[angel - spike/connor] grab (1/1)
Grab
By: White Rain
Disclaimer: Angel
Genre: Handjob.
Character/Pairing: Spike/Connor
Word Count: 564
Rating: R
Notes: Stupid Spike voice. Takes place in the same verse as Home, Again. All you really need to know about it is that a) it's a season five AU where b) Connor is trained by Angel only he doesn't know Angel is his dad and c) apparently Connor and Spike hook up at some point.
Also, man, am I great with titles or what?
Summary: Connor rolled his eyes. "If you wanted to make out, you could just say so," he stood up and continued as he walked across the room, "or at least get some better innuendos."
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When Spike strode into the office that Angel had given him, Connor had his arms folded on his desk with his face buried in them. "Angel," he said, not looking up, "is driving me crazy. He acts more like my dad than my own dad does."
"He likes to father people," Spike told him. Connor heard the soft sound of his footsteps as he walked over to the couch and plopped down on it. "It's bloody annoying. I suggest you make it hell for him." Connor imagined that he was leaning back into the cushions as he heard Spike set his feet on the end table. "S'what I do. It's fun."
Connor laughed in spite of himself. He shifted his head up so that his chin was resting on his arms in order to look across the room where Spike was sitting. "I'm trying this thing. It's called maturity. I hear good things about it. Maybe you should give it a try."
"Careful," Spike said, cocking his head, "you're starting to sound like the old man."
Connor straightened up "Is that really such a bad thing?"
"You need to come over here," Spike said, sounding very serious as he patted the spot next to him, "so we can see just how hard you hit your head."
Connor rolled his eyes. "If you wanted to make out, you could just say so," he stood up and continued as he walked across the room, "or at least get some better innuendos."
Spike said nothing. He just grinned and caught Connor's wrist in his hand and pulled him down into lap. Connor expected to be pulled down into a kiss, but Spike shoved him down on the couch. Deftly, he undid the fly of Connor's jeans with one hand.
"Okay," Connor said, "don't you think this is a little abrupt?"
Spike over Connor. "What? Did you want some romancing?"
"It'd be nice," Connor said and then he gasped when Spike moved a hand under his boxers.
"Still want to complain?"
"Not really," Connor admitted and reached up to set a hand behind Spike's head. Threading his fingers through hair, Connor pulled him down into a kiss.
He had planned to do something interesting with his tongue, but Spike scraped the nail of his thumb down Connor's cock, causing him to forget what he wanted to do. So, he settled with brushing his tongue across Spike's lips.
Then, Spike wrapped a hand around Connor and moved it and began to kiss down his neck and Connor reached up and dug his fingers into Spike's back and arched his hips up, into Spike's hand. That done, Connor didn't last much longer.
"How's that?" Spike asked and Connor reached out to grab hold of his arm when he tried get up. Spike's expression became suddenly unreadable, but he didn't move, and that was all that Connor cared about.
Connor moved his hand down Spike's arm and threaded his fingers through Spike's. "I should return the favor."
"Nothing to worry about," Spike assured him.
"Be my blanket and it's a deal," Connor said.
Hand still in Spikes, lips curving into a grin, Connor pulled him down, on top of him, and then muttered into his ear, "It'll probably give Angel a heart attack when he comes to check on me."
"I knew there was a reason I liked you," Spike said.
Connor felt Spike's gaze on him as he closed his eyes.
By: White Rain
Disclaimer: Angel
Genre: Handjob.
Character/Pairing: Spike/Connor
Word Count: 564
Rating: R
Notes: Stupid Spike voice. Takes place in the same verse as Home, Again. All you really need to know about it is that a) it's a season five AU where b) Connor is trained by Angel only he doesn't know Angel is his dad and c) apparently Connor and Spike hook up at some point.
Also, man, am I great with titles or what?
Summary: Connor rolled his eyes. "If you wanted to make out, you could just say so," he stood up and continued as he walked across the room, "or at least get some better innuendos."
-
When Spike strode into the office that Angel had given him, Connor had his arms folded on his desk with his face buried in them. "Angel," he said, not looking up, "is driving me crazy. He acts more like my dad than my own dad does."
"He likes to father people," Spike told him. Connor heard the soft sound of his footsteps as he walked over to the couch and plopped down on it. "It's bloody annoying. I suggest you make it hell for him." Connor imagined that he was leaning back into the cushions as he heard Spike set his feet on the end table. "S'what I do. It's fun."
Connor laughed in spite of himself. He shifted his head up so that his chin was resting on his arms in order to look across the room where Spike was sitting. "I'm trying this thing. It's called maturity. I hear good things about it. Maybe you should give it a try."
"Careful," Spike said, cocking his head, "you're starting to sound like the old man."
Connor straightened up "Is that really such a bad thing?"
"You need to come over here," Spike said, sounding very serious as he patted the spot next to him, "so we can see just how hard you hit your head."
Connor rolled his eyes. "If you wanted to make out, you could just say so," he stood up and continued as he walked across the room, "or at least get some better innuendos."
Spike said nothing. He just grinned and caught Connor's wrist in his hand and pulled him down into lap. Connor expected to be pulled down into a kiss, but Spike shoved him down on the couch. Deftly, he undid the fly of Connor's jeans with one hand.
"Okay," Connor said, "don't you think this is a little abrupt?"
Spike over Connor. "What? Did you want some romancing?"
"It'd be nice," Connor said and then he gasped when Spike moved a hand under his boxers.
"Still want to complain?"
"Not really," Connor admitted and reached up to set a hand behind Spike's head. Threading his fingers through hair, Connor pulled him down into a kiss.
He had planned to do something interesting with his tongue, but Spike scraped the nail of his thumb down Connor's cock, causing him to forget what he wanted to do. So, he settled with brushing his tongue across Spike's lips.
Then, Spike wrapped a hand around Connor and moved it and began to kiss down his neck and Connor reached up and dug his fingers into Spike's back and arched his hips up, into Spike's hand. That done, Connor didn't last much longer.
"How's that?" Spike asked and Connor reached out to grab hold of his arm when he tried get up. Spike's expression became suddenly unreadable, but he didn't move, and that was all that Connor cared about.
Connor moved his hand down Spike's arm and threaded his fingers through Spike's. "I should return the favor."
"Nothing to worry about," Spike assured him.
"Be my blanket and it's a deal," Connor said.
Hand still in Spikes, lips curving into a grin, Connor pulled him down, on top of him, and then muttered into his ear, "It'll probably give Angel a heart attack when he comes to check on me."
"I knew there was a reason I liked you," Spike said.
Connor felt Spike's gaze on him as he closed his eyes.