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The Hollow 1
by Dana Woods
Email: danawoods at gmail dot com
Personal Website: Broken Symmetry
Pairing: Gunn/Lindsey
Rating: NC17
A/N: Complete and utter A/U smut. Blame it on Obsessedmuch and Rubywisp. Part of the series The Hollow.
Disclaimer: Characters/Concepts of Angel belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, et al.
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Gunn sees him from a block away. Stands out like a sore thumb, with his long hair and cowboy boots. Don't see much of that around here. Mostly it's dolled-up pretty boys with a strut. This one's leaning against a gated storefront, one leg bent and his the heel of his boot hooked in the gate, hands in the pockets of his low-slung jeans with holes in the knee and thigh, looking all trailer-park chic in a white wifebeater.
But he sizes up Gunn just the same as the others do. Considering tilt of the head, calculating look slanted in Gunn's direction. Biggest difference between this one and the others, though? This one pushes away from the gate and sets himself in Gunn's path.
The unexpectedness of it. That's why he stops. Really. It's not because of the lips. Or the eyes. Or the ass that the guy makes sure to show off. It's just that it's unusual. And he's not still standing there because the smile he gets is laced with something that screams fuckmehard. Doesn't matter, though, because he's not even considering doing this.
"Hey. How's it going?"
"So not interested," Gunn says. Tries move around corn-fed, but the guy moves with him. "What word didn't you understand? 'Cause maybe my fist could tell you what it means."
Guy holds up his hands, all non-threatening, lowers his eyes. Like Gunn thinks he's a threat to begin with. Nothing more than skin stretched over muscle, and enough bitter anger on the surface that it'd be easy to turn it against him. Gives Gunn another smile, this one slow and charming.
"Understood all the words. Just don't think you mean them." Smile turns sly and Gunn wants to deck him on principle. Smug bastard. "Look like you could use something different."
Gunn arches a brow. "Different. Right. Because one whore ain't the same as the next." The guy's face tightens at that, and Gunn realizes the eyes have stayed lowered. Not the pro he thinks he is, if he can't lie with his eyes as good as he can with the rest of him. "Get out of my way, or that pretty face of yours is going to be a lot less pretty."
Maybe he *is* more of a pro than Gunn gave him credit for, because he recovers fast and grabs hold of the opening Gunn didn't mean to give him. Steps closer and ignores the way Gunn straightens up and tenses. And Gunn's so focused on getting the attitude right that he misses the movement.
One second he's puffing himself up, the next second there's a hand on his crotch.
It's the unexpected of it. That's why he doesn't move right away. Has nothing to do with the fact that the guy knows what he's doing, or the way those damn lips part while he works Gunn.
"I know your type," he drawls, sugar-whisky-honey-husky voice in full effect. "Dependable, go-to, stand-up kind of guy. Got everyone looking up to you, but all you really want is a hard, rough fuck up against a wall."
Smug. Little. Fucker. Gunn pushes him away. Pins him against the gate and glares down at him. All he gets in return is a thrust and a mile-wide grin.
"My mistake. Up against a *gate*. With someone you don't have to look at after, who can take it and like it. Who won't think you're any less--"
Gunn shuts him up with his mouth. Won't call it a kiss because it's something less than that. Pulls away almost immediately. "You got a name?"
Shutters come down over his eyes. "You don't need to know it."
The little shit knows his stuff, was right about what he said to Gunn, and that means he decided to pick up Gunn because of it. Takes hold of his shoulders, hauls him away from the gate, then slams him back against it.
"Tell me your name." Silence. Another shove. "Name." One more shove, and this one gets him a gasp and hardness pressing against his thigh.
"Lindsey."
Gives Lindsey a smile before dragging him a few storefronts down the street, then into an alley. Not that much dragging is required, because Lindsey is more than eager. Gunn pushes him away so hard he stumbles, but he bounds back pretty damn fast to snatch the money Gunn pulls out of his wallet.
Lindsey backs away, and there's more leaning, this time against the grimy wall of the alley. All that prettiness against that dirt, and Gunn is the one moving damn fast now. Spins him around and makes him face the wall. Reaches in front and crams his hands into the pockets of Lindsey's jeans.
Pulls out one of the condoms in the right pocket, several small tubes from the other. Sample lube. Disposable. Three different kinds. Gunn palms the cinnamon and puts the other two back.
"Know *your* type," he says right in Lindsey's ear, grinding against his ass. "Meant for bigger things than this, right? Got taken away from you and you're better than this. But all you get is fucked fast and hard against a scummy wall in some city you ain't never been to. Hate it, but you get off on it."
Struggle and curses, and Gunn has to hold him against the wall until he settles.
"You wanna call it off, Lindsey?" he asks, and he knows damn well the answer is no, because one of his hands is still by Lindsey's pocket, and the boy's harder than fuck right now.
"Shut the fuck *up*," Lindsey snaps.
Gunn does. Reaches for his belt and gets his dick out and the condom on just as Lindsey slides his own jeans down his hips then braces his hands against the wall. Gunn slicks himself up, motions slow as he gets a nice look at the pretty boy spread before him, ass jutting out and ready.
Steps close again, the tip of his dick against Lindsey's ass, takes hold of the back of Lindsey's neck with one hand. "Spread yourself," he says, and it's not about necessity in the least. Lindsey doesn't move right away, so Gunn tightens the grip at his nape. "Spread."
Resentful tension as Lindsey's hands move back to open himself, and Gunn knows this is going to be damn damn damn fast. Lets Lindsey stay like that for a long moment, then moves his dick into place. Lets the head rest there for another long moment, and Lindsey is vibrating now. Waiting waiting waiting, and Gunn lets it drag on the littlest bit longer before slamming his hips forward.
Fucking loose, but still so tight, and only surprised pleasure in the sounds Lindsey makes as a result. Doesn't pause, just pulls back and then slams forward again, shoves Lindsey's hands away so he can brace himself against the wall, which he does, resting forearms there and dropping his head on his crossed wrists.
It's exactly the way Lindsey told him he liked it. Hard, rough fast, and so damn good it's like his dick is going to explode before he even comes. And Lindsey is groaning and panting, clenching tight and making Gunn work to pull back, opening up and welcoming him back in. Thrusting his ass back for more, and Gunn thinks maybe he should have had him face forward so that he could hook his hands under those thighs, make him bounce on his dick and take it even deeper.
Tight and hot and hard and good, and he can't think much past the haze of it all, but he still manages to take Lindsey's dick in his hand and jerk him off. Lindsey's growling in time with the hand on his dick, but there's a frustrated tension to him, and Gunn knows he won't come and he knows why, too.
Fuck if he'll let it play that way. Sets his mouth against Lindsey's ear, still fucking him hard and fast. Talks to him, makes him talk back and with every word, Lindsey gets wilder and wilder, closer and closer, and Gunn works his dick with twisting motions, and Lindsey almost fucking *keens*, and that's what does him in. Little smug bastard keening like a cat in heat. Thrusts harder and deeper than before and then he's coming so damn *good* that he thinks he might pass the hell out, and it's just another few strokes before Lindsey freezes for an instant, then shakes against Gunn as he shoots, come streaming down Gunn's hand.
Lindsey disentangles them pretty quickly, strain in the line of his back as he pulls his jeans up. Gunn tosses the rubber aside, tucks himself back in and zips up again. Catches Lindsey's eyes and the mess of resentment and anger and hatred and bitterness makes him start. Makes him want to offer up the remaining money in his wallet, even though he knows it won't change a single damn thing in those eyes.
Leaves Lindsey standing in the alley with his hands clenched into fists. Goes home and drinks himself to sleep.
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