Cherry Boy
by Saber ShadowKitten

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