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It’s good to be back in L.A. Being out of town for a few days was refreshing. But Lindsey finds that the old stomping grounds aren’t as sweet as he remembers. His old town seemed…smaller somehow. Guess it’s true what they say. You can’t go home again.
Maybe it’s just that the definition of home has changed for him. He sneaks a peek at the silent man in the driver’s seat next to him and smiles to himself.
The tall brooding vampire next to him had been reluctant to let him go but Lindsey had declared he needed a little space. After that, Angel hadn’t even pushed him for a reason and, amazingly, hadn’t seemed worried. Had he been so certain Lindsey would return or was he simply used to losing people?
It is one of the aspects of their relationship that Lindsey doesn’t question. Being the strong, silent type, Angel doesn’t do a lot of talking about his feelings. However, he has been reticent since Lindsey’s return. Granted, Angel never does a lot of talking. But he’s been downright monosyllabic since Lindsey came back. Lindsey is only a little worried about it, though. He’s confident that time back will soften Angel.
Now they are tooling through the city on their way back from the airport, the window down so it’s ruffling Lindsey’s hair. Angel hums under his breath and taps his fingers on the steering wheel as music pours from the antique radio.
Being in charge of Wolfram & Hart has given Angel some nifty perks, including 12 cars at his beck and call. But Angel prefers this old model, a gas-guzzling convertible from the 1950s, roomy with cushiony leather seats and an old-fashioned radio. The only concession he’s made to modernization is to have the windows tinted—the kind where he can see out but no one can see in—so the vampire can drive around in it during the daylight hours.
Lindsey can’t bring himself to complain. The style of an earlier era suits Angel with his occasionally formal manners and gentlemanly charm.
Right now, however, Lindsey is trying to get the damned radio dial where he wants it. He starts fiddling with the setting until the vampire gets annoyed.
Angel slaps at his hand. “Stop it, Lindsey. I’m listening to this.”
“Honestly, Angel. Barry Manilow?”
Angel’s lip curls. “Don’t you start, Lindsey.”
“But the power ballads are laughable. You’re no better than those fangirls who squeal over Justin Bieber.”
“Lindsey, I’m the one driving,” Angel snaps. “And the driver gets to pick the music. So get your hand off that dial!”
“I was just hoping…” Lindsey’s voice trails away.
“What?”
“I like country music and there’s something I wanted to hear.”
“Really? What is it? Tom Waits? Willie Nelson?”
Lindsey laughs. “Try moving into this century, will you?”
“Why? Just because they’re old? Don’t dismiss classic singers, Lindsey. You should be so lucky to last as long as they have,” Angel chides.
“Funny you should mention,” Lindsey mutters. He quickly flips the dial to the station he wants.
“Lindsey…”
“—got a special treat for you. This next song is from a genuine Southern boy, Lindsey McDonald, and it’s sure to be crowd pleaser. Girls, grab your boyfriends and hold ‘em tight. Here’s ‘Crazy in Love’.”
A passage between streetlights momentarily casts Angel’s face in shadow but Lindsey can sense him staring at him. “Lindsey?”
Lindsey grins, proud and happy. He’s not given to bragging but he’s no victim of false modesty either. As his music fills the car, he lets his eyes drift shut and relaxes to strains of his song. He has been secretly polishing this song until it shone like a diamond. He has changed the pronouns in it from “him” to “her” to make it more mainstream. But he’s certain Angel will get the references.
A cool hand touches his arm, rousing him from his reverie. “Lindsey.” Angel’s voice is deep and holding surprised wonder. “Is this what you were doing when you were out of town?”
“Yeah. My agent called to tell me I had an audition and I took a chance. I’d been working on my songs, just polishing them in my spare time, and I thought I had a winner on my hands.”
Angel doesn’t answer. He withdraws his hand to the steering wheel again. The silence lengthens until Lindsey starts to fidget. “Angel? I know country music isn’t your thing but don’t you…?”
Still no answer. An unexpected misery swamps Lindsey. He had thought Angel might be critical but had hoped the vampire might have a good word. “Crazy in Love” is an unabashed love song secretly intended for his lover. But it’s pointless if Angel doesn’t like it.
The car lurches as Angel takes it around a corner and Lindsey is pressed into the leathery seat by the acceleration. “Whoa! Okay, I didn’t think it was that bad!” he snaps.
The drive is taking them into a more desolate section of L.A., the place where a more sordid element likes to hang out. “Angel, what are we doing here? Talk to me, dammit!”
Angel parks the car and turns to his mortal lover. “Lindsey.” Then his lips are on Lindsey’s.
The embrace takes him by surprise. He gasps and the vampire answers the open mouth with a tongue kiss that has him melting against the seat. When Angel releases him, Lindsey pants, “Angel? What is this?”
“Roll up the window, Lindsey. Unless you want an audience.”
“An audience?” Is Angel serious? “You want to…out here?” Lindsey glances out the car window even as he obeys Angel’s command. “This neighborhood isn’t exactly safe.”
“You worried, baby? You’ve got demonic strength and I’m a vampire. I’m sure we can take any common criminal.”
“It’s the uncommon ones I’m worried about,” Lindsey retorts.
“The uncommon ones know my reputation,” Angel growls. His face shifts and he kisses Lindsey again, sucking the plush lip over his fanged teeth.
This kiss is passionate enough so that Lindsey’s resolve momentarily weakens. But when Angel starts unfastening his shirt, Lindsey grabs his hands. “We’re in the open. The last thing I want is to get busted for indecent exposure.”
“Almost no one’s passing on the streets, not in this neighborhood.”
Lindsey struggles against Angel; in the car, their strength is almost equal. “Almost no one isn’t the same as totally deserted,” he grits out.
Angel’s head dips down to his collarbone and nuzzles at the cloth covering it. The mark is there, pulsing with Lindsey’s heart. He bites his lip, the sharp pain momentarily pushing back the bliss from Angel’s touch in that spot. “Angel, please. I don’t want to wind up in the papers as one of those stars notorious for embarrassing himself in public.”
Angel chuckles and the vibration sends tingles down through the mark; Lindsey shudders, can feel his objections fading by the moment. “Star, baby? You get one song on the radio and you’re already imagining a Grammy win?”
“No, but, shit!” The expletive erupts when Angel strokes up his thigh with one solid hand. The other begins pulling at his nipple. Only the barest of cloth separates Angel’s skin from his own. But his nips immediately begin to harden and ache. “Angel!”
“What? You don’t want your clothes to come off, then they can stay on. Too bad, though. I’ve been thinking about taking you in the car for weeks now.”
Before Lindsey can answer, Angel grabs his mortal lover’s hand and presses it against the seat. “Feel that, Lindsey. That’s high-quality leather. Imagine how it’ll feel against you. It’ll be warm and slick and buttery soft. It’ll feel like another skin. Imagine it on your buttocks, your skin.”
Angel continues to pull and twist Lindsey’s nipples. The touch is gentle but unrelenting. Lindsey can no longer push him away . He gulps, desperately trying to pull in air as his pants tighten unbearably.
“Ohhh, please.” Lindsey will never live it down if he’s found like this by the police or the press. His music is a more than a commodity, more than a mere talent, much more than a way to make extra money. It’s the one thing Wolfram & Hart left unstained, something that is above and apart from his horrible years fighting to survive in those cruel, shark-infested waters. He can’t put his gift in jeopardy, not like this.
He licks along Lindsey’s neck, the pulse thrumming under his lips. “Imagine feeling it while I’m above you, driving you harder into the leather,” he murmurs. “Imagine the smell of it filling you while I’m filling you.”
Lindsey’s head tosses. The scent of leather is stronger somehow. Is it the car or Angel? The vampire is wearing his usual leather coat and the smell is a potent one. Memory reminds him how often he would see Angel in that coat, the hem swirling around the demon’s ankles as he moved or simply the smell of it when Lindsey was pressed far too close to him during one of their antagonistic face-offs. “Angel…”
The other hand is in his crotch now, cupping, squeezing and stroking Lindsey’s prick, his balls. He’s still clothed, the feeling frustratingly muffled because of his clothing, but warmth surges over Lindsey nonetheless.
Angel kisses Lindsey again, cutting off his protests. The seatbelt is unfastened and he places Lindsey over his lap with irresistible vampiric strength. Now one firm thigh is between Lindsey’s legs and the mortal whimpers as Angel begins dragging Lindsey back and forth over that unyielding flesh.
“You want this, Lindsey. I can feel how hard you’re getting,” Angel whispers. In the near-darkness of the car, only a single streetlight providing illumination, the vampire is reduced to the whiteness of his face, the touches of his hand, the feel of his skin and the sultry persistence of his voice.
The pressure between his legs is getting to be too much. Lindsey is hard as a rock but his constrained clothing and Angel’s relentless manipulations allow him no release. “Angel, please…” he groans. The jerks over Angel’s thigh get harder, rougher. Lindsey arches uselessly against the broader frame in front of him. “Oh, fuck. Angel, I need…”
“I know what you need. And you’ll get it. I want you to cum in my car. I want to be able to smell you here for days,” Angel growls. “But I’m going to take you here first. You don’t get to cum unless you let me.”
Angel has unzipped Lindsey’s pants. He frees the mortal cock, already dripping, and it springs forth from its prison. But he clamps his hand around it, choking off the pleasure at the root.
“Fuck!” Lindsey cries out with dissatisfaction. But the demon’s lips are there to stifle him, shutting off his voice.
The windows are steaming up. In spite of the coolness of Angel’s skin, sweat is starting to pour off Lindsey. The heat adds to his growing distress, enflaming his nerves until he’s barely coherent. When Angel lets him breathe again, he swallows, panting like a landed trout.
“Want me to open a window, Lindsey? Or let down the top?” Angel laughs when Lindsey glares at him. “Too bad this old model doesn’t have air conditioning. But then I’ve never really needed it. Poor baby, let me see what I can do to help.”
Without another word of warning. Angel opens the buttons on Lindsey’s shirt. Bared to his touch, he yanks and tugs at Lindsey’s bare nips. They have become extraordinarily sensitive, throbbing twin contacts of need. When Angel twists at them, Lindsey’s head falls against the windshield, a muffled whimper choked back into his throat.
His cock is being stroked, but the hold is too tight. Angel means it; Lindsey will not be allowed to cum unless the vampire gets his way.
“Angel, haaaahhh, don’t. You’ll, you’ll get stains on your leather!” Lindsey grasps for an excuse, any excuse, to get the vampire to stop his sadistic assault.
“Stains come out, Lindsey. That’s where having a lot of money comes in handy.” Angel’s grip twists and Lindsey’s back bends in a useless bid for release.
“God, Lindsey, you look so hot. I can hear your heart beating like mad, smell the scent of you, feel your nipples rough and tender, the heat of your body. Your cock is pulsing in my hand so hard, baby. It knows what it wants and so do you. You want this, you crave it…and I’ll give it to you. Just say the word.”
Another tug at his nipple and Lindsey shudders. It’s like the plucking of a violin string; every vibration is felt throughout his entire body. He writhes, his toes clench, his hands scrabble at the leather seat and still relief is an impossible distance away.
Angel digs his nose into Lindsey’s neck and takes a deep sniff. “Oh, you’re so close, baby. I can smell it,” he murmurs. “But you’ll get no closer.” His grip tightens on Lindsey’s dick. “You have to trust me, Lindsey. When I say it’s safe, it’s safe.”
He’s trusted Angel so far and he’s never been disappointed. The payoff is always worth it. No matter how much he resists, he always gives in in the end. So why fight it? “Yesss. Please.”
“Dashboard. Lube. Get it,” Angel raps out.
Lindsey paws at the dash before flipping it open. Groping blindly inside, he finds the tube he’s looking for. Gel in hand, Angel instructs, “Open my zipper—carefully,” he warns.
His hands are shaking so much, he can barely grasp the zipper. When he does, Angel’s cock springs out, fully erect, the veins pulsing, the large cockhead leaking steadily pre-cum down the length. Slicking him up with the gel seems almost pointless but Lindsey does so anyway, thrilling to the subterranean growl that greets him from his vampire lover.
“See that, baby? It’s all for you.” He shifts his thigh up and down and Lindsey moans with the renewed pressure against his swollen balls. Throwing his objections out the door, his shaking hands try to push off his pants.
“It’s all right, Lindsey. I told you; you don’t have to get undressed.” Angel is willing to make this small concession. Besides, he doesn’t need much more than this. His preternaturally keen eyesight can make out every detail of Lindsey’s tortured expression, the rippling muscles barely covered by his shirt.
Frantic for release, Lindsey maneuvers himself until the tip of Angel’s cock pressed against his sphincter. The days away from L.A. have renewed his tightness somewhat. But he pushes himself down hard until the fat tip breeches his ass.
“Unnnggghhhhh.” Angel is so big; even after months of sex and proper lubrication, the first thrust still makes Lindsey gasp and shudder. Sitting on Angel’s lap like this in the barely lit gloom, the size of the man is somehow heightened. Lindsey waits just a moment to let himself adjust.
But his lover is impatient. The days away from his mortal darling have left him antsy. And a frustrated vampire is a dangerous vampire. He grabs Lindsey’s thighs and shoves him down in one severe push.
“GAHHHHH!” A howl escapes Lindsey before Angel cuts it off with another ruthless kiss. Then he is rocking against Angel, shoved into the demon’s lap again and again by Angel’s grip on his hips. Strong fingers are hooked into the belt loops of Lindsey’s pants, making it impossible for him to wrench himself from the demon’s grip or set a more sedate pace. His prostate is being relentlessly rubbed; his chest heaves futilely for air; his body trembles on the brink.
“Don’t cum, yet, baby,” Angel commands.
“W-what? For fuck’s sake, Angel!” Lindsey gasps.
“You made me wait. Now you can wait.”
“I-I can’t…can’t hold, ah, back. I’m gonna…oh oh oh shit!”
The vampire peels back Lindsey’s collar and lets his tongue trail teasingly across the mark, the wrinkled flesh. Lindsey’s resultant cry is part distress, part quivering desire. “Angel, d-don’t do that. I’m gonna cum if you…”
“No, you’re not. You don’t have my permission, Lindsey.” A vicious growl reverberates through the car, all the louder for the enclosed space. Angel’s fangs gleam wetly; yellow eyes emerge like sparkling topazes in the darkened car.
“Haaahhhh!”
“You will wait.” He is thrusting in urgent motions, Lindsey’s lithe body slamming again and again into his lap.
“I-I…you have…to let me…”
“You don’t cum until I tell you.”
“Oh shit! Nooo, fucking bastard…!”
“Wrong answer.”
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Angel has switched positions. Now Lindsey is lying face up, his back on the leather seat. Angel’s right; it does feel heavenly against his skin. But its suppleness is negated by the demon forcing him repeatedly into its surface. Short, choking moans are emitted with each fierce plow of his cock.
“Ohgodfuckfuckpleaseyouhaveto…”
The icy tongue laps at the puncture marks, dragging labored gasps and suffocated cries from the trapped mortal. Fire explodes from the scar on his throat to heighten the already fevered heat coiling inside him. But Angel’s command is always there to tamp down his increasingly frenzied need.
Lindsey writhes shamelessly on the leather, hearing Angel’s heavy balls thud against his bare ass. Hoping to spur his lover, he’d kicked off his pants to wrap his legs around that luscious backside.
It makes no difference. Angel wraps his arms around Lindsey’s upper thighs. The altered position allows him to move that much deeper into the captive human. But he doesn’t relent. The vampire has been at this for ages; there is no glow-in-the-dark clock in this rolling antique to let Lindsey know how much time has passed. He only knows the agony of a sustained erection and a too-long deferred orgasm.
“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.” Helpless tears run down his face. Mindless, witless pleading fill the tight space: Lindsey is no longer thinking straight; he’s been reduced to little more a squirming mass of flesh utterly at his lover’s mercy.
Finally, Angel whispers. Lindsey’s eyes clench shut, his spine curves and he cums, his mouth opening into an anguished scream.
“UhhhhhAHHHHHHH!!!!” The release is violent, seemingly going forever. Rumbling coughs and growls thrum in his ear as his spasms rack him, leaving him shattered in the car.
There is no sound for the moment save Lindsey’s ragged gulps, loud as a trapped storm within this body of polished chrome and leather. Lindsey is exhausted; he’d like nothing better than to fall asleep right where he is. His whole body is shaking in the aftermath, his cramped limbs as weak as a baby’s.
Angel is half on, half off him, rumbling purrs causing Lindsey to quiver slightly. “Oh, baby. That was even better than I’d planned.”
Lindsey’s eyelids crack open. “Y-you planned this?” he asks, his hoarse voice rasping.
“You did mention something about doing it in my car once. Remember?”
Lindsey thinks back. “Oh. Right. B-but I was just…”
“Kidding? Joking?” Angel’s eyes narrow. “Lying?”
“Joking!” Lindsey interjects hastily. “I told you once exhibitionism isn’t really my thing!”
“Mmm. Not mine either now. But, like I said, I knew it was safe. Hence, the planning part of it.”
“Damn sneaky, Angel.”
“Damn straight, Lindsey.”
The vampire grins and gives him a deep, lingering kiss. Then he sets to work getting Lindsey cleaned up and rebuckled into his car seat. Lindsey swats away his hands. “I’m not a baby. I can fasten my own seatbelt, thank you.”
“I like pampering you,” Angel protests. But he draws back, watching with amusement as Lindsey tries to get his trembling hands to work.
“As long as it’s not literal pampering,” Lindsey mutters.
Angel lets out a hoot of laughter. “Now that’s not my scene, Lindsey! I’m not making you do that.”
“Good to know you’ll draw the line somewhere.”
Angel lays a cool hand along Lindsey’s cheek, startling the mortal into looking at him. “There won’t be many boundaries we won’t cross. But, if you’re ever really serious about not doing something, Lindsey, just tell me. I won’t force you.”
Is he serious? Can he be trusted? He is a vampire and an element of danger underlies all their interactions together. Lindsey is honest enough to admit to himself that such peril is a very decided thrill for him. Yielding to, submitting to and trusting Angel when he’s trusted few in his adult life brings him emotional and sexual satisfaction that he’s never known elsewhere.
So tonight was exciting for both of them and Lindsey’s bliss is heightened by the thought that he’s pleased his lover. On impulse, he leans forward and captures Angel’s lips in a searing kiss of his own.
“Thanks for that…and tonight.” He leans back. “Now let’s go out to eat. I’m starving.”
Angel’s eyebrows fly up. “You want to eat? We can always head back to W&H…”
“Hell no. I’ve got a new single out and I want to celebrate.”
“Fine. I know this five-star restaurant—”
“Screw the fancy cuisine. Take me out for barbecue!”
Angel laughs again and starts up the car. The convertible pulls away smoothly from the curb.
Unseen, two homeless people watch the car from a recessed doorway. “You see the way that car was rocking? Jake, why can’t you do somethin’ romantic like that for me?”
“Dammit, woman, stop harassin’ me! I shared that steak I dug out of the dumpster with you the other night, didn’ I?”
“Same ole dumpster, same ole route,” she whined. “You never take me anywhere new!”
“Quit your damn complainin’ and pass the bottle.”

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