Ok, I have finally emerged from the addictive, protective cocoon that is RPG to <b>finally</b> write some fic.  Yay me!!  How weird is it to go from writing with someone else in first person, present tense, to writing by yourself in third person, past tense.  If this sucks, I'm blaming it on that.  *g*  <br /><br />So more fic from me, I hope you like.  Big thanks to <span class='ljuser' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=slave_o_spike'><img src='http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0;' /></a><a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/slave_o_spike/'><b>slave_o_spike</b></a></span> for the beta.  *big smoochies*<br /><br />The song in this chapter is "Control" by Puddle of Mudd.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />Title:  Rock'n' Roll Lifestyle<br />Author: Janet Lynn (janet324@comcast.net)	<br />Rating: NC-17<br />Pairing: Spike/Angel sort of <br />Website:  <a href="http://www.geocities.com/stricken_girl/FortheFaithfulEntrance.htm">http://www.geocities.com/stricken_g<wbr />irl/FortheFaithfulEntrance.htm</a><br />Songs indicated by <i>italics</i>.<br /><br />Chapter Six<br /><br />Will rolled over and looked at the clock.  Nine am.  A truly ungodly hour for any self respecting rock god to be awake.  But the smell of french toast and fresh coffee had roused him from his sleep and there was no way he was heading back to dreamland now.<br /><br />Reluctantly, he rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants before he slowly made his way downstairs.  He was scratching his head and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he turned the corner and realized just why his father was cooking.<br /><br />There, on the couch, sat Angel, flanked by Xander and Oz, all of them hunched over a photo album, no doubt full of embarrassing baby pictures.<br /><br />"Oh my god, Will," Xander cried as soon as the young punk came into view.  "You were so cute!  I miss your curly hair."<br /><br />"Da!" Will all but whined and rushed into the kitchen to hopefully cover the blush creeping over his cheeks.  Once he was face to face with his beaming father, he began to complain, "I can't believe you pulled out the photo albums.  You are going to totally screw up my rocker image with my naked ass in the air and the curly hair and glasses."<br /><br />"But it's such a cute little ass," Xander teased from the other room.<br /><br />Will groaned and dropped his head, staring at his bare feet.  'This sucks,' is all he could think.  Luckily, breakfast was ready and Rupert happily called his guests in to eat.  The boys all clambered around for position and soon they were in place, Rupert at the head of the table, Xander and Oz on one side and Angel and Will on the other.  They ate the tasty food and demolished the coffee in no time as they told stories from when Will, Xander and Oz had been young.<br /><br />Finally unable to take it any longer, Will got up from the table and dumped his plate and mug in the sink.  "Well, I think I'm going to go upstairs and grab a shower while you three completely embarrass Angel with these obviously fabricated stories."<br /><br />All four men at the table laughed as the sullen young man made his way upstairs.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<wbr />~~~~~~<br /><br />After his shower, Will quickly went back to his room and set about putting Spike firmly into place.  He felt safer, more secure when his alter-ego was in charge.  Finally feeling like he could safely leave his room without suffering too many more indignities, he stepped out of his room...and straight into Angel.<br /><br />"Sorry, luv.  Didn't know you were there."<br /><br />Angel smiled down at his friend.  "No problem.  I hope you weren't too embarrassed by all that.  It was really nice to get to know your dad and some of your history.  You have really great friends."<br /><br />Will smiled.  It was nice to know that they hadn't completely scared his friend away.  "You up here to take a shower?"<br /><br />"Yeah," Angel replied, as he obviously checked out the 'Spike garb'.  "Your dad's downstairs right now setting up the film projector to show us some home movies when I'm done.<br /><br />Will just rolled his eyes heavenward and groaned, "Oh, bloody hell!"<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<wbr />~     <br /><br />The boys spent most of the day together, hanging out, telling stories, just generally goofing around.  Rupert hadn't been so happy in a long time.  It was nice to have young people in his home again.  Besides, Will really seemed to enjoy himself, even if he protested for the major part of the day.<br /><br />Finally, it was time to head over to the party.  All four boys rode over in Oz's van and Angel just couldn't help but make comments about the shag carpet covering the floor, walls and roof of the back of what Xander dubbed "the love machine".  Will and Angel sat side by side in the back, leaning against the soft wall, trying not to be squished by the equipment pressing them toward each other.  Will noticed that every time they almost touched, Angel made sure to move away.  He wasn't sure why, but he had a feeling that Angel was making an effort not to touch him.<br /><br />They arrived at Lindsey's and as they began unloading the equipment, Gunn came out with a beautiful young girl under each arm. <br /><br />"Hey guys," he shouted as he approached.  "'Bout time you got here.  Lindsey's been bitching for over an hour."<br /><br />They four confused men looked at each other, each hoping for an explanation.  "But he told us to be here at nine and it's only a quarter 'til," Oz complained.<br /><br />"Yeah, people started showing up early and he wants some tunes."<br /><br />Xander rolled his eyes and started to quickly unload the van.  The five men made quick work of setting up, ready to get started.  Just as Will turned toward the mic, Lindsey stalked up and growled, "About fucking time you guys showed up.  Made me look like an ass with no band here."<br /><br />"You didn't need that to look like an ass," Xander grumbled under his breath.  Gunn snickered and Oz threw his boyfriend a look that said, 'Shut up'.  Will turned on the charm and Spike purred, "Lindsey.  You know what they say about the fashionably late.  By the time we're done, everyone will be happy and you'll end up smelling like roses, k?"<br /><br />Lindsey simply snorted and, turning quickly on one heel, stalked away from the band and toward the bar.<br /><br />Spike turned and grinned at the band.  "Let's do this thing!"<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<wbr />~~~~~~   <br /><br />Spike sang and the band played as the gang of teenagers and young adults wandered around, drank, tried to talk and make out.  It was different from when they played the clubs, but it was still fun.  Spike enjoyed the fact that he could see Angel better in this atmosphere.  The brunet stood by himself in the corner of the room they were playing in, just watching him.  Every once in a while, someone would walk over to talk to him or hand him a drink, but Angel would just politely accept what they gave him and turned his attention back to Spike and the band.<br /><br />Spike sidled up to the mic and purred to the crowd, "Last one of the night, people.  Enjoy yourselves."<br /><br /><i>I love the way you look at me<br />I feel the pain you place inside<br />Lock me up inside ya dirty cage<br />While I'm alone inside my mind<br /><br />I like to teach you all the rules<br />I'd get to see them set in stone<br />I like it when you chain me to the bed<br />There ya secrets never shone<br /><br />I need to feel you<br />You need to feel me<br />I can't control you<br />You're not the one for me, no<br /><br />I can't control you<br />You can't control me<br />I need to feel you<br />So why's it involve<br /><br />I love the way you rape my skin<br />I feel the hate you place inside<br />I need to get your voice out of my head<br />Cause I'm the guy you'll never find<br /><br />I'm faking all of the rules<br />There's no expressions on your face<br />I'm hoping some day you will let me go<br />Release me from my dirty cage<br /><br />I need to feel you<br />You need to feel me<br />I can't control you<br />You're not the one for me, no<br /><br />I can't control you<br />You can't control me<br />I need to feel you<br />So why's it involve...you and me..<br /><br />I love the way you look at me<br />I love the way you smack my ass<br />I love the dirty things you do<br />I have control of you<br /><br />I love the way you look at me<br />I love the way you smack my ass<br />I love the dirty things you do<br />I have control of you<br /><br />I need to feel you<br />You need to feel me<br />I can't control you<br />You're not the one for me, no<br /><br />I can't control you<br />You can't control me<br />I need to feel you<br />So why's it involve you and me...<br /><br />You're not the one for me, no<br />You're not the one for me, no</i><br /><br />They were finished and the crowd went...well, not wild, but at least moderately beyond the norm.  Spike was bounding off the makeshift stage and toward Angel before the other guys could even get away from their instruments.  As Spike approached, Angel held out a cup filled with beer.  <br /><br />"Great job," Angel said with a smile as he quickly pulled his hand away, his fingers not even brushing Spike's as he handed over the drink.  "You sounded great."<br /><br />"Glad you thought so," Will said quietly, surprised at his own embarrassment at the compliment.<br /><br />Xander and Oz watched the exchange before Gunn came over and asked, "Anyone need a ride, 'cause I'm out of here."<br /><br />"What?" Angel asked, "You're not sticking around?"<br /><br />Gunn looked over his shoulder at the two scantily clad coeds smiling and giggling at him.  "Nope.  Got places to go, people to do."<br /><br />The four remaining guys laughed as their horndog drummer walked away.  Xander turned toward Angel and pouted.  "So, what?  You'll get a drink for Spike and not us?  That's discrimination, man!" <br /><br />Will smirked as Angel blushed and stammered for a few seconds before he stopped and smiled.  "What do you two want?"<br /><br />"Beer," Xander and Oz both chimed in unison as Angel laughed and playful smacked Xander on the shoulder as he headed toward the bar.  Will watched as his friend walked away, only to have his thoughts disrupted by a quiet snicker.  He turned to see Oz quietly laughing at him.  "What?" he asked indignantly.<br /><br />"He likes you."<br /><br />Will stared in shock at his two friends.  "What are you talking about?  He hasn't even touched me all day."<br /><br />"Exactly," Oz proclaimed triumphantly.  <br /><br />Will knew he friend could be laconic, but this was ridiculous.  He looked at Xander and asked, "Translation, please?"<br /><br />Xander sighed.  "Ok.  So it's like this.  Say you only like chocolate a little bit, like a friend or something.  So when someone gives you a whole bowl of M&Ms, you're cool if you only have one or two, no big deal.  But let's say you <b>really</b> like chocolate and want to get to know it better.  So you can't have just one or two M&Ms. You know if you have one, you'll want another, and then another.  So you're M&Ms and Angel <i>really</i> likes chocolate."<br /><br />The analogy was completely lost on Will and he turned pleading eyes back to his redheaded friend.<br /><br />Oz smiled gently.  "Angel likes you and he's afraid that if he touches you, even innocently, he'll do more.  Maybe more than you'd find appropriate."<br /><br />"That's what I just said," Xander exasperated.<br /><br />"How do you figure that?" Will asked, suddenly curious about this new theory.  <br /><br />"Well," Xander began.  "You sat next to each other all day at your house and I don't think we ever saw you touch, even just to have your knees brush against each other.  Then in the van, you two were crammed back there with the equipment and stuff, but there was still the theoretical daylight shining between you.  Even when Oz took that one corner <b>way</b> too sharp, he reached out and braced himself on one of the amps instead of your knee, which was way closer."<br /><br />Will took all of this in.  He thought back over the day and they were right.  Angel <b>never</b> touched him, no matter how close they were or how much encouragement Will gave him.  He opened his mouth to ask another question when the object of his confusion approached, two full cups of beer in his hands.<br /><br />"Here you go," Angel said, handing over the liquid happiness and Xander reached over, slapping him on the shoulder.  <br /><br />"Thanks, big guy," he said with a smile as he grabbed Oz's elbow and started pulling him toward a secluded, unoccupied corner.  "See you two later.  Don't forget the M&Ms."<br /><br />Will knew he was blushing and he fought down the urge to walk over to Xander and punch his lights out.<br /><br />"What was that about?" Angel asked as the couple walked away.<br /><br />"Nothing," Will grumbled.  "Let's go find a place to sit or something."  They walked away into the crowd and Will thought he could almost feel the hand that hovered over the small of his back, threatening to touch, but not quite daring to.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<wbr />~~~~     <br /><br />They sat and talked for a long time but Will was getting anxious. Oz and Xander's little M&M talk had just about drove him crazy with suspicion and he seemed to be turning every glance, every non-touch into a sign.  He sighed and knocked back the last of his drink.<br /><br />"You alright?" Angel asked, concerned.  "You seem a little...off tonight."<br /><br />"Sorry, " Will apologized to his dark eyed friend.  "Something Xander and Oz said just set me off is all.  It'll all be good again soon."  <i> 'As soon as I get my hands around Xander's stupid neck.'</i><br /><br />"You want another?" Angel asked indicating the empty cup in Will's hand.  <br /><br />"Sure."  Will looked around, not surprised to see Xander and Oz slipping out of the house, tangled tight in each other's arms.  Heading out to the van, most likely.  He watched as they left and suddenly he realized that Angel had yet to return.  Looking around the room, Will felt his blood boil when he saw who had Angel cornered by the bar...Lindsey.<br /><br />Stalking toward the chatting couple, Will pushed a couple of chatty, too happy girls out of the way toward his goal.  Just as he thought, Lindsey was standing way too close, talking way too quietly, flirting way too much with his...what?  What could Will call Angel?  His friend...more?  He wasn't sure, but he knew he didn't like Lindsey standing so close to his...Angel.<br /><br />"Hey," he said, trying to sound calm and nonchalant as he approached the two men.  <br /><br />Lindsey turned and snarled but Angel smiled at Will.  "What do you want, Spike?  Can't you see I'm talking to Angel?" Lindsey said, ignoring the blonde punk as he stared at Angel, rubbing a hand down Angel's arm.  <br /><br />"Well, <i>Lindsey,</i>" Spike snarked back.  "Angel came here with me, so if you don't mind, I'm just going to take my friend and go."<br /><br />Spike was thrown a little when Lindsey started to laugh.  The lawyer 'wanna be' turned to Angel and smirked as he leaned in just that much closer, "What?  You're not going to get very far with 'straight boy' here."<br /><br />Angel chuckled lightly and pulled away from Lindsey before turning his attention to Will.  Slowly, he started leaning toward the gaping blonde.  "I don't know about that.  What do you think, <i>straight boy</i>?"<br /><br />Will gasped as Angel leaned in impossibly closer, just like he had when they had kissed the night before.  He parted his lips in anticipation, but he was shocked when Angel was suddenly pulled away.  He saw red as he watched Lindsey wrap his hand around the back of Angel's neck and pull him down as he said, "Well, you'd be missing one sweet, sure thing here."<br /><br />Will felt Spike take over and he couldn't stop himself before he hauled his arm back and was swinging his clenched fist at Lindsey's jaw.  The blow connected hard and an unsuspecting Lindsey went flying to the side.  He flew right into Larry, the school's quarterback and jerk extraordinaire.  Larry took offense to whoever spilled his beer all over his girlfriend, never mind that it was the party's host.  He pushed Lindsey into Percy, who was upset that his make out session was disturbed and he took a swing that knocked someone else down.<br /><br />Will looked around at the confusion as the whole place broke out in a fight.  He grabbed Angel's hand and dragged him out of the mêlée and into the night air.  They stopped for a minute to laugh and Angel said, "Well, now what?"<br /><br />"Now we get the hell out of here.  Lindsey will be wicked pissed and will be out here any second."<br /><br />"So, how do we get back to your house?" Angel asked, swaying slightly from the amount of alcohol in his system.<br /><br />"Well, let's see...perfect!  Xander and Oz are still here."  Will pulled Angel over to Oz's van, hoping that their friends were inside, getting high, and they could make a quick getaway before Lindsey found them.  But as they approached the van, they realized that their friends <b>weren't</b> getting high...at least not like that.<br /><br />Will and Angel stopped, side by side, frozen at the sounds coming from the back of the van.<br /><br />"Oh god.  Fuck, Oz, yeah."<br /><br />"So sweet, Xander.  So good."<br /><br />Will blushed.  Angel covered his mouth with his hand to keep in the laughter that threatened to burst out.  Lindsey's voice could be heard from inside the house above the sounds of things breaking and people shouting, "Somebody find those fuckers!"<br /><br />Will grabbed Angel's hand and they ran down the street, trying to avoid the beating they knew would be coming if Lindsey found them.  Will lead them through the streets and alleys on the way back to his house.  Several blocks later, he slowed, feeling safe enough and turned to a laughing Angel.<br /><br />"Well," Angel gasped out between laughing and panting for air.  "You certainly know how to show a guy a good time."<br /><br />Will turned to his taller friend, glad for the relative darkness to cover the blush staining his cheeks.  "Sorry about that.  Don't know what came over me, I..."<br /><br />Angel interrupted Will with a soft hand placed in the middle of his chest.  Suddenly, the brown eyed man turned and pressed the young punk against the wall.  He leaned over him and whispered, "Do you trust me?"<br /><br />Will could only nod, surprised by his friend's sudden movement.  Angel dropped his head down and nuzzled Will's neck.  His lips finally reaching the soft ear, Angel whispered, "There's a cop car heading this way.  I'd rather get told to find a room than picked up for drunk in public."<br /><br />Will nodding his head, shivering slightly as the warm breath caressed his ear and neck.  Angel had his hands around his waist and was slowly stroking beneath Spike's black tee shirt.  Suddenly, they were bathed in bright white light.  <br /><br />"What seems to be going on here?"<br /><br />Angel pulled away slightly, reveling the panting, flushed blonde beneath him.  "Is there a problem, Officer?" he asked amiably.<br /><br />"Oh," the cop said in surprise at seeming another male.  "You two shouldn't be doing that out here on the streets.  Better get home."<br /><br />Angel smiled, nodding as he leaned in close to Will again.  "Will do, Officer.  Have a good night."<br /><br />They watched as the cop got in his car and drove away.  They both sighed in relief and Angel moved back into position pinning Will to the wall.  "So," he asked once he was face to face with the blonde, "Why'd you punch Lindsey?  Jealous?"<br /><br />"Why would I be..." was all Will got out before his mouth was attacked by Angel's.  It was an onslaught of lips and teeth and tongue.  Will immediately opened to the assault, giving everything Angel asked for and gave back more.  Long, guitar string callused fingers threaded through short dark hair, trying to pull to taller man close, closer, closest.<br /><br />Will could feel his heart speed up to break neck speed, the desire and alcohol making him dizzy and before he knew it, Angel had an arm around his waist to keep him upright.  Finally pulling away for a breath, Angel stared into the lust tinted crystal blue eyes and asked, "You ok with this?"<br /><br />"More than," Will groaned.  He leaned in for another kiss but Angel pulled away with a smirk.  He not so subtly dragged the young punk into the neighboring alley way and press him into the wall again.<br /><br />"Do you have any idea how long I've been wanting to do that?" the taller man asked, his voice husky, even to his own ears.<br /><br />"Jesus," Will whispered, longing to be kissing him again.  "I wish I'd known it was like this.  But don't stop."<br /><br />Angel quickly and easily complied.  He pressed his entire body against the pliant man beneath him, not surprised to find an erection there to match his own.  They kissed and thrust and touched frantically, like they couldn't get enough of each other. <br /><br />Will was shocked into silence when he felt his pants slowly being opened and a warm hand slipped inside to wrap around his aching cock.  Slowly, he began to thrust in time with Angel's strokes, panting into the taller man's open mouth.  He gasped when he felt Angel's naked length pressing against his own, hard and hot and wanting.  Angel wrapped his large hand around both cocks, finding the rhythm again as their mouths mimicked the motions of their pelvises.  <br /><br />Angel pulled his mouth away from Will's as he kissed and nipped his way down the sharp cheekbones, over the strong jaw and across the silky neck toward the tender ear.  Taking the lobe in between his teeth, Angel bit down gently before licking the sore spot and moaning loudly.  "Christ, Will.  You feel so good."<br /><br />"Yes, Angel.  Fuck, I had no idea it could be like this."<br /><br />"It can be this good and so much more, my Will.  Please, call me Liam.  Want to hear you say my name."<br /><br />The familiar tingling in Will's stomach signaled his impending release.  He groaned and bit the inside of his cheek, hoping just to hold on for a few more seconds.  He was doing well until Angel licked the shell of his ear before blowing on it and whispering, "I want you to come, Will.  Want to feel you come."<br /><br />That was all the encouragement he needed.  Arching his body, pressing against Angel as hard as he could, Will cried out, "Yes, Liam!"<br /><br />Feeling the blonde pulsing in his hand, spilling over his hand and cock sent Angel over the edge.  He came hard, thrusting against Will with a strength that he was sure would hurt the smaller man.  He heard his name and gasped, whispering his lover's name in return, "William."<br /><br />Slowly coming down for the post orgasmic high, Will looked at a very satisfied Angel.  "So," Will said as he slowly righted his clothes after tucking himself back inside his impossibly tight black jeans.  "I guess Lindsey was wrong calling me 'straight boy', huh?"<br /><br />Angel smiled, raising his hand to his mouth and licking away their spendings.  He moaned at the taste, relishing every drop before pulling the last finger from his mouth with a pop.  "Oh yeah.  Lindsey was wrong, all right."<br /><br /><br /><br />Tbc...<br /><br />


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