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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer
  Relationship:
      Spike/Xander_Harris
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Human, Frottage, Hand_Job, Mutual_Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-01-01 Chapters: 3/? Words: 5401
****** Quick Fix ******
by Morgana
Summary
     Sometimes a kiss can change your life
***** Chapter 1 *****
He never knew exactly why he kissed Spike. One minute they were rolling around
on the floor, wrestling and trading punches the way they had at every sleepover
they'd had since they were four and the next something... changed, like one of
those puzzles where you slid the pieces around until they fit. He found himself
looking down into his best friend's eyes, wondering why he'd never noticed how
blue they were, and it was like the last piece slid aside and clicked into
place. 
He didn't think about it, just found himself lowering his head and before he
really knew what he was doing, his mouth descended on Spike's. There was barely
enough time to register that fact and start to inwardly freak before the lips
against his own parted and something sleep and wet brushed his. Xander
automatically opened his mouth, and then Spike's tongue was in his mouth,
teasing and stroking in a way that was definitely not best-friendly! 
It wasn't his first kiss- Xander had kissed girls before, of course. He'd even
gotten to feel up Cordelia Chase during a particularly memorable game of Seven
Minutes in Heaven, but this was different. It was Spike, for one thing- his
best friend, the one person who knew all his secrets and still hung out with
him despite them- and for another, it was hotter than he'd dreamt a simple kiss
could ever be. In the ten or twenty seconds before his brain kicked back in and
he pulled away, his world went from black and white to technicolor and surround
sound. Strange, he half-thought, he hadn't even noticed it was colorless before
this. 
"Xan?" Spike's soft question pulled him out of his musings, and he looked at
his friend to see wide, worried eyes. Probably thought he'd fucked up by
kissing him back, instead of turning his entire universe on its head. 
Xander opened his mouth to say something, either reassure Spike that he wasn't
going to hit him or attempt to explain why he'd just done that, but all he
really wanted to do was ask about where he'd learned to curl his tongue like
that and would he mind doing it again for a couple of hours? He wasn't given a
chance to say anything, anyway; Spike apparently took his lack of screaming and
shoving as a good thing, because with his next breath, the blond tackled him,
mouth seeking his with a groan. 
Just like that, they were kissing, really kissing, with hands on necks and in
hair and everything. Xander broke away long enough to suck a quick breath of
air in, then delved back in, hungry for more of those drugging kisses. Their
tongues slid back and forth against each other, and when Spike closed his lips
around Xander's and sucked, a wave of lust left the dark-haired boy dizzy and
weak. 
Xander toppled over, pulling Spike with him, and when the other boy's mouth
settled on his again, he waited until that illegal tongue darted into his mouth
before he sucked on it like Spike had. The soft gasp he received in response
told him that he wasn't the only one who liked that, and then it was like
something snapped in Spike. He grabbed Xander's shoulders, hands digging into
flesh as he moved forward, their bodies meeting fully for the first time. 
It was electric. There was another hard chest against his, there were hands
sliding over his chest, moving down to his hips, and then there it was- a bulge
that was at once familiar and yet strangely alien at the same time. Xander
flipped Spike onto his back, then moved over him, lining up against him, hip to
hip. He ground down against his friend, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more,
needed more. 
He wasn't sure who wedged the first hand between them, only knew that at some
point he found himself with his palm pressed against an erection that wasn't
his for the first time in his life just as a strange hand wrapped itself around
his shaft and squeezed him through his jeans. "God, yeah," he moaned, trying
not to be an absolute spaz and come in his pants the second he was touched. But
he had a feeling it was a losing battle, so he did his best to give as good as
he got, flexing his hand and rubbing Spike's dick through his jeans. They
groped each other, trading kisses and gasps, whimpers and groans as they both
struggled for some kind of control over something they instinctively realized
was inevitable. 
Somehow Spike managed to roll them over, a knee sliding between Xander's legs.
He groaned and parted his legs further, allowing his friend's hips to settle
completely against his. Spike moaned and thrust against him, letting Xander
feel the hard length of his erection as it slid over Xander's cock. With that,
any remaining shred of rational thought Xander possessed was gone. All that was
left was the need for more- more cock, more sensation, more Spike. 
He rolled his hips up, and that seemed to do something to Spike, because he
made what sounded like a growl and started to really thrust against him. It was
fast and hard, both of them driving against each other while they stared wide-
eyed at the other. In an almost embarrassingly short time, Xander felt himself
getting close and he opened his mouth to try and warn Spike, but was only able
to say, "Spike... I'm gonna-" before he thrust up and came, his world
shattering into little pieces of bliss with each jerk of his hips against
Spike's. 
"Fuck, yeah," he heard from above him, the low voice hardly sounding like
Spike. When he was able to force his eyes open, he saw Spike looking down at
him, his eyes so dark they were almost black. His hips drove his cock hard
against Xander's, humping him rapidly as he headed for his own peak. A few more
thrusts and he threw his head back, his body shuddering as he cried out and
came as well. 
Xander watched him and he suddenly understood why his own orgasm seemed to have
turned Spike on so much. It was unbelievably erotic, watching someone touch
heaven and knowing that he had helped do that, that he had gotten Spike so
turned on that he came like that... he could feel his cock twitch, and wondered
how long he'd have to wait before they could do this again. With just one kiss,
one furtive encounter, he had become an addict, and already he was thinking
about his next fix.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Xander was a wreck. It had only been four days since his last sleepover with
Spike, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. That one kiss had turned his
entire world on its head, never mind what had come after it. That had bowled
him off his feet and knocked him around until he didn't know which end was up,
like when he was five and a big wave had crashed over him at the beach. He
still remembered the way the water had tossed him around, the weightless,
directionless feeling that had left him both exhilarated and scared out of his
mind. Spike's kiss had done the same thing, but this time there was nobody
there to pull him onto his feet and steady him.
Nobody except Spike, that was, and he'd been avoiding him. It was the longest
they'd ever gone without speaking since eighth grade, when Xander's best friend
Will had bleached his hair, painted his fingernails, and informed everyone that
his name was now Spike. Xander hadn't handled the change well, and they'd had
their first fight ever. They hadn't talked for two months, and it still ranked
as one of the worst times of his life. And he had a feeling that this week was
going to be joining it.
The worst part was knowing that this time, it was all his fault. He'd been the
one to make the first stupid move, and he still had no clue what had possessed
him to do it. Up until he'd kissed Spike, Xander hadn't ever thought about
another man in a sexual manner, but now he couldn't seem to stop. His dreams
had been full of Spike's hands and mouth, and it seemed every time he jerked
off, it was the memory of Spike's body moving against his that sent him
spinning off into bliss. He wanted more contact, more kisses and touches, but
he wanted other things, too. That was the really scary part, the thoughts of
curling around Spike to watch TV, or laying his head on his stomach while he
read after playing video games. Xander had the sneaking suspicion that somehow
he was falling for his best friend, with no real clue as to how to stop.
A shrill bell jerked him out of his thoughts as it announced the morning break.
He looked down at his blank notebook and sighed, then shoved it into his
backpack, hoping he hadn't missed anything too important. Slinging his bag over
his shoulder, Xander headed towards his next class. Halfway there, Spike
appeared out of nowhere, walking beside him just as if they hadn't spent most
of the week ignoring each other.
“Mum's goin' to Aunt Maureen's for the weekend,” he commented casually. Xander
stopped and stared at him for a few minutes, wondering why he'd never noticed
that the fake British accent was so damn sexy. When he didn't reply, Spike
waved a hand in front of his face. “Hey, mate, you in there?”
Xander shook his head. “Uh, yeah. So... you gonna have a party or something?”
A snort answered him. “As if I'd want a bunch of these wankers around. Figured
on layin' low- pizza, games an' a couple of flicks.” Spike shot him a sideways
look. “Sound good?”
So it was going to be another ordinary weekend sleepover. Well, he guessed that
answered his question. Xander summoned his usual goofy grin, hoping the pained
edges didn't show. “Sure, you know me. Always up for a good old-fashioned rot-
our-brains-out weekend.”
Spike nodded, and they started walking again, Spike apparently intent on
following him all the way to the locker rooms. They headed out of the main
quad, and Xander opened his mouth to say something, but the words died in his
throat when Spike took hold of his arm and yanked him into one of the alcoves
near the choir room. The blond pressed him up against the wall, stepping in
close until he was almost plastered against him. Blue eyes glittered in the
shade beneath the overhang, moving closer and closer until they filled Xander's
vision, right before Spike's mouth settled on his.
There was nothing tentative about this kiss, no hesitancy or uncertainty, just
the heat of tongues dueling as Xander opened eagerly for him, grabbing onto
Spike's shoulders while his friend's hands flattened on his chest. Any thought
of PE or classmates vanished in a heartbeat, leaving only the heady taste of
Spike and the need for more, just like last weekend. A muffled moan hung in the
air, impossible to tell who had uttered it, but that wasn't important,
particularly when Spike tore his mouth away and rested his forehead against
Xander's, panting softly.
“Wasn't gonna attack you like this, swear I wasn't. But, fuck, pet, it's been
four days. Had me goin' outta my mind, thinkin'-”
Xander stopped the rambling words with a kiss, his tongue sweeping over Spike's
bottom lip briefly. “I thought I screwed us up, that you didn't want me around
anymore.”
“Wanker. Always want you around,” Spike retorted. “An' as for the just plain
wantin' you...” His lips curled in a wolfish smile as one hand slid down to
find Xander's dick, fingers curling around to squeeze him through his jeans.
“That clear enough for ya?”
Xander moaned, thrusting up into Spike's hand. “Uh-huh.” Another squeeze made
his eyes nearly roll back in his head as he fought to keep from coming right
there. Spike's hand flexed around him one more time before it retreated, and
Xander barely managed to bite back a whine.
He wasn't completely successful, but Spike didn't seem turned off by the small
whimper. Instead, he began to kiss along Xander's jaw, his fingers working over
buttons and zipper, opening jeans and delving inside in search of something
better. Finally, they slipped into boxer shorts and closed around his prize,
giving him a firm stroke before easing him out.
Xander hissed at the feel of air on sensitive bare skin, the electric sensation
intensified when Spike moved to press against his hip, working him as he bent
to suck on his neck. Somewhere in the back of his mind was the thought that
anybody could wander by and see his dick completely exposed, see his face
flushed and hear him moan as he got closer and closer to coming, but Spike's
tongue flicked over a spot on his neck, and he was too far gone to really care.
He writhed against the lean body that pressed him back against the wall,
choking out, “Fuck... Spike.”
“Gonna do this right when you're over this weekend,” he rasped. “Strip you
down, lay you out an' play with you all I want. Take my time, really get to see
you when you come.”
Images of himself spread out naked on Spike's bed while his best friend
explored his body filled his mind and Xander moaned. “Can't wait. Want- ohhhh
God, that feels good. Want you.”
Spike nipped his ear. “So pretty when you're hangin' on the edge. You know how
pretty you are, Xan? Can you even imagine what I wanna do to you?”
“Anything you want,” he gasped. “Just... please, I need-”
Fingers tightened around him. “Know what you need.” Spike's hand never stopped
moving, and Xander moaned again as he felt his balls start to draw up. “Come
for me, Xan. Wanna see you shoot, feel it on my hands.”
The raw words were like lightning, and he groaned, barely managing to shove
Spike back a half step so he wouldn't drench him with come when his dick went
off like a rocket. Spike shifted to one side, but never took his hand off
Xander's cock, milking him for every drop he had while he looked down, watching
intently. Seeing him so focused on the way he was coming was enough to make him
come harder and longer than usual, and Xander was gasping for air when at last
his dick gave one last twitch and stilled.
Spike stroked him one more time, then released him and stepped back to allow
Xander to tuck his cock back into his pants. He straightened himself up as best
as he could, then looked at his friend, glancing from feverishly bright eyes to
the straining bulge that couldn't be hidden. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
Xander licked his lips and jerked his head at Spike's dick. “I could-”
“Nah. Gotta get to class, don'tcha?” Spike slid one hand down to squeeze
himself and moaned softly. “Sides, not like I'm gonna suffer. Gonna slip into
the men's an' get myself off good.”
The thought of Spike jerking off in the bathroom sent a pulse of heat straight
through him, and before he thought, Xander reached out, knocking Spike's hand
away and replacing it with his own. He kissed the soft skin just under Spike's
earlobe and whispered, “I wanna watch.”
“Fuck!” Spike's hips shot forward as he threw his head back with a strangled
cry. The denim under Xander's touch grew soaked in the space of a few seconds,
but it took a little longer than that for him to realize what had happened.
Spike had come in his pants. His amazingly cool, hardly-ever-ruffled, walking
sex on legs best friend had come in his pants, and Xander had made it happen.
He looked down at where his hand rested on Spike's wet jeans, eyes wide at the
realization that he'd just made Spike lose all his control, unable to believe
how incredibly hot it had been.
Two fingers under his chin brought him up to look into dark blue eyes.
“Tomorrow morning. Skip second, meet me in the men's by the computer lab,
yeah?” Spike gave him a hard kiss, then stepped back.
“Wait... huh?” Xander tried to clear his head, still fuzzy from coming and then
watching Spike come.
Spike's smile was sin personified. “Gonna get your wish, pet, let you watch
me.” He darted in for another quick kiss, then took off, leaving Xander
standing in befuddled amazement. His heart raced as he raised wet fingers to
his lips, the musky scent of Spike on his skin threatening to make him
unbearably hard again. Finally, deciding that he couldn't risk jacking off in
public a second time, he forced himself to pick up his backpack and go get
cleaned up, silently counting the seconds until tomorrow morning.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Xander glanced at the clock for what had to be the thirtieth time in ten
minutes, scowling when he saw there were still eight minutes left before the
end of first period. Bad enough that he had to sit through American Literature
first thing in the morning, but today he'd had to do his best to ignore Buffy's
curious looks and Willow's bemused glances as well. Lunch was going to end up
being a full-scale inquisition if he couldn't get control of himself. Throw in
the occasional 'you're such a loser' smirk from Cordelia and everything was
absolutely perfect. He fidgeted in his seat and tried not to think about what
was going to happen in thirteen minutes when second period started. He'd spent
all night tossing and turning, unable to get to sleep without thinking about
what Spike had promised him, and when he finally did drop off, he woke up in a
wet spot a few hours later. And if having wet dreams at sixteen wasn't bad
enough, he'd jerked off twice in the shower!
Something was seriously wrong with him. While he'd admit he thought about sex
as much as just about any teenage boy, he'd always had a least a little control
over himself, but ever since this thing with Spike had started, he couldn't
seem to keep his hands off his dick or his mind out of the gutter. And as much
as he'd like to blame it on Spike, he knew it was really his fault- he'd been
the one to kiss his friend first, the one who'd opened his big mouth and said
he wanted to watch Spike jack off- and how twisted was that, anyway?- the one
who was going to ditch class in six minutes so he could prove what a huge perv
he really was... Xander bit back a groan when his dick twitched. Yep, he was
sick and wrong and all sorts of dirty things- but if it meant getting more sex
with Spike, he wasn't about to confess.
The harsh, jangling cry of the bell yanked him away from his realization and
back to the classroom, where people on either side of him were gathering
backpacks and books and filing out. Xander sat still for a few seconds, trying
to will his erection down to the point that it wouldn't scream 'I'm gonna see
naked Spike in three minutes' when he got up, then eventually conceded defeat
and grabbed his coat, holding it in front of him as strategically as possible
until he got out into the hall. He fell in with the shifting crowd of students,
hurrying towards the computer lab as fast as his aching dick would let him.
For once, it looked like luck was on his side, because the bathroom was empty.
Xander headed for the handicapped stall, his hand slipping down to adjust
himself, giving his dick a brief squeeze before forcing himself to let go. He
told himself that he was waiting for Spike, and it was going to be worth it
when he got to watch his friend peel those sinfully tight jeans down and wrap
his hand around his- Fuck. A soft groan escaped, and he banged his head back
against the wall. “I am so screwed,” he muttered.
“Well, not yet, but maybe if you play your cards right this weekend...” Spike's
soft laughter made his face heat, but Xander wasn't about to deny that he'd
thought about that and... other stuff when it came to the promised sleepover.
Spike pushed the door open and walked into the stall, closing it and locking it
carefully behind him. He shrugged out of his coat, letting the leather fall to
the floor as he studied the other boy for a minute, then suddenly lunged,
knocking Xander back into the tile wall with the force of his movement. Xander
didn't care, though, not when Spike's hands framed his face to hold him still
for a searing kiss that seemed to suck all the oxygen out of his lungs. Spike
pressed up against him and Xander could feel the bulge of his cock, sliding
over his own just like that first night when everything had changed forever.
Just when he was about to reach for a handful of tight ass, Spike wrenched
himself away. Grabbing one of Xander's hands, he brought it down to his crotch,
forcing his fingers to curl around the hard thrust of his erection. “Christ,
I'm so fuckin' hard,” he gasped. “Didn't jerk off this mornin', wanted to save
it for you. But last period, thinkin' about this... fuck, feels like I've been
hard for soddin' ever!”
Rocking the heel of his hand against the damp denim, Xander glanced down to see
Spike buck against his hand. “Sounds like you need to come,” he whispered
hoarsely.
“Fuck, yeah.” Spike's hands flew to his waistband, making quick work of his
button and zipper. Denim shifted and Xander suddenly found his fingers sliding
over bare skin, hot and slick with precome. Spike hadn't worn underwear!
“Didn't want anythin' gettin' in the way,” he told Xander, when the other boy
looked down at his cock then shot up to his, the shock of the discovery clearly
showing in the dark gaze.
“I can tell.” Xander curled his fingers around the silken length, slowly
starting to stroke him. It felt strange, holding someone else's dick, working
an angle that wasn't what he was used to, but when Spike hissed and pushed into
his fist, he felt his own cock throb in sympathy and knew he could definitely
get used to this.
Spike's hands curled around his biceps, and the blond looked down, watching
Xander's hand move over his shaft. “Ohhhh God,” he groaned. “Not gonna be able
to... fuck, pet, gonna come if you don't stop...”
Xander smiled and tightened his grip, jerking harder and faster in spite of the
low warning. A part of him still couldn't seem to believe that his cooler-than-
cool friend could really be that affected by him. “Come, then.”
“Fucking hell,” the blond ground out, his grip on Xander's arms tightening
until it was just shy of painful. Xander felt a shudder run through him and
then the cock in his hand twitched, spraying come all over his pants as the
other boy came in his hand. Each shot made the dick he held jerk in his grasp,
giving him an intimate knowledge of Spike that shook him right to the marrow of
his bones.
He milked the last drops out, then bent to claim a kiss, tongue slipping past
parted lips to tangle with his friend's. Forcing himself to release Spike's
softening flesh, he pulled back and raised his come-covered hand, staring in
wonder at the slick residue that coated his fingers. “That? Was fucking hot.”
Spike gave him a rueful grin. “Didn't exactly plan on it, but yeah, it was.” He
took a couple of steps back, then slid a hand down over his chest. “Of course,
that was just the teaser... promised you somethin' else, didn't I?”
Tearing his gaze away from his hand, Xander looked over at Spike just in time
to see the hand slide down to cradle his cock. “But you- I mean, you just-”
“Came?” Spike's low laugh sent shivers down his spine. “Yeah, an' it was bloody
brilliant, too. Course, doesn't mean there's not still fun to be had, does it?
One of the perks to bein' a teenager, after all.” And sure enough, his dick was
slowly hardening beneath the teasing fan of his fingers, lengthening and
stiffening in a languorous stretch that made Xander's mouth water.
“Like what you see, luv?” Xander nodded dumbly, his eyes fixed to Spike's cock.
One hand wrapped around the base and stroked slowly, moving up the hard shaft
to the tip, where a single droplet was forming. He'd never expected to find
another guy's dick beautiful, but Spike's really was. And he'd had that in his
hand just a few minutes ago, felt it pulse as he came... oh, God.
Spike smoothed his thumb over the tip of his cock, working the precome back
into his skin, lingering over the sensitive head before sliding his hand back
down. He moaned softly, and Xander gasped as his dick twitched in response. He
automatically reached down, but just before his fingers could make contact,
Spike ground out, “No. Don't. Want you seein' this, takin' it all in.”
Was he kidding?!? Xander was hard enough that he thought he might end up
causing some kind of permanent damage here! But something about Spike's tone
held him still, and he found himself lowering his hand, a soft whimper escaping
before he could stop it. The sound obviously did something to Spike, because he
groaned, his hand tightening convulsively around the base of his shaft.
“Fuck, even hotter'n I thought, havin' you watch,” Spike hissed. “Dreamed about
it, used to jerk off to it, but this is- ohhhh yeah... so much better'n I
could've imagined. The way you look, all hard an' hungry for me... does it hurt
to keep your hands off it, pet?”
“Yeah,” Xander breathed. He glanced up to see Spike looking at him with wild,
dark eyes, his face tight with a familiar need. Both boys were panting softly,
and when Spike slid his fist up to milk more drops of precome from his cock,
Xander felt his boxers grow damp as his own dick jerked in sympathy. He looked
back down, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of the now-glistening
cock for too long. “You're so hard,” he whispered.
Spike moaned softly. “Seems like I'm always hard lately, even more'n usual.
Ever since- Christ! That night... thought I was havin' a wet dream come true.
An' then later...” He bit his lip, his hand slowing until he was simply holding
himself. Xander wondered if he was having to fight coming, but then he saw
Spike's cock begin to move on its own, sliding back until the head was
completely covered by his fist. As he watched, wide-eyed and aching, it pushed
forward, propelled by the slow swivel of Spike's hips. “Ohhhh, fuck, that's
it,” Spike gasped. “So good, so fuckin' tight, just like you're gonna be.”
Like he was-? Did that mean what he thought it did, that Spike wanted to fuck
him? Xander's chest hitched with his next breath, and his voice was hoarser
than usual when he asked, “You wanna be inside me, is that it, Spike?”
“Jesus Christ, yeah! Wanna slide inside you, feel you tight around me,
stranglin' my cock while I fuck you, make you scream for me when you come,”
Spike muttered, his eyes fluttering shut, hips moving faster as he lost himself
in the fantasy. “Fuck, just thinkin' about it...”
“It gets you hot, doesn't it?” Xander barely recognized the voice that answered
him as his own. It was dark and smoky, low and hoarse with need instead of high
and tight with the panic that should accompany the thought of getting fucked.
Wasn't he supposed to be screaming and running away right about now? Instead he
was leaning against a bathroom wall watching his best friend fuck his fist and
tell him how much he wanted to fuck him, and all he could feel was a strange
sort of empty need deep inside and a growing pressure between his legs.
Spike's guttural groan send another pulse of hot need right through his dick.
“Fuck, yeah. Christ, if you knew how often I've- oh, God!- gotten off to that,
picturin' you under me, moanin' an' beggin' for more...” His hand was moving
again, flying over the hard thrust of his cock, the familiar, slick sound
making Xander's balls tighten. “So close, God, so fuckin' close,” the blond
muttered. “Wanna fuck you so bad, need to feel-” His voice shifted, and a low,
intense voice demanded, “Gonna let me fuck you, Xander?”
It should've just been sex talk, but it felt like so much more, like he was
being asked for something he wasn't completely sure he was ready for, even if
he wanted it so much he'd probably bend over and beg for it in a heartbeat if
Spike asked. Xander licked his lips, shifting restlessly against the wall,
moaning as his cock rubbed against his damp boxers, “Yeah.” Once the word was
out, he couldn't seem to help himself. “Yeah, I want you to fuck me, Spike.”
Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Spike threw his head back,
gasping, “Fuck, yeah! Ohhhh fuck, Xan, gonna- ungh, ohhhh God!” His cock
throbbed in his hand like a heartbeat, and Xander stared in rapt fascination as
come jetted out of the tip, striking the seat and side of the toilet bowl
between them. He felt his dick jerk in his pants, straining along with each
shot as though just the sight could make him come as well, but he was left
stranded, needing something- God, anything- to tip him over the edge.
“Spike,” he whimpered. “Please... I need-”
The other boy looked over at him, blue eyes lazy and slumberous in the
aftermath of his orgasm. Giving him a slow smile, he raised his come-covered
hand to his lips, tongue sliding out to lick one finger clean. Xander groaned,
and when Spike whispered, “Come,” he had no choice but to obey. He shuddered,
hips thrusting forward into empty air as he unloaded shot after shot of come
into his boxers, soaking his jeans in the space of a few seconds.
When the world finally stopped spinning, he opened his eyes to see Spike
directly in front of him. “You're so gorgeous when you come,” the blond
murmured, reaching out to trace his lips with two fingers. “Makes me wanna
watch it over an' over again, keep you tied to my bed while I make you come
until you beg me to stop.”
Xander groaned as his dick twitched faintly. He shifted slightly, then grimaced
at the feel of sticky shorts sliding over sensitive skin. “As long as I get to
be naked, I don't think I'll complain.”
Spike chuckled. “Wouldn't plan on wearin' too many clothes around me, pet, less
you want 'em torn off.” He leaned in, lips just brushing against Xander's, his
voice dropping down to that deeper register. “Gonna keep you naked this
weekend, you know that, yeah? Wanna touch you an' suck you an' fuck you... make
us both feel so good we won't ever want it to stop.”
Xander swallowed hard, fighting to keep from moaning and begging for it all
now, right now. Spike's fingers trailed down his chest, sliding along his belt
buckle as a soft kiss whispered over his lips. From somewhere off in the
distance, a bell rang, and Spike sighed, then stepped back, slowly tucking
himself away and fastening his jeans again. “After you jerk off tonight, that's
the last time 'til I make you come on Friday.”
Before Xander could think to say anything in reply, his friend gave him a
quick, hard kiss, then slipped out of the bathroom, leaving him still leaning
against the wall, trying to figure out how the hell he was supposed to wait
until Friday night.
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