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Shaving	By : QueenB Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Lindsey > Angel(us)/Lindsey Views: 8088 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angel concentrates as he picks up the canister. Shaking it briefly, he tips the nozzle over the bare expanse in front of him and begins squeezing the frothy substance in little swirls over the soft mound.
“Angel. What are you doing?”
The vampire starts, his hand arrested in its motions. “Lindsey? I didn’t know you were awake.”
Lindsey chuckles, his head turned away from the vampire, cheek lying on the pillow. “You didn’t? Guess I surprised you again.”
“But--your heartbeat didn’t speed up!”
“Why?” the former lawyer states quietly. “I knew it was you.”
Angel stares for a moment. Then he smiles tenderly and runs a hand down Lindsey’s back, enjoying the warm texture under his palm. This simple trust from a man who was once a mortal enemy is deeply stirring. He plants a soft kiss on the nearest shoulderblade and then picks up the canister again.
Giving in to curiosity, Lindsey turns his head to look at the vampire sharing the bed. “Angel. Again--what are you doing?”
A roguish smile flits across the demon’s face. “Round two, Lindsey. Remember?” Lindsey tries to sit up but a large hand pins him to the bed. “Don’t move. You’ll spoil it.”
“Spoil what?” Unable to move, the southerner cranes his head back around and catches sight of the canister the vampire is holding. “Is that--Reddi-Wip?”
“Yes, it is. Now hold still.” Angel makes another swirl on the other rounded buttock in front him. Then he grabs a spoon and digs into a bowl beside his naked thigh.
Lindsey arches his neck even farther, trying to see what Angel’s got in the bed with them. But the demon’s hand on his back is like a stone pillar; he can’t move it and the attempts to increase his field of vision are giving him a stiff neck.
Angling his head slightly, he notices that a large towel has been spread under his body. Angel must have done that when he was asleep. Their latest lovemaking session had been so thorough and long lasting; Lindsey had collapsed from it in complete exhaustion. The room could have been set on fire and he wouldn’t have woken up.
But his body feels well rested now; he must have slept for a while. What time is it? Since he’s come to work with Angel, Lindsey keeps all sorts of odd hours. He’s learned to get ready at a moment’s notice; the unusual nature of the work that they do requires constant readiness.
There are times when Angel refuses to bother him with W&H cases, though. He points out that Lindsey is still human in spite of his demon strength. So he needs at least six hours of sleep if he’s going to be of any use to the team. Still, the work of Wolfram & Hart means that Lindsey’s sense of time has gotten seriously screwed up.
The windows give no clue, of course. In spite of the necro-tempered windows that shield the entire building, Angel is paranoid about keeping himself completely protected from the sun. The windows are thus covered from top to bottom with thick, black curtains that effectively keep out the sunlight the vampire finds so dangerous. Lindsey has no idea what time it really is.
“Relax, Lindsey. It’s still nighttime, although dawn is a few hours away. You didn’t get that much sleep.”
Lindsey shivers. It’s uncanny the way the demon can pick up on his random thoughts. Angel chuckles and whispers, “I saw you trying to look at the alarm clock. It’s around 5 in the morning.”
“Oh. So--we’ve got time then.”
“Work doesn’t start until 10 a.m. So, yeah, we’ve got time.”
Lindsey relaxes back into the bed. He finds he loves this side of Angel. The demon is insatiable in bed but it’s the unexpected touches he brings to their activities that really move him. Never has Lindsey had such a lover: knowing, inventive, playful, thorough, rough, vicious and tender by turns and darkly dangerous. Angel could easily kill him with one twist of his hand and yet he uses his beautiful body to rouse the mortal with him again and again. He holds nothing back and Lindsey gladly allows whatever Angel wants.
There are light touches over his ass now and he jumps slightly. “Okay, Angel. What is that? Can’t I see?”
“If you turn your head to look, you’ll spoil it.” There is a loud slurping sound and something liquid spurts on to Lindsey’s sensitive flesh.”
“Fuck!” It was cold, whatever it was. In spite of Angel’s injunction against moving, Lindsey has to look and see what’s being done to him.
There are two mounds of whipped topping, one on each buttock. They are covered with multicolored sprinkles. A maraschino cherry tops each rounded pile of fluff. But it is the bottle of chocolate syrup in Angel’s hand that catches Lindsey’s attention. With a concentrated look, Angel squeezes a thin stream out to pour over his naked back. The hand moves in a deliberate pattern and Lindsey asks, “What is that supposed to be?”
Angel smirks. “What? It says, ‘Thank you, sir. Can I have another?’”
Lindsey snorts and then laughs out loud. Angel presses on the skin between his shoulders, pinching his neck in a mild reproof. “Damn. You keep moving like that, I’m gonna have to start over.”
The drizzle over his back stops. Angel moves again and Lindsey’s eyes widen as he sees Angel slowly peel the skin off a banana. “Shit. Is that going where I think--?”
“Relax, Lindsey. And I do mean--RELAX. This banana is as firm and fresh as I could get it. But if you tense it, it’ll break off in there. And I don’t think you want to wind up in an emergency room trying to explain this.”
The breath stutters in Lindsey’s throat. The pudding earlier had been an undeniable thrill. But the banana is different. It will be more like a dildo, like the one he has at home. He had used that to pleasure himself while thinking of Angel.
The thought of being taken like that, the fantasy of it being Angel fucking him, brings back that memory in vivid relief and causes an immediate reaction. His limp cock begins to fill, the blood flowing into it. Unconsciously, he begins humping at the bed to get relief.
Angel clucks in mock disapproval. “What did I say about keeping still, Lindsey?” He leans forward, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Now spread your legs carefully. I’m putting this into you now.”
Lindsey complies, trying not to jiggle the whipped mounds on his ass as he does so. There is a prodding at his asshole and his breath catches. Then he takes deep breaths as he tries to steady himself. He concentrates on opening his hole as wide as he can.
He closes his eyes and gives a deep sigh as what feels like two fingers slides into him. There is a coolness on those fingers, a slickness that has nothing to do with the vampire exploring him. Is that more of the whipped topping or some of the chocolate syrup? His hips arch and his eyes fly open again as they find and stroke his prostate in purposeful motions.
“Oh…gur…shit. Fuck, Angel,” he croaks in a broken voice. In spite of Angel’s command not to move, his hips begin undulating against the bed again. His cock is so engorged it almost hurts and one hand moves under his body to touch it and relieve the ache.
“No, Lindsey. How many times do I have to tell you? You don’t touch that until I let you.”
“Dammit, Angel. I’m about to burst here. And I’m tired of you telling me what I can and can’t do with my own dick. My body, my choice!” Lindsey growls.
The fingers in his ass stop moving and withdraw. “I guess you’d rather finish yourself off without me. I’ll just get out of your way then.” The mattress shifts a little and Lindsey’s eyes widen in dismay as he realizes Angel is getting out of the bed.
“No, wait! That’s not what I meant!” Shit, he’s on the point of begging Angel to finish what he started and Lindsey hates that. He wonders when he’s been reduced to being the demon’s little fucktoy. He’s just about to change his mind and tell Angel to go fuck himself when the vampire returns to the bed. He moves with the lithe grace of a panther as he kisses the mortal.
Lindsey’s lips fall open, as much out of surprise as anything else. He can’t move; there’s still the foodstuff spread on his back and his ass to consider. But Angel’s expertise more than make up for the lack of movement.
The tepid tongue parts the human’s lips and probes delicately over the upper palate. He sweeps over the bumps on Lindsey’s tongue, savoring the faint hint of chocolate left over from earlier in the evening. Angel loves to taste Lindsey. The usual flavor of the man is saltiness, spicy with a kind of smoky taste like hams and barbecue and the southerner opens to him fully, moaning into Angel’s mouth. The sound is an erotic thrill for the vampire and he growls softly in response.
The eager warmth and expert probing from Lindsey’s tongue remind him this is a grown man in bed with him, one tried, tested and gifted in the way of sex but always willing and horny as an innocent teenager. Knowing that he’s forgotten things Lindsey’s never tried brings an added spice to their encounters.
He knows Darla has told Lindsey a few things about their times together. But foreknowledge isn’t the same as experience. He’s going to love teaching Lindsey the things he knows.
Briefly he remembers how he’d wanted to explore such matters with Buffy. He can still recall the eagerness of her first time with him, the freshness of her body and the joy of taking her virginity. She’d been shy and nervous at first about her own inexperience. But her passionate nature had soon asserted itself and she’d been eager to take everything he had to give. It had been the most intense moment of his unlife and nothing else had matched it.
He forces the thoughts out of his head. Buffy has moved on and now he has Lindsey.
Sensing Lindsey’s wish to get back to what he was doing, he pulls back reluctantly even as Lindsey strains to kiss him again. That banana won’t keep forever.
Angel feels that the man is sufficiently prepared. He takes the peeled yellow-white length and slowly pushes it between the puckered lips couched between Lindsey’s ass.
There is a choked breath from the mortal but there are no protests against the invasion. Instead his legs spread farther apart, the whipped white mounds on his butt jiggling slightly. They are beginning to melt with the heat of Lindsey’s body and Angel knows he has to hurry. He leans down and begins licking up the fluffy clouds.
Usually, Angel isn’t much for eating. He doesn’t eat human food in front of the others and he still drinks his blood away from humans. Cordelia had done much to get him to open up but he’d secretly resented her constant aggressive pushes to get him to socialize, to talk, to share his damned feelings.
But indulging in a taste for foodstuffs isn’t so bad when it’s like this--especially when it’s shared with Lindsey. He smirks and continues eating the whipped topping, crunching on the sprinkles.
Lindsey’s breath chokes in his throat. Angel’s hand is unhurriedly thrusting the banana in and out of his ass, the flesh managing to hit him in that magical spot every time. The motions, combined with the silkiness of Angel’s tongue are rapidly pushing him to the brink.
His ass clenches a bit, then he forces himself to stop. He recalls Angel’s warning; Lindsey doesn’t want to break off that thing inside him. But every impulse urges him to clamp down and force the false cock deeper inside him. “Angel…stop. I don’t think I can…” Another push and his throat closes off.
The banana is pulled out and he bites off a sigh of relief. He is still hard; he needs relief. But at least he isn’t going to suffer the indignity of having strangers remove a banana from his ass.
He hears a munching sound. “Mmmmm. This is goooood, Lindsey. It tastes like you…and pudding. Guess you’ve still got a little left in there.”
Lindsey flushes, the heat sweeping over his back. There must still be traces of their earlier romp with the chocolate pudding. He tries to think of a smartass remark but all thoughts vanish as Angel’s tongue resumes its task over his ass.
Now the cool tongue is moving higher and he realizes Angel is lapping up the chocolate syrup running in itchy trails over his back. The vampire pauses to run something yielding over his body and Lindsey cranes his neck to see a hunk of banana being swirled in a rivulet of chocolate. Angel catches his eye and winks before the banana disappears into his mouth.
“God, I love chocolate,” the vampire whispers. Lindsey feels another sweep of the tongue. “It’s one of my favorite flavors. Especially when it’s on you.”
Lindsey swallows. There was more in that statement than mere eroticism and something tender blooms inside him to know he can give the immortal such simple pleasure.
The last of the syrup has apparently been taken care of because Angel’s chest moves back from his body. Before Lindsey can mourn the loss of all that cool flesh pressing on him, the demon catches him around the waist and pulls him partially on his side.
“Angel, wha--?” There is no answer. But a strong arm pulls up the leg not lying on the bed and forces it back over a taut, powerful thigh. Angel grips Lindsey’s thigh in his hand and spreads him even wider apart.
Lindsey’s pose is so vulnerable and open; he is helpless to do anything in this position but yield to Angel’s purpose. The other hand winds around his chest and begins stroking in determined circles, ruthlessly pinching the nipples and streaking down the chest with sharp nails.
His back to the vampire, Lindsey arches forward as the demon makes the first thrust into his ass. He’s still a little dry but now he can flex himself open to take Angel’s length. It helps when Angel wraps his fingers around Lindsey’s weeping cock and begins stroking.
The vampire’s fingers squeeze all along the length, paying special attention to the sensitive parts underneath the head. Angel begins jacking him off in a studied rhythm in deliberate opposition to the thrusts in his ass. His fingers dance up and down the length to rub at the soft leaky head. He knows his success when the asshole clenches and flutters tightly around his shaft.
When Angel’s fingers cup and roll the balls in the wrinkled sac, Lindsey is tempted to place his free hand on his dick, just to have the sensation of warmth and cold in the same place at once. But he remembers Angel’s warning and refrains even if it is almost more than he can bear.
Angel buries his face in Lindsey’s hair and drinks in every part of the man writhing in the bed with him: the taste of Lindsey’s sweat, the scent of his body and hair, the juddering of his heart, the rushing of the blood in his veins, the taut buttocks quivering in yet another vise around his meat, the tension that ripples through his body every time Angel squeezes a nipple.
“Lindsey, keep squeezing me like that. Such a sweet fuck, with or without chocolate. You liked the handcuffs, didn’t you? You fought me at first but I knew you weren’t really afraid. Then you came so hard, I thought you were going to rip my cock off.”
He licks along Lindsey’s ear and nibbles on the lobe. The body in his arms shakes a little and Angel’s smile turns evil. “Next time we do something with nipple clamps, hmmm? Think that’ll feel good, Lindsey?” He tweaks one nipple sharply as if in demonstration.
Lindsey whimpers, as much from the images Angel’s words provoke as from the cock reaming out his ass. As always, Angel’s voice has the power to rouse him like no other stimulant. It’s the most powerful aphrodisiac he knows and his body quivers harder at the sound of it.
“I can see it now. Butterfly clamps with three chains linking them. They’ll sway when you breathe, jingle when you moan.” His fingers move from one rigid nipple to the other, pinching harder, listening to the harsh cries and strangled moans that greet this action. He scratches at them lightly with his nails and the passage ripples around his cock.
“They’ll hurt a little. But when they’re taken off, the blood rushing to your nips will feel so hot, you’ll think they’re going to explode off your chest. Whaddaya say, Lindsey? Want to give it a try?” Angel drives himself harder and faster in Lindsey’s ass as if the thought of seeing Lindsey in chains is exciting him, too.
“Y-yes.” Lindsey thinks he could explode now. His whole body is on fire with the heat brought on by Angel’s words. Feverishly his mind turns on demons and spirits he’s read about in Wolfram & Hart’s files, creatures that could ensorcel humans and put them in their thrall with a few well-placed words or songs. Surely Angel must be one of these beings for he can feel the excitement increasing in his body just from hearing that whisky voice poured into his ear.
He turns his head, feverish for more of Angel, and the demon’s lips claim his. The tepid tongue snakes forward to taste Lindsey, to lick greedily at his mouth and Lindsey’s tongue meets to wrestle with it. It is a small fight for dominance, perhaps Lindsey’s way of punishing Angel for refusing to let him touch himself.
Lindsey’s uninhibited moans and movements are pushing at Angel’s self-control. “Lindsey,” he growls. “That’s it, squeeze me…like that. You’re so hot and tight, so silky--just like chocolate, hmmm?”
Lindsey winds one arm around the demon’s back to draw the vampire closer. He grabs at Angel’s buttocks, sinking his fingers into the flesh. Aided by his grip, Angel’s strokes get deeper and more forceful. Lindsey’s body rocks in the sheets, the stained towel underneath him miraculously managing not to get dislodged.
“Ah, ah, ugh, oooh shit,” Lindsey whispers. The cock is jabbing him in just…the…right…place. He arches again at a particularly forceful thrust and a whimper is startled out of him.
Every now and then the vampire lifts up his fingers, slick with the precum, and brings them to his mouth. Lindsey’s eyes follow and he gulps harshly as he sees Angel suck on them, a rapt expression on his face. “Oh God,” the small mortal whispers.
“Nope. Just an angel.” The mischievous answer is followed by even faster thrusts as Angel increases his pace. The southerner is being tossed from one crest of pleasure to another, his heart slamming in his chest as he tries to catch his breath.
The vampire’s head lowers to lick at the scar on his neck. Lindsey’s reaction is so predictable; he doesn’t need to see the singer’s cock to know how hard the mortal must be now. Lindsey bites his lip as he cranes his neck, mutely begging Angel to sink his fangs in and drink. But he’s already bitten the mortal once tonight; the mortal won’t live through another feeding.
Still, he doesn’t have to open a vein, does he?
The thought no sooner comes to Angel than he puts it into action. He pulls up the leg on his thigh until it’s bent nearly double. Lindsey is surprised by this change in position but he’s too far along to question Angel about it.
When the leg is stretched out again, the ex-lawyer finds himself on his back, the vampire nestled between his thighs. As Angel moves his lips down over the neck to one aching nipple, he licks at the rough tip. The heartbeat banging under his tongue rouses him and he growls, the sound vibrating against Lindsey’s skin.
Ridges cover his brow and the fangs sprout before the southerner understands what’s happening. The vampire locks his mouth around the aureole and bites into the skin just above the nipple.
“SHHHITTTT!!” The pain blooms among the pleasure, the keen edge of one complementing the other until Lindsey can’t tell where the agony ends and the ecstasy begins. He curls up against Angel’s body, nearly bent double as the demon’s movements turn brutal, the blood spurring him on until he’s fucking Lindsey into the mattress.
“Yes, yes, please, don’t stop. Again! HARDER! Oh fuck!” Lindsey moans, raking the demon’s back with his nails until the growls turn to hisses. He’s not doing Angel any real damage; any vampire can take more than a few scratches. But the scent of his own blood along with the taste of Lindsey’s drives Angel wild.
The rumbles pulsating from Angel’s mouth accentuate the slurps and pulls around his nipple. The tongue is lashing at it, twisting it around while the demon suckles at his tit. The pain increases when Angel sucks hard enough to bruise. But the sting is exquisite, filled with the bliss the vampire’s bite always brings with it. Lindsey grips Angel’s head fiercely as he forces the mouth to lock tighter over his skin.
The constant thrusts are once again right over the spot that sends Lindsey spiraling out of his mind. His eyelids flutter and clench shut as the first waves of a mind-blowing orgasm gather force and tear through his body. The barely dulled ache from his stomach returns as the muscles clench and snap his hips up against the broader thighs slamming into him.
Cum flies out of Lindsey’s cock, hitting Angel in his chin. The sticky trail oozes down his sides until they puddle on the rumpled towel. In spite of Angel’s care, the towel has gotten so twisted with their motions, some of the semen lands on the sheets.
“ANNNGEEELL!” The thought is in his mind, surely. He doesn’t think he has enough breath left to scream. Dimly, he becomes aware that the vampire is still fucking him. He had paused briefly when Lindsey came but now that the first spasm is over, the immortal resumes. The fucking is slower now, deliberately stoking Lindsey’s lust.
He is erect again almost at once. There’s no way he should be able to respond again so quickly. But the vampire always whips the passion in Lindsey’s body until he could die from fatigue. The mortal moans as he wonders if Angel sometimes forgets that he’s merely human.
He looks up to see Angel’s eyes fixed on him. They are merely human once more, the deep charcoal of them staring intently at the mortal beneath him. “More, Lindsey?”
The word is soft and his movements slow imperceptibly as if giving the mortal in bed with him a chance to refuse. But Lindsey is once more helplessly caught in the grip of his own burgeoning lusts. In spite of his own tiredness, he gasps, “Yes. Don’t stop. Please.”
Angel smiles, the tender expression at odds with the cock plumbing Lindsey’s depths. He rolls over on his back, his strong hands holding Lindsey by the hips. Suddenly the southerner finds himself on top of Angel, straddling his hips, as the demon begins raising his body.
When he drops Lindsey, the smaller man arches in shock, his head falling back. “OH SHIT!” he screams as the rigid cock impales him. The impact is hard and completely different from mere thrusts, gravity and Angel’s size combining to hit him directly on the magic place in his body.
The demon grins, a hint of fang appearing and disappearing so fast the other man wonders if he imagines them. Angel has tricked him, leading him to believe this second--or is it third?--part of their lovemaking will be tender, allowing him to rest and recover his balance.
But the lifting and dropping continue, causing Lindsey to writhe and sob with the powerful lightning spasms ripping through his shaking frame with each merciless jab of his prostate. Angel isn’t even thrusting now; he doesn’t need to with his cunning manipulation of Lindsey’s body.
“Lindsey. Look.” His eyes snap open--when had he closed them? He looks down to see Angel grinning up at him. The demon lowers his gaze and Lindsey looks down to see what Angel wishes him to see.
When Angel raises him, he can see the huge cock throbbing and rippling, its meat a solid connection between their bodies. His mouth drops open in disbelief; god, Angel is even bigger in the throes of lovemaking than Lindsey had realized. He doesn’t know how something like that can even fit inside him.
But the demon drops him again, the shaft disappearing from view as it lances him to the core again, pulling another violent cry from his throat. The bout continues, Angel refusing to release him or ease the speed of his thrusts. Tears spring to the mortal’s eyes at the unrelenting rhythm.
Finally the smaller man decides he’s had enough. Gripping Angel’s wrists, he stops yet another ascent. He squeezes until the demon hisses and relaxes his grip. It is Lindsey’s turn to grin as he manages to wrest control from the unbreathing creature sharing his bed. Now he begins raising and lowering himself according to his own pace.
His hands placed on the wide unmoving chest beneath him, he is moving on the shaft spearing him with a tantalizing slowness. The loud slurps as the cock reams his ass adds to the symphonies of his gasps, muttered curses and the subterranean growls from his lover.
Shuttered blue eyes gaze down at the vampire as Lindsey whispers to him. Angel isn’t the only one who can talk during sex. “Shit, so good, Angel. You’re so hard inside. You make me feel…”
Lindsey’s voice shuts off, as much from a momentary confusion as from breathlessness. There are too many emotions connected with what lies between them to be summed up in a few words and he gnaws his lower lip, giving himself back over to the sudden pleasure breaking within him.
Evidently Angel isn’t so willing to allow him to retreat. The vampire growls through his fangs. “Touch yourself, Lindsey. Come on. I want to see it.”
A flush flies over the man’s skin. Now that he’s been given permission, Lindsey is embarrassed. Angel can see everything from his vantage point and jacking off in front of him--well, that’s something that Lindsey has never done.
“You shy, Lindsey? After all this? After everything else? Come on, baby. Let me see it,” Angel croons.
Blushing furiously, Lindsey hesitantly touches his waving cock. The pressure of his own hand causes him to suck in a breath. He begins squeezing tentatively, his fingers caressing in the familiar rhythm he knows from a thousand lonely nights.
He pumps faster, the cock jumping in his grip. His eyes start to shut when Angel snaps at him. “Look at me, Lindsey. NOW.” The stern voice commands him in spite of himself and his eyes lock helplessly on Angel’s. The black gaze draws him in, seeming to probe him to the furthest reaches of his soul.
He has seen vulnerability in Angel, too. But somehow letting Angel watch him while he touches himself, watching Angel while he looks, is too much for him to bear. He wants to look away but he knows the demon won’t let him.
But masturbation has the usual effect of concentrating all of his attention on his own body. The well-known sensations of tightness coils low in his belly and he grits his teeth as the motions of his hand get faster. The cock in his ass is also impossible to ignore, adding to the explosion that he knows is imminent. It won’t be too long now…
Finally, the crisis is upon him and his head falls back, a low animal moan tearing out of his throat. His ass clenches down on Angel’s prick in a fiercer hold than either of them can remember. Angel’s growl rises to a roar as his hips arch up, his cock lancing into Lindsey one last time.
“FUUUCCCKLLLINNNNDSSS--” The words are cut off in a kind of snarl as Angel begins cumming deep inside him. Lindsey believes he can actually hear the sound of the cum as the cold dick leaps and spurts into his body.
Cum spurts from Lindsey, splattering on the wide chest and on Angel’s neck. The orgasm is prolonged beyond his expectation, his hips snapping with such ferocity, Lindsey thinks his spine will break.
Lindsey gives a final shudder and falls limply on to Angel’s body. Hoarse dragging breaths fall over the burly shoulder under his cheek. He throbs all over--even his hair seems to hurt. But it is the most delicious ache and Lindsey would gladly repeat it again right now if he were able.
His throat is burning from the unending cries and screams from tonight’s activities. It feels as if every muscle in his body has been torn or pulled asunder. If a monster came into their room now, intent on killing, he would surely die because he doesn’t think he can move.
Fortunately he is with a demon protector who is more than capable of taking care of him. After running his hand down Lindsey’s back in slow circles, Angel shifts him off and pulls the towel out from under their bodies. He begins wiping himself off in careful, methodical sweeps.
The sight stirs Lindsey but he’s too tired to summon any real lust. He remains unmoving as Angel performs the same courtesy for him, cleaning off any remaining traces of food and sweat from his worn-out body.
He wants to talk to Angel, to tell him just how fantastic this was, and that it’s more than just sex for Lindsey. He loves the vampire even if he’s only said so in the throes of passion. But Angel has never said it to him, not once, or acknowledged Lindsey’s own confessions and he’s terrified of driving the souled vampire away.
It’s not that Angel would throw him out on the street. The vampire is far too noble for that. But Angel might withdraw emotionally just as he did before. What was it he had told Lindsey once? How he feared getting Lindsey caught up in the problems of an immortal when the southerner had his own life to live?
Lindsey recalls the bleak and empty years and months spent longing for this creature tenderly caring for him now. He couldn’t bear to have Angel put him aside simply because the vampire feared that Lindsey might care too much for him. Lindsey remembers the bed partners he’s kicked to the curb in the past because they got too clingy, too needy for him after only a few weeks spent in bed. He understands too well what they must have felt when he turned cold eyes on them and told them to fuck off and, for a moment, he feels a deep regret for all those miserable people he treated so callously.
He becomes aware that the vampire has stopped moving and draws himself out of his reminiscence to see Angel staring at him. “Lindsey? What is it? You looked like you were a thousand miles away.”
Well, is he going to show courage or not? He has survived years of working at Wolfram & Hart when other rivals had been pulled under. Surely it can’t be too hard to speak to the man he loves. He clears his throat and opens his mouth to speak. “Angel, I--”
Angel doesn’t move and his hand holding the towel rests lightly on one thigh. But something in those fathomless eyes slams shut and Lindsey can’t bring himself to continue. His gaze drops away and he mumbles, “I’m just tired. You really wore me out, you know. I think I’d like to sleep again now.”
Angel is very aware of Lindsey’s moods and the mortal is sure the demon must sense the blatant lie he’s just told. But the vampire doesn’t challenge his comments. He finishes the cleanup and mops up as much of the wet spot as he can. Then he settles in beside Lindsey. He winds one arm loosely around the human’s waist and immediately sinks into the undead’s lifeless torpor. It is the first time he falls asleep before Lindsey.
Lindsey stays awake beside him for a while longer. In spite of having Angel, the old melancholy rises up as he wonders just how long they can last. Then he ruthlessly thrusts the sadness from him. Angel is here and he cares for Lindsey. Let that be enough.
He shuts his eyes and lets the languor sink into oblivion.

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