Scenes From a Van
by Surreal
feedback:  surreal666@hotmail.com
Disclaimer:  Not mine.
Archive:  LGM Mailing list, Unusual Suspects
Rating:  Part 1: NC/17, Part 2:  PG-13
Spoilers:  "Eine Kleine Frohike"
Summery:  Two missing scenes from Episode 3 of the series.
1. Langly and Byers entertain themselves in the van all night.
2. Who says nobody cares if Langly gets poisoned?


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Part 1:  "Scenes from a Van"

"Looks like that's all from Frohike for the night.  Hope he sleeps
well,"  Byers says, taking the headset off and dropping it onto the
workbench.  

Langly snorts, doing his best to stretch his long arms in the cramped
space in the back of the van.  "Yeah, right.  He gets a bed all to 
himself while we get this little hellhole that we can barely fit in.
Some trade-off."

"Oh, stop complaining.  It's not that bad.  We can take turns keeping
an eye on Frohike's stats and the equipment and sleeping.  It's not
like we haven't done this before."

The younger man gives him an amused look.  "Yeah, but we never had
this much stuff in our way before, either."

Byers looks at him curiously, his eyes widening when he catches on.
"Langly, NO.  No way."

"Aw, come on!"  Langly whines, sliding down from his chair to kneel
at Byers' feet.  "It's just you and me, no one can hear us and no one
is going to interrupt us.  Besides, that old woman already thinks we're
doin' it out here!"

"*Frohike* can hear us!"  Byers reminds him, holding up the headset
defiantly.  

"We'll switch it to one-way, so we can only hear him.  It's not like
there's anything going on over there now.  They're all sleeping.  
Come on, humor me here!!"  Running his hands smoothly up Byers'
tense thighs, he rests his hands on the other man's hips and without
warning, starts nuzzling his nose into his lover's crotch.

"Ree!  Ah, god--"  Byers yelps, pushing Langly away.  "Don't *do* 
that!"  Taking a moment to calm himself, he takes a deep breath.
"I told you, not here, not *now*!"

Langly pouts, rocking back to sit on his heels.  Reaching up to play
absently with Byers' tie, he sighs dejectedly.  "I can't help it, John.
You're so close in here, I can feel you...smell you...it's so damn 
tempting," he looks up hopefully, running his hand under the other
man's jacket and starting to slip it off him. 

Byers shivers for a moment, the heat and familiarity of the hands
on his body so welcome he loses himself in the feel.  But with no small
amount of reluctance, he bats the hands away.  "We.  Can't.  Okay?"

The younger man whimpers, but backs off.  The picture of rejection,
he turns his back and crawls on his knees a few feet away, then 
reaches a thin, elegant hand into his pocket.  Throwing a pitiful
glance over his shoulder at Byers, he shrugs, then looks down at the
bottle of lube in his hand.  "Too bad, seems like such a waste.  Guess
I'll have to take care of this myself," he says nonchalantly.  

Byers watches in disbelief as Langly straightens up, unbuttons his 
jeans and slowly, very slowly, pushes them down over his bony hips.
A tiny gasp escapes the older man when he sees that Langly is sans
underwear, and Langly indulges in a tiny smile at the sound.

With a dignified grunt, Byers finally finds his voice.  "Ringo, what
the hell are you doing??"

Langly glances back at him, twisting the bottle in his fingers.  "Oh,
well, since you don't want anything to do with me, I figured I'm 
going to have to take care of this myself.  You don't want to play,
fine.  I've had plenty of practice."  Reaching under the table into
one of the cabinets, he pulls out a folded emergency blanket and
shakes it out, spreading it on the floor.  

Twisting his thin, flexible body in the tight space, Langly manages
to maneuver himself onto his back and kicks his pants off, not 
bothering with his shoes.  Uncapping the bottle in his hand, he
squeezes some lubricant onto his right hand, spreading it over his
fingers and palm.  Setting the bottle down at his side, he raises 
his knees up and reaches down.

Byers watches, unable to speak or look away as Langly starts to 
idly stroke himself.  The younger man smirks, not taking his eyes
off his stunned lover.  He absently reaches his left hand up to
rest on Byers' leg.  "Sure you don't want to play?"  he whispers
seductively, his hips shifting unconsciously as he slides his fingers
across a particularly sensitive spot.  

"I hate you, you realize that?"  Byers responds, shifting a little
as his pants become more and more uncomfortably tight.  

"I know you do.  Now get your ass down here and get with the
program."  Langly shifts up on the blanket, spreading his legs
apart to make room for the other man.  

Never able to refuse a mostly-naked, ready-and-willing Langly,
Byers silently complies.  Slipping his shoes off he quickly gets 
rid of his clothes.  All of them.  Langly is impressed, not expecting
such thorough compliance so quickly.  

With a bit of creative shuffling, Byers manages to find himself
kneeling between Langly's parted legs, then rests his chin on one
of Langly's knees.  The younger man smiles sweetly up at him,
his hand stilling but not letting go of his erection.  

Byers gives a defeated sigh, reaches for the bottle laying next to
Langly and purposefully applies some of the slippery liquid to his
fingers.  "Never again, you hear me?  I'm *never* letting you...
talk me into doing this ever again," he insists, sliding his hand 
down and swiping gently at Langly's entrance.

Hissing in response, Langly closes his eyes and focuses on the
strong, slick fingers slipping in and out of his body.  He groans
at the too-soon loss of warmth and looks up at Byers. 

"Ready?"  Byers asks, trailing soft kisses down the inside of the
younger man's thigh before leaning down to capture his mouth.
He takes the opportunity to slide his hands under Langly's t-shirt,
pushing it up and off the younger man before kissing him again.

The affirmative hum against Byers' lips is all he needs.  Grabbing
his own erection he uses the remaining lube to prepare himself,
then lowers himself to cover Langly's body.  He feels Langly pull
his legs up, cursing softly as he works his way around the crowded
electronics surrounding them and finally to wrap around his waist 
tightly.  Byers leans on his elbows, resting on either side of Langly's 
head and bends down for a deep kiss, his warm, soft tongue 
seeking entrance by trailing over the younger man's lower lip.  

With an appreciative moan Langly wiggles his hips under his 
lover, demanding attention.  Byers smiles against his mouth.
Langly reaches a hand between them, guiding the hard organ
into him with a practiced ease.  He growls deep in his throat,
forcing himself to open to the intrusion and pushing up to take
Byers' in.  

"Oh..o-oh god..."  Byers whispers, ducking his head next to Langly's
ear and kissing his shoulder as he takes over, gently thrusting into
the tight warmth welcoming him in.  

"Little help would be nice here, John..."  Langly mumbles, wrapping
his arms around Byers' shoulders and clinging to him.  

The older man responds by falling into a gentle, slow rhythm, 
rocking his hips in little circles.  

Langly grunts, thrusting up against him hard.  "Come on, you're
not going to break me here.  Harder," he gasps.  He feels as 
Byers whimpers softly against his shoulder, the twist of the
body above his and the hard, insistent pressure against his
prostate that makes his mind flash for a moment.  "Ah, yeah...
good..."

"Yeah,"  Byers agrees in a choked pant, his mouth busy nibbling
and sucking on Langly's collarbone, knowing it will leave a mark
on the fair skin.  He loves doing that, leaving evidence of his
claim on the younger man. 

Langly runs a hand down Byers' back, feeling the tension and 
tremors as the older man brings them into a steadily increasing
dance of passion.  Briefly gripping the clenched ass and 
encouraging the movement, he finally reaches around and
between them, taking his own slick cock into his hand and 
stroking at a matching pace.  

Grunting and panting with the effort, Byers picks up the pace,
breaking his old steady rhythm in favor of a more rapid climb
toward release.  He reaches one hand above Langly's head to
brace against the wall as he starts feeling the strong pull at 
his spine. 

He raises his head in time to look into Langly's face, seeing 
the younger man's head thrown back in ecstasy, eyes tightly
closed and the dull shine of sweat in the dim light.  At that 
moment, Byers feels him shudder violently, a harsh, choked
sob escaping and his taut body clenching around him in
orgasm.  

Feeling the slick, warm jets of liquid between them, and the
sight of Langly's climax pushes Byers over the edge and he
bites his lip to keep from screaming.  He drops his body down
as he reaches his non-bracing hand to grip Langly's hip hard
and thrusts into him a final time as he comes, so hard his 
vision is obscured by little white lights for a few seconds.

It takes a few minutes for Byers to catch his breath enough
to raise his head to check on Langly.  The younger man is
still, except for the rapid rise and fall of his chest.  

Byers pulls his hand away from the wall, gently stroking the
soaked hair from Langly's temples and kissing the soft, 
damp skin lightly, over and over with a mumbled, "love you"
between each kiss.  

Langly opens his eyes finally, smiling up at Byers silently.
He gives a little grimace when he shifts, feeling the
stickiness between them.  He blushes a little, though his
cheeks are still flushed, wincing when Byers pulls himself 
out and up.  

Grabbing a clean rag from a drawer, Byers wipes them
both up then settles back down on Langly, who has let
his legs down but keeps them spread for Byers to lay 
between.  

He tugs the extra bunch of blanket out from under him,
leaving him laying on half while he wraps the rest over
them both.  "So...that's the last time we do this in the 
van, right?"  he asks.

Byers nods against his shoulder, hugging him tightly.
"Right, no more.  Never again."

Langly just smirks smugly and listens while Byers falls
asleep.  'Right,' he thinks to himself.  'Till next time.'

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End Scene 1.