Title: Starting Over
Author: midnight
Email: [email protected]
Pairing: Spike(William)/Angel(Liam)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Spike moves into a new apartment building…
Distribution: redssoulmates, Jess’ Lair
Feedback: No feedback..no fic. Lots of feedback..I
write more. I thrive on it.
Disclaimer: Don't sue. I don't own any of the
characters. I don't make any money from it. All credit
goes to Joss.
Spoilers: None
Notes: This is an AU human fic. No vamps. No seers. No
visions. Human!!! ‘’ character’s thoughts
Warnings: language, sex, m/m
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Starting Over 7/?
Angel had spent the day showing Spike around town. He
showed him a few clubs, a couple restaurants, some
stores, a museum and an art gallery. Spike had refused
to actually go into any of them. It was near evening
as they walked down the busy street. Angel was
becoming frustrated with Spike. He turned his head and
glared at him.
Spike didn’t need a tour of the city. Didn’t want one.
He just wanted to spend a bit of time with Angel.
“If you weren’t going to go into any of these places,
why did you ask me to show you around?”
Spike shrugged. “Seemed like a good idea. I know where
the places are now, yeah?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“See, mission accomplished.” Seeing a pool hall across
the street, he stopped and pointed. “Fancy a game of
pool, mate?”
“What?” Angel asked and then turned his head. “Yeah, I
guess. Why not?”
They crossed the street and walked into the building.
“Find a table, why don’t you?”
Angel turned around and left in searching for a table,
trying to push the blonde out of his mind. “This is
such a waste of my time,” he mumbled.
Spike had been standing behind him, listening to every
word. “That, so?” he asked hurt. “You don’t have to be
here. You can always leave.”
Angel turned around quickly. “I didn’t mean…”
“Look, I heard you. I didn’t bloody well force you to
come in here or anywhere else for that matter. You
know where the door is. See yourself out.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean then?”
“I just…I don’t know how to play pool,” Angel said
quietly.
“You’ve never played?”
“No. Look I’ll just leave.”
“Grab yourself a stick, mate.”
“Huh?”
“A stick to play pool. I’ll teach you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know I don’t.” As Angel walked away, Spike smirked
to himself.
“Right now you’re just gonna try and get the ball in
the hole. After that, I’ll teach you the rules.” Spike
sat back and watched as Angel struggled. Spike stood
there watching the man’s body rather than the pool
table. Hearing low curses under Angel’s breath, Spike
pushed himself away from the wall.
The place was empty enough that it would look as if a
friend was just teaching another friend how to play
pool. Spike had other ideas though. He brought his
body up behind Angel’s, feeling his body tense. “First
you need to relax, mate. And spread your feet a bit
apart.”
“Why?”
“You wanna put the bloody ball in the hole or not?”
“Fine.” Angel did as he was told.
Spike then reached his hands over Angel’s, positioning
his fingers around the stick. He lightly pressed his
body against Angel’s back. “Now,” he whispered into
Angel’s ear. “Let it slide through your fingers just
so.”
Angel heard the ball ‘clink’ dropping into the whole.
The ball was the last thing he wanted to concentrate
on though. He was more interested in the man pressing
his body against him.
“See there, you did it.” Spike backed away. “I’m gonna
go get us some drinks. You keep practicing.”
“You don’t know what I like.”
“I’ve got a pretty good idea,” Spike smirked.
Angel had tried to hit ball after ball but was coming
up unsuccessful. Glancing over towards the bar, he saw
Spike flirting with two women. ‘Straight. Should have
known.’ When he saw Spike glance his way, he quickly
turned away.
Spike made his way back to the table setting both
drinks upon it. “Take a break. Sit.”
Angel sat down, taking a long sip. The alcohol was
warm and slid down his throat. “So, how old are you
anyway?”
“Twenty-six. You?”
“Twenty-nine.” He continued drinking until he reached
the bottom of the glass. “So, did you know either one
of the women you were talking to a moment ago?”
“Those chits? Hardly. Actually they wanted to know
about you.”
“What about me?”
“They wanted to know if you were fuckable.”
Angel choked on his drink. “I uh…I think I should be
going now. It’s been a long day.”
“I’ll join you. Nothing more here to look forward to.”
‘Now that you’re leaving.’
The trip back home was on the quiet side. As they got
off the elevator, Angel turned around. “Look, you need
to understand something. The thing back at the bar
with the women...”
“You don’t have to explain anything, mate.”
“It’s just they’re not exactly my type.” Angel started
to slowly move backwards when he found Spike coming
towards him.
Spike leaned his head to the side. “What exactly is
your type?”
“We really shouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“Too late, we’re having it. So, what is it?”
“Well…not women. I’m more into guys, I guess you could
say.” And then Angel heard the worst thing at that
moment. Complete silence.
Spike studied him for a minute and then took one more
step to him. Their bodies were lightly touching. “So,
you’re gay?”
“Yeah,” Angel whispered.
Spike leaned his mouth to Angel’s ear. “Lucky for me
then. I’m not that much into women either.” He could
feel Angel’s breath catch in his throat and smiled.
“Good night, luv,” he whispered, letting his lips
brush against Angel’s ear. Pulling away, he headed
back to his apartment.
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