Date: June 14th, 2001
Disclaimer: Joss would never send Lindsey to Wyoming. Meanie.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lindsey/other male
Summary: Lindsey picks up a hitchhiker.
Notes: To cheer up Lar, I got to write about two of my favorite things. Wyoming
and Lindsey. WHOO! Written in two hours, unbetaed. Gratuitous use of Johnny
Cash. All lyrics contained within // _ // are sung by Mr. Cash.
//I made myself a promise
When I was big enough to run
That I'd never stay a single day
In that Oklahoma sun//
Lindsey pressed his face up on the dirt encrusted metal of the cab. He closed
his eyes against the brilliant sunlight, listened to the gurgle of gasoline
plummeting into his truck. The way gas cost, he'd be lucky if he made it out
of Wyoming, but maybe that would be ok. There were worse places. Like certain
towns in Oklahoma and pretty much all of California. He'd started to develop
an intense, grossly irrational dislike for all of the Sun State. Just 'cause
the damn ugliest, most arrogant vampire lived there. Yeah, unreasonable.
The nozzle bumped up against his hand and Lin let up on the handle, shook
off the last drops of black goo into his truck. Sun struck the shiny silver
of the nozzle, hit him in the eye. He stepped back, blinked, realized he'd
stopped back onto something. When he turned around, a towheaded teen stood,
hands plunged into ratty jeans.
"Sorry."
"Oh, no problem, Sir."
Turned back to his task. Put the nozzle back where it belonged, closed up
the tank, and wiped his hands on his own faded jeans. Stretched over his crotch
and thighs just right. Someday they'd probably crack right open at the wrong
time, but fuck that. Right now they were comfortable, and he'd had them for
too long to trash 'em. Lindsey noticed out of the corner of his eye that the
kid hadn't moved, just stood there, shifting back and forth, itching his sides.
Lindsey faced the kid, crossed his bare arms over the wifebeater stretched
over sweaty abs.
"What?" Belligerent. Watched the kid flinch, swallow and steel his resolve.
"Well, I was wonderin', uh, if I might get a ride to the next town?"
"You got a bag or somethin'?"
The kid was quick to answer. "No, nuthin'. Just me, Sir, and I don't make
a peep."
"Yeah, I bet you don't."
Hell, wasn't like he needed this. Brat didn't have money. Or anything but
a cute pair of green eyes and an eagerness that wouldn't last him long. Poor
kid. Probably wanted the hell out of this nothing town on the prairie, even
if just for a few hours. Even if with a man he didn't know.
'Course, maybe that was the point.
"Get in." Damn fucking magnanimous streak. Yeah, so, the kid was also cute
and had his eyes all over Lin's crotch. Not like *that* factored into his
decision.
On the 'n' in 'in', the blonde was in the truck and tapping his fingers on
the passenger side door. Lindsey grunted, paid the waiting attendant, and
got in. 158 miles to Sheridan. Hoped the kid had stamina. And good breath
control.
"You mind grabbing another Johnny Cash CD from the floor?" He gestured at
the kid's feet. Fumbled amongst the crash of cases on the dirty, tiny foot
room granted by the makers of the 1956 Ford pickup trucks. The kid held up
a scratched, cracked case with a commanding man in black on the front. Preacher
and hellraiser wrapped up in a black duster against rolling gray and brown
sky.
"Yeah, that one." Kid replaced one Cash CD for another in the walkman laying
between them. Lin let his eyelids flicker shut for brief moment as a few miles
sang past.
//The beast in me
Is caged by frail and fragile bars
Restless by day
And by night rants and rages at the stars
God help the beast in me//
Nothing but Johnny and the whisper fast whump of rubber on asphalt flying
down I-25. Cows and antelope and sky. He had indeed missed the sky. Didn't
matter where he was. In the West, the sky and earth were king and men mere
beggars. Lindsey kinda figured he'd just gotten it backwards somewhere.
//From his hands it came down
From his side it came down
From his feet it came down
And ran to the ground
And a small inner voice
Said "You do have a choice."
The vine engrafted me
And I clung to the tree//
Damn fucking vampires. Choices are a luxury, and by God, Lindsey had forsaken
that. Them. Free will was an idiot's game. He just wanted to drive until he
figured out why he was driving. Then maybe. Maybe. He'd stop.
Lindsey's hands nearly fell of the wheel as the boy's hands ran up the inside
of his thigh. Met the grass green eyes, pretty damned sure for a 'hitchhiker'.
"Gonna tell me your name?"
Kid just shook his head. Fine. Wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten head
from a person who's name he never knew. Liked it that way. Blowing or being
blown could be strangely impersonal. Better to not exchange names. Names gave
power, and the kid already had one power over the older man.
Lin's warm, cut dick in the warm of his palm.
Lindsey hissed as the boy gently eased the stirring flesh out of the tight
jeans. Spread the fly apart and let the pale column of flesh rest against
the denim. Lindsey shifted in his seat, felt the burn of the Naugahyde where
the white tang top had ridden up. Slowly, as the kid leaned under Lindsey's
arms, the lawyer eased the truck off to the side of the road, prayed for a
lack of staties, and let it idle.
This wasn't an interlude. It wasn't fucking. It was a blowjob.
Wet heat of the mouth slid over the head of Lindsey's dick. Tight, and low,
sucked hard. Blood lazily rose and filled the mushroom head. The kid gripped
Lindsey's belt loops for leverage. Licked down the growing flesh until the
half-hard cock rested on his tongue. Lindsey leaned back, let his hands fall
aside, looked out the window. Perfect, intensely blue sky. Not even a cotton
wisp of a cloud. Slowly, his dick filled out, pushing the boy's pretty little
mouth down. Fucking - A. Gorgeous sight. Pretty lips around his dick. He indulged
in a brief moment of 'Who should suck Lindsey's dick, and why."
Lilah. Full makeup, high heel, buck ass naked. Hot pouty lips in dark cherry
lipstick wrapped around his cock.
Darla. Flat on the floor, with Lindsey's cock rammed down her cold throat.
Not like she needed fucking air or anything.
Faith, Cordelia, that English guy, Wes something, the list went on, but it
hit a fucking stone wall in.
Angel.
Yeah, he'd be sweet. Lindsey wondered if Angel had ever danced his tongue
under another man's dick like this kid was. Wondered if Angel had ever squeezed
at the base, flicked his tongue out and around the piss slit, sucking out
pre-come. Problem with the fantasy was that Lindsey could never quite decide
whether he should let Angel finish the blowjob or not before staking the stupid
bastard.
Nah, he'd let him finish.
The kid ran a scratchy fingernail up the saliva glistening cock that flopped
against Lindsey's belly. Apparently he wanted some appreciation for, or at
least attention to, his talents. Lin let his gaze fall back into the cab,
back onto the boy spread out on the seat, tight ass in the air, head in Lindsey's
lap. With a tight hand in the boy's tousled golden white curls, Lin's shoved
the mouth back to work. Tiny hot mouth sucked him right back in, pink lips
stretched wide, jerking on the base with one hand. Felt like a burning erupting
from his gut and the center of the world. Long, waves of pleasure, almost
too sweet to have. Simple. Head. Cock. Suck. End.
The boy retreated to the head of Lindsey's hard dick. Let his tongue loll
around the dark purple head. Swollen, and heavy with blood. Lots of happy
blood, right where it should be in the living and breathing. Lin sighed as
the hot summer air flowed around his dick when the boy leaned back for breath.
Wanted the boy's mouth to lock onto his..yeah, right there. Lindsey felt the
boy fall back onto him, and suckle at the pulsing cock. Little by little,
Lindsey felt every annoyance, every person who's guts needed ripping out,
every girl who ever said no, every boy who ever walked away from him, rush
out through his dick and into the boy's throat. Lin held onto the boy as the
kid struggled, and choked on the semen. The kid's throat worked on Lindsey's
cock, and eventually, the kid started to swallow.
There we go, learn the lesson. Swallow or be swallowed. Fuck or be fucked.
Leave or be left.
His dick was still half-hard, but he let the boy scramble back. Kid swiped
at his mouth with one hand. Grinned.
Carefully tucked his dick back, left the fly unbuttoned. Just in case.
"Still going to Sheridan?"
"Nah. You can let me out in Gillette."
That'd take less than an hour.
Plenty of time.
Lindsey slid the truck into first and rattled back onto the interstate. And
drove.
~end~