Gunnficathon story
I'm posting a day early since I'll be out of town. This is for the Gunnficathon hosted by girlflesh.
I wrote for rebeccashf who requested Gunn/Lindsey friendship (or more). She wanted at least one reference to "Twelve Angry Men" as well as country music.
It's rated R, but probably would PG-13 in the theaters these days. :) I hope you like it, Rebecca.
A big thank you to knotted_rose for her wonderful suggestions and a few great lines. :)
A Pound of Pennies
Lindsey stood outside Gunn's door wondering if he could go through with this. He'd done a lot over the years to get ahead. He wasn't going back to being nobody. He hadn't come this far to fall. After a few months of punishment -- he shivered at the memories -- the Senior Partners had finally let him go. Of course, they'd seen to it that he wouldn't be able to hide from them ever again.
His wounds had barely healed before he found himself standing here ready to propose a partnership with Charles Gunn. He was prepared to do whatever was necessary to get Gunn on his side. He knew the guy was on the outs with Angel and the others, but he also knew that Angel wouldn't turn his back on the guy forever. If Lindsey wanted to survive he needed protection from Angel. So he'd come to Gunn.
***
Gunn was laying on the sofa watching Twelve Angry Men when he heard the knock at his door. He wondered who would be visiting him at such an early hour. A few months ago it might have been Angel or Wesley, but not these days. He hadn't exactly been fired, but he'd certainly been shown the door and told not to come back to the office anytime soon.
The knocking persisted and Gunn figured whoever it was wasn't going to leave until they’d spoken to him. As soon as he opened the door he remembered why peepholes had been invented.
“No,” he said. “Whatever you're selling, I'm not buying.” He went to close the door but was stopped by a foot in the way.
“Aw, come on Charles, don't be like that. We're in the same club now.”
“I don't know what kind of game you're playing, Lindsey, but I don't want any part of it.”
Lindsey entered the apartment and closed the door behind him. “I can help you if you let me. We're both on the outside now, but I've been doing it a lot longer than you have.”
Gunn ignored him and went to the kitchen to make coffee. It was too early to deal with this crap. Lindsey? Knocking on the door at what? 6:30 in the morning? He'd seen a lot in his years with Angel and had learned to expect the unexpected, but this? Nothing could have prepared him for this.
As he stared at the coffee dripping into the pot, he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hey man, I'm not trying to cause trouble. I just thought we might be able to help each other out, ya know? Two lawyers, both out of a job, both with experience working with evil, knowledge of human and demonic laws. We could start our own firm.”
“I'm not out of a job, Lindsey.”
“Right. And I'm the Senior Partners' favorite staff member.” Lindsey rolled his eyes then smiled that good ol' boy smile of his. “Give me break, Charles. You know they're not going to treat you the same ever again.”
“Maybe not, but pairing up with you? That sure as hell ain't gonna get me back in their good graces.”
***
Lindsey woke with the setting sun and slipped out of Gunn's bed with a smirk on his face. Gunn had been so resistant to the idea of even talking about working with him. He didn't seem to mind letting Lindsey suck him off, though. Lindsey wasn't sure sex would work with Gunn, but apparently Wesley wasn't the only one in Angel's little family who didn't mind sleeping with the enemy. He entered the bathroom with a grin on his face.
Gunn woke to the sound of the shower running. He sat up and took in the tangled bedding, the lube on the night table, the extra clothes on the floor. “Shit,” he sighed as fell back onto his pillow. “What the fuck was I thinking?”
He scrubbed his face with his hands, hoisted himself out of the bed, and slid on the jeans next to the bed. “Shit,” he muttered again as he realized the pants he'd grabbed weren't his. He shucked them off and grabbed a pair of sweats out of the dresser. Coffee. He needed coffee. Of course, as he headed to the kitchen and noticed the clothes strewn along the way, he was reminded that it was coffee that had got him in this mess to begin with.
As he walked through the living room he realized he'd left on the television. He leaned over to turn it off, smirking at the program--The Dukes of Hazzard. He continued into the kitchen softly singing to himself, “Just the good ol' boys, never meanin’ no harm...” And now he had a good old boy in his shower. *grin*
“Beats all you ever saw, been in trouble with the law, since the day they was born.”
Gunn thought back to the sudden kiss Lindsey had pressed to his lips when he'd offered the man a cup of coffee that morning. The sex had been great -- incredible in fact -- but there was no way it was going to happen again. And there was even less chance that he was going to work with the man.
“Makin’ their waaaayyyy, the only way they know how--“
“That’s just a little bit more, than the law will allow.”
Gunn spun around to find Lindsey smiling in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist and a few drops of water running down his chest. Damn. Gunn couldn't help but stare at a drop of water at the edge of Lindsey's nipple. “Waylon Jennings? I never would have guessed. You don’t strike me as the country music type, no offense.”
“TV,” Gunn answered, as if that were the answer to everything. He was too distracted by the muscles across Lindsey’s chest to say much more.
“Right. Got a cup for me?” Lindsey nodded at the coffee.
“Umm... sure.” Gunn turned back to the counter and poured a cup. Get a grip, he thought. When he turned around to give it to Lindsey he found the man standing right behind him -- a sly grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye. The whole image was so surreal Gunn thought he must be dreaming. This shit just didn't happen in real life.
“Thanks,” Lindsey whispered as he dropped a soft kiss to Gunn's mouth. He moved to deepen the kiss, but Gunn stepped away. Lindsey wasn't going to be denied, however, and stepped in again, pinning Gunn to the counter, trapping the taller man’s hips. Deja vu.
“Umm... morning.” Gunn found himself floundering for words.
“Evening, actually.” Lindsey sipped his coffee. “So, about this partnership thing? You ready to listen or do I need to suck your brains out through your cock again?” He emphasized his words by rocking his hips against Gunn’s.
Maybe Gunn should give the guy a chance. Who knew, maybe he had something legitimate in mind? And, hey, why pass up a good blowjob? After all, in for a penny, in for a pound. Right?
Later, Gunn would wonder if perhaps that mind enhancement procedure he'd had had relocated his brains to his dick. Lindsey would smile and wonder if Gunn had had the dick enhancement procedure he himself had considered a few years earlier. But for now, they were both happy to go along for the ride.
The End
I wrote for rebeccashf who requested Gunn/Lindsey friendship (or more). She wanted at least one reference to "Twelve Angry Men" as well as country music.
It's rated R, but probably would PG-13 in the theaters these days. :) I hope you like it, Rebecca.
A big thank you to knotted_rose for her wonderful suggestions and a few great lines. :)
A Pound of Pennies
Lindsey stood outside Gunn's door wondering if he could go through with this. He'd done a lot over the years to get ahead. He wasn't going back to being nobody. He hadn't come this far to fall. After a few months of punishment -- he shivered at the memories -- the Senior Partners had finally let him go. Of course, they'd seen to it that he wouldn't be able to hide from them ever again.
His wounds had barely healed before he found himself standing here ready to propose a partnership with Charles Gunn. He was prepared to do whatever was necessary to get Gunn on his side. He knew the guy was on the outs with Angel and the others, but he also knew that Angel wouldn't turn his back on the guy forever. If Lindsey wanted to survive he needed protection from Angel. So he'd come to Gunn.
***
Gunn was laying on the sofa watching Twelve Angry Men when he heard the knock at his door. He wondered who would be visiting him at such an early hour. A few months ago it might have been Angel or Wesley, but not these days. He hadn't exactly been fired, but he'd certainly been shown the door and told not to come back to the office anytime soon.
The knocking persisted and Gunn figured whoever it was wasn't going to leave until they’d spoken to him. As soon as he opened the door he remembered why peepholes had been invented.
“No,” he said. “Whatever you're selling, I'm not buying.” He went to close the door but was stopped by a foot in the way.
“Aw, come on Charles, don't be like that. We're in the same club now.”
“I don't know what kind of game you're playing, Lindsey, but I don't want any part of it.”
Lindsey entered the apartment and closed the door behind him. “I can help you if you let me. We're both on the outside now, but I've been doing it a lot longer than you have.”
Gunn ignored him and went to the kitchen to make coffee. It was too early to deal with this crap. Lindsey? Knocking on the door at what? 6:30 in the morning? He'd seen a lot in his years with Angel and had learned to expect the unexpected, but this? Nothing could have prepared him for this.
As he stared at the coffee dripping into the pot, he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hey man, I'm not trying to cause trouble. I just thought we might be able to help each other out, ya know? Two lawyers, both out of a job, both with experience working with evil, knowledge of human and demonic laws. We could start our own firm.”
“I'm not out of a job, Lindsey.”
“Right. And I'm the Senior Partners' favorite staff member.” Lindsey rolled his eyes then smiled that good ol' boy smile of his. “Give me break, Charles. You know they're not going to treat you the same ever again.”
“Maybe not, but pairing up with you? That sure as hell ain't gonna get me back in their good graces.”
***
Lindsey woke with the setting sun and slipped out of Gunn's bed with a smirk on his face. Gunn had been so resistant to the idea of even talking about working with him. He didn't seem to mind letting Lindsey suck him off, though. Lindsey wasn't sure sex would work with Gunn, but apparently Wesley wasn't the only one in Angel's little family who didn't mind sleeping with the enemy. He entered the bathroom with a grin on his face.
Gunn woke to the sound of the shower running. He sat up and took in the tangled bedding, the lube on the night table, the extra clothes on the floor. “Shit,” he sighed as fell back onto his pillow. “What the fuck was I thinking?”
He scrubbed his face with his hands, hoisted himself out of the bed, and slid on the jeans next to the bed. “Shit,” he muttered again as he realized the pants he'd grabbed weren't his. He shucked them off and grabbed a pair of sweats out of the dresser. Coffee. He needed coffee. Of course, as he headed to the kitchen and noticed the clothes strewn along the way, he was reminded that it was coffee that had got him in this mess to begin with.
As he walked through the living room he realized he'd left on the television. He leaned over to turn it off, smirking at the program--The Dukes of Hazzard. He continued into the kitchen softly singing to himself, “Just the good ol' boys, never meanin’ no harm...” And now he had a good old boy in his shower. *grin*
“Beats all you ever saw, been in trouble with the law, since the day they was born.”
Gunn thought back to the sudden kiss Lindsey had pressed to his lips when he'd offered the man a cup of coffee that morning. The sex had been great -- incredible in fact -- but there was no way it was going to happen again. And there was even less chance that he was going to work with the man.
“Makin’ their waaaayyyy, the only way they know how--“
“That’s just a little bit more, than the law will allow.”
Gunn spun around to find Lindsey smiling in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist and a few drops of water running down his chest. Damn. Gunn couldn't help but stare at a drop of water at the edge of Lindsey's nipple. “Waylon Jennings? I never would have guessed. You don’t strike me as the country music type, no offense.”
“TV,” Gunn answered, as if that were the answer to everything. He was too distracted by the muscles across Lindsey’s chest to say much more.
“Right. Got a cup for me?” Lindsey nodded at the coffee.
“Umm... sure.” Gunn turned back to the counter and poured a cup. Get a grip, he thought. When he turned around to give it to Lindsey he found the man standing right behind him -- a sly grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye. The whole image was so surreal Gunn thought he must be dreaming. This shit just didn't happen in real life.
“Thanks,” Lindsey whispered as he dropped a soft kiss to Gunn's mouth. He moved to deepen the kiss, but Gunn stepped away. Lindsey wasn't going to be denied, however, and stepped in again, pinning Gunn to the counter, trapping the taller man’s hips. Deja vu.
“Umm... morning.” Gunn found himself floundering for words.
“Evening, actually.” Lindsey sipped his coffee. “So, about this partnership thing? You ready to listen or do I need to suck your brains out through your cock again?” He emphasized his words by rocking his hips against Gunn’s.
Maybe Gunn should give the guy a chance. Who knew, maybe he had something legitimate in mind? And, hey, why pass up a good blowjob? After all, in for a penny, in for a pound. Right?
Later, Gunn would wonder if perhaps that mind enhancement procedure he'd had had relocated his brains to his dick. Lindsey would smile and wonder if Gunn had had the dick enhancement procedure he himself had considered a few years earlier. But for now, they were both happy to go along for the ride.
The End