Speed Demon
by
Denied Heaven
Part Six
“I never said I was dating Angel!”
Xander arched an eyebrow, before crooking a finger, beckoning him closer. Spike edged over to the desk warily, not understanding the way the older man was acting.
“You let me think you were,” he replied, as Spike sat down on the edge of the desk.
Snorting, Spike muttered, “How’m I sposed to know what’s goin’ on in that thick head of yours?”
His eyes widened as a thought flickered through his mind and he turned his head to look at the other man.
“That’s why you pushed me away? Oh of all the…” his mumbling trailed off at Xander’s glare.
Glancing at the dark haired man from underneath his lashes, he considered his options. Deciding to take the risk, he slid off of the desk and sauntered around to where Xander was sitting.
Meeting the dark level gaze, he climbed onto Xander’s lap, straddling the man. Both men moaned softly as their half-hard cocks pressed against the others. Watching as Xander’s eyes went smoky and half closed, Spike rubbed his cheek along the other man’s jaw, like a big cat.
He nibbled his way to those lush lips he craved so often and bit softly at the lower one, coaxing them to open. Xander’s warm hands slid under his t-shirt and stroked up his back as his lips parted, allowing Spike in.
Delving his tongue between the older man’s lips, Spike gave himself over to the sensations coursing through him and licked, tasted and stroked every inch of that hot mouth.
“Bleedin’ white hat,” he murmured in between kisses, lost in the taste and feel of the dark haired man.
Xander sat back and let him explore, large hands pressing into his back and hips, holding him close. Taking his time, Spike devoured his mouth with slow, deep strokes and slides of his tongue, biting at his lips and kneading his hands on the other man’s shoulders.
When Xander’s hands grasped his hips and started rocking up into him, the younger man shivered and moaned into his mouth. Panting, he raised his head and blurred blue eyes stared down into heated hungry brown.
“Want you,” Xander rasped out, gripping his hips harder and thrusting up against him, proving how much he really did want the younger man. “I tried to deny it, but you’re damned irresistible.”
Spike snorted, even as his eyes rolled back at the sensation. “Why in hell would you wanna do somthin’ stupid like that?”
“No clue right now, ask me later,” Xander replied weakly, digging his fingers into Spike’s hips as the other man ground down on him.
Spike blinked, startled, when he was suddenly off of Xander and sitting on the desk in front of him.
When Xander reached up and started tugging at Spike’s black t-shirt, he pulled it off and gasped as the older man ran his hands up and down the bared flesh.
Rubbing the rough flesh of his palms over Spike’s sensitive nipples, he murmured against the pale hard skin of his belly, “So much I want to do to you, make you beg and scream under me, but not here, not like this.”
At Spike’s complaining whine, he glanced up and grinned.
“This, however, I can do.”
He undid the first of four buttons on Spike’s faded jeans, his tongue laving over the soft skin revealed. The blonde hissed out a breath as Xander nipped at the skin and sucked it into his mouth, tugging gently.
Blowing gently at the wet spot, Xander pressed his thumb against the hard swollen flesh pushing against the rough fabric, wiggling the second metal circle free. Following the same pattern of licking and biting the revealed skin for every freed button, Spike was shaking with need by the time Xander pulled his erection from his jeans.
His scalding mouth pressed against the tender skin on the underside of the younger man’s cock and Spike audibly sucked in his breath, his fingers clenching hard on the side of the desk.
The first sweep of Xander’s tongue, from the base right to the head, made Spike jerk and start to tremble.
“Xander…” he breathed out, his voice low and rough.
“Yes, Spike?” he murmured against him, running his mouth down, inch by inch.
Working his way back up, he swiped his tongue over the drops of moisture which had seeped out from the top of his erection.
Spike shivered.
“Xann-derr,” he moaned out, his hips bucking to get more than just that light teasing sensation.
His hands unclenched from the side of the desk and dug themselves into the rich black hair in front of him.
“Spii-iike,” Xander drawled, slipping his hand into the gaping jeans and cupping him softly. Then took him full in his mouth.
“Christ! Xander…” Spike cried out through clenched teeth.
Xander paused and looked up at him, brown eyes sparking beneath lids heavy with passion, letting Spike see himself in his mouth. Slits of blue fire stared back down.
Closing his eyes as he gave up fighting for control, Spike leaned his head back and gasped as Xander started sucking and licking his shaft. The strong hand cupping him gently rolled his tight balls, causing him to arch up even more, as his free hand grasped the base of his cock and started stroking.
When he started making gasping cries deep in his throat, Xander paused and waited for him to open his eyes. Wicked chocolate eyes glittered up at him as he grinned and said, “Shh, unless you want everyone in the garage to know what we’re doin’ in here.”
Biting deep into his bottom lip, Spike whimpered softly as Xander took him deep in his mouth again. Pulling back so that he could nibble and suck at the sensitive head, his hand stroked faster and more firmly on the shaft.
Looking up into Spike’s flushed face, his teeth buried in his bottom lip as he fought to control his cries, Xander shuddered and swore to himself he would have him underneath him tonight where he could make all the noise he wanted.
When Spike’s body tightened and a hoarse groan escaped his clenched teeth, Xander sucked him down harder and was rewarded when he shook and the fingers in his hair spasmed. Hot liquid shot deep in his throat and he sucked and licked until all the tremors eased from the body in front of him.
Standing up, he wrapped his arms tight against the still trembling body and pressed gentle kisses along his face, before taking his lips in a hot, furious kiss. He lost himself in the hot sweet taste of the boy, before pulling back to groan against his forehead, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
When Spike could think coherently again, he wrapped his own arms around the man in front of him, ducking his still flushed face against Xander’s neck. Something about the man left him feeling open and vulnerable in ways he hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Hey, hey,” Xander coaxed softly, tilting Spike’s head up so he could see him. “We okay, here?”
Not noticing that he was still gnawing on his bottom lip, Spike nodded, trying to find his normal protective attitude.
“’M fine, pet. More than,” he smirked up at Xander, who smiled back as if he understood his need to hide again.
Xander nodded and stepped back. “Pack up your things when you get back to the hotel. I want you with me tonight.”
At Spike’s narrowed eyes, he grinned and kissed him again, softly. “Please?” he asked.
Spike deepened the kiss, which was answer enough for Xander.
The pounding of the office door finally broke them apart, and Xander rested his forehead on Spike’s, panting and feeling as if he would explode if he couldn’t take him now.
“What?” he yelled towards the door, ignoring Spike’s snicker.
There was a pause, then Gunn’s voice.
“C’mon man, we’ve got everything packed, you just have to check over it.”
Xander groaned and stood back, adjusting himself and glad he had worn loose jeans and a longer t-shirt that morning.
Glaring as Spike tried to control the twitching of his lips, Xander pointed at him and said, “Just wait.”
When he had himself under control, for the most part, he leaned over and kissed those swollen lips again, before sighing.
“Off to work, you can go on back to the hotel if you want, since they’ve already gotten everything packed up.” He winked at Spike, grinning. “I’ll see you ina couple of hours.”
Spike sat on the desk and watched him walk out the door, heart pounding as he contemplated exactly what he had gotten himself into.
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Three hours later, having been teased mercilessly into aching arousal by Spike following him around all day, brushing against him and giving him those looks underneath his lashes, bending over to help someone with something, curling his tongue in that way he had, behind his teeth…
Xander gritted his teeth again and shifted, prying his eyes away from where Spike was currently bent over, picking up a crate with Gunn to set into the truck. They were almost done and then he could drag that overly-tempting ass back to the hotel.
It wasn’t until he started walking towards Spike and those blue eyes flashed to him and immediately started looking for something else to do that Xander wondered exactly what was going on.
Yes, he was teasing and tormenting Xander every time he turned around. But he was also stalling. He’s nervous, you blundering idiot. You as much as told him you were gonna fuck him through the mattress tonight.
What he didn’t know was why. The boy was too beautiful, too confident to be inexperienced. He knew he wanted him, too. Maybe it’s just too soon.
Whatever it was, he needed to get him to where he could talk to him.
After everything was finally in the trucks, Xander called out for everyone to head back to the hotel and locked the garage up. Turning to Spike, who was practically vibrating with nervous energy, he cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Where’s your car?”
Spike shook his head, “Din’t bring it out, caught a ride.”
Xander nodded and motioned to the passenger side of his rental car.
After they were settled and he backed up, he asked, “What’s wrong, Spike?”
The blonde head jerked around to look at him but he kept his eyes on the road.
“Wot? I can’t stick around and help instead of sitting on me arse in a bleedin hotel room all night?”
Xander ignored the brash irritated words and asked again, “What’s wrong, Spike?”
He could see the flush on the other man’s face from the corner of his eye, but he didn’t make any other comment, waiting Spike out.
After a minute or two of silence, Spike sighed and Xander bit the inside of his cheek to stop the grin. Spike never could deal with silence for long.
“I’ve just not done this so much, okay? I’m not a bleedin’ slut like everyone seems to think I am.”
Xander bit back his outburst, knowing it wasn’t so much a barb against him as it was part of Spike’s prickly shell lashing out to cover his feelings of vulnerability.
Spike shrugged and scrunched down in his seat uncomfortably. “Never bottomed before,” he finally bit out, softly. He smirked and looked over at Xander again, “And somehow I don’t think I'm gonna be the one topping with us.”
Staring straight ahead, Xander ignored the voice in his head going, Mine first, mine all mine, and unclenched one of his hands from the steering wheel, placing it on Spike’s knee, rubbing soothingly.
“No,” he finally responded, grinning, “I don’t think you will be, either. For the most part anyway.”
He sighed then, saying, “We don’t have to do this tonight, Spike. I don’t want to rush you into anything you aren’t ready for.”
Spike shifted uncomfortably, obviously just wanting the conversation over with. “It’s alright. I mean, I do want to.”
A moments pause, then, “Spike…”
“Oi! I said I want to, okay?”
“Fine.”
“Fine!”
Blue eyes met brown and two pairs of lips twitched, then they both burst into laughter. After the snickers had subsided, the rest of the trip was spent in silence.
Pulling into his parking place, Xander sat a moment, then yanked off his seatbelt and leaned over, kissing Spike hard and deep.
When he pulled back, Spike blinked at him. Xander got out of the car and started walking towards the double doors of the hotel.
He heard Spike curse and turned around, snickering as he saw that the younger man had tried to get out of the car with his seatbelt attached.
“Shut up,” Spike growled, as he walked up to him and Xander just shook his head, leading the way into the building and upstairs.
As he paused in front of the door, trying to get the key working, Spike plastered himself against his back and ran his hands over Xander’s chest. Cursing as his shaking hands dropped the key, he ignored Spike’s smirk as he picked it back up.
Finally getting the door unlocked, he yanked Spike inside and closed the door, pressing the younger man against it as he ground his hips into him, biting and sucking up his neck, towards his mouth.
Spike groaned into his mouth as he finally claimed it, his hands working furiously up and down the blonde’s body. Releasing his mouth to tug the black shirt over his head, he ran his hands down Spike’s sides, tugging at the waist of his jeans.
Xander lifted his arms as Spike yanked his shirt off and they both moaned at the feeling of their bare chests pressing against each other. Both started working at the others jeans, wanting even more bare flesh.
Xander got Spike’s open first and yanked them down his legs, cursing as he ran into shoes. He dropped to his knees, trying to ignore the bare and very hard erection by his head.
Finally tugging Spike’s shoes off, he pulled the jeans and socks off too, before sucking the hard cock down his throat in one smooth move.
Spike yelped and clutched madly at Xander’s hair, but he had already released him and was standing up again.
Holding the slighter man by his hips, he turned him around as he coaxed him to walk backwards, leading them towards the bedroom. Xander tried not to run into anything as he greedily bit and sucked at Spike’s mouth.
Gripping Spike’s bare ass with his hands, he pressed him even harder against him as they walked and they both groaned at the feeling.
When the back of Spike’s legs hit the bed, Xander pushed him backwards onto it and crawled over the sprawled out man. Spike arched up into the older man’s jean clad erection, panting.
Xander clenched his teeth, trying to get control back over his body. He had to go slow with this, but slow wasn’t a word his dick understood at the moment.
“Shh,” he murmured against Spike’s neck. “We need to slow down or I’m gonna hurt you, and I don’t want that.”
The blonde groaned, but stopped pressing up into him, letting him catch his breath and gather back some of his control.
He left his jeans on, knowing that the feel of Spike’s naked skin against him would destroy the last shreds of his need to take it easy this first time.
Xander spent long slow minutes using his hands and mouth to drive Spike into a fever pitch of need. He pressed hot kisses and stinging bites all over the blonde’s naked chest and shoulders, licking up his neck and biting at his lips.
His hands soothed and inflamed, running up and down Spike’s sides and legs, ghosting over the sensitive skin between his thighs and over his throbbing erection.
When Spike was growling at him to ‘Get on with it’ Xander reached into the nightstand and pulled out lube and a handful of condoms. Dropping the condoms onto the top of the nightstand, he opened the tube and slicked up two fingers.
Spike watched him with eyes gone almost black with need, panting and too far gone to be nervous anymore.
Settling down into the space between Spike’s thighs, Xander kissed his trembling belly soothingly, running a hand down between his legs, urging him to part them more.
Closing his eyes, Spike spread out his legs as far as he could, leaving Xander to pet and soothe him as he slowly rubbed a wet fingertip over the hidden opening to his body. Spike whimpered and Xander licked slowly along his pulsing cock as he gently pressed the tip of his finger inside.
Once the tenseness eased up, Xander pushed in a little farther, stopping each time until Spike relaxed again. When Xander could ease one finger in and out of him with just a little resistance, he slowly added the second finger, crooning softly against Spike’s belly as he hissed out a breath.
Sucking Spike’s erection into his mouth, he started scissoring his fingers, trapping Spike between the discomfort and the pleasure.
When both fingers could move around without causing Spike to tense up in pain, Xander crooked them, looking for the spot in him that could make it all better.
As his fingertips brushed over Spike’s prostate, the blonde’s hips jerked and a strangled moan came out of his throat. Smiling around the hard flesh in his mouth, Xander stroked over the gland gently until Spike was bucking against him and whimpering.
Releasing his cock and sliding out his fingers, Xander stood up and undid his jeans, pulling them off, along with his socks. At Spike’s wide eyes, he smiled down at him, asking, “How do you want to do this?”
Teeth bit down into that already puffy and swollen bottom lip and Xander groaned. Glancing back up at him, Spike replied, “Wanna see you.”
“It might hurt a little more,” he warned, but Spike just shook his head.
Reaching for a foil packet on the table, he knelt between the blonde’s thighs and sheathed himself, sliding some more lube on.
Leaning down to capture that pouty bottom lip between his teeth, he sucked on it gently as he grasped the boy’s knees and slid them over his shoulders, nudging the tip of his erection against that tender opening.
When Spike opened his lips to him, Xander slid his tongue in and pressed gently inside the boy with the head of his cock, catching Spike’s whimper of pain in his mouth.
When he relaxed, he eased in, an inch at a time until he was seated firmly all the way in, his balls against the blonde’s ass.
Spike was panting and his fingers were dug into Xander’s back, but when Xander asked if he wanted to wait a few minutes, the boy shook his head and arched his hips up against him.
Xander moved slowly, and soon Spike was meeting him thrust for thrust, moaning and digging his fingers even harder into Xander’s spine. Always carefully watching to make sure Spike wasn’t in any pain, Xander sped up and tilted his hips, so that his cock would continuously brush over the boy’s prostate.
Spike cried out hoarsely and bucked, as Xander started a pounding rhythm into him, his eyes rolling back and his breath coming in sharp pants. Xander bit his tongue and focused on the pain to keep from losing all control and slamming harshly into the tight heat of the blonde.
Sliding a hand in between their bodies, he grasped Spike’s weeping cock in a hard fist and began stroking it firmly in time with his thrusts. At the boy’s gasping cries, he felt himself grow even harder and he groaned huskily against his neck.
When he felt the body underneath his tighten and shake, he leaned down and captured Spike’s scream of release with his mouth, shuddering above the blonde.
A few more thrusts and he was arching his head back and crying out his own completion, as Spike ran his hands comfortingly along his sweaty back. He collapsed, panting, on the slight body. It was a few minutes before he found enough energy to ease out of the boy and drop the condom into the wastebasket by the bed.
Lying on his side, he pulled the exhausted younger man to him and kissed him deeply, possessively. He wanted to ask him if he was okay, if he hurt anywhere, and where exactly he thought this was going, but the events of the past few days and lack of sleep caught up with him and he couldn’t form any thoughts into words.
Giving in, he pressed another soft kiss to the blonde’s sweaty curls and closed his eyes, sleep taking over, sure that they could work it all out tomorrow.
Part Seven
Spike awakened trembling, the last remnants of his dreams tugging at his subconscious. A harsh voice and heavy fists, echoes of taunting laughter and hoarse pleas.
He felt vulnerable and open in the early morning light, tremors of panic and anxiety skittering up and down his spine.
Disoriented, he blinked his eyes open blearily, unsure as to what was wrong. He hadn’t had the dreams in years.
When he felt the warmth of a body spooned behind him and the heavy feeling of an arm around his waist, he tensed and the tremors picked up.
Flashes of the past night flickered through his head and he panted silently, cursing himself for the vulnerable position he had put himself into. He knew better than to try something like this.
He breathed deep, trying to control the shivers and his gasping breaths, and the familiar smell of the other man drifted through him. Feeling himself start to calm, he breathed in again slowly, savoring the smell of soap and Xander’s aftershave.
Spike wanted to relax back into the man, now that he was feeling somewhat calmer, but he wasn’t sure it was wanted, or if he was even supposed to still be here. Xander had said he wanted him here for the night, he hadn’t said anything about more than that.
Feeling some of the trembling start back from his insecurity, he tried to edge his way off of the bed.
The tightening of the strong muscular arm around his waist should have nudged his fear up a notch, but it brought him a feeling of safety instead.
Want him, need him so much.
“Mnnguh,” was muttered into the back of his neck and he shivered as stubble scraped and a soft warm mouth kissed his nape.
He stilled and waited for the other man to wake up fully or drift back to sleep.
“Where do you think you’re off to?” Xander finally asked, sleepily.
Spike felt his stomach tense and he replied softly, “To my room?”
Xander grunted and after a pause, “Why?”
Nibbling on his bottom lip, Spike considered how to answer and went with the truth.
“You said tonight, I didn’t know if you wanted me here longer than that. Was just gonna get my kit n go.”
Xander groaned and muttered under his breath before sighing. “I knew we shoulda talked it out last night. Got…distracted.”
Spike snorted.
Xander tightened his arm more and pulled Spike flush up against his body, back to his front.
“Too early to talk,” he complained. “Promise, later.”
Spike nodded, relaxing against the older man. He wouldn’t worry about it right now.
“Now, though, so not done with you,” Xander murmured into his neck, deliberately rubbing his stubble along the sensitive side of his throat and arching his hips into Spike, letting him feel his hard erection.
Spike moaned and shivered at the combined feel of the roughness scraping over his neck and the hard smooth heat of Xander sliding between his buttocks.
Xander’s big hand moved from where it was locked across Spike’s stomach and roamed over his chest, stroking and petting until Spike was shifting around restlessly.
Sliding back down, it softly stroked his belly soothingly before moving down to his swelling cock.
Slowly, lazily, Xander’s fist stroked and pulled at his hard flesh, making him gasp and close his eyes from the slow building sensations.
After a few long minutes of Xander’s slow hard stroking, Spike tried to turn to face him, to try to stop the teasing and speed things up.
Xander grunted at him and held him in place, nipping at the back of his neck.
Spike whimpered at the soft bite and arched into the other man’s hand, wanting, needing more.
“Fuck, Xander,” he moaned, closing his eyes.
Xander never sped up his strokes and soon Spike was shaking in need, writhing against the big strong hand.
When gasping pleas and curses started coming from his throat, Xander hushed him and released his cock, ignoring the complaining moan that came after.
Spike heard Xander reach over behind him to the nightstand and his heart picked up its pace.
Trying to still his nerves, he reminded himself that they had already done it once, and it had felt like nothing else in the world; he wanted to feel it again.
Don’t be such a git, he’s gonna think there’s somthin’ wrong with you.
When Xander lifted his leg and placed it over his own, opening him to the fingers that traced from his tight balls up to his puckered opening and back down again, he had to fight the whimper of discomfort and vulnerability.
He didn’t want the older man to stop but he was sore and aching from last night, that pain mixing in with the undeniable pleasure the light stroking was causing.
The fingers moved and came back, wet and cold, and he shivered as they circled around the entrance to his body. Soft and gentle rubbing over that tender flesh made him pant and buck backwards into the touch.
Oh bloody fuckin’ hell, that’s good.
Biting back a hiss of pain as the finger slid inside his body, he stilled his movements and waited for the burn to ease.
A couple of seconds later, the pain faded into the background as the fingertip brushed over the swollen gland in his body and his hips started shifting again.
Spike felt Xander groan hoarsely into his neck and shiver, before removing the finger gently from his body. He heard the rip of the condom packet and felt Xander moving around behind him.
Stomach tightening in nerves and anticipation, he had to remind himself to breathe.
He tried not to tense up as Xander shifted his body and he felt the blunt tip of the man’s pulsing erection against his sensitive opening. A large palm came down and rubbed soothingly against Spike’s taut abdomen as Xander smoothly pressed the head of his cock inside him.
Spike flinched and bit back a whimper, but when Xander slid all the way inside with one long thrust, a cry of pain managed to escape his clenched teeth.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why’d you have to ruin it, just hold it in.
Xander went rigid.
“Damn it,” he bit out, panting against the blonde’s neck. His hand on Spike’s belly moved to tightly grip his hip, holding him immobile.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me I was hurting you?” he finally growled, his voice harsh.
Spike started trembling and sank his teeth into his bottom lip again, nervously.
“D-didn’t want you to stop,” he replied quietly, his voice catching as Xander started brushing his neck with his lips to help calm him.
Stupid idiot, not good for anything.
Xander growled, the reverberations vibrating on the sensitive skin of his neck.
“There are other things we could have done, or I could have taken longer to prepare you-,” he stopped when Spike tried to squirm away from him in embarrassment and tightened his grip on his hip.
Spike felt his eyes fill with tears of shame and frustration and he just wanted to get away before he made an even bigger fool of himself.
Shouldn’t have even tried, no good, useless and stupid, he’s not gonna want you now.
“Shh, its okay, Spike. Just don’t ever want to hurt you, need you to tell me from now on if you are too sore for something. Don’t pull away from me, sweetheart,” he murmured, holding him close.
Xander wouldn’t let him go and eventually he relaxed back into the other man.
Releasing the tight grip on Spike’s hip, he ran his hand up and down over the younger man’s chest and belly, trying to ignore the pounding heat in his blood and the hot tightness around his erection.
“So damn beautiful,” Xander whispered against Spike’s ear, before tracing the shell with his tongue. When he nipped the soft lobe, the body in front of him shivered and he smiled.
Sliding his hand back down to Spike’s hard cock, he started slowly stroking it again. Spike gasped and tried to arch into his hand but Xander growled warningly at him, wanting him to stay still before he hurt himself more.
Spike whimpered, stuck between the too pleasurable sensations Xander was causing and the aching fullness inside him. The stretch and burn had dwindled down to minor annoyances and Spike wanted to move. Xander wasn’t cooperating, though.
When Spike finally started pleading with him, swearing that nothing hurt, Xander slowly started rocking into him. He still held Spike immobile by a tight fist around his cock and his teeth gently but firmly on his neck.
For long slow minutes, Xander altered between firm strokes on Spike’s throbbing erection and slow easy strokes into the tightness of his body.
Spike thought he would go insane from the building sensations, the slowness made every cell in his body start to hum and his skin was so sensitive that even the sheet under his side was too rough.
He could feel his cheeks and neck flushing and he couldn’t draw in a deep breath; his eyelids were too heavy to keep open but the darkness only intensified the swarming pleasure.
As he felt Xander start to thrust into him a little faster and the fist around his cock to stroke a little more firmly, his breath started hitching in his throat.
Soon, Spike was writhing helplessly between the thrusts brushing continuously over his prostate and the fist firmly wrapped around his hard aching flesh, sobs and pleas tumbling from his lips.
Fisting one hand in the sheet under him, he reached back with the other to dig his short nails into the straining and bunching muscles of the man behind him. A hoarse groan and faster, harder thrusts in response to that made him dig his nails in even more.
Spike could feel the tension build; it started from the bottoms of his feet, vibrating, and he clenched his toes, then a wave of tingling pleasure crawled up his legs and he felt his balls draw up.
His whole body tightened, the muscles aching and spasming as he froze and stopped breathing, his foot digging into the calf of Xander’s leg as if he wanted to climb on top of him.
A hoarse cry started out of his throat and it turned to a sob as his body started shaking, as he came as slowly as Xander had fucked him, the tremors shaking him and twisting him for long moments of spiraling pleasure before letting him collapse, drained.
Spike felt Xander pound hard into him, once, twice more, then dig his teeth deeply into the back of his neck, shuddering, as he came silently.
They laid there, panting and drifting, for several minutes before Xander reached down to pull out of him, tossing the used condom into the trash beside the bed.
Spike groaned softly as his muscles and sore ass protested all movement as he felt Xander climb from the bed. He drifted a few minutes until he felt a soft kiss on his forehead and he opened his eyes.
Dark brown eyes still shimmering with pleasure smiled down at him.
Another soft kiss, this time on his lips, had him humming with contentment.
So fuckin’ gorgeous, he is. So sweet and good, strong and safe.
The kiss deepened and Spike reached up to burrow his fingers in Xander’s long dark hair. He made a small protesting noise in his throat when Xander lifted his head again but the older man just grinned down at him.
“C’mon sleepy head, we’ve got a lot to do today. Up, up.”
Spike sighed and sat up, unable to prevent the small wince as his body protested again. Xander reached down and grabbed his hand, pulling him up in one smooth movement, catching him against his chest.
Yawning, Spike followed the older man to the bathroom. Xander stepped into the huge sunken tub, slowly filling with hot steaming water, and sat down, before holding out a hand to help Spike climb in.
Once he was seated between Xander’s thighs, Spike leaned back against the older man and sighed. The hot water was working wonders on his muscles and the feel of the hot soapy cloth Xander was rubbing over his chest made him want to purr.
As he rested his head back on Xander’s shoulder, closing his eyes, Xander started talking softly.
“I don’t do one night stands. If that’s what you want, I won’t chain you to the bed or anything,” he paused. “Unwillingly, anyway.” Spike snickered and felt the other man shrug.
“I won’t promise you forever, I’ve tried that once before and forever only happens if both work hard at it. But I can tell you that I enjoy your company, adore your body,” this said with a small nip on his shoulder, “and I like and respect the person you are. And obviously I’m attracted as hell to you. I’d like to see where this goes.”
Spike’s fears melted at the slight self-consciousness in his tone and tilted his head to the side, capturing the other man’s lips in a sweet short kiss.
“I’d like that, too, pet.”
He felt Xander relax and he leaned his head back against him, unable to keep the smile from his lips.
The older man was too good for him and would realize it soon enough, but he would hang on to this for as long as it lasted.
Part Eight
Xander turned his head and sneaked another quick peek at the blonde sleeping a few seats behind him, on the opposite aisle.
The small plane was buzzing with noise from the crew and their families, but Spike seemed like he could sleep through anything, sprawled out with his baseball cap down low over his face.
Xander jumped slightly when Oz dropped down beside him in the next seat.
“Finally went for it, huh?”
Xander blinked, confused. “What?”
The smaller man smiled slowly and nudged him in the side with an elbow before looking over at Spike.
Eyes growing wide, Xander asked, “What, how?”
“Oh come on, the looks and small touches were enough but when you both started pouring out pheromones when you were in the same room as each other, it became kinda obvious.”
Xander felt a flush start on his face and he glanced around to make sure no one else could hear them.
Oz rolled his eyes.
“I’m not gonna say anything, dude, it’s yours to tell or not. Me n Charles just know cuz we were there not long ago. Just glad you two finally stopped dancing around each other.”
Xander glanced to the front of the plane and saw Gunn watching them with an indulgent look towards the small red haired man beside him.
When he saw Xander looking at him, he smiled and gave him a ‘thumbs up’ before turning back around.
A slow grin spread across Xander’s face and he slouched down a little more in his seat.
“Yeah, so am I.”
Nothing more was said and Xander took the rest of the trip to go over the past night in his head.
The sex was…well…unbelievable, but it was the connection between them that shook Xander to his core.
Even in the beginning with Anya, there hadn’t been that much of a bond.
Not like he felt when he looked into Spike’s eyes.
He grimaced to himself.
Could I get any more girly?
There was something, though...
Even with his mind tingling at the memories of Spike’s moans and slow full body writhes, the sheer bliss in those dazzling blue eyes when he looked at Xander from under those heavy lashes, the throaty curses he uttered when Xander didn’t move fast enough for him…
Even with all that going on in his mind, there was this nagging, prodding sensation that kept warning him something was off.
He was still amazed and deeply gratified that he was the first to take the boy, the possessiveness he was feeling over that nearly strangled him when someone else came close to Spike.
However, the fact that the idiot had tried to hide his pain that morning from Xander made him want to shake some sense into him.
He’d never had a virgin and it had been so long since his first time with a man that he hadn’t remembered the awful soreness the next morning.
When he had heard the pained cry, he had felt like a selfish, sadistic bastard and it wasn’t a feeling he enjoyed very often.
A little pain now and then was great, but not like that.
The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Spike.
The kid was skittish enough as it was.
He had just wanted to pull out and cuddle him for the rest of the morning but the way he had pulled away showed Xander how deeply embarrassed and upset he had been.
So he had taken care to show Spike how much he was wanted.
Xander smiled crookedly as he remembered the soft gasping moans and pleading sobs he had wrung from the boy after he had made sure the pain had passed.
It had been a long time since he had felt so needed, desired.
It was a good feeling.
Spike still worried him, though.
He would have to watch him carefully until the blonde realized that Xander wasn’t going to let him hurt himself in any way.
The sheer lack of self-protection he had made Xander want to wrap him up in bubble wrap until he saw how precious he was.
One other thing bothered him about the morning, a thing that made the afterglow a little dimmer.
After dressing, Spike had retreated back into his tough, prickly shell, which wasn’t too bothersome for Xander because he knew with time he could get around that.
But Spike calmly suggesting that they not tell anyone about what had happened had put him off for a minute, thinking the boy had regrets already.
The quick, passionate kiss he had gotten in return after asking about that had reassured him.
However, there was something in Spike’s eyes that kept him wondering.
His face had been closed off but his eyes were vaguely haunted.
It had passed quickly but the look stuck with Xander.
He had rambled off some valid excuses, like lack of sponsors if they didn’t like the fact he was gay, and the fact that although there was no rule about drivers and crew chiefs ‘dating’, that some people might cause problems over it.
Those things made sense and Xander agreed with the reasoning, but it was more something he would tell Spike than for Spike to tell him.
The Spike he knew would give a two finger salute and tell them all to go fuck themselves, he didn’t give a shit what they thought.
It puzzled him, but he wouldn’t go against the boy’s wishes.
It was his career, after all.
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They touched down late in Richmond, Virginia.
Xander rubbed his gritty eyes and yawned, before looking around for Spike.
The younger man was in a huddle with Oz and Gunn and he shuddered to imagine exactly what that conversation was about.
He strolled over to the trio and rubbed his hand briefly on the back of Spike’s neck, smiling slightly at the full body shiver his touch garnered.
“Let’s go get checked into the hotel, you guys. It’s getting late and we have to be up early tomorrow.”
Gunn and Oz shared a laughing look.
Xander rolled his eyes, knowing what they were thinking.
“Sleep, we all need sleep. Come on.”
The two lovebirds got one room and Xander hid his brief flare of jealousy.
He and Spike asked for two rooms side by side and they glanced at each other almost shyly before walking slowly upstairs without another word passing between them.
Xander didn’t want to pressure him to come in, so he just told him goodnight at the door and sighed when Spike merely smiled and went into his own room.
He wouldn’t have made love to him, anyway, but he would have liked to cuddle awhile.
Made love?
Shaking his head, Xander closed his door and stripped slowly, walking towards the bathroom.
After a long hot, soothing shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back into the bedroom.
A timid knock on his door startled him and he opened it, curious.
Spike stood there shifting from foot to foot anxiously, clad in grey sweatpants and an old white t-shirt, his feet bare.
With his curls rioting around his head and his eyes wide and questioning, his bottom lip swollen like he had been chewing on it again, he looked barely sixteen.
Xander stifled his groan of pure lust at the beautiful innocent picture the boy made and waved him inside.
“Beds too bloody big,” Spike murmured, looking at the floor like he expected to be told to go back to his own room.
Xander just chuckled and swept his hand through the tumbled blonde curls.
“You don’t have to ask to sleep in here, Spike. I love having you in my bed,” he purred.
A slow flush spread over the pale face and Xander groaned aloud this time, unable to suppress the needy sound.
“To sleep. I’m not taking you again until I know it won’t hurt you,” he clarified.
At the longing glance underneath the long dark lashes, he almost caved but turned around and sighed.
“You can give me those innocent baby blue eyes all night, it aint gona work.”
Spike huffed out a breath and crawled onto the bed, watching interestedly as Xander stripped out of the towel and pulled a pair of boxers on.
Xander turned the lights out and climbed in beside him.
He tugged Spike over to lay spooned against him and buried his face in the soft curls, breathing in deep.
It wasn’t long until they were both sleeping deeply, chests rising and falling in perfect rhythm, Spike wrapped deeply in Xander’s arms, a strong leg tossed over his.
Fully content for the first time in years, Xander held the boy tight throughout the night.
Part Nine
Spike knew the exact moment that Xander realized it wasn’t a dream and started to wake up.
He could feel the other man still, then shudder as he woke up to the feel of Spike’s hot mouth enveloping his hard flesh.
“Fuck,” he heard Xander moan out softly, and he felt the older man’s hands bury themselves in his hair, clenching tightly.
He smiled around the cock in his mouth and hummed happily, causing Xander to buck up his hips and curse again.
Spike took his time, licking and sucking what he could fit into his mouth and stroking the base with his fist, every now and then capturing just the leaking head in his mouth and running his tongue around the sensitive underside.
Sliding his free hand into Xander’s open boxers, he gently rolled the heavy balls in his palm.
The moans and gasps coming out of Xander’s throat made him impossibly harder and he squirmed against the cool sheets, groaning as the friction made it worse.
Sucking him deep into his mouth, he relished the taste and feel of him, loving how he felt in his mouth, hard and pulsing, heated velvet.
Spike had never wanted anyone as much as this man.
He had wanted him since he was seventeen years old and had seen him racing on the telly back home, all hot and sweaty, laughing and climbing on his teammates after they had won their first race.
The fact that he was here, under him, his throbbing erection in Spike’s mouth, crying out, his body shaking as he came because Spike made him come, tasting the creamy bitter sweetness of him as he shot down Spike’s throat…
It was more than he could take.
When Xander arched one last time, groaning out, “Oh fuck, Spike,” he felt his balls draw up and he came hard in the sheets without even touching himself, shuddering, his eyes wide with surprise.
Well. That’s never happened before. Glad I stripped outa me sweatpants in the middle of the night.
When he could see again, he looked up at Xander to find him staring at him, mouth open, dark eyes dazed and lust-filled.
“Oh damn, that was so hot,” the older man groaned as he pulled Spike up to him, kissing him heatedly.
“And if you hadn’t just wrung me out, I’d show you how hot.”
Ducking his hot face against Xander’s neck, Spike grinned and shook his head.
He relaxed onto Xander’s chest after tucking him gently back into his boxers.
The other man ran large warm hands up and down his sweaty spine and he drifted, listening to the sound of his heartbeat under his ear.
Spike sighed softly as he felt Xander look over at the clock on the bedside table a few minutes later.
He didn’t want to move, but knew Xander would want to go down to the track first thing.
They had days until qualifying but that didn’t stop Xander from wanting to make sure a thousand times over that everything was perfect.
An hour later, after a long hot and silly shower, causing many snorts of laughter and giggles as they tried to both fit in the small shower stall, he watched Xander pull on a pair of black jeans and a white wife-beater.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed in his sweatpants from last night, Spike bit his lip as he stared at him under his lashes, wanting him again already.
Christ, he’s so beautiful.
Xander turned to find him ogling him and grinned, walking over to the bed and claiming his lips in a soft sweet kiss.
“My lip, you bite it much more and it’s gonna fall off,” he teased, before biting into it softly himself.
Spike whimpered and reached for him and Xander groaned, resting his forehead on Spike’s.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I met you,” he admitted, laughing softly.
“Bloody tease,” Spike groused, as Xander pulled away and grabbed his hand, tugging him off the bed.
“Yep,” he agreed, slipping his old sneakers on.
“Come on, let’s get you dressed n head down to breakfast before going down to the track.”
Spike sighed and let himself be led to his room, unlocking it and waving Xander in.
He was digging into his suitcase when the phone rang.
Xander reached over and answered it, since he was standing there.
“Yeah?” Spike heard him ask gruffly and he grinned a little at his telephone manners, not that he had any either.
“Uh, sure, hold on,” Xander said before turning to Spike with an arched brow, saying, “It’s your sister?”
Spike’s face lit up and he bounded over to the phone.
He sprawled down into the chair beside it, grabbing the phone eagerly from Xander’s hand.
“Willow?”
“William! I just got your message this morning, I miss you! And who was that?” he heard her babble and he grinned.
Every time he heard her voice, it reminded him of home, sunshine and the chocolate chip cookies she always convinced the cook to bake.
“That was my crew chief,” he answered almost smugly and cringed as she shrieked.
“That was Xander Harris?! I got to talk to Xander?”
“Hey, ‘m famous too, y’know!” he mock complained, laughing.
“Yeah, yeah but I’ve known you since I was five, that doesn’t count. Is he still as hot as he was when he was racing? Are you still madly in lust with him?”
“Willow!” he hissed, face flushing as he looked over to where Xander was sitting on the bed.
At the other man’s arched brow, he wasn’t sure if he had heard her or not.
“Well?” she demanded and he couldn’t help laughing again.
“Yes and yes,” he replied quietly, still looking over at the dark haired man.
“Man, that’s so not fair. You get to see him every day, it’s so weird that you’re working with him,” she complained.
He smiled softly, remembering the many hours they had spent devouring his picture in magazines, watching him race.
Taping his commercials.
He hoped to God Willow never got another chance to talk to Xander.
His last year spent at home had been full of hidden giggle-fests as they snuck to watch the little television in Willow’s room, hiding the tapes and scrapbooks they had full of magazine pictures of him, the newest American racing star.
Realizing he had been silent and not listening to Willow, he heard her repeating his name worriedly.
“Sorry, drifted a second there. Remembering a certain scrapbook of yours,” he admitted.
“Mine?! Liar, that was so yours!” she laughed, and he clutched the bright, bubbling sound to his chest, wanting her there so bad he could taste it.
“Christ, I miss you, Wills.”
“Weeellll,” she started and he felt his heart speed up.
“That’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Are you coming for a visit?” he asked excitedly, almost bouncing in his chair and he ducked his head, embarrassed, as Xander’s lips twitched, holding in his laughter.
He knew he looked ten years old but he couldn’t help it.
He hadn’t seen Willow since he left London five years ago, both of them sobbing and clinging to each other before he had made himself get on the plane.
They talked weekly but it wasn’t the same.
“No,” and he felt his heart drop, he was sure his face did because Xander looked at him, concerned.
“But I was thinking seriously about spending this last year of college down with my Aunt in California,” she finished.
“You’re moving to the US?” he squeaked in shock, trembling at the very thought.
“If you want me to,” Willow said, sounding a little unsure and he felt his heart break, again.
“Fuck Willow, of course I bloody want you to, I miss you so damn much,” he heard his voice crack on the last word and closed his eyes, overwhelmed.
He heard Xander shift on the bed and opened blue eyes bright with unshed tears, seeing how uneasy the older man looked at witnessing such a private conversation.
Spike tried to smile at him to reassure him it was okay but he wasn’t sure how well it worked because Xander just looked even more concerned.
“I’ll tell her I’ve decided, then. Where are you going to be next week and I’ll stop in to see you before I go register,” Willow said, her voice catching and he could tell she was as overwhelmed as he was.
His mind went blank and he looked dazedly over to Xander again, mouthing ‘Where are we at next week?’
“Concord, New Hampshire,” he answered quietly.
“We’ll be in Concord, New Hampshire, Wills.”
“Okay, I’ll make reservations, then. I love you, William.”
He tried to smile again and quietly whispered, “I love you, too, little sister.”
They hung up and he breathed deep, trying to rein in his rollercoaster of emotions.
Xander was still looking at him worriedly, and he walked over to the bed and sat beside him.
“I don’t remember ever hearing about you having a sister. The only family I ever heard about was your dad, the English racer,” the dark haired man said quietly.
“Mum died when I was three. My father married Willow’s mother when we were both five,” he answered shortly, not wanting to talk about his famous father or Willow’s mother.
Willow’s mother was how he always thought of her, it wasn’t Mum or Mom or even Mother or Sheila.
She hadn’t been around much when they were growing up, away as often as his father, doing book tours and talking at universities.
Xander nodded and Spike tried to breathe in again, past his tight chest and tighter throat.
“I haven’t seen Willow in five years,” he whispered achingly and a single tear rolled down his cheek.
“Fuck,” he muttered, wiping it away harshly, before he was pulled gently onto Xander’s lap.
He rested his head against the older man’s shoulder and sighed, hating that he was breaking down but loving the feel of his arms holding him tight, comfortingly.
“What about your family?” he asked after a few minutes, not remembering anyone ever saying anything about Xander’s parents.
“My parent’s died when they were drunk driving one night. I was about two and home alone, according to the police. They ran right into a tree. I got sent to my great-aunt and she raised me,” Xander told him, stroking his hair softly.
“She died when I started college and I still miss her. She was one awesome lady.”
Spike sighed softly and wrapped his arms around Xander’s waist.
“Sucks, pet,” he told him.
“Yeah, life happens that way sometimes.”
Xander paused.
“You wanna talk about it?” he finally asked.
Spike shook his head and murmured, “Just hold me a while, yeah?”
Xander’s strong arms tightened around him and he felt him nod.
“Yeah, I can do that,” he replied huskily, pressing a kiss to the top of Spike’s still-wet hair and rocking him gently.
Spike closed his eyes and breathed in the warm reassuring smell of him and smiled, feeling safe and protected.
It was a good feeling and it made him want to cling to Xander even more.
So stupid to be doin’ this, how am I gonna feel when it ends and everything I’ve wanted since I was a teenager is gone? Know better than to rely on someone else this much.
He heard the warning voice, but ignored it, savoring this brief moment in time when tomorrow looked bright and he had everything he had ever wanted almost within his reach.
Part Ten
Rock music blared amid the sound of cars cranking, shouts and laughter. Xander kept a close eye on Spike as they worked, but he seemed to have recovered from whatever his sister had said to upset him earlier.
It was harder than he had thought it would be to hide what he felt for the boy around the others. He wanted to touch him, even just a little, but was afraid people would pick up on it and ask questions Spike wasn’t ready to answer. Even his looks towards the blonde were as brief and expressionless as he could make them.
Xander wanted to lay claim on him, show everyone that this beautiful boy was his, but it was Spike’s life too and Xander had to admit that he could go a few more years without his face plastered all over the tabloids again. He was still in the news sometimes but since his retirement and divorce, he wasn’t in the tabloids every week anymore.
Hearing Spike’s husky laugh, Xander’s head jerked up from under the hood of the car and his eyes flickered over to him. The blonde had an arm around both Gunn and Oz and the three were whispering about something and snickering. He envied them their openness as he saw the loving glances pass between the two men on either side of Spike.
Sighing, he glanced back down and tried to concentrate on what he was working on, but it was late and his mind just wasn’t on it. Sneaking another glance over at Spike, he saw blue eyes gazing back at him with a longing look in them. His heart skipped a beat and his pants tightened as he held that too blue gaze with his own.
When Xander licked his lips unconsciously, he saw Spike bite into his lower lip and flush slightly. Xander hurriedly glanced away before he went over to the boy and threw him over one of the cars and fucked him silly. Stomach tightening at the very image, his hands fisted around the rag he was holding and he took a deep breath in.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Spike smirk before turning back to Gunn and his eyes narrowed. Glancing around the garage, he saw that they were the last bunch in it and a slow evil smile crossed his lips.
Straightening slowly, he looked over at Spike and saw the boy’s eyes widen at the smile on his face. Clapping his hands, he yelled out above the music, “Okay guys, you can go on home. I need to run over a couple of things with Spike and then I’ll lock up. Meet me back here at eight in the morning.”
There were a few minutes of cheers and laughter as the guys packed up and then only the four of them were left, as Spike walked Oz and Gunn to the end of the garage. Oz smirked at Xander before turning to leave and Xander laughed softly, knowing the smaller man had read his mind.
After Spike closed the heavy door, he turned to look questioningly at Xander but Xander merely reached behind him and locked the door. Turning, he walked back over to the car to wipe the remaining grease off of his hands with the discarded rag and waited for Spike to follow.
With a last wary look towards the door, Spike stood cautiously next to him. “So, what did ya wanna go over, mate?”
Setting the rag down, Xander slammed the hood of the car closed and leaned against it. With a wave of his hand, he beckoned Spike over to stand in front of him. Xander tugged him closer by sliding his fingers into the pockets of the boy’s jeans and yanking him forward, in between his thighs.
“This,” he answered gruffly, clasping a large hand on Spike’s nape before leaning down to capture his soft sweet mouth in a hungry kiss, sliding his tongue against the boy’s and stroking the sensitive roof of his mouth. The blonde met him passionately, slipping his arms around Xander’s waist to clutch at his back, his tongue meeting every deep foray of the older man’s.
Heat that had never went out sparked up between them, making them press harder against each other as hands sought a way under fabric and mouths clashed and teased, tongues dueling hotly, gliding against each other. Xander finally got the front of Spike’s jeans unzipped and slid his hands down the back.
Kneading and clenching on the pale soft flesh, he groaned and whispered huskily against Spike’s lips, “How are you feeling?” When Spike just gaped at him like it was a terribly stupid question to ask, and Xander considered after a moment that it probably was, he rephrased it.
“Any…soreness?” he asked as the tip of one finger ran lightly between soft silky buttocks, rubbing gently against puckered skin. Spike shivered and moaned before letting his head fall forward onto Xander’s shoulder weakly, as he realized what he was asking.
“N-no, am fine, aint sore atall,” he mumbled into the sweaty skin of Xander’s neck. “You’re sure?” Xander asked, his tone firm and unyielding as he remembered the other morning.
“Bloody hell, please,” Spike groaned, pushing back against his hand. Xander chuckled roughly and bit lightly on the boy’s bottom lip before biting his way down his neck. “Shoes off,” he demanded, releasing Spike.
After blinking at him for a second, Spike looked around. “You mean…here? Now?” he squeaked out, before clearing his throat and flushing hotly. “Oh yes,” Xander purred out. “Right here. Right now.”
Looking at the floor, Spike toed off his shoes and socks, before looking back up into Xander’s hot eyes, eyes simmering with heated desire as they watched his every move. “Jeans,” was all he said, motioning towards the offending garment.
Pale slender fingers lingered briefly at the fly of already unzipped jeans, a pleading look briefly crossing his face. Tilting his head at the sudden insecurity in the boy, Xander melted and motioned him forward, caving. He ran soothing palms over pale shoulders and down the soft sleek back, pressing light kisses along Spike’s jaw and cheekbones.
“Beautiful, so damn beautiful,” he murmured against the hot white skin, feeling the pulse in the boy’s neck jump as he tugged the jeans gently down over narrow hips. Spike stepped out of them and tucked his hot face in the crook of Xander’s neck.
Xander let him hide for a moment but then tilted his head back and gently raised the boy’s head with a light grip on his chin. Looking deeply into suddenly shy blue eyes, he smiled softly before saying huskily, “Want you, Spike. Want to take you hard and fast, rough, have you screaming my name. But I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
When Spike tried to look down, he held his chin firmly. “You need to tell me if I go too fast, too hard. Promise me.”
Biting deep into his luscious lower lip, Spike nodded. “Promise, Xan.”
Xander smiled and claimed his mouth again, delving deep, hot and wet, as he turned them so Spike was the one leaning against the car. Stepping back, he grinned down at him and said wickedly, “Turn around, baby, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”
Shivering as he looked into Xander’s sinfully lust filled eyes, Spike turned and braced his hands on the hood of the still warm car. The car he drove every week. His heart sped up as he realized that he wouldn’t be able to look at it again without remembering this.
Somehow, he was sure that was Xander’s intention.
Xander groaned huskily and gritted his teeth as he looked at the gorgeous sight of the half naked younger man leaning forward against the hood of the car, his legs spread slightly. Reaching forward, he gripped the end of the old white t-shirt Spike was wearing and pulled it up. Spike rose up and tugged it over his head, pulling his arms out of it and tossing it to the floor.
Running a big rough palm over the soft skin of the boy’s spine, Xander bent him back down over the hood of the car. He quickly shrugged out of his own grease stained under-shirt and reached into the pocket of his jeans for the small tube of lube he had started carrying with him.
Sliding a hard thigh in between Spike’s legs, he parted them more, causing the boy to broaden his stance. Xander growled throatily against the smooth skin of his back as he leaned over him, lightly abrading his pale flesh with his coarse stubble.
Spike moaned softly and arched back into him when he ground his jean-glad groin against the blonde’s ass. “Please, Xander,” he hissed out, legs trembling with anticipation.
“Shh, shh,” Xander murmured, as he opened the lube and slicked up two fingers. He stood off to the side, rubbing a thigh along one of Spike’s parted legs, as he gently nudged the hidden opening to the blonde’s body with a wet fingertip. “Christ,” Spike bit out, as he arched backwards into the touch.
“Mm, yeah. Just like that, sweetheart,” Xander crooned as he slid one finger deep, watching the boy’s hips buck as he grazed the small nub inside of him. Slowly working the finger in and out, he was relieved to see that Spike was relaxed enough to where there were no sounds of pain or any sudden flinches.
Slipping in the second finger, he paused a moment to let him adjust. When Spike started thrusting backwards against his fingers, Xander smiled and crooked them, bumping over the small gland again. Whimpering, Spike thrust back harder, “Fuck, Xan…oh bloody hell,” and Xander gently withdrew his fingers.
Unzipping his jeans, Xander pulled out a foil packet out of his pocket and ripped it open, sliding the thin rubber onto his large jutting cock. As Spike shuddered at the sounds and spread his legs even more, fairly vibrating in need and anticipation, Xander clenched his teeth. He could see the slightly reddened and quivering hole now and his entire body ached with the need to pound into the boy.
“Fuck, baby, you look so hot like that,” he moaned out, running a hand up and down the shivering back. “Pleassee,” Spike whimpered, trembling against him. Xander moved in between the spread thighs and the head of his cock nudged the boy’s entrance before he drew back and thrust forward sharply, impaling him in one smooth motion.
“Iiee,” Spike hissed out, fingers scrabbling on the slick surface of the car. “Was that a good noise or a bad one,” Xander questioned huskily, panting against the skin between the blonde’s shoulder blades, his body thrumming with pleasure, the hot silkiness of the boy, his boy, tightly surrounding him.
“Good, fuck so b-bloody good,” was the moaned reply and Xander rewarded him with another hard thrust, starting a pounding rhythm in and out. With a tilt of his hips, he found the swollen nub and rammed into it, sliding harshly against it, repeatedly, causing Spike to keen and buck helplessly underneath him.
“Sweet, sweet, so damn hot,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he slammed harder into Spike, lifting him up onto his toes. Thighs quivering, bracing against the car, Spike cried out with every hard thrust in as his own hard cock got smashed up between his belly and the warm slick surface of the car, the friction and pressure unbelievable.
Every hard stroke against his prostate caused bolts of pure lightning pleasure to flow up and down his legs and gather at the base of his spine and he bucked and writhed under Xander’s dominating thrusts, unable to even breathe as he felt his balls draw up tight.
Xander slowed, his hips rotating in a long slow circle, and Spike quivered and pleaded underneath him. “Fuck…no, faster please…damn you, Xan-der!” The last half of his name was yelped as Xander withdrew all the way and slammed back in, repeating the motions until Spike was sobbing and gasping for breath. Xander leaned over the boy’s shuddering back and ran his hands along the trembling arms, pressing them onto the clenching fists.
He entwined their fingers as he pressed Spike harder into the car and started thrusting hard and fast, smooth quick strokes pressing mercilessly over the swollen prostate. “So good, baby, so tight…fuck,” he bit out as he ground hard into the boy’s ass.
Spike gasped harshly into the hood of the car, his breath hitching as his head spun, all of his attention on the coiling heat and pleasure spiraling up in his loins, trickling from the soles of his feet to the knotted muscles in his shoulders. Every muscle in his body tightened and he wailed out a soundless scream as he bucked harshly against the car, his eyes rolling back in his head as he was drove relentlessly, furiously, to a pulsing and shattering orgasm.
Xander snarled as the clenching around his throbbing cock squeezed and milked him, his big body shuddering and slamming hard into the boy as his balls drew up. He shouted hoarsely as he pressed hard against Spike, tremors wracking his body as he came deep inside the tight body underneath him.
“Fuckin..shit,” he gasped out, panting on the boy’s sweaty neck. A whining groan was Spike’s only comment as he lay boneless under his hard chest, still shivering with aftershocks of pleasure.
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“You know they’re doin’ it on the car right now, dontcha?”
Oz snickered and looked up into his dark lover’s eyes. “It crossed my mind, yeah.”
Gunn smirked down at him as he opened the door to their hotel room. “I hope they remember to wash down the car before tomorrow. That stuff sticks like crazy after it’s dried.”
Oz’s face flushed and he smiled in fond remembrance. Charles chuckled softly as he followed the smaller man into the room, laying a possessive hand on Oz’s shoulder, turning him to face him.
“So damn pretty when you blush, Danny. Love that I can make you do it,” he murmured, rubbing his cheek against Oz’s flushed one. His breath catching in his throat, Daniel wrapped his arms around the taller man’s waist.
“Want you,” he whispered, looking into Gunn’s dark eyes. Those eyes sparked at the soft words and Gunn pulled him tightly to his chest before stepping back.
“I need a shower..” he started, before Oz shook his head and silenced him with a hard hungry kiss. “Love you like this, hot and sweaty..dirty,” he growled huskily, licking the sweat from the black man’s jaw. Gunn groaned and rubbed his erection against Oz’s, walking him backwards toward the bed.
Frantic hands tugged at clothing and mouths meshed only to part as shirts were pulled over heads, melting into each other again right after. Jeans were discarded just as quickly and the next sounds in the dark room were the ripping of a condom packet and the soft click of the lube opening and closing.
Pale small hands eased the thin rubber over the large dark cock and then Oz laid back, his heels over his lover’s shoulders as he eased gently into him. They both gasped and sighed in pleasure as Gunn started a slow shallow pace, kissing all over the pale face below him.
When he started to speed up, Oz panted harshly and his hands went above his head to grasp at the headboard, holding tightly. His lover’s harsh moans and curses above him made the world fall away and he stared up into the glittering black eyes.
“I love you,” he mouthed out, unable to speak, and those dark eyes closed briefly before opening, glistening with too much emotion to contain. They both shuddered and cried out, their mouths meeting in one last furious kiss as their bodies exploded and their arms tightened like vices around each other.
Gunn collapsed onto his side, after removing the condom and tossing it into the trash. Pulling his smaller lover up to lay cuddled on his chest, he whispered softly into his red tangled hair, “Love you, too, Danny.”
Oz smiled and they drifted off to sleep, wakening only slightly at the loud thump and English curse heard an hour later.
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Blue eyes met laughing brown as the two of them tried to hold in their laughter. “Am so bloody tired,” Spike complained, as he tripped again and fell against Xander. He chuckled softly, tightening his grip on the smaller man.
“We’re almost there; I just hope you didn’t wake up the guys. Not that they don’t know what we’ve been doing to be comin' in so late.”
Spike gaped up at him, flushing. “Please tell me you’re jokin’, pet,” he pleaded. Lips twitching, Xander tried to put on a straight face and nodded.
“Course I am!”
“Bloody hell.”
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