Exhaustion
by Nirvana
Xander walked through the door with heavy steps. Pulling off his t-shirt,
pants and boxers, he flopped face first onto the bed. It had been a long
day of work followed by an even longer night of slaying. Every muscle in
his body was screaming. Inhaling a few deep breaths, he willed himself to
relax. If he stayed in the one position long enough, sleep would eventually
take over.
The bed sank with extra weight. Xander ignored his companion and didn't
move. He was too exhausted to even speak. "Gah, what the?" Cool liquid
spilling on his skin proved him wrong.
"Shhhh," was the whispered reply.
The weight shifted and cool hands took hold of his foot. They rubbed it
quickly and the liquid warmed. Then lubricated thumbs began to move in
small circles across the sole. Pressing firmly they moved towards the ball
of his foot and sent shivers through his leg. Four fingers slid between his
toes and back out again. Slowly, a thumb and forefinger grasped each toe at
the base and pulled along its length in a rolling motion, teasing his now
twitching cock. His skin tingled as the thumbs began moving back and forth
on the base of his foot with
increasing pressure. Feather-light rings were finally drawn steadily across
the top of his foot.
Xander whimpered as the hands released his limp foot and then sighed once
they picked up the other. Movements were repeated. When the fingers again
reached his toes, he felt another pair of cool, slippery hands touch his
neck. He gasped. Larger than the hands on his feet they moved over his
shoulders and back to his neck, warming the oil. Tingles pulsated through
his bloodstream.
Fingers slid up and down his neck. They pressed firmly and then tickled
gently. Pausing occasionally to create figure eight patterns along his
hairline. They eventually trailed down his neck and across his shoulders,
as two palms glided over his ankles and up his calf. A wave of goosebumps
travelled his body and he shuddered.
Long fingers kneaded his shoulders, alternating force with caresses. His
muscles
resisted, before gradually becoming pliant. Leisurely motion continued over
his calves - one compact hand trailing the other towards his knee and then
moving
over to the other leg. The movement became firmer, with fingers and thumbs
pushing as they slid upwards. Broad, flat hands skimmed over his back,
teasing his
sides and spine. They drew patterns in the vanilla scented oil while cool
thumbs
lovingly tormented the backs of his knees. He released a gentle moan when
the pressure on his back firmed. The hands worked into his lower back,
concentrating moving fingers in pulsating circles. Soft kisses were
interchanged with the pressing on his knees.
Minutes, hours, later the hands on his legs progressed up his thighs as
those on his back slithered down his arms. Heat surged through his body and
centred in his groin. He was more than half hard.
Greasy hands worked at his arms and thighs. Fingers and thumbs probed the
muscles in his legs with a regular rhythm. In and out, up then down and
around, it was like a second pulse. His arms were squeezed and released to
the same beat. Soft and firm touches were mingled. Xander's limbs became
loose and heavy as the muscles relaxed. When small circles began to be
pulled over his palms and fingers and knuckles pushed along his thighs, he
sighed and hardened fully.
The ministrations were sustained until all four hands converged on his arse.
Two hands stroked, pressed, pulled and kneaded each cheek. Electricity
coursed through his veins. Slick fingers trailed into and down his crevice,
followed by others that belonged to a different hand. They were tickling
touches, barely there, that drifted over his anus then stopped. The
beautiful torture was unrelenting. Xander got harder still and his
breathing became laboured.
Long and thick, slender and narrow, the fingers trailed and trailed. Xander
panted. The hands linked and joined, increasing their speed. Forward then
back, forward then
back. The pressure firmed with every stroke. Forward then back, forward
then back. Eventually they slipped forward and separated. The broad hand
cupped
Xander's balls and as a slender finger from the other slipped inside him; it
squeezed tenderly. The hands moved in unison. In and out, the speed
increased steadily. His heart pounded in his ears. When the second finger
entered and found his prostate, he lost control. With a deep moan he came.
The hands moved back to his shoulders and legs as he shifted across the bed
sluggishly. Thumbs traced light circles that were alternated with kisses at
either end of his body. Relaxed and sated, Xander fell asleep.
From his position by Xander's feet, Spike smiled at Angel, and they curled
up on either side of their mate.
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