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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Real_Person_Fiction, Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer_RPF, Angel:_the_Series_RPF
  Relationship:
      David_Boreanaz/Alexis_Denisof
  Character:
      Alexis_Denisof, David_Boreanaz, Alyson_Hannigan
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School
  Stats:
      Published: 2004-07-17 Words: 2366
****** Headlights Burning ******
by viciouswishes
Summary
     Beta: Mally
     Setting: The Cracktrailer Verse AU
He doesn't know how he ended up here. He'd sworn off these things. These
parties, these people. He sips the beer someone handed him. It tastes like
piss. He doesn't remember the first time he'd tasted it. The first time his
father had put some on a spoon and fed it to him. And now he was here, drinking
this.
He watches his peers – the ones he vaguely recognizes from high school – chat
with each other. He's always a loner, sticking to the shadows. And she'd broken
his heart. Left him for an older man with a higher education, a middle class
background, and her chance at a private college. They'd rejected him based on
income. Even if that's not what the letter said, that's what was written
between the lines. He couldn't follow her, and she'd left.
He washes dishes a local restaurant to earn money, mostly to help his mother.
Fine dining for those who could afford it. He laughed because he knew the
history; he was born here after all. Knew that the place where all the yuppies,
who lived in their million dollar homes on the hill, dined and he scrubbed
dishes used to be a brothel. Whores had given blowjobs in the dark. Now the
restaurant was a landmark; everyone who was someone sipped wine in its booths.
The come stains long ago painted over and remodeled. A long time before he was
born.
"Alexis." He hears someone calling his name, and he turns his head. Aly.
Aly's painted on red lips smile at him as she walks closer. She'd been vice-
president of the student government and captain of the debate team. She's
earned her props by being nice to everyone, so nice and happy that many people
were put off by her enthusiasm. All her friends thought she lived in relative
upper middle class bliss with her nice clothing and her vintage red
convertible. But Alexis knows the truth; she lives two streets down from him.
"So how are you?" she asks. It wasn't an innocence question like she presented
it to be. She knew all about his breakup with Nina. In fact, she'd tried to
cause one herself, by insisting that unlike his ex, they understood each other.
Understood each other because of their shared lifestyles.
"Okay." He takes another sip. As she came closer, breaking the rules of private
space, he smells that she's already had several. "You?"
She nods. "Good." She leans even closer, her body touching his. "I have my car
here. Wanna go up to the Butte?"
The Butte had finally reopened last week after the road up it was repaved. As
he avoids her eyes and looks around the room, he knows that most of these
people are going to end up on the Butte, fucking in the back of old cars and
front seats of pickups. "Ummm...," he pauses, not wanting her to make a scene
when he turns her down, "I don't think so. But thanks."
"Okay." She giggles and looks at the floor, tugging on her short skirt that
reminds Alexis of either Britney Spears or what he's heard about Catholic
schoolgirls. "Oh look, there's Dave." She points to the star of their high
school football team. "I heard he has an athletic scholarship. Can you believe
someone from our own hometown was recruited for college? Isn't it wonderful."
She makes a little sigh.
Aly has had a crush on Dave since freshman year of high school, and he's never
given her the time of day. Always brushing her off in the hallway, despite her
attempts to be helpful. He'd watched once as she made a fool of herself serving
trying to play waterboy to the team.
Dave stops by. Truth is, as much as he would like to ignore it, Alexis has
always had a crush on the football star. He thinks back to the times they had
gym together. The way he'd sneak little looks at Dave in the locker room. He'd
heard rumors, but they were only rumors.
"Hey Alexis," Dave says. "Aly." He nods his head at the girl who's going to
melt in front of him. He smiles as she hands him a beer.
"We were just talking about how you're going to be the star college player,"
Aly says. "So cool." Her hands fidget with her own drink. She casually looks
down at her watch. "Crap. My mom's going to be so pissed. I promised her..."
She runs off and out the door before the boys can say anything.
"Think she's okay to drive?" Alexis asks. His cheeks immediately burn with
embarrassment. Only the dorks who were part of the D.A.R.E. program ask about
designating driving. He wishes that he were home, looking up porn and listening
to punk rock on his stereo. He tries to be different from them, but look where
he ends up.
Dave snorts. "She'll be fine." He rubs his hand across his stomach; his wife
beater lifts up enough so his blue boxers expose themselves over the top of his
jeans. "I'm tired of this shit. Wanna go for a drive?"
"Sure." Alexis hesitates. "Okay? Ummm...I don't have car." Sometimes he borrows
his dad's, but not tonight. When he called to ask, his dad told him that he had
somewhere important to be tonight and that maybe he should save his money.
Alexis was silent, not saying that his extra money went to help his mother with
rent. He was just thankful his grandmother hadn't answered the phone. Ever
since watching CNN about terrorist bombings, she'd sworn up and down that those
damn Japs were coming back. He didn't want to explain to her again that World
War II was long ago over, and that the Japanese were one of the United States'
major allies.
Dave leads him over to a beat up Bronco. It's dark, and Alexis can't quite make
out the color. Mud's been splashed all over it from off-roading. There are
large overhead lights that Dave's added himself. The leather bench seat is
uncomfortably cold in the night air.
He revs the engine before taking off, and Alexis whispers a silent prayer to
the god of safe driving. Dave speeds, his foot never leaves the pedal. Alexis
worries that the cops will pull them over. What then? He doesn't understand why
he's here. Dave had never spoke to him beyond trying to copy off his history
tests.
Dave runs through a stop sign, and Alexis again prays that there's no one
waiting – cop, car, pedestrian, or puppy. "You sure you don't want me to
drive?" he asks Dave.
"Got it, man." Dave pulls the beer can out from between his legs and takes a
gulp. He lays on the horn when he sees Sarah and Liv. Sarah's ‘borrowed' her
daddy's Beamer again. "Bunch of fucking stuck up whores," he says to Alexis
after they've passed. "Tried to feel Sarah up in that little cheerleader
uniform she wears so proudly and the bitch kneed me. I mean, what the fuck? You
can only lead a guy on for so long."
Alexis nodded his head. "Women," he gives Dave the answer he wants, "who needs
them."
"That's right." Dave's hand hits the horn again in excitement. He wraps his arm
around Alexis' shoulders and pulls him. "Bitches, who fucking need them."
The Bronco veers into the other lane as it climbs the narrow road to the top of
the Butte. Alexis wants to close his eyes in fear – there's no rail guard on
the side and the drop's quite far. But he'd rather die with his wide open.
Momentum throws them both forward when Dave's foot presses the brake to park.
Alexis slowly recovers, only to find Dave's hand on the leg of his jeans.
Dave's hand touches him, feels him up, goes to unbutton his fly.
Alexis places his hand on Dave's. "I've," his voice shakes, "I've never done
this before. I mean...with a man." He doesn't want Dave to think he's some baby
virgin because he isn't.
Dave laughs, confident. "And here I thought. I mean, I'd heard." His places a
quick kiss on Alexis' cheek. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."
Meagerly smiling, Alexis nods his head. Dave's lips meet his, stubble scrapping
his face. The kiss is crushing, nothing like the sweet and gentle ones he used
to receive from Nina. He moans against the pressure of Dave's mouth.
Dave pulls him over the seat and to the back. There's a pair of cowboy boots, a
backpack, and some sports equipment littering the place. Otherwise, it's
relatively clean, which surprises Alexis. He moans against Dave's mouth,
realizing that this is what he wanted. Dave's hands down his jeans before he
can say a word or make a muffled groan.
"Jesus, boy." Dave can't believe how hard Alexis is already. He must have been
checking him out earlier or rubbing against some bitch at the party. They would
never do this in public. It isn't that kind of thing one does when daddy's the
chair of the Republican county chapter.
Alexis runs his hands over Dave's chest – strong and powerful. He wants to do
more, but doesn't know what the fuck he's doing. And all the blood's draining
away from his brain and flowing south. Dave's hand pumps his cock. He figures
he please Dave back. After all, his many years of practicing choking the
chicken have to come in handy for something. His fingers work to undo the top
button on Dave's pants.
Dave knows Alexis isn't going to last much longer, and that's okay. He'll just
get him hard again and fuck him. He groans as Alexis' fingers slowly and
unsurely trail up his cock. He reaches over with his spare hand and turns on
the radio. Don't want no fucking pigs interrupting them. In his mind, he laughs
as he sees the headline of the paper, "Former Football Star and Son of
Prominent Community Leader Engages in Sodomy." They'd leave Alexis' name out of
it, no use smearing the names of trailer trash. Of course, it'd be all about
his father, but when wasn't it?
"Dave," Alexis cries. He's hot and heavy, ready to explode in Dave's hand.
Focusing on the moment, he feels the orgasm overtake his body, shaking and
leaning against Dave for support. "Fuck."
Dave's already taking a towel and wiping up Alexis' come off his jeans, pulling
them off at the same time. As hard as hell, he's ready to fuck Alexis. He
reaches into the sports bag and pulls out a jar of Vaseline. It's hella messy,
but something he can put in bag without his father thinking twice.
"What?" Alexis half-asks a question, his mouth gapping open as if waiting for
something. He wonders what Nina would think of him now. And poor Aly, her two
dream dates fucking, but she's too much of an uptight Christian girl to enjoy
the idea. Probably wears a chastity belt to bed.
"Don't worry, I'll make it feel real good." Dave slicks his fingers and runs
them over Alexis' cock, which like any good young boy's, is already attentive
to his touches. He goes lower until he's finally teasing Alexis' hole. "Relax,"
he says, but he knows that Alexis already is.
Alexis moans as Dave's finger enters him. The hot stretching and intensity, he
swears that he's going to see stars from the pleasure.
"Going to fuck you." Dave's free hand reaches for a condom. Lifting it to his
mouth, he rips the top of the package with his teeth. He's had plenty of
practice to keep the condom itself from tearing.
Alexis' eyes grew big as he watches Dave roll the condom on and position
himself. "Dave," he gasps at the first push in.
Grunting, Dave thrust again, burying himself inside of Alexis. "So fucking
tight." A sweat breaks out on his forehead as he continues to move inside of
Alexis; his hand wraps itself around Alexis' cock.
"God." Alexis feels like his body's on fire, ignited by Dave's length. The
burning travels through his body, and he knows that he's not going to last
long. This is like nothing he's ever felt before, like something he's always
needed.
Dave smiles – that big fucking grin with white teeth glistening – as he bends
over and kisses Alexis, loving the feel of fucking the boy's mouth at the same
rhythm of his thrusts.
Crying out into Dave's mouth, Alexis comes. His body buckles, muscles clenching
around Dave's cock.
The jerks of Alexis under him push Dave into his own orgasm. He gives a few
more thrusts, riding the feeling out, before staying still for a moment, then
pulling out. "Want a ride home?" he asks as he discards the used condom and
pulls his pants up.
"That'd…that'd be nice." Alexis doesn't move for a moment, catching his mind up
with his body. Taking score of what just happened between him and Dave. He
dresses and climbs back in the front seat next to Dave, who's already starting
the engine.
Dave takes a sip of his now warm beer. "You live by the railroad tracks,
right?"
Alexis nods his head. They don't say anything for the rest of the trip back to
his house, except for pointing out a few streets. As Dave pulls up to the
rundown apartment building that Alexis and his mother moved into a couple
months ago, Alexis spots his father's car on the side of the street. He stares
for a moment. His father's in there – passed out, probably banging on the door
and begging his mother to take him back earlier. Alexis is glad his father's in
the car, and not inside waiting. But he doesn't want him here at all, doesn't
want him to wake and question where he's been. Alexis can still taste the beer
in his mouth – no doubt purchased at the same convenience store as the stuff
his father was drinking.
"You okay?" Dave asks and turns toward Alexis.
"I'll be fine." Alexis opens the door and waves goodbye to Dave before heading
inside.
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