got his friends off the hook for starting fights in the smoking pit. He could talk anyone into or out of anything, with his short, unruly hair, his shy, just-a-country-boy smile and that smooth, silver tongue. How he looked in his preppy Abercrombie & Fitch... well, he was not above using that to get his way. Or using pretty much anything, really.
"We're both very sorry we caught you ladies in your unmentionables, but I'm afraid it was unavoidable. This enormous ass was pushing me, so I pushed back, and we just so happened to fall through the doorway here. We would never come into the girls' locker room unless it were completely outside our control – or at least, I wouldn't. So if you'll kindly just excuse us, we'll be on our way, and nobody'll be any the worse for wear, okay?" He flashed his best smile, the one that never failed to make the girls' knees weak and the old ladies blush.
Willow and Tara stood side by side, making granite look warm and cuddly. Lindsey's spirits sunk.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Angel scowl at him, and then surreptitiously check out his own ass in the mirrors, just to make sure it wasn't that enormous. Lindsey couldn't believe his eyes. "What are you, Cordelia? Maybe you joined the cheerleading squad when I wasn't looking?"
Angel's eyes flicked to him, briefly, and then dismissed him and went back to what they were doing. "Grow up."
Lindsey hated being dismissed.
"Listen," he said, again to the women, only this time they bore the brunt of his fury. He pointed at Angel and practically yelled at them, his voice ringing off the green tiles, through the steamy air. "I am not necking with the jolly jock giant over there just because the two of you aren't comfortable without blackmail material. You'll just have to suffer. Believe me, I've got better things to do than to spread around how you two look in your skivvies. Am I the only sane person in this room? You can't just whoa, what the f...!!"
The breath whooshed out of Lindsey's lungs as Angel's big, solid hand spun him by the shoulder, twisted into his collar and slammed him back against the shower wall. "You listen, Lindsey," he said, implacable and unreasonable and so fucking arrogant, Jesus, he was so annoying. "They're in the right, we're in the wrong, so we're going to give them what they want. Won't cost us anything except two minutes of our time, so just shut up about it, because I swear, if you make me want to hit you more than I want to do right by these women, I will take serious pleasure in hurting you."
Lindsey snarled, opened his mouth, all set to deliver a scathing comeback, but Angel was faster. When their mouths met, and Lindsey felt Angel's tongue slip between his teeth and glide over the sensitive roof of his mouth, the scathing comeback evaporated. Most thought, actually, evaporated. Dimly, Lindsey felt his hands close on broad shoulders, grip the soft shirt, twist it up in his fingers as his eyes fluttered closed. He had the vague idea that he might push Angel away, but he felt Angel's hands close on his waist, slide around to stroke over his back, and Lindsey couldn't help but pull those shoulders closer.
Angel's mouth was hot, so hot. He kissed like someone with experience at kissing, tongue slipping over Lindsey's lips, tasting and teasing. He ate at Lindsey, hungry, tongue darting into his mouth and then back, finding every sensitive spot. But it was definitely the rest of the things happening that held Lindsey's attention: Angel's chest pressed against his, strong hands pulled his shirt from the hem of his jeans and the sound of Angel's breath, harsh in the air, short and getting shorter... it was tempting. Tantalizing. Something there, just barely out of reach, but Lindsey couldn't tell...
Tentatively, he let his tongue sneak out and slide over Angel's. He tasted like clear water, like the mountains that Lindsey's parents were from. He tasted like morning. And Angel made a sound then, like a low groan, shivering with his breath as his sharp teeth nipped lightly at Lindsey's lips. The kiss turned harder, more demanding, and Lindsey felt the locker room wall hard at his back as Angel pushed him into it, wedged one thigh between his and rocked against him. Those big hands slid under his shirt, stroked over the bared skin of his back, and Lindsey shivered, pressed closer. The sheer power of it – that he'd made Angel do this, great big hero of the school, football star Angel – it thrilled through Lindsey hard, made him giddy and eager. He pressed his hips against the ones that held him, pulled Angel closer, kissing him hard, now, wanting more.
"Time," came a feminine voice, and Lindsey felt Angel gently disengage mouth, legs and arms and finally pull away. For his part, Lindsey was left leaning against the wall, panting hard, flushed and sweating and more than a little irritated that they'd been interrupted just as it was getting to be his turn to make Angel insane for a change. Willow giggled into Tara's shoulder as Tara looked on. "That's time," she repeated, her face passively smiling, like she knew a secret but was too nice to say anything about it.
Angel just straightened his clothes, checked his hair in the mirror, nodded gravely to the two girls and walked out of the locker room.
Lindsey paced for about two seconds before he turned and kicked one of the lockers so hard it dented under his boot.
Willow just laughed harder.
Tara kept smiling her secret smile as she crept up to Lindsey and touched him on the shoulder. "Lindsey?"
"What?" he demanded, rounding on her.
She was barely managing not to laugh as her soft voice pointed out, "You're still in the girls' locker room."
Lindsey stood there, staring at her, for a full minute, mouth gaping open like a landed fish. When he finally turned and stalked out, he heard the both of them burst out laughing behind him. He just blushed harder and kept walking.
