Secretly Submissive ~ Ch.1
Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)
Series Rating: E
Series Pairings: Liam/William (Angel/Spike), Liam/Lindsey, Spike/Lindsey, Spike/Lindsey/Angel
Series Characters: Angel (Liam Devlin), Spike (William Pratt), Lindsey McDonald, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, others tbd
Word Count: 1540
Chapter Warnings: drunk flirting, drunk!Liam, implied masturbation, revelation and self-denial, text-speak
Series Warnings: human au, fluff, angst, Dom/sub, smut, bondage…more to be added as series progresses
Series Summary: Liam Devlin, hardworking investor and businessman, receives an unexpected awakening in the form of William Pratt, the unassuming bookstore owner he met online.
Chapter Summary: Liam talks to Will after a few drinks, and Will starts to wonder just how dominant Liam really is…and finds himself (sexually) frustrated.
William flopped down onto his couch with a sigh, a glass of whiskey in one hand, his phone in the other. It had been three hours since his confusing conversation with the enigmatic brunette he’d felt drawn to the second he saw his profile, and he was still aggravated over Liam's abrupt departure.
And he still wasn't sure what to make of the guy. He was usually pretty good at reading people, and while Liam didn't outwardly seem all that submissive, neither did anything about him so far scream dominant. Yet, he seemed to have been hinting that he was indeed dominant, if his teasing about his 'specifics' and his thinking that William needed someone dominant to decide things for him was anything to go by. It wouldn't be the first time he'd hooked up with someone who thought they were one just to find out their preferences ran the other way. Hopefully their next conversation would shed some light on the matter. He definitely couldn't help but hope that Liam had at least some proclivity for submission; just the thought of that handsome face staring up at him as the brunette sank to his knees made his cock harden.
Letting his mind continue to wander down that line of thought, William set down his now empty glass and rubbed the palm of his hand over the growing bulge of his crotch, and let out a curse as his phone chirped. Turning on the screen, he noticed it was a message alert from Liam. With a low groan, he opened the app and read the waiting text.
L: I know it's a bit late, and u probably aren't on rn, but…hi Will
W: Hi Liam. And yeah, it is kinda late.
L: Hey!! Ur still up! :D srry. Just couldn't wait till morning to msg u.
W: It's fine, I guess. What's up, pet?
L: god why do I like it so much when u call me that? Shit! Ignore that.
William sat up straighter as he read Liam's inadvertent confession, his eyebrow quirking up in intrigue.
W: You ok?
He was tempted to call him pet again just to see how the man would react, but restrained himself, barely. He didn't exactly want to take the risk that Liam would cut the conversation short.
L: great actually! At a bar with my friends, celebrating. Just had a huuuge win in the market!!
W: So…that 'somewhere important' was a bar?
L: yea. It had a double purpose tho. But its important to celebrate the wins when they happen.
W: You sound a little off, mate. …Are you drunk? :/
L: noo! Yea…maybe? How bout u be the judge of that…
After a few seconds of inactivity from Liam's end, a picture popped up on the screen. William clicked it and let out a short bark of laughter. Liam may not have been compl hammered, but it was obvious he was well on the way. He was sitting at a bar with two other men, the counter in front of them littered with shot glasses and bottles of beer, and he had a sort of doofy grin on his face. His eyes were slightly glazed over from the booze, and his hair was slightly disheveled, far from the perfectly gelled coif that showed in his other pictures. His tie was loosened and the first three buttons of his shirt were undone, showing a teasing glimpse of his tan chest. William's cock twitched as he took in the image, and he had to force himself to close out the picture and turn his mind back to the chat.
W: Bloody hell, how do you still look so hot after so many drinks? I end up looking like a sodding mess.
L: don't kno. Just do. It's a gift.
W: Apparently. @.@
L: if its any consolation, i bet u look great after a couple drinks. Wait…shit. Meant that as a compliment! *facepalm*
W: Smooth one, Don Juan. XD
L: really! I just meant u probably hold ur liquor better. Im sure u always look great, even trashed.
W: Who are you and what have you done with the Liam I was talking to earlier? Where'd that cocky confidence go? That…domineering personality??
L: oh, trust me Will. I still got it. God. I'd love to show u how dominant i can b. As for confidence…this celebration *is* in my honor. Cocky enough for u? ;)
William found himself caught between a laugh and a groan of disbelief, unsure of just what to make of this side of the brunette.
W: Bordering on arrogant, even. You've outdone yourself, pet. So I guess even *you* take a break from all that hard work.
L: fuck
William smirked to himself.
W: You ok?
L: yeah fine. And nope, still working. ;)
W: Christ, you are dedicated, ain't you?
L: yup. My friend brought this guy with him, super $$ big in finance. We've been talking business.
W: Do you *ever* do anything just to relax?
L:...u sure ur ready to kno?
W: Was ready three hours ago, mate. You got busy.
L: ok well…im into some pretty intense stuff. Its not for everyone.
William groaned at the reply, his mind jumping ahead and conjuring up some 'pretty intense' images of its own.
W: Think I like where this is headed, mate. Care to elaborate?
L: stuff like leather, and ropes…and a strong hand.
W: Got two strong hands, right here ;)
L: 0.0 …i meant me.
W: Mmhmm…we'll see…
L: no…see, im *always* in charge.
W: So am I. Guess one of us will have to back down.
L: pretty sure u'll change ur mind once i take u out on a date.
W: Pretty sure you'll change yours, pet. >:) Wait, does this mean we're going out? Not sure I've agreed to that yet.
L: it does. Cmon…say yes, Will…u kno u want to.
W: *sigh* Okay, if I must ;) …but only to the date, *not* to you being in charge.
L: :( fine. I can wait a lil longer for that, :) but u'll have to wait a lil longer urself for the date. Too buzzd for what ive got planned.
W: Just don't leave it too long, Liam. I don't like to be kept waiting. Liam? Bloody hell!
*Liam has left the chat*
William tossed his phone on the couch with a curse and pinched the bridge of his nose. The man definitely liked to play the dominant, but there was something in Liam's reactions to William calling him pet that was just begging to be explored. He had better get back to him soon about their date or he was going to have to take matters into his own 'strong hands'.
With a hard-on threatening to burst the zipper of his trousers and thoughts of Liam bound in black leather and red silk ropes swimming through his head, William headed to the bathroom to take a long, hot shower and give some much needed attention to his aching cock. Thank God it was Friday and he had no orders or appointments scheduled for the weekend, he had a feeling his mind was going to be quite preoccupied for at least the next twenty-four hours.
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Liam woke up the next morning with his head throbbing, a dry mouth, and the skin of his lower abdomen strangely itchy, groaning at his stupidity for taking to the celebration a little too heartily. Why was it that whenever he went out drinking with Lindsey, his self-control went out the window. He only hoped he hadn't said anything to Wesley to turn him off on the deal or done anything too embarrassing. Getting out of bed with a stretch, he pulled on his robe and headed to the kitchen. With his hand on the fridge, he froze, memory kicking in.
He dashed back into the bedroom and hurriedly pulled his phone from his pants and opened the WeChat app, pulling up his chat with William. Reading through the chat log, he felt his face flush. With a groan and a few choice curse words he sat heavily on the bed, growing equally confused and aroused by the conversation they'd had the night before. He remembered clearly, now, how he had come home from the bar with an erection that had refused to die down until he finally gave in and jerked himself off, the word pet sounding in his ear as he came under the sheets. That explained one thing, at least. But he still couldn't figure out why he was having such an unexpected reaction to the endearment, or why the realization that William was decidedly less submissive than he'd originally thought sent a fresh thrill of excitement down his spine.
Pushing it off as just the prospect of the challenge of guiding the blonde into submission, but unable to fully ignore the voice in his head that insisted he was blind if he thought he was fooling himself, Liam set his phone on its charger and got back up to start the day. Good thing he didn't work weekends; his mind was such a jumble, he doubted even he would have been able to get anything done at the office.