Summary: Xander’s looking for a good time.
Written: April 24, 2004

Xander stepped into the dance club and let the atmosphere wash over him—the sight of hard bodies, the sound of voices trying to be heard over loud music, and the scent of beer, sweat, and lust. It had been a while since his last visit, but the place hadn’t changed much.

He headed over to the bar, squeezed his way through the crowd surrounding it, and ordered a beer. Bottle in hand, he turned to survey the club. A lot of the men were here in pairs, but even more were alone, looking for someone to go home with. Or to just get off with. It looked to be a good night.

He finished his beer, handed the empty bottle to a passing server dressed in short, tight denim shorts and a cut-off mesh t-shirt that left nothing to the imagination, and headed for the dance floor. Xander wasn’t the most self-confident of guys, but he knew he was looking good tonight. His hair was past due for a cut and fell into his eyes. He wore a pair of old, snug-fitting blue jeans, faded and ripped at mid-thigh and just below his ass, matched with a deep green t-shirt one size too small so that it pulled taut across his chest and didn’t quite reach the waistband of his jeans. He hadn’t wanted to wear anything good and risk ruining them—who knew what he’d be kneeling in before the night was over?

Xander stepped out onto the dance floor to appreciative glances that went largely unnoticed. He took a deep breath and shook his shoulders, loosening them up, and then began to move to the throbbing beat. The crush of bodies shifted around him, seductively brushing against him before moving on. Soon he was partnered with two guys who rubbed and pressed against him until the blood was pounding in his veins.

When Xander declined their invitation to visit the men’s room, they left him, grappling each other as they pushed through the crowd. Xander was hard, his dick constrained painfully inside tight jeans, but it was too early in the evening for him. He preferred to wait a little longer, draw out the anticipation. He closed his eyes and swayed, abandoning himself to the music.

Xander had no idea how much time had passed when a hard body pressed up against his back. Eyes still closed, he allowed himself to lean into the other man. He didn’t care who it was, it was time. His body was so aroused by this point it wouldn’t take much more additional stimulation to make him come in his pants.

The man wrapped an arm around his waist and rubbed his other hand over Xander’s chest as he ground a hard cock into his ass. Xander let his head drop back as he reached behind him and grabbed the other man’s hips so he could push back against him. Wet suction on his neck as fingers tweaked his nipples made Xander whimper. He bit his bottom lip as fingers slipped beneath his t-shirt and ran over sweat-slicked skin, and then dipped beneath his waistband.

He was hot, hard, and hungry—desperate for more. He writhed against the man behind him, wordlessly trying to convey the depth of his need as he lifted his hips, urging the fingers lower. He stretched his arms back, his hands grasping a tight ass and attempting to pull his partner closer. The man withdrew his hand from Xander’s jeans and he moaned his disappointment.

His moan turned into a groan of satisfaction when the man cupped him through his jeans. “Yesss,” he hissed, thrusting into the hand gripping him. “Please.”

“Want it bad, do you?” the man whispered in his ear.

“Yes,” Xander grunted.

“You don’t even care who gets you off, do you?” the man continued hoarsely.

“No,” Xander agreed breathlessly. “Please.”

“Do you want to suck me?”

Xander hesitated. For a moment, the other man’s voice had sounded familiar, but a less than gentle squeeze of his hand recaptured Xander’s attention. “Yes!”

“Want me to fuck you?”

“Oh, god, yes.” Xander’s voice shook and his body shuddered. He thrust into the man’s hand, and then back against the cock grinding into his ass, searching for release, no longer caring if he came in his pants.

“What about him?” the man continued, keeping his voice low. He nudged Xander to open his eyes and took his hand off him long enough to point out a man leaning against the railing that surrounded the dance floor, his eyes locked on them. “Would you let him fuck you? Would you spread your legs for him and raise your pretty ass in the air so he could bury his cock inside you?”

Xander whimpered as the man’s hand returned to his aching prick. The man he’d pointed out had dark hair, light eyes, and olive skin, but Xander was so turned-on it wouldn’t have mattered if he’d had horns. “Yes,” he gasped.

“Always knew you were a slut, Harris,” the man behind him said in his normal, snarky tone. “If I’d realized you’d give it up to any...dick...I’d have given you a taste of this before now.” He jerked his hips.

Xander froze as the English accent penetrated his muzzy brain. He slowly tilted his head to the side. Sharp cheekbones, blue eyes, and bleached hair filled his vision, and he suddenly had trouble breathing. He tried to pull away, but Spike sharply pulled him back against his chest.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he hissed. “You’ve been making a right spectacle of yourself, Harris, offering it up to anyone who had the balls to take you in hand.” He tightened his grip on Xander’s cock. “So to speak. You’re not goin’ anywhere, pet, ‘cause I’ve got plans for you,” Spike purred. “Gonna do you up right, luv.”

Xander shivered at Spike’s tone and felt his bones melt. He wanted to pull away—this was Spike! Evil vampire. But there was a part of him that wanted to know what it would feel like to have the promise of that hardness pressing against his ass fulfilled. To feel it slamming into him, ramming his prostate with every pass.

Spike slid one hand under his t-shirt, pinching and pulling on his nipples, which distracted him enough to allow the vampire to pull his zip down and slip his fingers inside to stroke his leaking erection.

“No knickers, Harris?” Spike asked sarcastically. “I’m shocked.”

Xander gasped and clenched his fingers, only realizing then that he’d never relinquished his grip on Spike’s ass. Christ! Was Spike going to pull him out right here? And was he going to let him? Xander was lost in the desire flooding his body. He needed to come so badly that if Spike wanted to do him right here on the dance floor, he’d probably let him.

“You like this, don’t you?” Spike teased, raking a nail up Xander’s length. “Knowing they’re watching. ‘Nother thing I didn’t know about you, pet. You want me to shove your pants down and take you right here? Bend you over the railing, maybe?”

Xander couldn’t think, much less form words. Thank god he didn’t have to. Spike drew his hands away from Xander. “Let’s go, pet,” he commanded. “I bet you look pretty on your knees.”

Xander staggered when Spike let go of him and pulled out of his grasp. It took a moment for him to process what Spike had said, and then stumble eagerly after him, remembering belatedly to zip his jeans. When he made it to the bathroom, Spike was leaning against the wall smoking.

The doors on two of the stalls were closed, and Xander could hear the slap of skin and moans that indicated they were being put to good use. One remained empty, if the open door was any indication, but Spike pointed to a spot in front of him. Xander automatically looked at the floor, and then back up at Spike.

“Get over here, Harris,” Spike commanded.

Xander moved over to stand in front of him.

“Undo your pants.”

Xander’s eyes got big.

Spike’s eyes narrowed. “Undo your pants and shove them down so I can see what you’ve got to offer.”

With shaking hands, Xander unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then shoved them down his hips until his cock and balls were hanging free. Spike looked him over critically. He took another drag off his cigarette.

“On your knees,” Spike said.

Xander’s heart started beating rapidly and his chest heaved. Holy hell! Spike wanted to...right out here in the open where anyone could see! The head on Xander’s shoulders and the head in his pants debated the merits of getting off with Spike’s dick up his ass versus using his own hand. At least they were more private than when he was letting Spike fondle him on the dance floor, he told himself.

Swallowing hard, Xander lowered himself to his knees in front of Spike, the grime on the floor soaking into his jeans, and then looked up at him through hair that had fallen over his forehead. The vampire took a deep breath and tossed his cigarette towards an overflowing sink.

“Knew you’d look good on your knees,” he said. “Take me out.”

Xander fumbled with Spike’s belt, fingers trembling with nerves and desire. When the buckle was finally undone, he opened Spike’s jeans. Not-so-little Spike fell out into his hand—looked like Spike wasn’t wearing any underwear, either. Xander caressed the hard flesh, gently pushed the foreskin back, and then leaned forward and licked the pre-come off the tip. He looked up at Spike to make sure he was doing what the vampire wanted, and licked his lips anxiously.

Spike groaned. “Open your mouth,” he instructed.

Xander opened his mouth and watched eagerly as Spike grabbed the base of his cock and aimed it towards the waiting orifice. He ran the head around Xander’s lips, leaving a trail of sticky ejaculate, while Xander attempted to capture it with his tongue. Finally, finally, Spike set the head of his cock on Xander’s tongue.

He looked up at Spike pleadingly. The vampire stared back at him through heavily-lidded eyes, and then nodded. Xander immediately closed his mouth and began sucking with loud, slurping noises. He worked his way up and down Spike’s shaft, taking more in each time. He felt Spike move, and knew the blond wanted to fuck his mouth, but was holding himself back.

Xander took Spike in as far as he could, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of his throat, and reached up to grab his ass, squeezing taut cheeks as he swallowed around the length in his mouth. Spike grabbed his hair with one hand and Xander looked up at him, practically begging him with his eyes.

Spike repositioned himself, grabbed hold of Xander’s head with both hands, and began fucking his face. Xander moaned his appreciation around the cock sliding forcefully in and out of his mouth, eliciting a reciprocal groan from Spike, and resulting in the vampire slamming into his mouth with even less restraint.

Xander reached for the cock bouncing against his stomach with each thrust of Spike’s hips. He was hard and aching and desperate for release. Spike gripped his hair tightly and pulled until Xander rolled watering eyes up to look at him. “Don’t touch yourself,” he growled.

Xander whined around the cock in his mouth. Devilishly, he pressed his tongue to the underside, letting the tip of his stiffened tongue poke into the slit each time Spike drove back into his mouth. Spike grunted and pulled out of Xander’s mouth. Like a baby denied the teat, Xander followed after it, trying to recapture it.

Spike grabbed him by the mouth, pressing his cheeks painfully against his teeth, and jerked his head around. “Wanna fuck you,” he said hoarsely.

Xander squeaked, and then blushed. Spike smirked. “Get on your feet, Harris,” he ordered softly.

Xander rose to his feet and allowed Spike to manhandle him until he was bent over a radiator that looked like it had been well-used in the past, his jeans down around his ankles. Xander was breathing so hard he could barely make out the rustling behind him, and jumped when Spike slathered cold lube between his cheeks.

He jumped again at the breath on his neck when Spike leaned over him and whispered, “Gonna do you good, Harris,” as a finger pushed inside him. Spike fucked him with the one finger, finding and brushing his prostate just once to fill him with anticipation before sliding a second in with the first. “Gonna fill you up and fuck you so good. Gonna ruin you for any other man. Only my cock’ll do.”

Xander moaned, clawing at the peeling paint on the radiator as three fingers pumped into him, stretching and fucking him until he thought he’d scream. Spike removed his fingers, quickly positioned himself and grabbed Xander’s hips, and then slammed into him, and Xander did scream. He pulled out almost all the way and leaned over Xander’s back.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he said.

“Yes, Spike, please, I want it,” Xander responded breathlessly.

Spike thrust in and out, then held still. “I’m not sure I believe you, Harris,” he said.

“Oh, god, Spike, please! Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Spoil me...”

Spike drove in.

“Yes, god, spoil me for anyone else!” Xander cried, and Spike proceeded to do so, pistoning in and out of his ass as fingers dug into his hips. Xander pushed back, fingers clenching the top of the radiator to keep from reaching for his untended cock which was demanding attention. Spike kept punching his prostate, and Xander was seeing stars.

“Spike, Spike, god, I don’t think...”

“Come for me, Xander,” Spike purred in his ear.

“Oh...god!” Xander’s body stiffened and fireworks exploded as he erupted, shooting spurt after spurt of semen onto the radiator. Spike continued to pound into him, and then he heard the vampire roar, and felt him pulse and swell inside him before everything went black.

When Xander regained consciousness, Spike was draped over his back, his hands moving tenderly up and down his sides, whispering endearments.

“Uhn, how long?” Xander asked groggily.

“Just a couple minutes,” Spike replied softly. “You okay, luv?”

Xander thought about that. His ass hurt, in a good way, his cock ached, and he didn’t think his legs were going to support him when he straightened. “Yeah,” he said, smiling, “great.”

“That was bloody fantastic, Xan,” Spike said. “You were so fucking hot out there on the dance floor. I got so turned-on watching you. Watching them all wanting you, and knowing you were mine. Mine.” He petted Xander’s head.

“Spike,” Xander said warningly, “despite the fact that you call me ‘pet’, I am not in fact your pet. And do you think I can get off this...thing now?” he asked disgustedly, indicating the nasty radiator.

Spike grinned at him, and then lifted off his back, gently pulled out, and helped Xander straighten up. He groaned as muscles stretched and joints popped. They cleaned up and tucked themselves back into their jeans.

“Wanna go dance?” Spike asked hopefully.

“No!” Xander blushed.

“Why not?” Spike asked with a slight pout.

“Because you...we...they...”

Spike smirked and waggled an eyebrow. “You seemed to be enjoying it at the time. I know they did.”

Xander’s blush deepened. “That was different...heat of the moment stuff. I couldn’t just go back out there now after we...”

“I could heat you up again,” Spike offered, his voice low and sexy.

Xander swallowed hard. He knew it would be so easy for Spike to do, a look, a light touch, and he’d be primed. And then Spike glanced up at Xander through his lashes. Xander trembled. He strived to make his brain and mouth work in conjunction. “H-how about we go home and take a shower?” he suggested.

Spike’s eyes glazed over. Xander wasn’t sure if he was picturing him wet and slippery with soap, or remembering the last time they’d showered together and ended up crawling out of the tub because they couldn’t stand.

“‘Kay,” Spike squeaked, and then cleared his throat. “I mean, right, good idea.” He grabbed Xander’s hand and jerked him out of the bathroom.

“Oh, and next time,” Xander said, “you get to be the slutty, dancer-type person.”

“Whatever you say, luv,” Spike replied.

Xander grinned. He so enjoyed a distracted Spike. But not as much as he was gonna enjoy watching Spike’s hot, tight little body on the dance floor next time they played this particular game.

Summary: Xander has a new assistant whose job description is very...broad.
Written: May 6, 2004

Xander stood behind his desk, leaning over it to review the latest blueprints for his current project, arms extended, hands flat on either end of the blueprints to hold them smooth so he could study them. A knock on the trailer door interrupted him. He straightened and stretched his back, letting go of the blueprints and allowing them to roll back up. He sighed, checking the clock on the wall above the door. That was probably Bradford, a young kid who just didn’t have a head for construction and was on his way out the door. He really hated this part of the job.

“Come in,” he called wearily.

The door was pushed open to reveal a slim blond standing on the top step. “Mr. Harris,” he said nervously. “Carl said you wanted to see me?”

“Yeah, Bradford, come on in,” Xander said. “Have a seat.” He indicated the scarred wooden chair across from his desk as he dropped heavily into a padded chair that had seen better days. He picked at a piece of loose plastic on the arm as he studied the other man—sharp cheek bones, blue eyes, fair skin despite working outside in the sun, slim, nervous hands.

He sighed, and bit the bullet. “This your first construction job?” he asked kindly.

Eyes that had been skittering about the trailer glanced at him, and then locked on something fascinating on the top of the desk. “Yeah,” he said. “But I’m a quick learner.”

“I’m sure you are,” Xander said. “But you also happen to be a bit...clumsy. Carl tells me we had to replace a drywall you fell through, you dropped a 2x4 from three stories up that almost landed on Steve, and you nearly nailed your hand with the nail gun. Yesterday.”

Bradford blushed. “I-I can explain all that,” he said hesitantly. “It wasn’t my fault. Sir.”

Xander waved his hand in consent “Okay,” he said slowly. “Explain.”

“I don’t think the other guys like me,” he started softly. “They keep playing practical jokes on me.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Xander asked, concerned.

“I figured they were just hazing the new guy, and it would eventually stop,” Bradford said.

“How long have you been here?” Xander asked, digging for a file folder beneath the blueprints and flipping it open.

“Three weeks,” Bradford replied.

“And they’re still hazing you?”

The blond paused. “Yes,” he admitted, embarrassed. “I thought I could handle it.”

“Okay, continue,” Xander urged.

“Well, yesterday was worse than usual. I was carrying a load of lumber with Gary, and he backed me into a pile of scrap. That’s when I tripped and went through the drywall. Then Jim...,” he paused.

“Go on,” Xander encouraged.

Bradford blushed. “Jim...swatted my bum, and that’s why I dropped the 2x4. Then Milt blew in my ear while I was nailing...”

Xander felt his lips twitch and pressed them together to keep from smiling. He forced a blank look onto his face, reminding himself he had to remain serious.

“Sounds like the men need a...stern talking to,” he admitted. “However, that doesn’t change the fact that these accidents are costing the company money.” He held up his hand to keep Bradford from speaking. “Not only in supplies, and work having to be redone, but in possible insurance costs, both health and liability.”

“But, Sir!” Bradford cried out. “I need this job. You can’t fire me for something that wasn’t my fault.”

Xander didn’t look impressed. “The bottom line is, I can’t have you out there on the construction site. You’re an accident waiting to happen. Whether it’s your fault or theirs.”

The other man slumped in his chair, a dejected expression on his face. “What am I going to do?” he asked plaintively.

Xander’s eyes caught on Bradford’s—Will, he remembered from reading his file—lips as the other man nervously chewed them. Unexpectedly, his cock jumped in his jeans.

“Can you type?” he asked suddenly, and Will jerked his head up at the seemingly out-of-the-blue question.

“Sir?”

“Can you type?” he repeated.

“Uh, yeah, a little bit,” the blond replied. “High school typing.”

“Answer phones?”

“Yeah.”

“File?”

“Um, you mean just alphabetical stuff? Yeah.”

“Make coffee?”

“I’m a tea...yeah.”

“I need an assistant,” Xander said. “To help me out in here.” He waved his hand about, indicating the stacks of paper piled haphazardly about the trailer.

Will scratched his head. “You’re gonna keep me on?” he asked. “As your secretary?” He frowned.

“Assistant,” Xander corrected. “I think this solution works for both of us,” he added, looking the other man over carefully. “I need an assistant, you need a job, and we all need you to not be out there.” He pointed towards the wall that separated them from the construction site.

Xander leaned back in his chair and watched carefully as the other man considered his offer. He wasn’t sure why he’d made it—he’d never made a decision with his prick before. Well, always a first time for everything, he thought.

He stood and walked around the desk, stopping next to Will’s chair and sitting his butt on the desk, legs crossed at the ankles, hands gripping the edge of the desk as he watched the other man expectantly. A myriad of expressions crossed his face as he worried his lips nervously.

“You have beautiful lips,” Xander said softly.

Will’s eyes got big and his mouth dropped open. “Uh, wh-wha—?” he stammered.

“Just so we’re clear,” Xander continued in that same soft voice, “you’re responsibilities will include running messages to the site, filing, typing, answering phones, making coffee, and any other...assistance...I might find myself in need of.” He reached out and brushed a knuckle over Will’s lips. “Understand?”

Will stared at Xander in confusion, and then his eyes grew round with understanding. They dropped to Xander’s groin and bounced away quickly when he saw the bulge in his jeans. He licked his lips nervously, accidentally grazing Xander’s finger with his tongue. He blushed and pulled back. “But I-I’m not...like that,” he managed to get out, blinking at Xander innocently.

Xander smiled at him. Really the man was gorgeous. He was hard just thinking about him, and from that soft, too brief touch of his tongue against his finger. He wondered why he hadn’t thought of this before. “That doesn’t matter,” he said, his tone supportive. “You’re a quick learner.”

Xander pushed away from the desk and walked around it, glancing up at the clock as he went. “Shift starts in eight minutes,” he said, not looking at Will as he unrolled the blueprints to resume his study of them. “You have until then to decide.”

It took all his effort to keep his hands and arms from shaking as he held the blueprints flat, waiting for Will to say or do something. The man sat frozen in the chair until the hand on the clock ticked its way to starting time. Will rose from his chair and Xander looked up at him, trying to keep his expression neutral.

“I need this job,” Will said dejectedly.

Xander refrained from laughing in relief and dancing with excitement. Just. He picked up his coffee cup and held it out to Will. “Dump this and get me fresh,” he said, and then turned back to the blueprints as though nothing unusual had happened.

Once the steaming hot cup of coffee was on his desk, Xander set Will to sorting the first pile of papers that needed to be filed. He tried to concentrate on the prints in front of him, but thoughts of the use to which he planned to soon put Will’s beautiful mouth filled his mind and kept his body on edge.

Xander leaned back in his chair and watched Will’s back as the other man attempted to make sense of the stacks of paper before him. His bleached blond hair was short and left his neck bare. Xander had an undeniable urge to place his lips there. He stood, not taking his eyes off Will.

At the sound of his chair rolling back, Will’s shoulders stiffened. He continued sorting and didn’t look his way, but Xander knew the other man was aware of every step he took. Xander stopped behind him, placed his hands on the back of the chair, and leaned down so his breath tickled Will’s ear. “How’s it going?” he asked softly.

“Good, good,” Will replied, a little too loudly, a little too quickly, unable to hide the trembling of his hands.

“Good,” Xander said, drawing the word out, and then gave in to temptation and placed a light kiss on the back of Will’s neck.

The blond jumped nervously. “I, um, I’m not done with this...,” he stammered, holding up a piece of paper that shook.

Xander took the paper and tossed it on the table. “That can wait,” he replied, his voice husky with desire. He twirled Will’s seat around, lifting one leg up and over so he was straddling the other man’s thighs, and then seated himself on Will’s lap. He rested his elbows on the back of the chair, leaning in close to Will’s face. “This can’t,” he said, and then lightly brushed his lips over Will’s.

Will whimpered and tried to pull away. Xander placed his hands on either side of Will’s head and held him still. “Don’t fight me,” he breathed heavily, and then licked the other man’s lips. “Mmm, you taste so good,” Xander murmured as he licked and nibbled his way across Will’s closed lips.

Will’s hand came up between them, pushing ineffectually at Xander’s chest. “Please,” he groaned, “I’ve never...”

Xander took the opportunity to slip his tongue into the other man’s mouth. Will moaned, the vibration around Xander’s tongue going straight to his groin, and then bucked up in an attempt to dislodge Xander. The move brought their groins into contact, and Will whimpered.

Xander groaned. God, that felt amazing! His arm went around Will’s neck and he increased the pressure against the other man’s mouth as he rubbed their groins together.

“You’re gorgeous,” Xander mumbled as he pulled back to place a line of kisses along Will’s jaw and down his throat, letting his tongue taste the other man’s skin, licking and sucking.

“No,” Will moaned, “no...” He tipped his head back, even as he attempted to deny Xander, baring his throat, and dug his fingers into Xander’s chest. Xander growled and sucked harder on Will’s throat, determined to leave a mark.

Xander felt Will’s hardness pressing into his. He eagerly slipped his hand between them and unzipped Will’s jeans, reached inside and found his swollen flesh, and then pulled it out so he could play with it.

“Knew you were a quick learner,” he teased against Will’s neck, drawing a loose fist up the other man’s length, and then running his thumb over the head that was peeking out from his foreskin. Will’s free hand gripped his thigh and squeezed.

Xander reluctantly pulled away from Will’s neck and leaned back, looking down to watch his hand move over Will’s shaft. “You have such a pretty cock,” he purred. Will gurgled wordlessly.

Xander smiled knowingly and tightened his grip. Will’s mouth dropped open, his entire body trembling beneath Xander’s. “Gonna do such nasty things with this cock,” Xander promised wickedly, pulling firmly. “Gonna make you come in so many ways, so many times... Bet you taste delicious.”

Xander ran his thumb over the head and beneath the foreskin, collecting pre-come. He slowly brought his thumb to his mouth and licked it, and then stuck it in his mouth and suckled it clean. Will’s breathing increased and he bit his bottom lip at the sight, moaning happily when Xander returned his hand to his penis. Xander smiled. Coming to work just took on a whole new meaning.

He had a sudden desire to see the other man naked. “Take your shirt off,” he commanded softly. Will, lost in the sensation of Xander’s hand stroking him, moved to obey without thought. He unbuttoned the light flannel shirt he wore over his t-shirt and slid it off his shoulders, pulling his arms out. It hung limply over the back of the chair, the cuffs dragging on the floor.

Xander’s breath caught at the sight of the blue t-shirt pulled taut over Will’s chest. He ran a thumb over one of the other man’s nipples and watched it pebble. Will whimpered when Xander’s attention wandered and the hand on his cock slowed down. He cupped Xander’s hips, fingers clenching desperately.

Xander slipped his hand beneath the t-shirt and Will sucked in a breath when his fingers trailed over the other man’s belly. “Take the t-shirt off,” Xander said.

Will struggled to lean forward and lift the t-shirt so he could peel it off. As he raised his arms to pull it over his head, Xander bent forward and licked an exposed nipple. Will whimpered. Xander sucked on him, then bit down. Will dropped the shirt and his hands cupped Xander’s head to him.

Xander raised his head and looked at Will’s flushed face. “Jeans,” he said hoarsely. He really wanted to taste the other man, to watch his face when he came.

Will stared back at him with glazed eyes that slowly cleared. “This is wrong,” he whispered despairingly.

“How can it be wrong when it feels so good?” Xander asked. He moved his mouth to Will’s other nipple and kept up a steady stroke on his penis.

He thought he heard Will’s whispered, “Lead me not into temptation...”

Xander carefully forced the fingers of his free hand between Will’s thighs and tickled his balls through the denim. Will gasped, and his hands moved quickly to the waistband of his jeans, making short work of the belt buckle and button, and then laid the denim open.

“Spread your legs, Will,” Xander whispered, lifting his weight off the other man. Will spread his legs and Xander slipped his hand inside, cupping the other man’s scrotum. He rolled and squeezed, pulled and stroked, watching Will’s face as his body reacted to Xander’s touch as both hands worked him.

Will’s body stiffened, the muscles in his neck corded, and he trembled as his balls tightened in Xander’s hand, and then his cock twitched before shooting its load all over the blond’s belly. While Will gasped and shuddered in aftershock, Xander released his softening penis and wiped two fingers through the sticky fluid, and then brought them to his mouth. The bitter salty flavor of the man exploded on his tongue.

He caught Will watching him with a dazed expression on his face. “You taste so good,” he said. Xander brought his fingers to Will’s mouth. “Taste yourself.”

Will shook his head. Xander wiped both fingers over the other man’s closed lips, and then placed them in his mouth and sucked them clean. When Will still hadn’t moved to lick the come off his lips, Xander leaned forward and licked them, making sure he’d removed every drop of the other man’s semen, and then shoved his tongue into Will’s mouth and kissed him ravenously.

He grabbed Will’s head and ran his fingers through hair already mussed by removal of the t-shirt. “My turn,” he whispered against swollen lips. Will looked at him, eyes wide with understanding. “Undo my jeans,” Xander instructed.

Will shook his head. Xander smiled and nodded, said, “Oh, yes, my pretty boy. You’re my assistant, so assist me. Wanna feel your hand on my prick. Your lovely mouth. Your tight ass. Now be a good boy and do as I say. You wanna be a good assistant, don’t you?” Xander purred.

With a distressed whimper, Will unbuttoned and unzipped Xander’s jeans.

“Take me out,” Xander whispered excitedly. Will awkwardly pulled him out and held him in his hand. “That’s right, touch me, gently, like you’d touch yourself. Oh, good boy, yes.”

Xander reluctantly pushed Will’s hands away, afraid he’d come before experiencing everything he wanted from the other man, and stood. He pulled Will’s head forward and rubbed the head of his penis over Will’s lips. Will looked up at him in wide-eyed fear.

“Open your mouth,” Xander instructed. Will shook his head again. Xander’s eyes narrowed. “Lick it,” he said firmly. Will stuck a tentative tongue out and licked the tip. Xander thought his legs would give out.

“Lick it all over,” he commanded breathlessly. Will obeyed, covering the head with saliva. “Now suck on it, just like a lollipop,” Xander said. Will opened his mouth, took Xander in, and sucked.

“Oh, good boy,” Xander moaned. “Use your tongue, that’s it. You do have a pretty mouth. Okay, take a little bit more.” Xander slowly pushed more of his penis into Will’s mouth. The blond gamely sucked, even when his eyes began to water and he choked as Xander’s cock touched the back of his throat.

Xander felt his nuts tightening, but he didn’t want to come in Will’s mouth when there was such a tight, virgin ass waiting for him. He slowly pulled out and Will’s teeth scraped over him. Xander gasped and the other man quickly turned eyes full of anxiety and apology up at Xander.

“That’s all right,” Xander assured him, “you’ll do better next time.” Will looked relieved. “And if you don’t, I’ll have to punish you.” Will paled. Xander stepped back.

“Take your jeans off.”

“S-Sir?” Will stammered.

“You heard me, Will.” He brushed a thumb over Will’s lips. “You’ve shown yourself to be a quick learner so far, such a good assistant, don’t disappoint me now.”

Will removed his work boots and then stood and pushed his jeans down over slender hips. Xander stroked himself as he watched Will. Not too much, since he was close, but enough to keep the fire in his nuts burning. After Will had dropped the jeans onto the floor with the t-shirt, Xander told him to put his work boots back on.

When Will stood before him in nothing but a pair of tan work boots and white socks, Xander took a moment to look him over. Despite being slim, the other man was toned and well-formed. Will turned in place when Xander indicated, and he salivated at the sight of tight buttocks. He couldn’t wait to get his hands, not to mention tongue and dick, on them.

Xander led him over to the scarred wooden chair before the desk and bent him over the back, placing his hands on the arms. “Hold on tight, now,” he warned, “‘cause I’m gonna rock your world.”

Will trembled. “No, Sir, please,” he begged as Xander kicked his feet apart. Xander ignored his entreaty and stepped back, the better to view the delicacy laid before him—all that pale skin, the virgin pucker winking at him, and the cock and balls hanging heavy between his legs. Will was spread like a banquet, waiting only for him to partake of it.

He groaned and dropped his hand from his cock, afraid he’d come before sheathing himself inside that beckoning hole. He stepped up behind Will and dropped to his knees. He needed to taste the other man now. Gently grasping his cheeks, Xander pulled them apart and stared hungrily at the twitching ring of muscle.

“Sir, I’ve never...,” Will moaned, and then cried out when Xander’s tongue touched him. “N-never...” Xander licked him again, and he gasped. “Oh, god!”

Xander licked, and sucked, and nibbled until Will was babbling and his legs were shaking. He shoved his tongue inside the now-eager hole and Will wailed, shuddering as Xander tongued him. Xander wanted to savor the taste of the other man, but knew he didn’t have long before he exploded.

He grabbed the hand balm from the bathroom sink and scooped some out before tossing the jar aside. Will was looking back at him over his shoulder, eyes hazy, expression a combination of concern and anticipation. Oh, yeah, the man was gonna love this, Xander thought.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he promised as he warmed the balm between his fingers, and then slathered it between Will’s cheeks. Will jumped at the odd sensation, and while he was distracted Xander slipped one finger inside him. Will was so hot and snug around his finger, Xander couldn’t wait to feel him tight around his cock.

He carefully moved his finger in and out, twisting it, stretching the opening, and then stroked Will’s prostate. Will cried out. Xander brushed his finger back and forth over the swollen nub until Will was shaking and keening, and then added a second. He could tell that Will was lost in the sensation of pleasure as Xander worked his ass, and he took advantage of that, alternately stroking his prostate to keep him worked up, and stretching him.

“You like that, don’t you?” he teased. “Like my fingers in your ass, fucking you. Such a good assistant. Tell you what, your ass squeezes my cock like it’s squeezing my fingers, might even give you a bonus,” Xander promised.

When Xander was able to easily work three fingers in and out of him, he removed them and wiped the remaining balm over his cock. “Gonna fuck you now,” he said, barely able to keep himself from babbling, he was so excited.

Will looked fearfully back at him over his shoulder. “I can’t!” he said, glancing at Xander’s penis. “Th-that’s not gonna fit inside me. It’s too big!”

“Don’t worry, Will,” Xander said soothingly as he placed the head of his cock against the other man’s stretched hole. “I’ve stretched you, and you’ll stretch more to fit. It’ll just hurt a little bit at first, and then it’ll feel so good. Promise,” he said, and pressed, pausing after the head popped in so that Will could adjust.

“You okay?” Xander asked, running his hands over Will’s back in an attempt to keep himself from shoving the rest of the way inside the other man before he was ready.

“Ohh!” Will cried. “That’s...you’re so big! It hurts.”

“It’ll get better,” Xander said. “Relax.” He continued to rub Will’s back soothingly. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he said, and waited for Will to nod.

“O-okay,” the other man said. Xander gripped Will’s hips and pushed steadily until he was fully sheathed in the blond’s ass.

“Oh, Christ!” Xander cried, breathing heavily. “You’re so tight, Will. I’m gonna love fucking your ass.” He bent over Will’s back and placed a kiss between his shoulder blades, and then whispered in his ear, “Gonna fuck you every day, Will. Your mouth, your ass. If you’re a good boy, I’ll keep you all for myself, but if you’re a bad boy, I’ll open the door and let the guys watch. I know they wanted this,” Xander paused to slap Will’s ass and the other man grunted, “but it’s mine, now.”

Just as Xander readied himself to give Will the reaming of his life, the phone rang. Will stiffened beneath him. Xander whispered, “Don’t make a sound, now,” and then pressed the button that would place the call on speaker phone, and proceeded to fuck Will as he took the call.

Xander straightened behind Will and moved slowly in and out of him as he spoke to the man on the phone, teasing them both. Will was trembling, and he could see that he was struggling to remain silent. Christ, he wanted nothing more than to slam into Will and hear him gasp and grunt and beg until he couldn’t string two words together. Unable to control himself, he started pumping his hips faster, driving deeper and harder into Will until they were both biting their lips to keep from making a sound and he could barely concentrate on the phone conversation.

He wasted no time after the caller hung up, driving into Will and telling him how good he felt and how hard Xander was gonna make him come. Will screamed as Xander reached around him and fisted his penis. He began to move frantically, fucking himself onto Xander’s cock and into his hand. Will stiffened and pushed back one last time as he came once more.

Xander reveled in the sound of Will’s raspy breathing, the sight of his body straining beneath him, the feel of his cock pulsing in his hand, his internal muscles tightening around his own prick. Unable to hold back any longer, Xander came with a yell, filling Will with his spunk.

“Bloody...hell,” Spike groaned.

“Yeah, that was good,” Xander agreed breathlessly from his place draped over Spike’s back.

“Good?” Spike yelped. “That was better ‘n good. I haven’t been fucked that hard since...I can’t remember when.”

“That time behind the bushes in the park during patrol?” Xander suggested muzzily.

“Oh, yeah,” Spike agreed with a laugh. “You did me good then.”

“See? Good,” Xander said as he straightened and carefully pulled out of Spike. He wet a cloth at the sink and cleaned himself up, rinsed it out and turned to Spike...who was standing with his hands on his hips.

“Clumsy?” he grated.

Xander blushed, and then narrowed his eyes. “Swatted your bum?”

“Got a nice bum, don’t I?” Spike asked with a pout.

Xander’s eyes widened. “Hey! You used your teeth!!”

Spike grinned. “Didn’t know what I was doin’, now did I?” he asked cheekily. “Me bein’ a virgin to male sex and all.”

They were silent while Xander wiped Spike off. When he was done he tucked himself in and did up his jeans, watching as Spike got dressed.

Spike raised an eyebrow. “What was with the boots?” he asked.

Xander blushed and smiled shyly. “I was inspired,” he said.

“Inspired?” Spike asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Xander said, nodding. “You were fucking hot in those boots.”

“That right?” Spike asked with a look that said he was storing that information away for later use. “So, how’d you manage to get Giles to call?” he asked as they stood outside the trailer on the site where Xander worked while he locked up. “Now that was inspired!”

Xander grinned. “Told him I was working late and asked him to call to make sure I didn’t fall asleep at the desk.”

“No chance of that, though, right?” Spike responded silkily.

“No chance at all,” Xander agreed, taking Spike’s hand as they walked through the dark to the car parked on the street.

Summary: Xander has a lesson to learn from his new Professor.
Written: June 19, 2004

Xander pushed the door open and stepped into the classroom with a cocky stride. He knew he looked good. He always looked good. This afternoon he wore a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt, black leather fingerless gloves, and tight black jeans tucked into black boots. He carried a black motorcycle helmet with purple lettering on the sides tucked beneath his arm, and silver-framed mirrored sunglasses dangled from his fingers.

“Mr. Harris,” the substitute teacher sitting behind the desk said without looking up from the papers he was grading. “So good of you to make it.”

He left off the ‘finally’, but Xander heard it anyway. “Wouldn’t miss it, Professor,” he replied with a smirk.

“That is Mr. Bradford, to you, Mr. Harris,” Mr. Bradford said, raising his eyes and looking at Xander over the tops of his wire rimmed glasses.

The smirk didn’t leave Xander’s face. He sauntered over to the desk and past the front of it, seating himself on the far corner. “Sure thing, Professor,” he said, resting the helmet on his leg and leaning his arm on it, then swinging his foot and letting his heel bump annoyingly into the metal desk.

“Mr. Harris,” Mr. Bradford said, ignoring Xander’s use of the hated nickname, “you are in quite enough trouble, do you really believe it necessary to create more for yourself?”

Xander let his eyes wander over the man who was replacing the regular instructor for the rest of the school year. He was slender, wore a tweed jacket over a blue button-down shirt, and had light brown hair that was gelled on the sides and wavy on top, and dusky blue eyes that were complemented by the shirt. The contrast of nerdy teacher and sexy professor wasn’t lost on Xander.

When he realized that Mr. Bradford was staring at him with one eyebrow raised in exasperation behind his wire frames, he pretended to pick a piece of lint off his jeans and said in a bored tone, “What trouble?”

“Your grades, Mr. Harris,” Mr. Bradford stated. “You cannot possibly be unaware of the dismal status of your academic record.”

Xander nearly moaned when he hardened at the clipped British accent. He wondered if he could get the man to use that tone again.

“I’m not unaware,” he assured the teacher, taking a quick peek to make sure the helmet hid his burgeoning erection. “But Peterson and I already worked it out.”

“Mr. Peterson is no longer in charge of this class. Or your appalling grades,” Mr. Bradford informed him.

Xander sighed and rolled his eyes. “I suppose you and I could work out an arrangement like I did with Peterson.” He tried to maintain his bored attitude, but wasn’t sure if he was successful.

“Excellent idea, Mr. Harris. Here.”

The instructor slapped a paperback book down on the helmet in Xander’s lap, and he jumped to catch it before it fell off. He held it up and read the cover. “‘Of Mice and Men’?” He looked at the teacher over the top of the book. “What’s this for?”

“It is a novel. The one you should have read for the assignment due in today’s class. The very same assignment the rest of your classmates managed to complete, in fact,” Mr. Bradford replied. “Unless you did it and merely forgot to turn it in?”

Xander shook his head, amused that the instructor actually thought he was going to get any work out of him.

“Then why don’t you have a seat...” He indicated a desk in the front row. “...and begin reading it now?”

Xander slid off the teacher’s desk and set his helmet and sunglasses, along with the book, down on the desk the other man had pointed out. Instead of sitting down and beginning to read, he turned back to the instructor. Slipping his fingers into the front pockets of his jeans, Xander strolled around the desk, stopped next to the teacher’s chair, and leaned his ass against the edge of the desk.

Mr. Bradford leaned back in his chair. “It will be difficult for you to read the assigned text when you are here, and it is there.” He indicated the book with a tilt of his chin.

“I’ve a counterproposal,” Xander stated, leaning in towards the teacher. “I thought we might come to a...different type of arrangement.”
“Similar to that which you had with Mr. Peterson?” Mr. Bradford asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Xander breathed, staring at the teacher’s lips.

“And what kind of...arrangement...would that be?”

“Well,” Xander drawled, pushing his way past the instructor’s legs until he stood between them. “Once a week I’d drop by so Mr. Peterson could suck me off...” He cupped his groin suggestively. “...and he made sure I passed his class.”

“Let me see if I understand you correctly, Mr. Harris,” Mr. Bradford said, his fingers steepled in front of his lips. “For the privilege of...sucking you off...I will ensure that you pass this course?”

Xander smiled and reached out to stroke his thumb over the teacher’s lips. “Got it in one, Professor,” he said softly.

Mr. Bradford grabbed his wrist and pushed Xander’s hand away from his face, his grip tighter than Xander would have believed possible from the slim frame. “As I said before, Mr. Peterson is no longer in charge of this class, or your grades, so I suggest you take your seat and begin reading, Mr. Harris,” he said firmly.

Xander’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t think you understand,” he ground out, twisting his arm as he tried to free it from the other man’s grasp. “I. Don’t. Do. Homework.”

“You will if you want to pass this class,” Mr. Bradford responded evenly, not even breathing hard or breaking a sweat as he easily held off Xander’s struggles.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Xander demanded angrily, still trying in vain to free his arm.

“I cannot possibly be the first teacher to insist you complete your class work,” Mr. Bradford said in disbelief. “But insist, I shall. And if you continue to act like a spoiled brat, then that is how I shall treat you. Now. Seat yourself and begin reading.”

“Not in this lifetime,” Xander snarled.

The instructor sighed deeply. “Very well. Remember that you brought this upon yourself.” He pulled a drawer open and reached inside it.

“Brought what...?” Xander began, breaking off when Mr. Bradford pulled a wooden ruler out of the drawer and snapped it down on top of the desk. “What do you think you’re going to do with that?” he asked arrogantly.

“Most likely, precisely what you think I’m going to do,” Mr. Bradford stated equably.

“I don’t think so,” Xander snorted, refusing to let the smaller man intimidate him.

“If you are not willing to learn your lesson...” Mr. Bradford inclined his head towards the desk that held the novel. “...then I shall be forced to teach you another. Your choice,” he said reasonably. “Will you read the novel?”

“No.” Xander raised his chin belligerently.

Mr. Bradford shrugged. “Very well, then.”

In a move Xander never anticipated, nor saw coming, the teacher stood, shoved the chair back with his legs, swung Xander around and pulled his arm behind his back, and then pushed him down over the desk.

“What the fuck?” he cried out in surprise. “Get off me!” He bucked, struggling to dislodge the other man’s grip on his arm, and kicked out at his legs.

Mr. Bradford merely pushed Xander’s arm up into the middle of his back, easily subduing him. Xander froze, afraid the teacher was going to dislocate his shoulder if he continued to battle him.

“You will be sorry you ever laid a finger on me,” Xander growled.

“Twenty-five, I think,” Mr. Bradford said, ignoring his ineffectual threat.

“Fuck you, Professor,” Xander sneered, looking back over his shoulder at the other man.

“On each buttock,” Mr. Bradford added.

At the determined look in the teacher’s eyes, Xander felt a frisson of fear slide up his spine. At the same time, heat pooled in his groin, snaking tendrils into his belly and down trembling thighs.

“Count them,” Mr. Bradford instructed as he brandished the ruler.

“Bite me,” Xander hissed, shuddering from an unforeseen bolt of delight at being held down. He sucked in a breath in anticipation of the spanking the teacher was threatening him with. Without another word of warning, Mr. Bradford brought the ruler down on Xander’s ass. He yelped at the unexpected sting.

“You are going to count fifty,” Mr. Bradford stated, “and I will keep hitting you until you do.” Thwap! “And if you think my arm will tire before your willfulness...” Smack! “...you would be sadly mistaken.” Snap!

“One!” Xander finally cried out. Christ, that hurt worse than he’d imagined it would. He tried once more to free himself from the other man’s iron grip, but his efforts were in vain. “Two!”

“That’s a good boy,” Mr. Bradford said, his tone almost tender. “Now why must you be naughty and force me to punish you?” Xander moaned at the softly spoken words.

The teacher continued to spank Xander with the ruler, and Xander was breathing heavily as he tried to manage the pain while he counted the blows off. “Thirty!” he panted as that blow landed.

Mr. Bradford laid the ruler down on the desk and Xander felt a moment of hope that his punishment was over. His stomach plummeted when the teacher reached beneath him and began working the buttons of his fly.

“No,” Xander moaned, unsure whether he was more concerned about the spanking continuing on his unprotected ass, or the professor discovering the hard-on beneath his jeans.

“You’ve been such a bad, bad boy, Mr. Harris,” Mr. Bradford purred. “You need to be taught a lesson, don’t you?” He tensed. “What’s this?” he asked, reaching into Xander’s jeans and wrapping his fingers around his erection. “You’re not enjoying your punishment, are you, Mr. Harris?”

Xander frantically shook his head while Mr. Bradford lightly stroked his cock. “Oh, god, no!” he cried. “Please...”

“I should hope not,” Mr. Bradford said, releasing Xander.

Xander nearly groaned his disappointment aloud. So intent on the electric tingles in his groin, he barely felt the teacher pull his jeans and briefs down around his knees. Xander jumped and yelped when the ruler came down on his bare flesh. “Thirty-one!” he automatically cried.

Mr. Bradford spanked him nineteen more times with the ruler. The fingers of one hand curled white-knuckled over the edge of the desk, Xander was nearly sobbing from the pain by the time the teacher laid the ruler down.

“There now,” Mr. Bradford said, speaking gently as he tenderly rubbed cool palms over flesh that burned with heat. Xander pushed back into the touch. “I believe you’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you, Mr. Harris?”

“Oh, yes,” Xander moaned, his cock twitching as the teacher’s thumb slipped between his buttocks and gently caressed his virgin pucker. He couldn’t believe that he’d gotten hard from being held down and manhandled, or that his erection had survived the painful sting of the ruler.

“I don’t want to do this again,” Mr. Bradford said, “but I will if I have to. If this is what it takes for you to learn your lesson.” The teacher continued to knead his buttocks, teasingly massaging his hole. “Let me tell you how it is going to be for the rest of the semester, shall I?” he asked.

Xander nodded mutely, his attention fixed on the thumb rubbing over his entrance, thankful the question was rhetorical, as he didn’t know if he’d be able to form the words required to answer it.

“You will arrive here in this classroom at precisely 3:05pm each afternoon until you have completed all your missed assignments. If you please me,” Mr. Bradford said, pausing to let Xander’s mind run wild with various images of him pleasing, pleasuring, the other man, “if your work satisfies me, you shall receive a passing grade on them.”

“You will also attend class every day and complete the current assignments. If you act up in class, or miss an assignment, I will not hesitate to throw you down over this desk and spank you in front of your classmates. If I believe your behavior to be especially egregious, I will pull your jeans down around your ankles and spank your bare bum, and then leave you bent over the desk for the remainder of the class period so the other students will learn that there are consequences for their actions. If you are a bad boy, you will be punished. Do you understand that, Mr. Harris?”

“Y-yes,” Xander moaned, trying to keep himself from pushing back eagerly into the teacher’s touch. A touch that had grown stronger, harder during the other man’s lecture. He couldn’t believe how turned-on he’d gotten at the thought of the substitute teacher spanking him in front of the entire class, and then leaving him bent over the desk, his cherry-red ass on display for all to see.

Mr. Bradford let go of him and stood back. “Stand up, Mr. Harris.”

Xander pushed himself off the desk and straightened, rubbing his arm, and then reached for his jeans. The teacher slapped his hand with the ruler Xander hadn’t even seen him pick up. He snatched his hand back with a yelp.

“Did I tell you to pull up your jeans?”

“No, Professor.”

“Stand up straight and let me see you.”

Xander straightened and stood at attention, his arms at his sides. He was both embarrassed and aroused by the knowledge that he was baring his most private bits to the other man. The rough material of his jeans at his knees teased him. He didn’t have to look down to know that his hard, throbbing dick stood fully erect.

He snuck a glance anyway. Pre-come had oozed from the slit and glistened at the tip. A string of the viscous fluid ran from the head of his prick to the black leather jacket which now sported a small shiny wet spot.

“What is this?” Mr. Bradford asked sharply, gently tapping Xander’s cock with the ruler. Xander groaned as his dick jerked and another drop of pre-come oozed from the slit. “You got hard and maintained your erection during your punishment?” he asked in disbelief. He leaned in close, pressing the edge of the ruler against Xander’s engorged prick. “You’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment, Mr. Harris.”

Xander couldn’t contain the groan that welled up in his throat at the sharp pain that unexpectedly made him even more aroused, though he didn’t think he could get any harder.

“Such a bad, naughty boy, Mr. Harris,” Mr. Bradford whispered. “Enjoying your punishment. I can see I’ll have my hands full with you, won’t I?”

Xander moaned at the memory of the other man’s fingers wrapped around his cock.

“Bad boys need to be punished, hard and often, don’t they?” he continued in a husky voice.

“Y-yes,” Xander nearly whimpered.

“Yes, well, what shall I do with you then?” Bradford mused. “Another spanking is out of the question, since you obviously enjoyed that too much. Besides, you’ll have enough trouble sitting tonight. I want you uncomfortable, not incapacitated.” He was silent for a moment as he thought, and the silence nearly unnerved Xander. He jumped when the teacher tapped the ruler against his balls. “Why don’t we revisit your agreement with Mr. Peterson?” he finally suggested.

Xander’s eyes widened. The professor was going to suck him off?

“No, Mr. Harris,” Bradford said, answering the unasked question. “Get on your knees.”

Ahhh. Xander clumsily sank to his knees.

“Ever done this before?”

Xander shook his head. The teacher placed the ruler beneath his chin and raised his face.

“Another lesson you need to learn, Mr. Harris.” He reached out and ran his thumb over Xander’s lips as Xander had done to him earlier. “I have a feeling you will ace this lesson,” Bradford said as he pushed his thumb between Xander’s lips. “Take me out,” he commanded.

Xander stared at him, lost in blue eyes until the ruler dropping sharply onto the desk snapped him out of his daze. His eyes dropped to the teacher’s groin. He nearly moaned aloud when he saw the outline of the other man’s hardened flesh beneath the soft material of his slacks.

With shaking hands, Xander reached for the teacher’s belt. Trembling fingers unbuckled the belt, and then slipped the button. The other man’s fingers carded through his hair as he lowered the zip. He pushed the slacks open to reveal white cotton briefs stretched taut over an impressive package.

“Good boy,” Mr. Bradford praised Xander as he pulled the elastic waistband out and pushed the briefs down. Xander closed his eyes reflexively when the teacher’s cock sprang out and slapped against his cheek.

“Kiss it,” Mr. Bradford instructed.

Xander needed only to turn his face for the other man’s cock to be at his mouth. He struggled against the desire to do just that. To feel the teacher’s dick against his lips, to taste him on his tongue. Fingers tightened in his hair, silently encouraging him to continue.

Xander slowly turned his head until his lips brushed the other man’s shaft. He placed a kiss on it. Bradford moaned his approval. Xander kissed it again, noting the texture. The teacher slowly pulled his hips back and Xander’s kisses moved up the shaft to the moist head. He licked his lips, tasting the other man’s salty release on them. Mr. Bradford smiled down at him.

“Lick it.”

Xander licked the tip, the thick fluid coating his tongue. The salty taste and musky scent of the other man pervaded his senses. When the tip had been cleaned of the teacher’s essence, Xander closed his mouth over the head and sucked lightly.

Mr. Bradford’s hand slipped down to gently cup his cheek. “Good boy. I knew you’d be a quick learner if you put your mind to it. Such a sweet, sweet mouth.” He pressed the pad of his thumb against the corner of Xander’s mouth where his lips stretched around the other man’s cock. “Suck me harder,” he urged. “Take me deeper. Use your hand.”

Xander’s mouth slipped down past the teacher’s head as he brought his hand up to wrap trembling fingers around the shaft. A thrill of desire shot through him as he sucked and stroked, his hand moving up and down the shaft in a familiar motion while his tongue swirled around the head.

He’d never touched a dick other than his own before, much less taken one into his mouth. It felt like his, but different—steel encased in velvet. Curious, he’d tasted his own release once before, but it hadn’t been nearly as good as the flavor on his tongue now.

“That’s it,” Mr. Bradford encouraged, “slick me up real good. Get me nice and wet.”

Xander moaned, sucking harder and slathering as much of the teacher’s cock as he could with saliva. Mr. Bradford knocked Xander’s hand off his shaft and tilted his head back.

“Relax your throat muscles,” he whispered urgently, and then slid his entire length into Xander’s mouth and down his throat until Xander’s face was pressed into the coarse hairs at his groin.

Xander panicked, struggling to breathe until he realized he could breathe through his nose. Mr. Bradford pumped his hips, slowly fucking Xander’s mouth. Xander couldn’t take his eyes off the teacher’s face as it contorted in pleasure. He shuddered when he realized that he was causing that look of pleasure on the other man’s face.

Mr. Bradford began to thrust faster. One hand moved down Xander’s throat, feeling the bulge as his dick slid down and filled it. He’d nearly forgotten his own cock as new sensations flooded his body, but now the heat in his groin made itself known. He groaned around the cock sliding in and out of his mouth, eliciting a reciprocal groan from the teacher.

Mr. Bradford pulled all the way out and rested the tip of his cock against Xander’s lips. “What’s my name?” he asked as he moved his hips so that his cock head slid across Xander’s lips.

“Professor,” Xander said, his tongue coming out to lick the head. The teacher pulled back.

“What’s my name?” he asked again, slapping his prick gently against Xander’s cheek.

“Prof—, Bradford. Professor Bradford,” Xander breathed.

The other man smiled down at him as he slightly thrust his hips, just enough to send his dick sliding over Xander’s lips as he reached his tongue out and tried to taste it. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast now, sweet, naughty boy. I’m going to...” He swallowed hard. “...come in your mouth, and you are going to swallow every drop.”

Xander’s entire body tingled as if he’d received an electric shock. He shivered with anticipation as Mr. Bradford told him what he was going to do to him, and nearly came without touching himself at the thought of being used so. “Yes, Professor Bradford,” he whispered hoarsely when the other man finished speaking.

Mr. Bradford groaned and shoved his cock back into Xander’s mouth. “Take it all,” he hissed. “Naughty boy. Need to learn your lesson.”

Despite everything that had already happened to him, Xander was utterly surprised when his balls tightened. He knew he was going to blow. He moaned around the cock in his mouth and the teacher panted as if he was trying to hold back. In a moment of perversity, Xander reached up and cupped the other man’s balls through his slacks. Mr. Bradford growled. Xander squeezed gently. The teacher came, his cock pulsing and spurting load after load of spunk into Xander’s mouth.

Xander swallowed as quickly as he could, but there was more than he could hold, and some dribbled out his mouth and down his chin. The taste of the other man on his tongue was too much. He grunted and stiffened when his own cock twitched and shot.

When both men were empty, and Xander had cleaned him off, Mr. Bradford pulled him to his feet and roughly took his mouth. “You’re going to be a good boy from now on, aren’t you, Mr. Harris?” he purred against Xander’s lips.

“I don’t know, Professor Bradford,” Xander replied in an over-the-top little boy’s voice. “I don’t know if I can. I don’t want to be bad, but... I might not be able to help it.”

“Don’t worry,” Mr. Bradford assured him. “I’ll be here to help you be good. But you’re right, it will probably take a while for the lessons you’ve learned tonight to sink in.”

“Speaking of sinking in,” Xander said with a grin, “maybe next time you bend me over your desk you’ll be able to think of a better use for my ass.”

“Think you need a good seein’ to, do you, Mr. Harris?”

“Oh, yes, Professor Bradford,” Xander responded breathlessly.

“Right then. I’ll give you a good pounding right after I’ve reddened your pretty bum with the ruler,” Mr. Bradford promised.

“Sounds like a plan, Professor Bradford,” Xander agreed. “Hey, next time, I want to be the teacher,” he added, breaking character.

“Why?” Spike asked. “You got a thing for tweed?” He picked at the jacket they’d ‘borrowed’ from Giles.

“No,” Xander said, “but I do look good in glasses.”

Spike took the glasses off and slipped them onto Xander’s face. “Yeah, you do,” he agreed with a lascivious smirk. “Maybe you could wear them to bed.” Xander leaned in for a hot, wet kiss, and then pulled back breathlessly so they could both fix their pants. “Can’t believe I let you talk me in to breaking into the school,” Spike muttered as he tucked himself in.

“Was worth it, wasn’t it?” Xander asked as he collected the helmet and sunglasses, tossing the book to Spike.

“Hey, careful with that!” He looked the book over to make sure the cover hadn’t been bent.

“At least you’re not the one who received fifty smacks with the ruler!”

“No, but I had to dye m’ hair,” Spike argued, reaching up to touch the light brown locks gingerly. “And wear the Watcher’s jacket. Let’s get out of here before the security guard comes by again,” he urged as he headed for the door. “Besides, I wanna wash this...stuff...outta my hair soon as we get home.”

“You do realize it’s gonna take a couple of washings to get that all out, right?” Xander asked, following him.

“No,” Spike ground out. “You didn’t happen to mention that when you were begging me to play school, and shopping for hair coloring. A couple washings then? Like what? Two?” He pulled the door open and looked both ways before stepping out into the empty hallway.

“Or so,” Xander said casually as he eased after Spike and pulled the classroom door shut behind them.

“Or so?”

“A week. Maybe.”

“A week?” Spike’s voice had gone shrill.

“A month. Max.”

“What? A bloody month?” Spike yelled.