Thank you Willa for hosting such a fun Ficathon!
Disclaimer: As gorgeous as these boys are, they are not mine.
The girls they’re sitting with aren’t either. It’s all Joss’s!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for the NicelyNaughty!Xander Mini-Slashficathon.
This ficathon was organized by Willa for a little holiday fun. Ficlets from 100 to
1000 words and naughty Xander. Who could ask for anything more? I wrote for Reremouse,
who requested sex/smut in a public place, Scoobies present and a happy ending. I do hope that you enjoy this!
Dont Stop
by
Randy Sex Kitten
“Stop!” Xander hissed as Spike’s fingers dipped lower into his jeans.
He shook his head, refusing his lover’s suggestion.
“Pet,
Your lips and your cock are not in agreement,” Spike whispered, his
fingers brushing across the dripping tip of said cock.
Xander
looked around, seeking out his friends in the crowded club. Sure that no
one was paying attention; he nodded and slid slowly under the table. His heart racing,
he reached out and opened Spike’s jeans, drawing out his hardened length.
As he took Spike into his mouth, three sets of feet approached the table.
Xander bobbed his head, watching the feet rise off the floor as their owners sat, then
swing slightly as they scooted around the booth, encircling Spike.
“Where’s Xander?”
Buffy’s voice trickled down as Xander increased the suction on Spike’s cock. He twisted
and twirled his tongue, teeth scraping lightly as he waited for Spike’s answer.
“Boy’s under the table, blowing me,” Spike answered with a loud exhalation of smoke.
Willow and Buffy laughed, and Xander smiled, digging his teeth into warming flesh.
Tingles of pleasure slid down his spine at Spike’s words and he drew hard, sucking with
the pressure that only Spike could enjoy.
“No really, Spike, where did he go?”
Willow this time. Xander slipped his fingers into the dark denim, twisting and turning them,
burrowing down under Spike’s soft sack, stroking the flesh just behind and making Spike tremble.
Xander worked his hand back out and struggled to open his own fly. A loud hum of
pleasure escaped him and he began tugging at his cock as he swallowed Spike down to the root,
opening his throat just like he had been taught.
Spike groaned and coughed. “Told you already,
under the table.”
Xander heard a smacking sound and Spike’s cry of faux pain.
“Oi! ‘m not lying!”
Xander began to hum silently, swallowing as he did so.
Spike
twitched and Xander swallowed quickly, drinking down every drop off the proffered fluid. As he suckled Spike’s softening shaft, he jerked violently on his own cock, spraying
the booth between Spike’s legs with his seed.
He let Spike fall from his lips, pressing
kisses to the flaccid flesh before buttoning it back into Spike’s jeans. He could hear Tara’s soft
voice, Willow’s laughter and Buffy’s corresponding giggles as he closed his own pants. Shifting to one
side, he wriggled out from under the table, coming up between Spike and Willow.
Two pair of
shocked eyes stared at him as he licked his lips, tasting the last of Spike’s seed. “Hi!”
Spike smirked triumphantly, Tara smiled sweetly, and Buffy and Willow stared, mouths open. Xander pressed
a kiss to the corner of Spike’s mouth and maneuvered himself over the back of the booth. “I need a drink,
anybody else?”
“Beer. Ta, love.” Smirk.
“White R..russian.” Smile.
Silence.
“Alrighty then, a Blow Job for me, a beer for Spike and a White Russian for the white witch.
Be right back.” Xander turned away, grinning as he strode to the bar.
The End
