Secretly Submissive ~ Ch.2
Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)
Series Rating: E
Series Pairings: Spike/Angel(Liam/William), Angel/Lindsey, Spike/Lindsey, Spike/Lindsey/Angel
Series Characters: Angel (Liam Devlin), Spike (William Pratt), Lindsey McDonald, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, others tbd
Additional Chapter Character: Courtney the waitress (oc)
Word Count: 3653
Chapter Warnings: minor self-denial, d/s, Liam’s internal struggle, flirting, UST (for now), Will’s a sexually frustrating tease, kissage
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: Determined to assert himself as the dominant one, Liam sets up a date…will he triumph, or will he give himself over to his new desires?
Saturday had dragged on for William as he busied himself around the house and checked through all the outgoing shipments and the arrivals for the coming weeks' orders. He kept finding himself checking his cell and the computer to see if Liam had messaged him while he was out of the room. Coffee had become his best friend as afternoon turned to evening and the evening slowly became night.
Around 10:30, his phone chirped and, though he'd never admit it, William dashed out of the bathroom to snatch it up, opening the app and hoping it was Liam.
L: You ready for that date?
W: Now? Bit late don't you think?
L: You tell me…
Attached to the message was a picture. Did he ever not look good? Liam was sitting at a small table in a darkened corner of a coffee shop. William could see other people off to one side of the photo, their heads all turned towards the unseen end of the room, smiling and laughing at something. Maybe there was some kind of event going on, like an Open Mic Night, or a Poetry Slam, either way, the place definitely didn't seem like it was closing anytime soon.
W: Looks like a coffeehouse.
L: Got it in one. And you're gonna come meet me here, right now.
W: Nice way to ask someone if they would like to accompany you, mate.
L: Thought you didn't like to be kept waiting? Well, neither do I.
William scoffed at Liam's demanding remark, and a smirk spread across his face as a thought popped into his head. Time to test the waters a little more.
W: *Don't like waiting*; but I also think you need to learn some manners, pet.
As he waited for a reply, William headed into his bedroom to pick out something to change into, just in case. In the picture, Liam was dressed decidedly more casual than seemed to be his everyday attire, wearing a soft and warm looking, creme colored, long-sleeved shirt, rather than the button-ups William had seen him in so far. His hair had been gelled mildly at the front into messy spikes instead of the slicked back look he seemed to prefer for business hours. William didn't want to underdress for the occasion, nor did he want to attempt to show him up by overdressing, so he decided on a short-sleeved, gray v-neck, and a charcoal vest to go with a pair of black jeans, and the usual boots he wore when he went out into town. His hair was still lightly gelled from this morning, a few curls having broken free to frame his forehead, giving him nearly just the look he preferred for these types of outings, so he decided to leave it be. Setting the clothes out on his bed, he smirked at the chirp of Liam's replying message and went to go check his phone.
L: …Will, would you like to join me tonight for a cup of coffee?
William chuckled at the formality of the request, picturing the look of chagrin that must have been on the young man's face as he typed it out.
W: There, now, pet. That wasn't so hard, was it?
L: Harder than you might think.
William's eyes widened at that, sensing another Freudian slip in the comment.
W: Heh. More wordplay, Liam? Alright, mate, I'll come…
He sent the message and let the double-entendre hang between them for a second before continuing typing.
W: Send me the address, and I'll meet you there in about half an hour.
*William has left the chat*
Not waiting for Liam's response, he closed out the app and went to get changed. Deciding not to accessorize, he laced up his boots, grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys, and headed out the door, checking for the address as he locked up.
****
Liam stared out the window as he waited for Will to arrive, his head a jumble of confused thoughts as he watched the cars go by. His attempt to reassert himself as the dominant of the two had completely backfired. What was this man doing to him? Typically, if any of his potential partners had shown such brazenness as to challenge him as William had, he would either have promised a swift punishment for their insolence or ended the conversation then and there, moving on to the next match.
Instead, he'd found himself unexplainably aroused by the blonde's chastisement and had caved within mere minutes, acquiescing to the admonishment with a proper invitation. Even now his cock was still half hard…and twitching further to life as a sleek, black Viper pulled into the parking lot and William stepped out of the vehicle, looking like the devil himself had come to tempt him. He had to salvage this spiraling situation and show Will he was always the one in charge; no matter that his hormones seemed to be thinking otherwise the past couple nights.
He couldn't take his eyes off the blonde as he walked through the coffee shop towards him, his resolve already wavering as his gaze drew down the slim frame. William looked nowhere near as bookish as he did in his profile picture, blonde curls framing his face in an almost bed-mussed manner, wire-rimmed glasses obviously traded for contacts. His vest hung open over a tight-fitting tee, teasingly hinting at the muscles hidden beneath the cotton, and his jeans looked painted on, leaving very little to the imagination as Liam's gaze drifted over the slightly bulging crotch. The real surprise in the man's attire, though, were the pair of Doc Martins the skin-tight jeans were tucked into.
Liam adjusted himself, hoping to hide his burgeoning erection in the darker lighting of the corner he'd chosen, and stood, stepping out of the cozy, half-hidden booth both to show off his own choice of attire and as a challenge to the blonde. William's smile, as he stopped in front of him and took in his appearance, threatened to undo him. There was a flush of warmth in his chest at the obvious approval he could see on the blonde's face even in this dim light, and he gulped hard, his cock hardening further in his no-longer loose fitting jeans.
"'Lo, Liam. Nice…belt there, pet. From what I've seen of you so far, can say it's quite fitting."
Liam felt his face heat, and mentally kicked himself for his choice of belt buckle; it was a silver and red piece, with a depiction of a cockatoo beneath the word cocky. He had thought it would be a small hint at his own unwillingness to be the one to back down, but now all it did was bring attention to the exceedingly obvious hard-on tenting his crotch. Willing himself not to take the bait, he nodded curtly and stepped to the side a bit, waving his hand towards the booth.
"Will, nice to meet you face to face. Have a seat."
William's eyebrow quirked, bringing to attention the small scar cutting through the darker hair, and Liam was sure he was going to challenge the request. But, with a soft scoff of laughter and a shake of his head, he obliged, brushing against Liam's side briefly as he edged past him to sit, scooting down halfway around the curved bench seat so that he would still be able to look at Liam when the brunette finally sat down. Heavily.
"You alright, mate?"
"I'm fine."
He was, in fact, not fine. He was floundering. Just that split-second of contact had his cock throbbing and left him regretting the long sleeves of his shirt preventing the feel of skin against skin.
"So, why here? Surely, this can't be what you had in mind when we were talkin' the other night?"
"It wasn't my original plan, no, but since I spent most of the day recovering from last night's celebrations, that'll have to wait. But, I also didn't want to put this off any longer, and I knew this place stays open late on weekends…it usually gets a good crowd for Open Mic Nite." Liam paused, looking intently at Will. "There's something about you, Will, I find myself simultaneously infuriated and intrigued by you, and I don't think that's ever happened before."
"Did I put a kink in your usual routine, pet?" That damned eyebrow lifted again, accompanied with a knowing smirk, and Liam felt a fresh rush of arousal both at the innuendo and the look on Will's face. "You've really never had someone trip you up before, have you?"
Liam shook his head minutely, but before he could speak, William had scooted back across the bench towards him, and he found himself pressed back against the back of the booth, the blonde's hand splayed possessively across his chest. William leaned in until their lips were nearly touching, and Liam's breath caught in his throat, his hands clenching the edge of the seat tightly to resist the urge to pull the man closer. He could smell the lingering scent of mint toothpaste on William's breath as it fanned across his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut as he waited.
"Well, just so's you know, I plan to beat you at your own game…pet."
Liam gave up waiting and tilted his chin up to close the scant distance between them, only to feel himself released from the forceful hand pressing against his chest. Blinking rapidly, he saw Will had quickly returned to his spot and had picked up a menu from the table, his face calm, as if he hadn't just thrown Liam's entire being into utter chaos.
"So, what's good here? Never been here before." William looked over at him, unconcerned with the inner turmoil now swirling through Liam's brain. "Liam, pet?"
"I, uh - huh?"
"I asked what drinks here are good? Anything special they do that other coffee shops don't? It's always best to try something different when going somewhere for the first time, don't you think?"
Liam coughed and pushed his chaotic thoughts aside, attempting to regain his composure.
"Uh, they make a decent Irish coffee." And God, could he use a drink. "Or, there's the creme brulee latte, that's pretty good…"
"Ah, hell, they both sound tempting, but I think I could go for a bit of Irish, Liam." William flashed him that soft smile again, the same mischievous glint in his eyes that had stared out at Liam from his profile photo. "Looks like the waitress is finally coming, try to pull yourself together, yeah?"
Liam blinked again, looking much like a confused puppy, and instinctively sat straighter in his seat as he noticed the approaching woman out of the corner of his eye.
"You ready for that drink now, Sir?" The waitress, a tall, slender brunette with pink and purple streaks running through the long strands, a multitude of piercings in her ears, and a name tag that read Courtney, smiled at the men and turned her attention to Will. "You know, when I first came by to take his order, he told me he was waitin' on someone. Now I can see why he tipped me twenty bucks just to make sure no one tried to take the table from him. All the girls are already drooling over the two of you. One of the guys, too."
"That right? Well, hate to be the bearer of bad news, luv, but I believe we're both spoken for. Up to you whether you wanna burst their bubbles."
Liam felt an unexpected surge of envy at William's use of 'luv' towards the young woman, and frowned at her responding giggle.
"Nah, I think it'll be more fun to let them sit and wonder." Courtney winked at Will, and Liam let out a barely audible growl, causing the blonde to glance over at him. "Think I've taken your attention away from the broody one over here long enough though, so, what can I get you guys?"
"Liam says you make a mean Irish coffee, so…what do you think, pet, bit of the hair of the dog?"
Liam pulled his frowning gaze away from the brunette and looked over at William. The way the night was going, he was mildly surprised that the blonde hadn't automatically ordered for him. If they're situations were reversed, as they should've been, he probably would have.
"Definitely."
William chuckled and turned back to the waitress.
"Two Irish coffees, it is, luv."
Liam growled again as the waitress wrote down their order and watched her through narrowed eyes as she walked away. He could feel William studying him.
"Don't tell me you're jealous, pet."
"What? No!"
"It's alright, Liam, I like my partners a bit possessive. Be a bit of a hypocrite if I didn't. Don't really fancy sharing much, either." Will scooted closer to Liam and laid his hand on the brunette's thigh, the tips of his fingers grazing over Liam's aching cock and pulling a gasp from him. "But remember what I said about manners, pet. Keep the caveman routine to a minimum, yeah?"
Resisting the urge to buck up into the teasing touch of William's hand, Liam met his gaze obstinately. Those blue eyes were sparkling with challenge, daring him, and he did his best to return the look.
"Fine. But no more flirting, either. You're spoken for, remember?"
"Oh, I just love the fire in you, pet. God, I could put you over my knee, right now, see how long it would take to spank the cheek out of you. Behave."
Liam bit back a groan at the threat of punishment, his cock throbbing at the sudden image that flashed through his mind. Not trusting his voice, he simply nodded. Will gave him a pleased smile and he felt that warmth spread through his chest again. He expected William to move away again, but instead he stayed where he was, his knee pressed against Liam’s, his hand still stroking gently along his thigh, fingers straying higher every so often to brush over his hard length.
He still couldn't sort these new emotions awakening inside him; the way it felt when William looked at him in approval, how his cock twitched eagerly at every utterance of pet and how little resistance he put up at each instance of Will taking control. He could feel himself giving in to the need to submit he felt welling up inside himself, and with each passing minute, he was finding it harder to continue caring. He did, however, know that if Will kept up his teasing touches, he would be in danger of embarrassing himself. He couldn’t stop thinking about how those long, slender fingers would feel wrapped around his cock.
William’s hand stilled on his upper thigh as Courtney returned with their drinks, setting them down on the table with a smile.
"Let me know if you two need anything else, or if you decide you wanna join the fun", she pointed over at the small stage towards the middle of the room where a man was sitting on a stool, tuning his guitar. "We've still got a few slots open for the night."
"Will do, ducks, but I'm pretty certain neither of us is really up for entertaining the masses…at least, not tonight."
"Shame."
The waitress walked away and, intrigued by the blonde's comment, Liam found his voice as Will reached for his coffee.
"At least not tonight? Is that a specific interest of yours, entertaining the masses?"
"Well, let's just say, I've been known to perform for others occasionally, and I can usually persuade my partners to participate."
"I usually prefer to just watch the performance, but I find myself feeling more open-minded the longer I'm in your company." Feeling slightly bolder than before, and practically resigning himself to his new urges, Liam lifted his mug in a toast, "here's to trying new things, then."
"Heh, cheers to that, pet." Will raised his mug and tapped it gently against Liam's, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
Liam could hear the performer on stage beginning his number, but his focus remained on William as the blonde took a sip of the concoction. The look that crossed his face as he drank sent a zing of lust racing down Liam's spine, the blatant hunger etched in those sharp features making his mind veer right back to lewd as it threw images of Will in throes of passion at him in record speed.
"Oh, God, that's bloody ambrosia. And definitely enough of a kick to it. You chose well, pet."
"Why does that make me pleased?" Liam blurted the question out without thought, and found himself actually wanting to have it explained. "You…you keep giving me these looks, when I've done something you like - like when I agreed to behave - and I feel this…joy…I've never, and I mean never, enjoyed following orders. So, why is it so different with you?"
"Can't quite explain that for you, Liam. 'S something you're gonna have to figure out in your own time." William set his mug down and stared at Liam, more than a little concern showing in his eyes. "We're not going too fast for you, are we, pet? I don't want you to feel pushed into this; if you feel we need to slow things down, if you need more time to decide, I can wait."
"No. No, I'm done waiting. Sure, I'm confused and…totally thrown by this, but I don't want to keep fighting myself over this. This feels right. I can deal with the rest of it later."
"If you're sure…"
"I am." And he was. He hated feeling like he was being torn in two, trying to deny himself the pleasure he felt whenever William asserted his dominance, the thrill and warmth he felt at his approval. "Will, I don't think I've ever been more sure. I don't know what you've awakened in me, but I can't ignore it now."
William graced him with that approving smile and his hand returned to Liam's thigh as he leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"Told you I'd win, pet." Liam let out a soft moan at the smug voice, and this time, he did buck up into Will's touch as his palm slid over his aching erection. "Now, drink your coffee before it gets too cold to enjoy. And, keep in mind, good pets get treats."
Liam gulped hard as William pulled back and turned his attention to the man on stage. Biting back a whimper at the loss of Will's hand, he complied, picking up the mug and taking a large gulp. The burn of the whiskey steadied him some, and he forced himself to relax as he studied William's profile. What had he gotten himself into?
****
William couldn't have been more pleased with the way the night was going. He'd had first-time submissives before, but none as intrinsically eager to give themselves over as this one. Liam's early recalcitrance to submission had obviously been borne of routine rather than nature, and had easily fallen away with the right incentive. His cock ached at the thought of what he had planned for the brunette.
Sipping slowly at his coffee, he angled himself on the bench so that he could face the stage but keep Liam within his line of sight, keeping his face serenely neutral as he observed the man. Deciding to cut him a little slack, it was their first date, after all, Will turned his attention back to Liam after a few minutes of silence, and struck up a conversation.
The men soon lost themselves in the discussion, the steady change of performers on the stage forgotten as they spoke, mostly about their respective careers. Liam relaxed visibly as he talked, his passion shining through as he explained his position at the prominent company, Wolfram and Hart, and the rush he got when a stock rose at just the right time. William encouraged him, probing with questions, and felt himself enthralled by how animated he became as he discussed the work that went on in the stock market.
The hour grew later, and they ordered a third round of coffees as William went on in-depth about the types of books he dealt in, the procedures of acquisition of some of the more rare texts, the thrill of the hunt as he went from auction house to auction house, determined to out-bid other dealers for some of the extremely limited editions. He spoke of his favorite pieces, of the more curious finds he'd come across in his dealings, and was surprised by how genuinely interested Liam was in work; most people found what he did boring, and he'd expected the brunette to have considered it a stuffy and dry profession.
Before they knew it, it was one a.m., and the last performer for the night was setting up onstage. William set down his empty mug and slid back over to Liam's side.
"How about you be a good pet, settle up the check, and let's get out of here?"
Liam groaned and quickly waved the waitress over, signalling for the check. When Courtney came over, he handed her a few twenties without even looking at the price, just as eager to leave as William. He stepped out of the booth and let Will take the lead, following close behind as they all but ran out of the coffee shop.
As they walked out the door, Will grabbed Liam's hand and, instead of heading to either of their cars, he dragged the brunette around the corner of the cafe. Once they were hidden well within the shadows of the building, he pushed him up against the wall, crushing his lips to Liam's in a bruising kiss.
"Believe I mentioned something about a treat", William whispered against Liam's lips before capturing them again.