Guest Speaker - NC17 - Sam/Lindsey - SPN/AtS
Title: Guest Speaker
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: NC17
Disclaimer: All things SPN belong to Eric Kripke, et al. All things AtS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. Still think Kripke is winning the war for my soul. Damn you, Joss, for not having a series on tv right now!!!!
Pairing: Sam/Lindsey
Notes: For the Sam Slut-a-Thon, Claim: Crossovers, Prompt: #9 - Bottom!Sam
~*~*~
“I know you.”
Tearing his attention away from the incredibly boring text book in front of him, Sam looked up at the man that had spoken. He felt a tiny smile tug at the corner of his lips.
“I was in one of the classes you guest lectured in today, Mr. MacDonald.”
“It’s Lindsey,” he corrected, taking a seat at the small cafeteria table Sam had been occupying for the last hour while he crammed for a test he had at the end of the week. “And that’s not what I meant. I know who you are, Sam Winchester.”
Sam tensed at the use of his full name - something a guest lecturer would have no reason to even know - but remained seated, fighting to keep an easygoing smile on his face. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”
Lindsey laughed, leaning back in his chair. The dark-blue dress shirt that he was wearing stretched tight, tie slipping off-center as Lindsey worked it with his fingers. It loosened and Lindsey pulled it over his head, dropping it into the laptop bag he’d carried with him to the table. It felt like a miniature strip-tease to Sam, who had spent part of the lecture admiring just how good-looking their speaker was. Much too young-looking to be as successful a lawyer as he was.
“I’ll just cut to the chase, then. My firm has had dealings with the supernatural, Sam,” Lindsey said slowly, eyes twinkling with amusement and something more that Sam didn’t quite understand and, to be honest, wasn’t sure he wanted to.
Those little words made Sam sit up a little straighter. His back went tense, and he cursed that desire to be normal that made him leave his room each day without a single weapon to his name. Sam looked around to make sure there was no one nearby that could overhear.
“We’ve had clients that are tied up in things like that,” Lindsey continued with a leisurely shrug of his shoulders and a smirk on his lips.
“You mean like hunters that got caught by the law or something?”
Lindsey’s laugh was like cool silk as it rolled over his skin, Sam decided. It was refreshing and pleasant, with just a hint of danger. It sort of reminded him of his brother’s laugh - the one that always meant trouble. Sam was pretty sure that Lindsey was just that - trouble.
“Sure,” Lindsey responded. “Something like that.”
Sam wasn’t naïve enough to take the words for what they were, to let Lindsey’s implication slide. Before he could ask for clarification however, Lindsey was speaking again.
“The firm was intrigued by the fact that one of John Winchester’s boys was studying to be a lawyer, to be quite honest.” Lindsey smiled, a quick flash of teeth. “You’re the whole reason I complied with the school’s request to lecture today.”
“Me?” Sam asked. “Why?”
“Your knowledge would be beneficial to our firm, and we have no doubt that you’ll make a great lawyer, too.”
Too, the word echoed hollowly around Sam’s brain until he was forced to shake his head to try to dislodge it. He leaned back in his chair, an unconscious mimic of Lindsey, and threaded his hands behind his head. It wasn’t his imagination when Lindsey’s eyes swept over him in one long eye-fuck that left Sam a little breathless, speechless, before Lindsey met his eyes again and smiled. Sam cleared his throat and tried to regain some semblance of calm. It had been a long time since his first - and only - experience with a man, and he wasn’t entirely sure that he was ready to repeat it anytime soon.
Despite what his dick seemed to think. Sam slouched down in his chair to hide just how much he had enjoyed Lindsey’s sweeping look.
“All I want is to be a lawyer,” he told the other man evenly. “No too about it. I’m not interested in consulting work in the supernatural. I gave that up.”
Lindey’s smile didn’t falter, the twinkle didn’t dim in his eyes, and he certainly wasn’t anything but friendly when he opened his mouth and said, “That’s how you feel right now. I can understand your position. But be careful not to burn any bridges - you never know, you might change your mind.”
It was pointless to try to deny it. And, hell, Wolfram and Hart? That place was top notch. He’d be damn lucky to get a position there, and Sam knew it. He offered Lindsey a half-smile and a tight nod of his head.
“Now, what do you say we go get something to eat? Firm’s treat, of course. This being a recruiting trip and all.”
~*~*~
And that was how Sam ended up having the most expensive meal he’d ever had in his entire life, complete with wine and a rich chocolate desert that probably added a pound or two to his frame before he ever left the table.
What Sam wasn’t sure about was how he ended up back at Lindsey’s hotel - penthouse suite - and lying naked in Lindsey’s bed. No, that wasn’t true. He remembered the flirting all through dinner, the little looks and touches. The way Lindsey had leaned forward to say something in his ear, resting a hand on his shoulder, lips so close to his skin that Sam could feel the tickle of warm breath.
Sam could remember the moment when Lindsey had looked at him, completely serious and still flirting, and asked if he wanted to come back to the hotel with him. Sam had understood at that point that Lindsey didn’t mince words when he wanted something. He was used to getting his way, and right then and there, he wanted Sam.
What Sam couldn’t quite figure out is when he had actually made the decision that he was going to allow this to happen. And by this he meant laying naked on Lindsey’s California-king bed, nestled in between pillows that he was sure cost more than Sam personally spent during a month - each - with Lindsey slowly working a single finger into him.
“You ever done this before?” Lindsey asked quietly, brushing a kiss on the inside of Sam’s thigh. The finger inched in further, stretching and easing the tight ring of muscle.
“Once,” Sam managed to respond, gasping as the finger slid out and then in again. Out and in, slowly warming the muscle. “And not this.”
“Not a bottom, Sam?”
“I wasn’t that time,” Sam said needlessly, his hips rocking into that lone digit, unable to deny the fact that right now it looked like he was definitely going to be bottoming. In fact, he was almost looking forward to it with Lindsey looking at him like that while he slowly finger-fucked him open.
The addition of a second finger included the added bonus of Lindsey’s mouth sinking down over the head of Sam’s cock. Sam shook, his body assaulted from all sides until he wasn’t sure if he should push up into Lindsey’s mouth or down onto his fingers. He moved between the two, little dips and thrusts of his hips, alternating between fucking himself on Lindsey’s fingers and fucking Lindsey’s mouth. Fuck, he had pretty lips and those eyes.
Sam squeezed his eyes shut when it got to be too much and flopped down off of his elbows, head once again resting in the middle of all of those expensive pillows. Lindsey’s mouth was a furnace over the head of his cock, sucking it deep into his throat, tongue flickering over and through the slit as he slid back out. Then repeat and repeat and, fuck, Lindsey was stretching him with his fingers again, scissoring the two fingers apart within Sam, stretching him wider than he’d ever been stretched before.
His cock slipped free of Lindsey’s mouth with a wet sound that Sam was sure couldn’t ever be equated with anything other than hotblowjob in his mind. “Like that?”
The sound of Lindsey’s voice, low and sex-rough, was enough to make Sam squirm. He groaned and pushed down onto the fingers, feeling himself slip wider, more open, ready.
“Now,” Sam growled, opening his eyes.
Lindsey ripped open a condom foil with one hand and his teeth, the fingers of his other hand still working Sam’s body. One finger crooked within him, bending and slipping and -
“Oh god, fuck!” Sam’s hips bucked, the finger sliding over that sweet spot within him. He’d heard about that from his first partner but never experienced it himself. Now he knew what all the fuss was about, though. He was shaking. “More.”
Lindsey laughed, smoothing the condom down over his cock. Those fingers moved inside him again, just the barest glance over that spot, and Sam was seeing stars all over again. He was maybe saying something, but then again it could have all just been moaning and whimpering; Sam wasn’t really sure.
The fingers slid free, and then Lindsey was there, the thick blunt head of his cock pushing slowly, so fuck all gently, that Sam groaned out of sheer frustration. He canted his hips up, and Lindsey slipped in another inch or so.
“That how you want it? You want me to fuck you hard? Hmm?”
Sam didn’t have time to speak before Lindsey’s hips slammed down and into him, so he was sort of glad that the answer was yesohyesyesyes. The noise that came from his mouth was half-yelp, half-moan and completely lost in the guttural groan of pleasure that Lindsey made. That noise went straight to Sam’s cock, causing the hard shaft to twitch with a reminder of hey, need attention here, too.
His hand was slapped away when Sam went to fist his cock, though. He felt Lindsey shift, slowly taking up a hard, even rhythm. The harsh slide of slicked condom through his tight channel was a pleasure-pain that Sam wasn’t used to but felt that he could get a handle on if only Lindsey would -
“God, yes,” Sam said with a whiny moan, Lindsey’s rhythm faltering as he pressed in and, ohrightthereplease, rubbed his cock over that spot within Sam that had him seeing stars behind his eyelids.
Lindsey leaned down, forehead to the bed next to Sam’s ear, trapping Sam’s cock between their rocking bodies. Sam pushed up, needing that last little bit of friction that would send him over. He was so hard he could fucking taste that need to come.
“You come work for my firm, and maybe we can do this again.”
Sam’s breath hitched, the words whisper-soft over his earlobe, the flicker of tongue that followed a kiss of sorts. He felt an ache start within him that had nothing to do with that building climax that was working its way up right at that moment through his balls.
A recruitment fuck, his mind filled in the ache. That was all this had been.
His cock didn’t care, though. It flooded with come, and Sam went stiff and trembling as his orgasm broke through him, come shooting up and out. It splashed on his belly, Lindsey’s chest, as the other man continued to rock inside of him, dirty sexy lips whispering encouragement and assurances that Sam didn’t need or want, as though Lindsey didn’t even realize that Sam had figured out his game.
Maybe he didn’t.
Maybe he didn’t care.
He was still shaking from his orgasm, bones going slowly liquid, when Lindsey came. Sam couldn’t help it - as hurt as he was feeling at the duplicity, at thinking he was actually liked when it was nothing more than a ploy to get him to that damned firm - he couldn’t help himself from looking at Lindsey’s face as he came. His eyes were shut, head thrown back. His mouth was open, throat working, but the only sound that came out was a low, husky moan that set Sam’s balls to tightening all over again. He could feel Lindsey’s cock swell within him with every pulse of come that filled the condom separating them.
When it was over, and Lindsey had pulled out - and Sam made a mental note to himself that that did not feel good! - all that was left was post-orgasmic haze and a lingering sense of need to get away that Sam wasn’t about to argue with. He sat up and slid to the edge of the bed, giving Lindsey a look over his shoulder. “I need to get back to the dorm.”
Lindsey nodded, as if he understood. “My card is on the table. Take it with you and call me when you make up your mind.” He threw Sam another one of those wide smiles he’d been flashing all night long. “Don’t forget what I said, all right? You’ll have at least one friend at the firm.”
That look in Lindsey’s eyes that he hadn’t been able to identify earlier? Sam knew it now, he realized as he pulled on his clothes.
Predatory.
And Sam had been the prey.
He took the card, slid it into his wallet, and thanked Lindsey for dinner one more time before slipping out of the room. He ignored that awkward silence that stretched between them now because, fuck, what was there to say?
On the way out of the hotel, he threw the business card away.
END
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: NC17
Disclaimer: All things SPN belong to Eric Kripke, et al. All things AtS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. Still think Kripke is winning the war for my soul. Damn you, Joss, for not having a series on tv right now!!!!
Pairing: Sam/Lindsey
Notes: For the Sam Slut-a-Thon, Claim: Crossovers, Prompt: #9 - Bottom!Sam
~*~*~
“I know you.”
Tearing his attention away from the incredibly boring text book in front of him, Sam looked up at the man that had spoken. He felt a tiny smile tug at the corner of his lips.
“I was in one of the classes you guest lectured in today, Mr. MacDonald.”
“It’s Lindsey,” he corrected, taking a seat at the small cafeteria table Sam had been occupying for the last hour while he crammed for a test he had at the end of the week. “And that’s not what I meant. I know who you are, Sam Winchester.”
Sam tensed at the use of his full name - something a guest lecturer would have no reason to even know - but remained seated, fighting to keep an easygoing smile on his face. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”
Lindsey laughed, leaning back in his chair. The dark-blue dress shirt that he was wearing stretched tight, tie slipping off-center as Lindsey worked it with his fingers. It loosened and Lindsey pulled it over his head, dropping it into the laptop bag he’d carried with him to the table. It felt like a miniature strip-tease to Sam, who had spent part of the lecture admiring just how good-looking their speaker was. Much too young-looking to be as successful a lawyer as he was.
“I’ll just cut to the chase, then. My firm has had dealings with the supernatural, Sam,” Lindsey said slowly, eyes twinkling with amusement and something more that Sam didn’t quite understand and, to be honest, wasn’t sure he wanted to.
Those little words made Sam sit up a little straighter. His back went tense, and he cursed that desire to be normal that made him leave his room each day without a single weapon to his name. Sam looked around to make sure there was no one nearby that could overhear.
“We’ve had clients that are tied up in things like that,” Lindsey continued with a leisurely shrug of his shoulders and a smirk on his lips.
“You mean like hunters that got caught by the law or something?”
Lindsey’s laugh was like cool silk as it rolled over his skin, Sam decided. It was refreshing and pleasant, with just a hint of danger. It sort of reminded him of his brother’s laugh - the one that always meant trouble. Sam was pretty sure that Lindsey was just that - trouble.
“Sure,” Lindsey responded. “Something like that.”
Sam wasn’t naïve enough to take the words for what they were, to let Lindsey’s implication slide. Before he could ask for clarification however, Lindsey was speaking again.
“The firm was intrigued by the fact that one of John Winchester’s boys was studying to be a lawyer, to be quite honest.” Lindsey smiled, a quick flash of teeth. “You’re the whole reason I complied with the school’s request to lecture today.”
“Me?” Sam asked. “Why?”
“Your knowledge would be beneficial to our firm, and we have no doubt that you’ll make a great lawyer, too.”
Too, the word echoed hollowly around Sam’s brain until he was forced to shake his head to try to dislodge it. He leaned back in his chair, an unconscious mimic of Lindsey, and threaded his hands behind his head. It wasn’t his imagination when Lindsey’s eyes swept over him in one long eye-fuck that left Sam a little breathless, speechless, before Lindsey met his eyes again and smiled. Sam cleared his throat and tried to regain some semblance of calm. It had been a long time since his first - and only - experience with a man, and he wasn’t entirely sure that he was ready to repeat it anytime soon.
Despite what his dick seemed to think. Sam slouched down in his chair to hide just how much he had enjoyed Lindsey’s sweeping look.
“All I want is to be a lawyer,” he told the other man evenly. “No too about it. I’m not interested in consulting work in the supernatural. I gave that up.”
Lindey’s smile didn’t falter, the twinkle didn’t dim in his eyes, and he certainly wasn’t anything but friendly when he opened his mouth and said, “That’s how you feel right now. I can understand your position. But be careful not to burn any bridges - you never know, you might change your mind.”
It was pointless to try to deny it. And, hell, Wolfram and Hart? That place was top notch. He’d be damn lucky to get a position there, and Sam knew it. He offered Lindsey a half-smile and a tight nod of his head.
“Now, what do you say we go get something to eat? Firm’s treat, of course. This being a recruiting trip and all.”
~*~*~
And that was how Sam ended up having the most expensive meal he’d ever had in his entire life, complete with wine and a rich chocolate desert that probably added a pound or two to his frame before he ever left the table.
What Sam wasn’t sure about was how he ended up back at Lindsey’s hotel - penthouse suite - and lying naked in Lindsey’s bed. No, that wasn’t true. He remembered the flirting all through dinner, the little looks and touches. The way Lindsey had leaned forward to say something in his ear, resting a hand on his shoulder, lips so close to his skin that Sam could feel the tickle of warm breath.
Sam could remember the moment when Lindsey had looked at him, completely serious and still flirting, and asked if he wanted to come back to the hotel with him. Sam had understood at that point that Lindsey didn’t mince words when he wanted something. He was used to getting his way, and right then and there, he wanted Sam.
What Sam couldn’t quite figure out is when he had actually made the decision that he was going to allow this to happen. And by this he meant laying naked on Lindsey’s California-king bed, nestled in between pillows that he was sure cost more than Sam personally spent during a month - each - with Lindsey slowly working a single finger into him.
“You ever done this before?” Lindsey asked quietly, brushing a kiss on the inside of Sam’s thigh. The finger inched in further, stretching and easing the tight ring of muscle.
“Once,” Sam managed to respond, gasping as the finger slid out and then in again. Out and in, slowly warming the muscle. “And not this.”
“Not a bottom, Sam?”
“I wasn’t that time,” Sam said needlessly, his hips rocking into that lone digit, unable to deny the fact that right now it looked like he was definitely going to be bottoming. In fact, he was almost looking forward to it with Lindsey looking at him like that while he slowly finger-fucked him open.
The addition of a second finger included the added bonus of Lindsey’s mouth sinking down over the head of Sam’s cock. Sam shook, his body assaulted from all sides until he wasn’t sure if he should push up into Lindsey’s mouth or down onto his fingers. He moved between the two, little dips and thrusts of his hips, alternating between fucking himself on Lindsey’s fingers and fucking Lindsey’s mouth. Fuck, he had pretty lips and those eyes.
Sam squeezed his eyes shut when it got to be too much and flopped down off of his elbows, head once again resting in the middle of all of those expensive pillows. Lindsey’s mouth was a furnace over the head of his cock, sucking it deep into his throat, tongue flickering over and through the slit as he slid back out. Then repeat and repeat and, fuck, Lindsey was stretching him with his fingers again, scissoring the two fingers apart within Sam, stretching him wider than he’d ever been stretched before.
His cock slipped free of Lindsey’s mouth with a wet sound that Sam was sure couldn’t ever be equated with anything other than hotblowjob in his mind. “Like that?”
The sound of Lindsey’s voice, low and sex-rough, was enough to make Sam squirm. He groaned and pushed down onto the fingers, feeling himself slip wider, more open, ready.
“Now,” Sam growled, opening his eyes.
Lindsey ripped open a condom foil with one hand and his teeth, the fingers of his other hand still working Sam’s body. One finger crooked within him, bending and slipping and -
“Oh god, fuck!” Sam’s hips bucked, the finger sliding over that sweet spot within him. He’d heard about that from his first partner but never experienced it himself. Now he knew what all the fuss was about, though. He was shaking. “More.”
Lindsey laughed, smoothing the condom down over his cock. Those fingers moved inside him again, just the barest glance over that spot, and Sam was seeing stars all over again. He was maybe saying something, but then again it could have all just been moaning and whimpering; Sam wasn’t really sure.
The fingers slid free, and then Lindsey was there, the thick blunt head of his cock pushing slowly, so fuck all gently, that Sam groaned out of sheer frustration. He canted his hips up, and Lindsey slipped in another inch or so.
“That how you want it? You want me to fuck you hard? Hmm?”
Sam didn’t have time to speak before Lindsey’s hips slammed down and into him, so he was sort of glad that the answer was yesohyesyesyes. The noise that came from his mouth was half-yelp, half-moan and completely lost in the guttural groan of pleasure that Lindsey made. That noise went straight to Sam’s cock, causing the hard shaft to twitch with a reminder of hey, need attention here, too.
His hand was slapped away when Sam went to fist his cock, though. He felt Lindsey shift, slowly taking up a hard, even rhythm. The harsh slide of slicked condom through his tight channel was a pleasure-pain that Sam wasn’t used to but felt that he could get a handle on if only Lindsey would -
“God, yes,” Sam said with a whiny moan, Lindsey’s rhythm faltering as he pressed in and, ohrightthereplease, rubbed his cock over that spot within Sam that had him seeing stars behind his eyelids.
Lindsey leaned down, forehead to the bed next to Sam’s ear, trapping Sam’s cock between their rocking bodies. Sam pushed up, needing that last little bit of friction that would send him over. He was so hard he could fucking taste that need to come.
“You come work for my firm, and maybe we can do this again.”
Sam’s breath hitched, the words whisper-soft over his earlobe, the flicker of tongue that followed a kiss of sorts. He felt an ache start within him that had nothing to do with that building climax that was working its way up right at that moment through his balls.
A recruitment fuck, his mind filled in the ache. That was all this had been.
His cock didn’t care, though. It flooded with come, and Sam went stiff and trembling as his orgasm broke through him, come shooting up and out. It splashed on his belly, Lindsey’s chest, as the other man continued to rock inside of him, dirty sexy lips whispering encouragement and assurances that Sam didn’t need or want, as though Lindsey didn’t even realize that Sam had figured out his game.
Maybe he didn’t.
Maybe he didn’t care.
He was still shaking from his orgasm, bones going slowly liquid, when Lindsey came. Sam couldn’t help it - as hurt as he was feeling at the duplicity, at thinking he was actually liked when it was nothing more than a ploy to get him to that damned firm - he couldn’t help himself from looking at Lindsey’s face as he came. His eyes were shut, head thrown back. His mouth was open, throat working, but the only sound that came out was a low, husky moan that set Sam’s balls to tightening all over again. He could feel Lindsey’s cock swell within him with every pulse of come that filled the condom separating them.
When it was over, and Lindsey had pulled out - and Sam made a mental note to himself that that did not feel good! - all that was left was post-orgasmic haze and a lingering sense of need to get away that Sam wasn’t about to argue with. He sat up and slid to the edge of the bed, giving Lindsey a look over his shoulder. “I need to get back to the dorm.”
Lindsey nodded, as if he understood. “My card is on the table. Take it with you and call me when you make up your mind.” He threw Sam another one of those wide smiles he’d been flashing all night long. “Don’t forget what I said, all right? You’ll have at least one friend at the firm.”
That look in Lindsey’s eyes that he hadn’t been able to identify earlier? Sam knew it now, he realized as he pulled on his clothes.
Predatory.
And Sam had been the prey.
He took the card, slid it into his wallet, and thanked Lindsey for dinner one more time before slipping out of the room. He ignored that awkward silence that stretched between them now because, fuck, what was there to say?
On the way out of the hotel, he threw the business card away.
END