Cherry Boy
Xander was on his knees, rooting through the cabinet beneath the bathroom
sink. [C'mon, I know I bought some,] he thought, frustrated. He was searching
for the spicy-scented bath oil he knew he'd purchased on the last trip to the
grocery store. He'd twisted his shoulder at work earlier that day and it hurt
like a bitch. A hot bath was just what the doctor ordered [if I could find the
darned bath oil!]
He knew he could take a bath without the oil, but he really liked the spicy
scent. It make taking a bath a luxury rather than just a way to get clean. And
tonight, he was in the mood for Calgon to take him away.
[Who knew a cabinet could have so much crap in it?] Xander had found every
kind of bottled product, from bathroom cleaner to peroxide to dog shampoo [I
don't want to know] to hand lotion, except for the one he wanted. The first aid
kit was there, plus extra bandages, iodine, extra bandages, elastic wraps, extra
bandages, and extra bandages. There was even female stuff, courtesy of Willow,
that Xander pretended he didn't see. Everything was in the cabinet except for
what he was looking for, of course. Including a Cherry Boy magazine.
Xander blinked. "Huh?" Sitting back on his heels, he stared in surprise at
the small-sized magazine with the well-muscled half-naked twink on the cover. It
was a Penthouse Letters-type magazine, a collection of letters and
stories highly pornographic in nature. [About men. Men touching other men, men
sucking other men, men screwing other men, and every other -ing men can do to
other men.]
And not just any men. Cherry Boy was specifically about
virgins. Virgins being touched for the first time.
Virgins being sucked or sucking for the first time. Virgins
being taken on a bed, in a car, on the ground, or against a wall for the first
time.
Xander suddenly grinned widely. [Well, this is... fun.] An image of Spike
surreptitiously checking out the Alternative Men's magazines, kept on the
shelves with the regular porn, danced through Xander's mind. The small-sized
smut rag was undoubtably stolen. Xander couldn't see Spike actually purchasing
it...
[Snork.] Xander sniggered, flipping through the black and white pages as his
brain provided the television images of the Oh-So-Manly Vampire attempting to
buy the magazine. Complete with blushes and stammers. With a dash of fumbling,
followed closely by fleeing. What Xander wouldn't give to see the store security
video of that performance.
Xander froze suddenly, though his mind had not. It continued its video reel,
playing out part two of the story:
Spike, wearing only his plaid sleep-shorts, sitting in the bathroom on the
closed toilet seat, hunched over the magazine. His white-blond hair was sticking
straight up on one side. He was breathing heavily, an uncontrollable reaction to
what he was reading. On the floor by his feet sat the squirt bottle of scentless
hand lotion Xander had seen in the cabinet.
Spike lifted his head, furtively looking both left and right despite being
home alone behind a locked bathroom door. Unnecessarily holding his breath, he
lifted his hips and pushed down his shorts a few inches, just far enough to free
himself. He grabbed the bottle of hand lotion and depressed the nozzle. The
ivory lotion squirted into his palm.
Another quick look left and right, and Spike returned his eyes to the story
in the magazine. His face was flushed in arousal and shy embarrassment. He was
still hunched over as if what he was doing was naughty and wrong. However,
short, harsh pants soon filled the small bathroom, underscored by the
slick-slick. slick-slick. slick-slick. of a firm hand on hard flesh. The page
crinkled as he awkwardly turned it, his eyes sliding over the words faster and
faster and faster and faster. He wet his dry lips. His needed breath hitched.
"Oh..."
[Beautiful.]
Xander's harsh panting reverberated off the bathroom tile. He slowly opened
his eyes and found the magazine crumpled in his hands. Swallowing heavily, he
smoothed it out as best he could, the title as bright as a neon sign.
Leaning forward, Xander put the magazine back where he found it, forgot about
the bath oil, and took an ice cold shower instead.
End
