Headlights from the parking lot throw crazy shadows across the walls and bed, hiding Dean's face, then making it all but glow as he moves over Lindsey.
He shouldn't be doing this. The last thing Lindsey needs while on the run and hiding from Wolfram & Hart is to get involved with another Champion. Especially this one.
But nobody ever accused Lindsey of taking the easy way out. Well, except for… that other Champion Lindsey is most decidedly not thinking about. Not while Dean's got his hand wrapped around both their dicks, slick-slide of skin and lube, friction and rhythm and the sounds and smells of sex bringing Lindsey closer and closer to the edge as he tells Dean all the things he plans to do to him, with him, before they go their separate ways once more.
Then Dean bites down hard on the tendon in Lindsey's neck – hadn't taken the boy long to figure out Lindsey's sure-fire buttons, not that Lindsey was explaining that one… or his wrist – and Lindsey comes with a shout, Dean following, shooting over their bellies before Lindsey can see straight again.
It won't last. It doesn't mean anything. It's just one more bad idea in a long history of Lindsey's bad ideas. But here and now, it's what he wants. And what Lindsey wants, he takes.
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SPN/AtS, Dean/Lindsey, headlights
Date: 2009-01-16 11:11 pm (UTC)He shouldn't be doing this. The last thing Lindsey needs while on the run and hiding from Wolfram & Hart is to get involved with another Champion. Especially this one.
But nobody ever accused Lindsey of taking the easy way out. Well, except for… that other Champion Lindsey is most decidedly not thinking about. Not while Dean's got his hand wrapped around both their dicks, slick-slide of skin and lube, friction and rhythm and the sounds and smells of sex bringing Lindsey closer and closer to the edge as he tells Dean all the things he plans to do to him, with him, before they go their separate ways once more.
Then Dean bites down hard on the tendon in Lindsey's neck – hadn't taken the boy long to figure out Lindsey's sure-fire buttons, not that Lindsey was explaining that one… or his wrist – and Lindsey comes with a shout, Dean following, shooting over their bellies before Lindsey can see straight again.
It won't last. It doesn't mean anything. It's just one more bad idea in a long history of Lindsey's bad ideas. But here and now, it's what he wants. And what Lindsey wants, he takes.