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If you haven't read them (and you don't need to in order to understand this - they're mostly just smut *G*), all you need to know is that Spike works for a studio choosing set locations and lives in NY, Lindsey is a redneck country singer who lives down south, they're in an established relationship thanks to a chance dirty fuck behind a bar...and Spike has a jealous ex....
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Title: Playing Dirty (Chapter 2/5)
Pairing: Spike/Lindsey
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: *sobs* So very not mine. I just abuse 'em.
Warnings: M/m relations (lots of...smutty smut smut, I tell you!), language, angst, fuckwittery...
Previous chapters here.
END CHAPTER TWO.
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elebridith*G*)If you haven't read them (and you don't need to in order to understand this - they're mostly just smut *G*), all you need to know is that Spike works for a studio choosing set locations and lives in NY, Lindsey is a redneck country singer who lives down south, they're in an established relationship thanks to a chance dirty fuck behind a bar...and Spike has a jealous ex....
My fabulous honey
blondebitz gave me all sort of wonderful bribes because she wanted the fuck-ugly truck to ride again! And now the amazing girl has gifted me a scrumptious banner for this fic! HOORAY! Her banner is under the cut due to a little much-appreciated semi- nudity. SQUEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Title: Playing Dirty (Chapter 2/5)
Pairing: Spike/Lindsey
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: *sobs* So very not mine. I just abuse 'em.
Warnings: M/m relations (lots of...smutty smut smut, I tell you!), language, angst, fuckwittery...
Previous chapters here.
Chapter 2
“You’re going out to dinner…with Angel?”
“No…Me and Angel are going out to dinner with some clients who are hopefully gonna put up a whole load of money for a new show. You’re invited too.”
“Invited by who?”
“Well…by me. It’s not quite a business thing, so some people will probably take their partners along. Although, maybe not, since it won’t be very interesting. But there’s certainly nothing to stop anyone taking a partner.”
Lindsey crossed his arms and studied Spike. It was Wednesday night now and the blond had tomorrow and Friday off, so Lindsey had been looking forward to them spending some quality time together. “You wanna take me to some business dinner, with some clients and Angel, where the only other potential tag-alongers will be a couple of trophy wives or somethin’?”
Spike rolled his eyes; the assessment was fairly accurate but there was no need for Lindsey to couch it in those terms and make it sound as though he’d been offered an evening of torture in some fiery hell dimension. “Do you want to come or not?”
“Not really, no.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you moping around. If it’s really a problem for you, lover, I’ll cancel.”
“No, don’t do that,” sighed Lindsey, feeling like an asshole. A slightly abandoned asshole, but an asshole nevertheless. When Spike visited him, he usually couldn’t take any time off work, so the other man was left to his own devices all day. Because the blond’s job didn’t involve daily chores and live animals, he was able to work flexi-time, which meant that he’d worked four thirteen-hour days the previous week so that he could take two days off for them to be together. And now Lindsey was getting all pissy about entertaining himself for a couple of hours. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too, pet. But I can’t control when these things happen, okay?”
“Yeah, I know.” And he also knew exactly who could and did control when these things happened. “But hey, you’ll probably be done in time for us to go out, huh? I could come meet you downtown?”
“Sure, sounds great,” he grinned, trailing his hands up over Lindsey’s chest and beginning to unfasten his shirt. “I’ve got to get ready, so…how about you come help me have a shower, yeah?”
The brunet bit his lip and smiled sexily, reaching down to rub his hand over Spike’s ass. “Not sure how much help I’ll be, but count me in.”
In the shower, Lindsey sank slowly to his knees, mouthing over the hard planes of Spike’s abdomen and lapping at the water cascading over his skin. As he nibbled over the bump of a hipbone, he gazed back up and Spike gave a low moan. Water flowing over him and beading in his long lashes, lustful blue eyes staring with something like adoration…He was so hot that Spike felt a thick thump of added arousal through his groin.
Lindsey licked Spike’s shaft repeatedly from base to tip, pressing his tongue hard against the thick vein while firmly massaging his balls. The blond leaned back against the tiles, letting the spray wash over them both and working the fingers of one hand into Lindsey’s hair.
“You keep up the teasing and I might just explode…”
Lindsey smiled, curling his tongue around the head of Spike’s cock and pushing the tip into the slit before scraping his teeth very lightly over it. He skimmed his hand achingly slowly over the shaft, sliding the foreskin up and down. Spike’s eyelids fluttered, a dull buzz of need torturing him and demanding satisfaction.
“Lindsey…”
“Beg me,” he whispered, nuzzling against him but refusing to pick up the pace.
Spike gasped, fingers tightening around Lindsey’s locks. “Please, baby. Please suck me off. I want you so fucking bad…I’m begging you; I’ll do any bloody thing you want!”
Closing his eyes and groaning, Lindsey finally closed his mouth around Spike’s dick, sucking long and hard.
“Oh fuck, yes!”
Spike braced himself against the wall, his knees buckling slightly, as Lindsey held him steady with one hand at the hip. He cursed and moaned as the other man took him deeper, working his balls and the base of his cock with a sure hand while he danced his tongue around.
Lindsey hummed and slid his hand between Spike’s legs, working two fingers inside him and twisting them deep. The blond began to pant, widening his stance and gently dragging Lindsey’s head back and forth. “Shit pet, you’re so fucking incredible…Fuck, harder! Make me come…”
Lindsey removed his hand from Spike’s hip and grabbed his own dick, fisting it with firm strokes as he swallowed more and increased the suction. It was slightly more difficult than usual, what with the water trying to hamper all efforts to breathe, but Spike looked so sexy wet and glistening that Lindsey didn’t care.
He felt the blond’s thigh muscles clenching and shaking with effort as his orgasm approached, and he crooked his fingers, working Spike’s prostate even more forcefully as he swallowed repeatedly.
“Yes…Fuck, yes!” Spike’s hips snapped forwards as he came, his dick pulsing deep inside Lindsey’s throat. The greedy sound of swallowing sent a thrilling little aftershock of pleasure through him.
Spike hauled Lindsey to his feet and shoved his hand away from his erection, grabbing hold of it himself and jacking it hard and fast.
“Fuck…” Lindsey slapped his hands against the wall on either side of Spike’s head for support. He was damned close anyway; he loved blowing his boyfriend. Having the blond’s hand on him, thumb ring adding a little extra pressure, was rapidly pushing him towards his peak.
“Yeah, that’s it, pet…Gonna come for me, yeah? You’re lucky I’m letting you come at all,” he whispered huskily. “Naughty boy making me beg…Think I’d better spank you later…”
Lindsey gasped and let his forehead fall against Spike’s, his body shuddering and hips pumping forwards involuntarily as he shot ribbons of cum all over the other man. Spike watched the spend hitting his abdomen and immediately sluicing down his body. “Bloody hell, that’s hot…”
Still breathing hard, Lindsey kissed him thoroughly, leaning up against him to maximise their skin-on-skin contact and reaching for the shower gel. “Come on, darlin’. The sooner I get you washed and gone, the sooner you’ll be back in my lovin’ arms.”
Spike grinned. “You just wanna get spanked, don’t you?”
“Pretty much…” agreed Lindsey with a wink, working up a lather over Spike’s skin and tilting him back under the spray.
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Outside the restaurant, Spike and Angel waited with their clients while their cars were brought around, passing all the usual parting pleasantries and shaking their hands warmly by way of a farewell.
“So, that went well,” smiled Angel. He’d already known that they were on board for the new mini-series and that the lavish entertaining really hadn’t been necessary, but he’d wanted a good reason to take Spike out somewhere nice…and to tear him away from Lindsey.
“Yeah,” agreed the blond distractedly, looking around.
Not noticing Spike’ preoccupation, Angel said with a studiously casual tone, “Wanna get a drink to celebrate, since we’re out?”
“Sorry, I can’t,” he replied, frowning and pulling his phone from his pocket.
“Why not?” asked Angel with a slightly demanding edge to his voice, forgetting momentarily to be nonchalant.
“Because he’s meeting me,” said Lindsey, stepping from beneath the shadow of the awning to their right.
“Hey!” smiled Spike brightly, his delighted expression annoying Angel almost as much as the fact that Lindsey looked fucking hot. With distressed jeans and a chest-hugging blue shirt, hair tied loosely back, he was managing to pull off an impressive, casual ‘I’m just naturally this stunning’ look. And, even more irritatingly, Spike was more than appreciative of it.
“Fuck me, luv!” he exclaimed, smiling when Lindsey plucked the cigarette he’d been smoking from his own lips and put it between the blond’s instead.
“Later, babe,” laughed the other man, kissing him on the cheek and smirking over his shoulder at Angel. “Of course, you’re welcome to join us,” he said pleasantly, only his eyes making it clear how much of a lie the statement was.
Spike turned back to face Angel, arm around Lindsey. “We’re just going to a bar, if you fancy it?” he said, trying to sound at least vaguely inviting, although he was pretty sure that it was a bad idea and, besides, he wanted Lindsey all to himself.
Angel noticed the way that Spike’s hand had slipped up underneath Lindsey’s shirt at the back, as if he just couldn’t stand not being skin-on-skin. Even though he’d been able to tell from small things the blond had said that they were having problems, it was perfectly obvious that they were still infatuated with each other, and it grated on him like crazy, making a red pulse beat behind his eyes.
And not only that, Lindsey was on the defensive; he knew that Angel wanted to drive a wedge between them. It was also obvious that he was ready and willing to fight every step of the way for what he wanted – and what he wanted was Spike.
Angel didn’t like even playing fields. He couldn’t, and wouldn’t, go up against Lindsey head-to-head like this.
“Thanks, but I think I’ll leave you two alone; I know you don’t get to spend enough time together. Besides, I should really get home – I have to be up early tomorrow.” He signalled the valet over and handed him the ticket for his Viper. “Thanks for giving up your evening tonight, Will; I appreciate it.”
“Yeah, no worries,” replied Spike, trying not to feel concerned about how much Lindsey’s back had suddenly tensed up.
“I’ll see you on Friday at the Premiere then,” said Angel, nodding to them both and heading over to where his car was being pulled around.
“See ya,” replied Spike, turning Lindsey to face him. “You alright, gorgeous?” he asked, keeping his voice low so that it wouldn’t carry to Angel.
Lindsey raised his eyebrow, waiting until he heard the door to the Viper slam before responding. “He ‘knows we don’t get to spend enough time together’?” he repeated, slightly disbelieving.
“Wot? It’s pretty bloody obvious, Linds. We live thousands of miles apart.”
“I’m well aware of that,” he bristled. “I’m the idiot who just drove all the way up here.”
“And whose fault is that?” snapped Spike.
His eyes flared and then went hard and flat. “Mine, apparently.”
“Well, to be fair, I did offer to pay for your flight.”
Lindsey dropped his gaze and sighed. There were long moments of silence and they finally looked one another in the eye, both remorseful and clearly yearning for everything to be alright.
Spike pulled Lindsey into his arms, running hands soothingly over his unresisting form. “We’re not gonna get into this again – it’s ridiculous. We care about each other too much and you’re too sodding hot.”
Lindsey laughed a little, slipping his hands up under Spike’s shirt and nuzzling into his neck.
“I’m sorry about tonight; I should have told Angel to get lost. Work’s not as important as you – nothing is.”
The other man plucked the cigarette back from Spike’s lips, took one final drag on it and pitched it onto the concrete. He leaned in to kiss the blond, exhaling the smoke directly into his lungs and somehow making it sexy. “No, baby. You’re perfect; I’m a dick. Come on, I wanna go have a dirty, public fuck in the corner of some bar.”
Spike laughed merrily, kissing him thoroughly and holding him close so that they were pressed together from shoulder to knee. “Sounds good.”
They rested their foreheads together, eyes closed and breath skating over one another’s faces as their thoughts followed exactly the same path. They cared about each other so much that it was almost a physical pain, but these arguments and accusations were starting to take their toll.
And they were getting more frequent.
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The previous evening had been highly entertaining, even if Lindsey’s not-so-furtive sucking-off of Spike in a trendy West-Side bar had resulted in their prompt eviction from said bar.
Once they’d finally managed to haul their asses out of bed at midday, after fucking their way through the hangover fog, they passed a leisurely and enjoyable afternoon just hanging around the city. Towards sunset, they were stretched out in Central Park, enjoying the lingering heat of the day and the fact that it was so much quieter than at the weekend.
Spike danced his fingers over the tantalising stretch of skin between the waistband of Lindsey’s jeans and the hem of his rucked-up tee-shirt. “Wanna lick you.”
Lindsey smiled, eyes still closed. “So lick me.”
Spike took a quick glance around to ensure that there were no children or nuns in the vicinity; finding that the coast was clear, he leaned his head down and lapped a teasing trail over Lindsey’s abdomen, grinning against his warm skin when he gasped. “Mmmm, you taste good.”
“Considering the amount of sweat, I kinda doubt that…but thanks.”
“I like the sweat. Like when I’m visiting you and you come home from work? All sweaty and dirty and rugged, and I just want you to throw me to the floor and fuck me like a bitch in heat…Fuck, I’m turning myself on.”
Lindsey stared at him with wide, heated eyes. “Yeah, y’ain’t the only one,” he replied, reaching down to adjust his crotch.
Aware of how completely inappropriate it was, Spike crawled up the length of Lindsey’s body, kissing his chest and neck and jaw. Subtly rubbing their groins together, catching the other man’s wrists in a light grip and pinning him to the ground, he finally found his mouth. They kissed deeply, lost in the sensation, warm and safe and somehow completely apart from the world despite their exposed position.
Spike pulled back slightly, still half on top of Lindsey, and they studied one another over the short distance that separated them.
The brunet caught the look in Spike’s eyes that was becoming all too familiar and pleaded, “Don’t ask me again, Spike. Please.”
“I have to. It could be like this all the time, pet. I don’t know how much longer I can stand only having you for these small stretches…”
“Spike…” he said, voice laced with pain.
“Move here. Please? I need you.”
He thought he might crack under the emotional weight. But Spike was wrong – it wouldn’t be like this all the time, and he’d end up miserable and bitter, slowly dying on the inside.
“Move down to me,” he countered, knowing that it was equally as unfair.
“Lindsey! You know I can’t do that; I have to work.”
“So do I.”
“No, you don’t. You know I’d support you,” he said quietly.
Lindsey glared at him. “And what exactly are you expecting me to do up here, Spike? Huh? Sit in your fuckin’ apartment all day looking pretty?”
“Don’t be ridiculous; I’m not saying that! Christ, cowboy; if I could get away with not bloody working…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, seeing Lindsey’s face and realising that he was being really hurtful by rubbing in the fact that the other man barely earned enough to keep himself some months, let alone both of them.
“I’m sorry.”
Lindsey turned his face to the side, swallowing down the hurt and the anger as much as possible. “Get off me, Spike.”
“Lindsey, don’t. I said I’m sorry, okay? Please…” Spike tightened his grip on his lover’s wrists, panic seizing hold of him. The other man was completely tense beneath him, expression closed off, and Spike felt rejected for the first time since they’d gotten together. No matter what they’d ever disagreed about – and there hadn’t been much – Lindsey had never tried to break physical contact with him.
“Seriously, let me go,” he said with false calm, forcing himself not to struggle against Spike’s hold.
“I love you,” whispered Spike almost desperately.
Lindsey finally turned back to face him. “I know. And I love you too. And right now those two facts are all that’s keepin’ me from smackin’ you in the mouth. So get the fuck offa me.”
Spike was shocked, and wounded. He knew that Lindsey would never hurt him, despite the fact that he had slightly fist-happy tendencies, as did Spike himself; they’d both been in more than their fair share of bar-fights. It was the withholding of affection that got to him – he couldn’t handle it. For Spike, with his particular emotional baggage in terms of fears and insecurities, the implication that Lindsey didn’t want to be touched by him was torture.
“Lindsey, please?” he begged, eyes raw and vulnerable and hands involuntarily gripping his boyfriend’s wrists even more firmly.
Lindsey almost snarled in frustration, surprised and embarrassed to feel the prickling sensation of tears at the back of his eyes. Spike had made him feel worthless and he just didn’t want to be manhandled by him right then. He knew that he was overreacting, but being held down beneath the blond’s weight after basically being told that he wasn’t man enough to provide for them was incredibly humiliating.
And he didn’t want to be doing this to Spike – he was aware that Angel had rejected him as a form of punishment if he didn’t do what the fucker wanted, getting him to the point where he would practically beg for forgiveness and affection – but he just didn’t want to be with him at that moment. He liked to lick his wounds in private, with large amounts of alcohol involved, and if that made him a typically emotionally retarded Southern asshole then he didn’t really give a flying fuck.
“I can’t be around you right now.”
“We can’t let this pointless argument about where we live keep tearing us apart like this!”
“Don’t kid yourself, Spike. That’s not what this argument is about. You hurt me and you know it; now please get off me – people are looking.”
Reluctantly, biting his lip and blinking to try to dissipate the sensation of tears forming, Spike released Lindsey’s wrists and slid off him onto the floor, noticing guiltily that he’d left angry red marks on the tanned skin.
Lindsey’s sigh of relief tore into Spike’s heart and he felt a treacherous tear slide down his face when the man leapt immediately to his feet and put several paces between them.
“I’m goin’ for a drive. I’ll see you back at the apartment,” mumbled Lindsey, hurriedly stalking away before Spike could jump up and try to stop him.
Spike put his head in his hands, trying to will the scalding tears away.
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After six beers and two whisky chasers that would be enough to put him in jail but hadn’t even dissolved the edges of his irritatingly persistent sobriety, Lindsey drove back to Spike’s place.
It was dark.
He rushed upstairs nevertheless, flinging open the door and calling Spike’s name. When there was no response, he searched the apartment, even though he knew it was futile.
“Fuck!” He paused with his hands on his hips, at a loss. He knew that he shouldn’t have been gone for nearly four hours, but he’d assumed that Spike would at least be back home waiting to hear how sorry he was for taking off. He pulled his cell out of his pocket, almost fumbling it in his haste, and turned it back on, holding his breath.
He had no idea whether or not Spike had tried to call him, but he’d left no voicemails or text messages. He speed-dialled the blond’s phone, willing it to ring.
Straight through to voicemail.
“God damn it!” he shouted, almost hurling the cell at the wall before realising that it would be a really stupid idea.
Snatching up his keys again, he stormed out of the building, trying not to admit how close to panicking he felt. He didn’t even really know where to begin looking for Spike, but he couldn’t just sit there on his ass. He was still hurt, but he also knew that he was being a complete “twat”, as Spike would say, so he had to find him and apologise.
Twenty minutes later, he realised that he was heading towards Spike’s office complex. He didn’t even think he’d made a conscious decision to look there, but he supposed it was as good a start as any. Certainly better than starting at one end of the Manhattan bar scene and working his way through.
It was late, almost eleven, and not many lights were burning.
He looked in the vague area of where he knew Spike’s office to be located, walking aimlessly in the direction of the building. Even if the blond was up there, it wasn’t as if he could get to him.
The floor looked deserted, as far as he could tell. Sighing, he was about to lean up against the sign to have a think about his next move, and possibly a smoke, when he realised that Angel’s last name was plastered over it. Glowering, he sat on a low wall instead.
The bastard’s family owned an entire building. How the fuck did you compete with that?
He shook his head. He was being dumb; he didn’t need to compete with it because Spike didn’t want Angel. Spike wanted him…as long as he uprooted his entire life.
“What are you doing here?”
Lindsey jumped, his ass actually leaving the wall, and then scrambled quickly to his feet with a black scowl.
“What? Do you just mill around here watching to see who turns up and sneaking up on them?”
“What about you? You just mill around here waiting for someone to rescue you?” countered Angel with a smirk, crossing his arms.
He’d had to put in some extra hours to prepare for the Premiere and he was just on his way home, going through the unfamiliar motion of walking to the parking lot to retrieve his own car since the doorman and valet had long since gone home. As he’d exited the building he’d spotted that fucking ugly truck; well, it wasn’t like he could miss it.
“No,” replied Lindsey, sighing when Angel looked at him expectantly. Reluctantly, he explained, “I was looking for Spike.”
Angel raised his eyebrows. “Why? Where is he?”
“Well, if I knew that then I wouldn’t be looking for him, would I?” he replied testily, barely restraining himself from adding “fucktard” onto the end of the sentence – another gem of Spike’s.
“Oh dear,” said Angel mockingly. “Things not going so well, huh? Cracks starting to show?”
“You know, I’m touched by your concern and all, but it ain’t really any of your business,” sneered Lindsey, turning away from him with the intention of heading back to his vehicle and continuing his search.
“I watched the tape of you two in Will’s office,” called Angel casually.
Lindsey froze and turned back towards him, eyes wide with incredulity. “What?”
Angel allowed his gaze to slide lasciviously up and down Lindsey’s body. “You’re hot; I can see why he likes having you around. There’s nothing quite like having pretty ass on tap.”
Lindsey almost shuddered, Angel’s intimate appraisal making him feel dirty. “That’s not why he likes having me around,” he replied with studied calm, refusing to rise to the implication that Angel had felt that way about Spike, even though it made him want to beat the shit out of the asshole.
“Oh, really?” he asked mildly. “It must be your sparkling wit then.”
“Sorry to break it to you, but he’s in love with me.”
Angel nodded. “Yeah…for now. The novelty of having someone who’ll give it up for him hasn’t quite passed yet, but it will. You’re a loser, Lindsey, but you’re just a bit too stubborn to shut the hell up and be the pretty little trophy bitch…and that is what he’ll expect from you. It’s only a matter of time before he’s gonna want you to move up here and live off him…And you should do it; it’s a good deal for a guy like you. But you won’t.”
Lindsey couldn’t quite believe that Angel was saying this to him and a whole barrage of emotions attacked him through the course of the venomous speech. Unfortunately for him, Angel latched onto the flash of shame with his unerring talent for finding the weak point.
“Oh, don’t tell me it already happened…?” he asked with mock sympathy. “Did he already ask you to come be his bitch?”
Angel knew full well that Spike wanted to live with Lindsey but they hadn’t decided where yet; the blond hadn’t had any reason to hide the information. He’d just been astute enough to realise where the problems lay and to exploit them with his manipulation of the facts.
“It ain’t like that, Angel,” Lindsey responded angrily. “And you don’t know a damned thing about it. So back off.”
“Really? If everything’s rosy in the garden, then where’s Will?” he asked smugly, stepping closer to Lindsey, who had to forcefully resist the urge to either back away or, worse, punch him in the face.
The tense silence stretched between them and just when Lindsey thought he might snap like a guitar string, his cell rang with the Nine Inch Nails ring tone he’d assigned to his boyfriend in “a fit of poufiness”. Instantly forgetting all about his little showdown with Angel, he pulled it almost desperately from his pocket and answered breathlessly, “Spike?”
“Baby, where the hell are you?” he demanded hoarsely, the raw edges of both fear and relief colouring his tone.
“I’m lookin’ for you! Where are you? I’ll be right there.”
“I’m home now, up on the roof. Apartment felt horrible without you,” he confided, voice breaking slightly on the last word.
“I’ll be there in fifteen.”
“Wot are you doing?”
“Nothin’ important,” he replied, looking up pointedly at Angel. “See you soon.”
Angel couldn’t quite hide his irritation that they were apparently about to kiss and make up, and he felt outraged when Lindsey turned away from him with the clear intention of taking off without one more word.
“You shouldn’t tell Will about this,” he warned nastily. “The network has lots of overseas projects at the moment and – with absolutely no input from me whatsoever, of course – he could oh so easily get sent away. Maybe the UK for a year or so, huh? He’d probably like to go home for a while.”
A cold wash of anxiety and anger claiming him at the thought of losing Spike that way, Lindsey stopped dead in his tracks. Slowly, trying to unclench his fists, he turned back towards Angel. “You really are a complete tool, aren’t you?” he asked conversationally.
Angel blinked at him in surprise.
“I won’t tell Spike about this. And the reason I won’t is because it would hurt him. He doesn’t hate you, even though he probably should, and the last fuckin’ thing he needs to hear is that you really do see him like property. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I don’t have any desire to waste one more damned second of my life on you.”
Hateful, enraged, Angel took a deep breath and reached for an appropriately mocking and amused tone. He said to Lindsey’s retreating back, “Man, I hope I’m there when he shatters your illusions…One thing you can be sure of, though; I will be there to comfort him after, when you’re back in the trailer park where you belong.”
Lindsey ignored him completely, telling himself that the words didn’t make him uneasy.
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