Rating: NC17/Slash
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Length: 1601 words
Spoilers: Through beginning of season four.
Summary: Spike runs across Xander outside of Oxnard.
Notes: AU; PWP. Written for [info]highwaymiles prompt #38: Spike/Xander. AU. When Xander's car died before his road trip barely got started, guess who offered him a lift?
Feedback: It’s ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don’t make me beg, it’s not pretty.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written: May 2, 2006




On the Road to Oxnard


by
Spikedluv



Spike was nearly a quarter mile back on the straight-away when he spotted the car pulled over onto the side of the road. The raised hood and the white undershirt tied to the antennae indicated that the driver required assistance. He hadn’t eaten since the night before, so he slowed down from 90 to 75 so he could check out the scene. He decelerated even further when he recognized the Bel Air and the boy sprawled on the trunk, arms thrown over his head, heels hooked over the bumper, legs spread enticingly.

Spike pulled off the road and parked behind the convertible. He took the time to light another cigarette, then pushed his door open and stepped out of the DeSoto. The boy lifted his head to look at Spike, but Spike ignored him. He walked up to the car and looked it over.

“Car problems?” he said, pursed his lips and blew smoke rings towards the boy.

He grimaced and waved the smoke away from his face, then leaned up onto his elbows. “Yeah. Damn thing just sputtered and lost power. It was just dumb luck that I managed to get it to the side of the road before it died.”

Spike made a noncommital sound, then took another drag on the cigarette. “What are you gonna do now?”

“Could use a ride,” the boy said.

“Could you, now?” Spike said, and let his eyes travel from the very tip of the boy’s unruly brown hair to the scuffed toes of his sneakers.

“Into town,” the boy added, blushing prettily.

Spike smirked, flicked his tongue out, then looked down the road. “Long walk.”

“I could wait for another car,” the boy blustered.

“Hmm. And how long did it take for me to come along?”

The boy just pouted, and Spike said, “‘Sides, you don’t want to be out here in the dark. All sorts of nasties might come along, pretty thing like you, they’d think you’re a tasty treat.”

The boy sat up and glared at Spike. “If you’re trying to scare me, it’s not going to work. I’m Sunnydale born and bred.”

“No wonder you smell so good.”

The boy huffed. “Look, are you going to give me a ride, or not?”

Spike licked his lips. “I might be persuaded, with the right incentive.”

The boy looked worried now. “Like what?”

Spike leaned over the car and stroked his thumb over the boy’s lips. “Like you wrapping those pretty little lips around my cock, letting me fuck your mouth, swallowing everything I feed you.”

“Mmm, uh, no, no, I can’t do that, I....”

“Or I could bend you over the back of the car, pound your tight little ass til you come screaming.”

The boy’s eyes were big and Spike could smell his excitement, but he shook his head.

“No, I’m not like that, I don’t just spread my legs for anyo—.” He broke off with a squeak when Spike grabbed his crotch.

“Your mouth says ‘no’, but this....” He squeezed, stroked the boy through his jeans. “...this says ‘yes’.”

The boy’s eyes rolled back as Spike played with him. “I’m not...I’m not that easy,” he finally managed to get out.

“Since when?” Spike asked, deft fingers unbuttoning the boy’s jeans and slipping inside to wrap around his hard cock.

“Since you’re, ah, god, late! Spike!”

“Couldn’t be helped, pet,” he said, letting go of Xander long enough to tug his jeans down his thighs. “Got here as soon as I could.”

“I’ve been waiting for two bloody hours!” Xander said, then moaned when Spike licked a stripe up his cock.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Spike promised, and sucked him down.

Xander’s legs went around Spike, his heels digging into Spike’s ass, urging him closer while he carded his fingers through his hair, disturbing the gel Spike had carefully applied earlier. Finger tips resting softly against the back of his neck encouraged him without applying undue force.

Spike lifted his head and worked his tongue around the head of Xander’s cock, flicked the tip over the little bundle of nerves in a move that always made the muscles in Xander’s legs twitch, then lowered his head, took him all the way in, and worked his throat around him. Only a less-than-gentle tug on his balls kept Xander from coming. Another trip up and down Xander’s cock, then a third, and a dry finger pressed against his hole, pushed inside up to the first knuckle, and Xander came with the scream that Spike had predicted.

Before he’d fully recovered, Spike flipped him over so that he was face down on the trunk and pushed two lubed fingers inside him.

“Oh, fuck.” Xander groaned and tried to get his feet under him, but his legs were too weak to support him.

Spike leaned over him, his back pressed against Xander’s, and whispered, “Don’t worry, pet, I’ve got you.” And then he stroked his fingers over Xander’s prostate, and Xander shuddered as the shock of it crashed through him.

Spike pulled his fingers back, nearly out of his body, and Xander whimpered. He twisted them, fucked Xander with shallow strokes, then dove back inside to massage his prostate before nearly pulling out again and starting over. When he thought Xander was loose enough, he replaced two fingers with three.

Xander, panting, managed to get his knees under him, braced on the bumper. He gripped the backseat cushions for support and pushed himself back onto Spike’s fingers as Spike fucked him.

“Spike, please.”

“What do you want, Xander?” Spike asked. “Want another finger?”

“Want you to, oh, god, give me that ride you promised me,” Xander said with a laugh that turned into a grunt when Spike gave his prostate an extra stroke.

One-handed, Spike unbuttoned his jeans, glad they were old enough that they nearly unbuttoned themselves, then slid them down his hips just far enough to free his cock. He eased his fingers out of Xander and gave his cock a cursory swipe to transfer just enough lube to say so. He placed the head of his cock against Xander’s hole, then pushed, sliding in until he was balls deep in Xander’s heat.

Spike grasped Xander’s hips, pulled out and pushed back in again.

“Yeah, that’s...yeah.”

Spike leaned back so he could see Xander’s ass, watch as his slick cock moved in and out of Xander’s tight hole. He alternately fucked Xander with slow, deep strokes and quick, shallow jabs, keeping him off-balance.

“Damn it, Spike!”

Xander struggled against the hold on his hips, but Spike refused to release him. He could already see the pretty finger-shaped bruises that would mar Xander’s lovely skin by morning, and he took great pleasure in continuing to torment Xander with barely there brushes against his prostate.

“Something wrong, pet?”

“Fuck me!”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?”

Spike punctuated that with a firm stroke over the bundle of nerves that made sweat break out on Xander’s back and caused him to make a sound deep in his throat that went straight to Spike’s cock.

“Oh, god, please. Spike, please.”

Spike snapped his hips forward and began a series of deep thrusts that had Xander digging his fingers into the car seats and begging Spike for more, fuck, yeah. He slid his hand around Xander’s hip and wrapped his fingers around his cock. Xander made that beautiful noise again as Spike stroked him in time with his thrusts.

“Like that?”

“Yes, just...like...oh god.”

Xander arched his back. His cock pulsed in Spike’s hand and warm fluid covered his fingers.

The sensation of Xander’s muscles fluttering around him was all it took to finish Spike off. He pushed as deep into Xander’s ass as he could get and groaned as his own orgasm rushed through him.

When he could move, he lifted himself off Xander’s back where he’d slumped, boneless and sated, and gently pulled out of him. He helped Xander stand, then cleaned them both up with a shirt from Xander’s bag, then tossed it into the backseat. He watched as Xander pulled his jeans up and buttoned them; Xander winked when he caught Spike looking.

“So, about that lift into town,” Xander said.

“I’ve got a better idea,” Spike said, curling his fingers around Xander’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Yeah, okay,” Xander said, a little breathless. “Just let me get my bag.”

Spike stopped him. “Leave the bag here.”

Xander narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

“It’ll look more...damning...if they find your bag with the car.”

“But what am I gonna wear?”

Spike slung his arm over Xander’s shoulders and led him to the DeSoto. “Don’t worry, pet, we’ll get you some new clothes.”

“This isn’t your way of getting rid of my old clothes, is it?”

“Now why would I want to do that?” Spike asked as he opened the door for Xander, then slid in after him.

Spike started the car and kicked up dust as he pulled back onto the road. He pushed the button to turn the radio on, and as the music blared out of the speakers, put his arm around Xander’s shoulders and pulled him close.

“Could we at least go back for my CDs?” Xander yelled to be heard over the music.

Spike just laughed, and wondered if they should wait til the next town, to put some distance between themselves and the abandoned Bel Air, before they stopped for a bite to eat. After fucking Xander, he was feeling a bit peckish.



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