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blondebitz, who shares my love of cowboys ;-)
She wanted NC-17, human AU Splindsey, where Spike happens to turn up at a bar where Lindsey is on stage with his guitar and then end up getting down and dirty!
Well, here we go, my darling. Love you!
A/N: There are lyrics from Different Kind of Knight and Let's Take A Drive within this fic (heh...big apologies to Kane...*whistles*). If you haven't heard these songs, particularly DKoK, then OMG, what the hell are you doing?!?! Go over here immediately and check it out!: http://www.myspace.com/kanecountry. Just make sure you come back and read the fic ;-)
Oh, and this absolutely fantabulous and amazing banner was made for me by my honeypurpledodah! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is for my wonderful, fabulous darling
blondebitz, who shares my love of cowboys ;-)She wanted NC-17, human AU Splindsey, where Spike happens to turn up at a bar where Lindsey is on stage with his guitar and then end up getting down and dirty!
Well, here we go, my darling. Love you!
A/N: There are lyrics from Different Kind of Knight and Let's Take A Drive within this fic (heh...big apologies to Kane...*whistles*). If you haven't heard these songs, particularly DKoK, then OMG, what the hell are you doing?!?! Go over here immediately and check it out!: http://www.myspace.com/kanecountry. Just make sure you come back and read the fic ;-)
Oh, and this absolutely fantabulous and amazing banner was made for me by my honey
purpledodah! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!How to Ride
Spike gave up trying to count how many cowboy hats there were in the room and snorted into his Jack Daniels.
He felt relatively out of place everywhere in the States, although he enjoyed travelling around; he liked seeing what the world had to offer. However, it was much worse down South.
He looked around at the rustic wood and rawhide, surprised that there was no sawdust on the floor, and breathed in deep the smell of stock, grain and leather underlying the smoke and alcohol. Denim and check everywhere; big belt buckles, worn boots and the pervasive sense of burly masculinity.
Wasn’t really his scene. Still, on the plus side, it was usually easy to get into a decent brawl.
The music wasn’t especially to his tastes either; it tended to be either too poufy or too rousing, in a peppy, toe-tapping way rather than his preferred tear-shit-up way. The band currently doing a set in this joint weren’t half bad though; there was a healthy dose of rock and blues in with the country. He turned to watch them.
His interest picked up even further when he clocked the lead singer. The guy was wearing tight jeans and a cut-off shirt that showed off his tanned, well-muscled arms. Of course, he had the compulsory belt, boots and hat, but he was making the ensemble work. He had longish hair, and was as sexy as hell with a couple of days of stubble, sensual lips and wide eyes that Spike could see from the bar were a beautiful blue-grey shade.
He sidled to the other end of the battered, wooden bar, close to the stage, where the band had just finished a number.
“Thanks,” he grinned as everyone clapped. “The band are goin’ on a break now. I’ll do y’all one more that I wrote by myself. I ain’t so good at working this thing alone,” he joked, taking his guitar from its stand, “So, be nice, okay?”
The crowd laughed and whooped, making a lot of noise for the rest of the band as they waved and left the stage.
Spike watched avidly as the man took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair as he swung his guitar strap over his shoulder, strumming a few chords before pausing and adjusting the microphone.
His jaw dropped open as the guy started up a haunting guitar melody that was a complete change of pace from everything that had gone before. His voice – smooth, raw, sweet and rough, all at once – captivated the entire room, causing everyone to fall silent.
Spike watched his eyes close as he lost himself in the song, his fingers skilfully manipulating the strings of his knocked-around guitar. His voice increased slightly in force and volume as he ended the first verse and launched into the chorus.
“…All them boys on those white horses don’t know how to ride…
But I got a Paint outside with enough giddy-up to be free,
I got a faint smell of cheap perfume and a hint of gasoline.
See, I’m a different kind of knight;
You’re gonna find your fairytales are lies.
I don’t have a white horse, but you can come along for the ride…”
Spike had to have him. He looked him over more closely…earrings, a couple of bracelets on his wrists and a big cross resting on his chest at the end of a thick silver chain. Hoping that he wasn’t one of those bible-belt nutjobs, Spike considered the possibility that he was queer.
When he opened his eyes and swept them around the assembled crowd, Spike tipped his glass back and took a long swallow of his drink, letting his throat work as he shot his lustful, penetrating gaze at the singer.
“…I laid my merry hand down some years ago,
And I traded my coat of arms for a guitar and some broken yellow lines…”
During the chorus, the guy let his eyes linger on Spike, and the blond wasn’t sure at first whether it meant anything; he tended to stand out around these parts, and not always for the reasons he liked. But then the brunet tipped him an almost imperceptible wink before his eyes shifted away and he kicked into the last verse.
Oh yeah…He was in. Smiling to himself, he leaned his elbow back on the bar and just enjoyed the music and the incredible prettiness that was this cowboy and his guitar.
“…She said ‘promise me you’ll take it slow and swear no talk of tomorrow
And when you feel me tighten around you, well you can let the hammer down’…”
Spike blinked at the lyrics and then smiled to himself. He swivelled around and signalled the bartender, ordering two glasses of Jack before turning back to the stage.
As the singer finished the final chorus and plucked the last twanging notes of the melody, there was a brief silence, followed by raucous applause. He smiled and thanked everyone, flicking his slightly sweat-dampened hair from his eyes.
“We’ll be back in a while for the final set,” he promised as he propped his guitar back on the stand.
As expected, once he had jumped down from the stage, he headed for the bar. Spike caught his eye and held one glass towards him in offering.
“Thanks,” he smiled, raising an eyebrow slightly. The blond noticed that he slid his eyes appraisingly over his body before meeting his gaze again; there was definitely a promising lascivious look about him. He raised his glass and they knocked them together.
“You’re pretty good, cowboy. That song was quite something,” said Spike.
“You liked it?”
“Yeah. Was kinda dirty…”
The brunet laughed, taking another sip of the whisky. “Picked up on that, huh?”
“Picked up on a lot of things,” he replied, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.
The other man narrowed his eyes slightly, considering him, although he looked amused. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
Spike shrugged, leaning on the bar again and tilting his head to the side. “You spend an awful lotta time singing about girls, but I get the impression that’s not exactly where your interests lie.”
He lowered his gaze for a moment and huffed out a small laugh, before turning his big eyes back on Spike; the full force of his attractiveness was like an electrical charge to the blond’s lust and he uncharacteristically hoped that he hadn’t blown it by being too blunt.
“Well,” replied the guy eventually, “In case you hadn’t noticed, this is kinda a redneck bar. Whether or not they’d tolerate my…preferences, they sure wouldn’t appreciate me singin’ about ‘em. ‘Sides, rest of the band is straight.”
“Fair enough,” he replied. “Wot’s your name, cowboy?”
“Lindsey,” he introduced himself, holding out his hand.
“Lindsey? That’s a girl’s name,” he asserted as he shook it, smirking. He held on a couple of beats longer than necessary.
“If you’re tryin’ to make a pass, that ain’t a real good way to start,” he frowned.
“For your information, I started ‘making a pass’ by catching your attention when you were on stage. As I recall, your response was to eyefuck me,” he said matter-of-factly, his eyes twinkling wickedly.
“That a fact?” mused Lindsey, proceeding to repeat the eyefuck manoeuvre. “What’s your name, stranger?”
“Spike.”
“And you were pokin’ fun at my name…?”
“Fuck off,” he grinned.
Lindsey returned the gesture and they both felt the heat slide up a couple of notches. There was only so long that they could stand there checking each other out.
“So,” asked Spike as he nodded towards the parking lot, “You really got a horse out there?”
He laughed. “No.” After a couple of beats, he let a penetrating, promise-filled gaze bore into Spike. “I got a flatbed truck, though…”
“That’s not quite so romantic.”
“No,” he agreed. “ But I find it a bit more practical.”
“For the instruments?”
“Among other things…”
Spike chuckled and nodded. Hey, a truck worked for him. Anything worked for him if it meant getting his hands on that sexy fucking arse, which he couldn’t help leering at when Lindsey turned at the sound of one of his band members calling his name. It was a balmy night and after all, in a joint like this they probably couldn’t take the risk of finding a darkened corner, corridor or stockroom, let alone getting it on in the bathroom; that kind of behaviour might find them on the receiving end of fists…or a broken bottle.
“Truck’s out back,” said Lindsey quietly, waving at his friend to indicate that he’d join him in a moment. “I’ll be goin’ out there in a couple o’ minutes; I suddenly get the feeling I left somethin’ in the glove compartment…”
“I was just about to take a walk in the fresh night air; wot a coincidence.”
“Amazing,” he agreed, eyes full of amusement and heat. He tipped him a wink and strolled back over to where his band were drinking at the far side of the stage. From the way they looked at him and one guy smacked him playfully on the shoulder, Spike figured they were well aware of what had just happened. He also got the impression that it wasn’t the first time.
Well, that wasn’t a problem for him. He wasn’t exactly a shy virgin himself and if you were gonna have a cheap fuck out behind a bar, you might as well pick someone who knew what they were doing.
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He was leaning against the hood of Lindsey’s fuck-ugly pickup, smoking a cigarette, when he saw the other man stroll out of the back entrance and head towards him.
“See you found my gal.”
“Yeah…Now I know why you parked it out back.”
“Do you mind? She’s sensitive,” he grinned, patting the hood affectionately before immediately resting both hands on it…one of either side of Spike. As the blond stood up a little straighter, pitching his fag onto the gravel, Lindsey pressed his hard body against him, crowding him against the truck.
“In a hurry there, cowboy?”
“Next set starts in twenty,” he explained unapologetically, leaning in to kiss him.
Whisky and smoke gave the air between them an acrid tang, and they both breathed deep before their mouths met hard. Lindsey’s lips were soft and sensual, but his stubble grazed Spike and he brought a raw passion to the kiss that the blond was more than willing to meet and mirror.
Their tongues delved insistently inside one another’s mouths and the hot, wet sensation sent more lust pooling heavily in their lower abdomens. Spike roamed his hands up and down Lindsey’s strong arms before diving underneath his shirt to map out his back and chest, running his thumbs over nard nipples.
Lindsey pushed into the touch, letting his weight fall against Spike as he removed his hands from the hood and pulled the blond’s black tee free from his Levis. Encountering silky skin, he slid one hand, calloused from outdoor work and guitar strings, up over his bare back and the other down over his bare ass. Given how tight the denim was, Spike was fairly impressed by the smoothness with which it was achieved. He gave a gasp that was part pleasure and part outrage as one of his cheeks was grabbed hard and the grip used to haul their groins closer together.
“Man, you got a great ass,” he breathed against his lips, managing to sound sleazy and complimentary at the same time. He squeezed it again as he trailed his other hand down Spike’s back, out from under his tee-shirt and over his clothed crotch, rubbing the heel of his hand over his confined erection.
Spike was almost always leading the show when he did this, and he couldn’t quite understand why he was just letting the cowboy grope him in that almost obscenely familiar way. He blamed his shock at how forceful and speedy the guy was, with his furnace of a mouth and busy hands. Spike kinda felt like an object and, although it pissed him off, he found to his surprise that it really turned him on.
Be that as it may, he wasn’t going to stand passively by and get mauled without doing a little pawing of his own.
He wriggled his own hand in between their bodies, grabbing the column of Lindsey’s cock and jacking it through his jeans and he slipped the other inside to slide his fingers down the crack of his ass.
“Pretty hot yourself,” asserted Spike in between harsh kisses. “Gonna enjoy fucking that arse…”
He was somewhat disconcerted when Lindsey laughed and he wondered why the other man had removed his hand from the back of his jeans. He found out two seconds later when Lindsey grabbed his hips and then thrust up against him hard enough to slam him painfully back up against the pickup. Spike grunted, although he was sure that was as much to do with the sudden delicious pressure at his groin than anything else.
“I’m the one does the ridin’, remember?” he replied firmly, continuing to rub their erections together. “And tonight I need to be holding the reins.”
Spike, refusing to put up with that or with being in the weaker situation, abruptly gripped hold of Lindsey and altered their position. He smacked the brunet up against the driver’s door and pinned him there with his body, still grinding their hips together.
“Hey! You’ll dent her!”
Ignoring his (rather overdue, in Spike’s humble opinion) concern for his truck, the blond kept up the assault on his mouth and body. He’d been in a relationship until quite recently, and his ex-boyfriend’s continual need for dominance, particularly psychological, had left him with more anger and unease than he wanted. “I’m not gonna put up with you playing power games with me,” he hissed.
Lindsey suddenly stopped, and determinedly pushed Spike a couple of inches away. Perhaps he’d heard something in his voice, or perhaps he understood where the blond was coming from, because he said, “It ain’t about power, Spike, and I ain’t tryin’ to take anything away from you. It’s about pure physiological male need to pound my dick into someone. I always get jacked up like this when I’m performing and I will stop if you really want me to, but I ain’t apologising for it. I wanna fuck you and I think you want me to, ‘cause you know I’ll make it damned good. But it’s your choice.”
As Spike nodded thoughtfully, seemingly accepting what he’d said and relaxing, he grinned and pulled another position-switch on them, risking further dents in his baby by thrusting the blond up against the driver door.
“Besides,” he breathed, “Never let it be said that I ain’t willing to compromise.”
Spike moaned aloud as Lindsey dropped to his knees in the gravel, pressing his mouth to his crotch and breathing hot air over his cock and balls. He looked up at the blond from his submissive position as he unfastened the Levis. “Do you feel powerful now?” he teased huskily.
Spike threaded his fingers through the other man’s hair and smiled. “Shut up and suck my dick.”
Lindsey laughed. Okay, the guy was comfortable again now; they could play. “Whatever you say, champ. Feel free to not hold back…”
The blond leaned heavily against the pickup door as Lindsey began to lave his shaft and then suck on his balls. When the man closed his lips around the head, teasing his teeth along the underside and pressing his tongue into the slit, Spike’s fingers tightened convulsively in his hair. “Fuck, yeah…That’s it, cowboy. Take it all in…”
Lindsey did as he was told, reaching down to palm his now uncomfortably hard dick. He was pleased that Spike was a talker; he liked that. Using his free hand to reach into the blond’s pants and caress his balls, he sucked hard on the other man, moaning when he began to drag his head back and forth to the rhythm he wanted.
“Look at me,” demanded Spike. When Lindsey didn’t immediately obey, he yanked his head back and smacked him around the face with his thick cock, to a grunt of pain and arousal. “Look. At. Me,” he ordered, grinning when the pretty baby blues, completely fucked with lust, gazed up at him. Lindsey opened his mouth again, waiting for Spike to thrust back inside him.
“You like the taste of my dick?”
The brunet nodded and stuck his tongue out far enough to lap a drop of pre-cum from the tip, keeping their eyes locked. Spike involuntarily fluttered his eyelids before slamming back inside the eager, waiting mouth. A couple of minutes later, he found that Lindsey’s skill had him perilously close to blowing his stack, so he was almost relieved when he released him and stood upright, dusting off his knees.
Seeing Spike’s smirk at the action, Lindsey pressed up close to him again and rocked his hips, letting his denim-encased cock work up an almost painful friction against the blond’s bare skin. “Hope y’enjoyed that, buddy,” he said throatily. “’Cause now I’m in charge…”
He kissed the other man, wrapping his arms around him in preparation for picking him up and dumping him into the flatbed. “Shit!” he cursed suddenly.
“Wot?” Spike turned and followed Lindsey’s gaze, realising that the bed of the pickup was full of bags and various pieces of equipment and leads and general crap. He smiled as the guy practically face-palmed himself and then scowled at all the debris, as if it had pulled a prank on him.
“Right, change of plan,” he shrugged suddenly, pulling Spike away from the door to the cab and opening it. Before the blond could react, he found himself bundled inside and crushed into the seat by the weight of the amorous body that landed on top of him. He squawked indignantly as he got poked in the back by the stick-shift and the other man cringed when he accidentally hit the horn. The very loud horn.
“Shhh, baby! Damn, I knew she wasn’t gonna like this…”
Spike laughed and tried to shuffle into a more comfortable position, which was somewhat challenging since there wasn’t a great deal of room in the cab and they were clearly both too long and too active to fit inside in any kind of dignified way. Not that he was all that bothered about dignity, he reflected, as Lindsey unfastened his own jeans and tugged their tops out of the way, leaving them blissfully skin-on-skin.
Lindsey ground down against him, kissing and nibbling at his neck and jaw-line with firm, wet strokes of his tongue that sent little jolts of electricity snapping through him. The brunet wasn’t taking any of his own weight and his solid, muscular body was pinning Spike to the seat, making him breathe hard. Suddenly, there was a tongue tracing the shell of his ear, making his stomach clench, and then warm breath skated across him.
“Want me to fuck you now, huh? Want me to put my dick in you?”
Spike nodded, closing his eyes at the way the other man’s dirty, sexy drawl sent shivers through him. He had been right; this was nothing to do with power. This was raw animal lust and he just wanted his ass pounded until he saw stars and came in a blinding flash of white. “Yeah. Fuck me. I want you to put it inside me.”
He couldn’t quite prevent a pout as the weight was suddenly lifted and he no longer had hot, sexy cowboy squashing him into the lumpy seat. However, he forgot to mind too much as he felt his jeans stripped down his legs. One of his boots was tugged off and that leg soon became entirely bare, but in the interests of expediency and horniness, Lindsey left his pants bunched around the still-booted ankle of his other foot. Within an impressively short amount of time, he was laving his way back up Spike’s smooth, pale body, making noises of appreciation.
“I could lick you all night,” he mumbled, kissing the blond’s jaw and finally his mouth as he stretched out over him again. And it was true too – Spike tasted spicy and sweet and like need.
The other man used his new manoeuvrability to bend his knees and squeeze Lindsey's flanks between his thighs. His body seemed to have developed a will of its own and it just wanted the brunet inside.
“Hurry up, sparky. I wanna get fucked,” he demanded, digging his bare heel into Lindsey’s ass to emphasise his urgency.
“You’ve changed your tune,” he muttered, reaching across to open the glove compartment.
“Wot can I say? You’re persuasive,” he grinned, sliding his hands inside Lindsey’s open jeans and shoving them down to expose his ass. “Nice tan-line.”
“Thanks,” he chuckled, rooting around noisily and cursing. Finally, he made a sound of triumph. “Told ya I had the feeling I’d left something out here…”
Spike craned his neck to watch him pull out a condom and a tube of lubricant. “Wot a little boy scout.”
“Hey, less of the ‘little’.”
“Just a figure of speech, cowboy. Definitely no complaints,” he assured, grinding up against him as much as he could.
“Good to know,” he replied sardonically, kissing the blond before he could say anything else and reaching between their bodies with one hand to haphazardly squirt lubricant in a generally useful area. Holding the foil wrapper in the other, he brought it to his mouth and ripped it open with his teeth, spitting it out randomly as he awkwardly dug his knees into the seat and raised himself up for long enough to roll the condom over his dick.
Spike was momentarily winded as he fell back onto him, and then found that he couldn’t breathe for a whole different reason as Lindsey quickly worked two fingers inside him, wriggling them deliciously and grazing rough finger pads over his sweet spot.
“That feel good?” he enquired teasingly as Spike bucked wildly beneath him and pushed back on his fingers, nudging him closer with his foot again.
“Jesus Christ…” He looked at him with a mixture of irritation and pleading.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it.”
“Tell me to fuck you.”
“Lindsey…Shut the hell up and fuck me.” He shoved his one foot against where the dash met the side of the car, bracing his lower leg against the steering wheel.
The brunet laughed and used his thighs to spread Spike’s legs wider. “Whatever you say,” he breathed as he swapped his fingers for his cock and pressed inside with a firm, smooth stroke. He held Spike’s body down on the seat by his shoulders and winced as he felt fingernails digging into his biceps while the other man adjusted to the burning invasion.
Not bothering to pause or ask whether the blond was okay, Lindsey began to drive inside him hard and deep, and they both moaned loudly. There was no real room and they kept smacking various limbs against metal and plastic, but the fuck was too hot for them to care or even really notice.
Lindsey hoped in a distant way that no-one came out back for a smoke or anything, because they weren’t exactly being subtle about what they were doing, with their legs sticking out of the open door and the cab rocking like a three-legged donkey.
On the other hand, he definitely didn’t care enough to stop.
He pounded into the blond, giving his thigh a sharp smack and then pulling his leg right up around his waist so that he could reach underneath it and grab Spike’s firm, fat balls. He could hear the slapping sound as his own repeatedly knocked against the other man’s ass.
They kissed hard, Spike’s hands scrabbling at Lindsey’s back and ass for purchase and the feel of rippling muscle under smooth flesh. He absorbed everything the brunet was giving him and tried to pull him deeper.
Deciding that he wasn’t getting enough leverage, Lindsey slipped backwards out of the truck until his boots hit gravel, dragging Spike with him so that his ass was perched on the edge of the seat. He drew most of the way out before slamming back inside with an animalistic grunt, gripping the blond by the hips to keep him still and ensure he took the full force of the thrust.
“Fuck!” yelled Spike, his prostate getting pounded hard enough to make his vision grey at the edges.
“Yeah! Fucking take it,” growled Lindsey, hammering into him as he leaned forwards to suck and bite on his nipples as he jacked his cock.
Spike wrapped both of his legs tight around the other man and rocked back to meet his thrusts while he tried to draw him even deeper and arch up against him. “Harder!”
Lindsey was slightly concerned that the pickup might shake apart if he put any more power behind his movements. “Sure?”
“Fuck me harder!” ordered Spike, sitting up a little so that he could grab Lindsey’s hair and draw him close for a searing kiss that was all tongue and teeth, actually drawing blood from them both.
The other man helplessly complied, so turned on that he could barely form a coherent thought. His world had narrowed to Spike’s tongue and lips and hands, the sexy, spicy taste of him, the sound of his ragged breathing and curses and the feel of his tight, clenching ass.
Spike thrashed wildly, pushed right to the edge by the sensation of Lindsey working him inside and out, giving him everything he wanted. He liked the way that the brunet had his free hand around his neck, supporting him so that they could kiss and nip at each other, breathing dirty words against one another’s lips.
“Christ! Fuck…Fuck! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop…”
“Shit…Are you nearly there, huh? You gonna come for me?” he asked hoarsely, pumping Spike’s dick even faster, flicking his wrist slightly to vary the sensation.
“Yeah…Fuck, yeah. Gonna shoot all over you…Oh, God! Gonna come…” he mumbled, clutching almost desperately at Lindsey’s sweat-soaked back beneath his shirt and tilting his hips in a futile attempt to get him even deeper inside.
“Damn! You’re gonna make me come, baby…I’m about to fill up your sweet fucking ass…”
“Yes! Yes! Fuck!” roared Spike, feeling the pleasure rush towards his tightly drawn-up balls from every inch of his body and explode through him in a hot, dizzying wave. He shook with the force of the climax, feeling as though he must be losing every drop of fluid from his body as he shot jet after jet of hot spunk between them.
As his cock pulsed in Lindsey’s fist, the other man drew back to watch while he continued to snap his hips back and forth. Seeing the cum hit Spike’s chin and slide over his own knuckles and feeling the tightening and fluttering of the blond’s strong muscles, Lindsey’s excitement quickly peaked and burst through his body, making him cry out and tremble as his taut muscles vibrated.
Once he was spent, he literally collapsed onto Spike, crashing their mouths together in a bruising, needy kiss that they were panting too hard to perform with any kind of style.
They held tight to each other and pressed their foreheads together for long moments, trying to will their motor functions to return to normal.
“Fuck…”
“Uh-huh…”
Lindsey opened his mouth to say more, but was startled by the sound of the backdoor to the bar crashing open. He whipped his head to the side to peer through the wraparound windshield.
“Lindsey! Get your fuckin’ ass back in here now! We were supposed to start five minutes ago!”
He groaned and rolled his eyes, wondering how he was supposed to sing when his throat was wrecked from cursing and yelling out during one of the best fucks he’d ever head. “Coming!” he called irritably.
“Well stop coming and get in here, you slut!” his friend retorted, slamming the door again.
Lindsey glared at the recently vacated spot where the guy had been standing and Spike laughed merrily. “Think that was your cue, cowboy…”
“Shit…” he muttered. He slipped free of the blond, apologising when he hissed and winced. He pulled off the rubber and threw it into the footwell, deciding that he’d deal with it later. Hell, after rocking his pickup to pieces and getting blood and cum over the seat, she’d be too pissed off with him to start up anyway; he might as well add insult to injury.
As he pulled up his jeans, he reached down and picked up Spike’s discarded boot, handing it to him. Once he’d vaguely righted his clothing, as long as you discounted the semen all over his rumpled and slightly ripped shirt, he leaned back into the cab and kissed the other man, who was just sitting up.
“I’m really sorry; I gotta run,” he mumbled against his lips.
“No worries,” replied the blond, patting him on the ass and giving him a grin.
“Stick around? I’m gonna need a ride home anyway…” he said, looking ruefully at his truck as he backed towards the bar.
Scrunching his face in amused confusion and trying not to look too excited by the prospect of more incredible sex, Spike nodded.
“Cool,” he replied, attempting to sound nonchalant and ruining it by being so distracted that he tripped up the steps to the back door. He laughed at himself. “Look what you’ve done to me! How am I gonna be able to co-ordinate singin’ and playin’, huh?”
Spike laughed. “At least you can still walk!”
“Yeah, well maybe I’ll let ya rectify that later,” he teased. And with a wink he was gone.
Smiling to himself, Spike sparked up a fag and leaned back against the not-exactly-comfortable seat, surprised to find that the ugly truck was growing on him.
He listened to the beautiful strains of Lindsey’s voice drifting from the bar as he smoked.
“…You need a quarter mile, a bunch of horses and some gasoline…”
Raw. Masculine. Country. Typical…
He grinned wider, absently stroking his filling cock.
THE END.
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