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Who's Zooming Who? by Rubywisp Pairing: Xander/Lindsey Rating: A handjob's what, NC-17? Distribution: My site, list archives. You want it, email me. Disclaimer: Still not mine. Damn shame, that. A/N: Red Baroness wanted a short little thing where Xander and Lindsey make Angel's life miserable. And sex. --- "What the hell are you doing?" Xander hissed at Lindsey, who never broke stride as he... stalked, was that the right word? Xander suspected it might be, somewhere in his head where surely he had at least a tiny stash of brain cells left that weren't busy setting evaporation records in the face of all the heat Lindsey was throwing at him with every step closer. Xander licked dry lips with a drier tongue and bobbled backwards a few steps, only stopping when the counter that separated the Hyperion's office space from the rest of the lobby made its just-above-waist-height-yeouch, my-kidneys presence known. Yeah, he was pretty sure that was stalking. Even though he'd never actually seen anybody but Spike ever do anything that he'd feel comfortable calling stalking, other than that guy Frank who'd spent the entire summer after junior year mailing bits and pieces of the love notes she'd torn up in his face to Cordelia, and Xander wasn't talking about the uncomfortable kind of stalking, anyway. On the other hand, he thought as Lindsey rolled right up into him and the pressure of the counter against his back was met and maybe superseded by the pressure in his jeans, maybe he was. "What - what - what are you doing?" he repeated, with only a slight squeak on the last 'what'. Not bad, considering Lindsey had just slipped a hand between them and was busy fighting the button on Xander's 501's one-handed. Fighting and winning, and if Xander'd had air to speak, he'd be hitting notes so high the Vienna Boy's Choir would waive the audition process for sure. Lindsey's hand was warm and sure and blessedly familiar with every inch and twitch of Xander's cock, and Xander melted into it in spite of himself, head dropping to Lindsey's shoulder with a groan. "You're crazy." Lindsey chuckled and 'mmhmm'd' low in his throat and kissed Xander's ear. Lightly, affectionately, and that was something new. From the first time Lindsey slid his hands around Xander's waist and whispered filthy things into the back of his neck, everything between them had been one sweating, crashing, frantic wave of need after another. Oh yeah; this was definitely new. He'd decide whether it was unwelcome or not later. Much later. At least after an orgasm or two. Possibly three; being twenty-one had its advantages after all, and most of the good ones had nothing to do with booze. The unexpected sweetness startled Xander right out of his hazy, pornographic surrender, and he recovered enough to stammer out, "Angel." Lindsey's hand - Lindsey's wonderful, hot, genius-IQ-level hand - stopped. Stopped, and Xander dug his fingers into Lindsey's shoulder in protest before remembering that was what he had been trying to make happen. "I'm getting you off and you're thinking about Angel?" Xander winced and shook his head into the rough cotton of Lindsey's shirt and tried to think far enough around the hand (wonderfully. No, wrongly) still on his dick to answer. But Lindsey's shoulders were shaking, enough that Xander's forehead was starting to hurt a little from all the bouncing, and he straightened up just in time to see the nasty grin on Lindsey's face as he said, "Didn't figure you for a kinky bastard. Good to know I was wrong." Xander's protest was swallowed up whole when Lindsey pushed him back just a little farther and started pulling again. His no, what? Wait! disappeared when Lindsey twisted his thumb up over the bottom of the head of Xander's dick, his you're insane, it's not like that... vanished when Lindsey pulled and pulled and... oh, god, just like that, just a little bit longer, please... and pulled, and the well, okay, maybe just a little like that, but you have noticed his shoulders, right? stayed thankfully unheard and unhidden under the stream of babble that poured out of Xander when Lindsey got exactly what he'd come looking for. All over his hand, but Xander didn't think he could be held responsible for that, all things considered. "What are you doing?" An exact echo of Xander's earlier words, only from near the door instead of near the panic button, and Xander looked up to see the last thing he'd ever want to see while still trying to get his cock back into his pants. Angel looked from Lindsey to Xander to where Xander's hands were fumbling where they'd never fumbled before and back to Lindsey, who Xander was going to love forever and ever and ever, if for no other reason than he got Xander tucked away and buttoned up before Xander's brain had time to lodge a formal complain or think - crazily, unexpectedly and most unwantedly - that Angel looking at his dick was kind of hot. Lindsey did it all smoothly, without so much as a smirk. Well, not one aimed at Xander, anyway. The one aimed at Angel was pretty gale-force, though, even just what Xander could see of it out of the corner of his eye as he looked as far away from Angel as he possibly could and still keep his eyes in his head while he let Lindsey lead the way out of the hotel. Just on the other side of the door, Xander opened his mouth - maybe to say something along the lines of 'If you ever do that again I will saw your dick off and feed it to carnivorous ducks while you watch', maybe to say something about the swirls in the marble on that pillar by the front door. Whatever he was going to say was completely lost in the bark of laughter that escaped Lindsey when Angel's voice floated thinly out after them: "What's wrong with my shoulders?" Xander slid into the cab of Lindsey's truck and dropped his head into his hands with a painful sigh. He was never, ever, ever looking anybody in the face ever again as long as he lived. ---