Lindsey/Riley part one
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roxyThis is guaranteed to make one or two of you go yeeercch! But please don't leave me because of it. Everyone has their dirty little secrets...and Riley-love is mine.
So, we have here a two part PWP, two parts because I always have to work up to the pron...*my blushes!*
The bar had a smell, beyond the smell of cigarettes, booze and bodies; there was a smell of –of old, and damp and bad things. Riley fought to ignore it. All he wanted was a drink. Whatever else in here was no longer his concern. He only had one thing to take care of. One thing to think of. Or not think of.
She’d not wanted him. Not in the way he wanted her to, and that was that. The service wanted him, but he declined. Time to start over. Stand on his own two feet, take care of Riley now. So, ok, staying in a rattrap motel in the middle of Ass-end, Nowhere wasn’t a major step in the right direction, but he’ d get there. No worry. He refused to dwell on it, wasn’t going to worry what to do next. Because what came next was another beer, and maybe a few more after that.
He thought about eating, decided drinking was about all he could handle at the moment. Looked to his left when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye.
“Alert. I like that in a man. Means he’s not to drunk for…” She grinned at him. She was tall, almost as tall as he was with long brown hair and sparkling eyes, a killer smile.
He turned his stool to face her, his head tilted as he smiled back at her. For just a moment, a brief moment, he thought ‘yes’
“You’ve got one minute,” he said, shook his wrist slightly, and her eyes got wide as a stake slid down his sleeve to nestle in his palm. His other hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist, so fast that he managed to surprise her. She looked shocked that a human could get that far, that fast. "Get out, stay out, or I’ll have to kill you. I’m not that interested in doing it now, but that *can* change….”
She jerked her hand free and fled the bar. Riley snugged the stake back in its resting place and sighed.
They were everywhere he went, the damn vamps, the demons. Sometimes it felt like they were following him, reminding him of his fucked up life. Like the universe was trying shit on him personally. Well, screw that. The universe owed him, big time. His life had been one spiraling mess, disaster after disaster ever since he met her, and dammit, he was owed something just for surviving her!
In more rational moments, he knew it wasn’t really fair to blame her. It wasn’t her fault that their lives had collided with such devastating results for him. Hell, in the long run, she’d saved him from something more horrible than death…
Again movement to his side snapped him out of reverie—damn! I’m going to have to pay more attention –he thought with a mental grimace. He focused on the person sitting next to him.
Human. Male. Unpleasant smirk. What the hell was his problem? He gave all his attention to the guy. He was human, but there was something about him, some taint, some indefinable something that people gave off when spending a lot of time mixing with magic-- or demons.
“Hey.” His voice was—not deep, not really rough but it demanded attention. There was something in it that made you…listen. Riley looked at him, really looked at him and saw a youthful face, the kind of face that didn’t give away age. His eyes sparked like blue lasers, into him, through him. He felt like the guy knew him already, knew whatever weakness he had—could tell what he was hiding….
A shaggy fringe of bangs slid forward when he ducked his head to his drink, hiding his eyes. He kept his head down and just tilted it towards Riley and spoke again. “‘m Lindsey. You…”
“Riley.” Training and manners made him put out his hand out, and Lindsey looked at it for a moment with a peculiar little smile before taking it. “Pleased to meet you.” He said.
Riley could hear the amusement in those words.--This guy’s a real smart ass, he thought.
Lindsey looked out around the dank little bar and smiled a wide tooth-baring grin. He looked back at Riley. “You know that most of the ‘people’ in here aren’t, don’t you?”
--Knew it! He’s got experience with this stuff—bad?--
“I don’t know what you mean,” he hesitated, and then frowned. “ What are you talking about?”
Lindsey laughed, “Ok, we can play it like that. You live here? And tell me that you’re just passing through this dump! I’d hate to think a smart- looking guy like you makes this shit hole his home,” He grinned at Riley and Riley just had to laugh. That he could insult and … kind of compliment him in one sentence, *that* was a real talent.
Lindsey seemed to take the laugh as an invitation to buddy up, and leaned closer to Riley. “So. Tell me. Where are you going?” His knees touched Riley’s but he seemed to take no notice.
"This is just a pit stop for me, heavy emphasis on the ‘pit’. I’m thinking of heading back home myself. Maybe. There’s not much for me there now, but there sure as hell was nothing for me where I was.”
He frowned and Riley felt it in his chest. He slid forward a little on his stool, and pressed his knee into the heat of Lindsey’s. He thought he was being subtle—like a brick, subtle—but Lindsey looked down at their touching knees and smiled. A little one this time, one that barely moved his lips, lips that Riley couldn’t bring himself to look away from now.
“Bad--" Riley stopped and took a pull off his bottle, his mouth suddenly dry. He watched Lindsey watch him drink, and a heaviness settled on him, sinking into his limbsand pinning him in place. He tried to speak again. “Ah--Bad breakup?”
“You could say that,” Lindsey smirked and Riley sank on his stool, and his legs opened a little and he couldn't stop himself.Lindsey's eyes slowly traveled up Riley’s body till they settled on his eyes, and he could swear they were burning him... “Yeah, it was a bad breakup. I tried to kill him; he tried to kill me…you know how it goes sometimes. Love.” He laughed, a thin bitter sound that cut into Riley with the familiarity of it.
Though looking into the guy’s eyes, he got the sense that he was talking about something other than love and he just might mean that whole thing about killing literally.
And then Lindsey’s face softened and his eyes lost that diamond hard quality, and he said it again, slowly. “Love.” and Riley saw that yeah, that was mixed in there with the desire to kill.
He knew that feeling too.
Lindsey’s hand landed on his knee, light as a feather, and started to move up a bit, with out really making contact. He ghosted little circles on his thigh, looked up at Riley and Riley nodded, a small barely detectable tilt of his head. Lindsey stood and waited as Riley dropped a handful of bills on the bar.
“ He’s short,” he thought. “ So little, his hands are small.” And he got a mental flash of those hands on him. That and the way he stood, just... waiting for Riley to move, sent a little sizzle of arousal through him. He put his hands in his pockets and Lindsey smiled and licked his lips. Just one swipe of a wet pink tongue tip across a full upper lip, and Riley felt brain cells crash and burn.
“ Oh, god, I think I’m in trouble.”
For some porn, for others a horror story :0)
be warned--TBC part two
So, we have here a two part PWP, two parts because I always have to work up to the pron...*my blushes!*
The bar had a smell, beyond the smell of cigarettes, booze and bodies; there was a smell of –of old, and damp and bad things. Riley fought to ignore it. All he wanted was a drink. Whatever else in here was no longer his concern. He only had one thing to take care of. One thing to think of. Or not think of.
She’d not wanted him. Not in the way he wanted her to, and that was that. The service wanted him, but he declined. Time to start over. Stand on his own two feet, take care of Riley now. So, ok, staying in a rattrap motel in the middle of Ass-end, Nowhere wasn’t a major step in the right direction, but he’ d get there. No worry. He refused to dwell on it, wasn’t going to worry what to do next. Because what came next was another beer, and maybe a few more after that.
He thought about eating, decided drinking was about all he could handle at the moment. Looked to his left when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye.
“Alert. I like that in a man. Means he’s not to drunk for…” She grinned at him. She was tall, almost as tall as he was with long brown hair and sparkling eyes, a killer smile.
He turned his stool to face her, his head tilted as he smiled back at her. For just a moment, a brief moment, he thought ‘yes’
“You’ve got one minute,” he said, shook his wrist slightly, and her eyes got wide as a stake slid down his sleeve to nestle in his palm. His other hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist, so fast that he managed to surprise her. She looked shocked that a human could get that far, that fast. "Get out, stay out, or I’ll have to kill you. I’m not that interested in doing it now, but that *can* change….”
She jerked her hand free and fled the bar. Riley snugged the stake back in its resting place and sighed.
They were everywhere he went, the damn vamps, the demons. Sometimes it felt like they were following him, reminding him of his fucked up life. Like the universe was trying shit on him personally. Well, screw that. The universe owed him, big time. His life had been one spiraling mess, disaster after disaster ever since he met her, and dammit, he was owed something just for surviving her!
In more rational moments, he knew it wasn’t really fair to blame her. It wasn’t her fault that their lives had collided with such devastating results for him. Hell, in the long run, she’d saved him from something more horrible than death…
Again movement to his side snapped him out of reverie—damn! I’m going to have to pay more attention –he thought with a mental grimace. He focused on the person sitting next to him.
Human. Male. Unpleasant smirk. What the hell was his problem? He gave all his attention to the guy. He was human, but there was something about him, some taint, some indefinable something that people gave off when spending a lot of time mixing with magic-- or demons.
“Hey.” His voice was—not deep, not really rough but it demanded attention. There was something in it that made you…listen. Riley looked at him, really looked at him and saw a youthful face, the kind of face that didn’t give away age. His eyes sparked like blue lasers, into him, through him. He felt like the guy knew him already, knew whatever weakness he had—could tell what he was hiding….
A shaggy fringe of bangs slid forward when he ducked his head to his drink, hiding his eyes. He kept his head down and just tilted it towards Riley and spoke again. “‘m Lindsey. You…”
“Riley.” Training and manners made him put out his hand out, and Lindsey looked at it for a moment with a peculiar little smile before taking it. “Pleased to meet you.” He said.
Riley could hear the amusement in those words.--This guy’s a real smart ass, he thought.
Lindsey looked out around the dank little bar and smiled a wide tooth-baring grin. He looked back at Riley. “You know that most of the ‘people’ in here aren’t, don’t you?”
--Knew it! He’s got experience with this stuff—bad?--
“I don’t know what you mean,” he hesitated, and then frowned. “ What are you talking about?”
Lindsey laughed, “Ok, we can play it like that. You live here? And tell me that you’re just passing through this dump! I’d hate to think a smart- looking guy like you makes this shit hole his home,” He grinned at Riley and Riley just had to laugh. That he could insult and … kind of compliment him in one sentence, *that* was a real talent.
Lindsey seemed to take the laugh as an invitation to buddy up, and leaned closer to Riley. “So. Tell me. Where are you going?” His knees touched Riley’s but he seemed to take no notice.
"This is just a pit stop for me, heavy emphasis on the ‘pit’. I’m thinking of heading back home myself. Maybe. There’s not much for me there now, but there sure as hell was nothing for me where I was.”
He frowned and Riley felt it in his chest. He slid forward a little on his stool, and pressed his knee into the heat of Lindsey’s. He thought he was being subtle—like a brick, subtle—but Lindsey looked down at their touching knees and smiled. A little one this time, one that barely moved his lips, lips that Riley couldn’t bring himself to look away from now.
“Bad--" Riley stopped and took a pull off his bottle, his mouth suddenly dry. He watched Lindsey watch him drink, and a heaviness settled on him, sinking into his limbsand pinning him in place. He tried to speak again. “Ah--Bad breakup?”
“You could say that,” Lindsey smirked and Riley sank on his stool, and his legs opened a little and he couldn't stop himself.Lindsey's eyes slowly traveled up Riley’s body till they settled on his eyes, and he could swear they were burning him... “Yeah, it was a bad breakup. I tried to kill him; he tried to kill me…you know how it goes sometimes. Love.” He laughed, a thin bitter sound that cut into Riley with the familiarity of it.
Though looking into the guy’s eyes, he got the sense that he was talking about something other than love and he just might mean that whole thing about killing literally.
And then Lindsey’s face softened and his eyes lost that diamond hard quality, and he said it again, slowly. “Love.” and Riley saw that yeah, that was mixed in there with the desire to kill.
He knew that feeling too.
Lindsey’s hand landed on his knee, light as a feather, and started to move up a bit, with out really making contact. He ghosted little circles on his thigh, looked up at Riley and Riley nodded, a small barely detectable tilt of his head. Lindsey stood and waited as Riley dropped a handful of bills on the bar.
“ He’s short,” he thought. “ So little, his hands are small.” And he got a mental flash of those hands on him. That and the way he stood, just... waiting for Riley to move, sent a little sizzle of arousal through him. He put his hands in his pockets and Lindsey smiled and licked his lips. Just one swipe of a wet pink tongue tip across a full upper lip, and Riley felt brain cells crash and burn.
“ Oh, god, I think I’m in trouble.”
For some porn, for others a horror story :0)
be warned--TBC part two
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