Heart Strings
by
BmblBee
Part Five
Xander jaywalked into the street throwing his hand up in an apology as a yellow cab blew it's horn angrily at having to slow down for him.
He stopped in front of the rough crumbly brick building again running all the arguments through his mind. There were a thousand reasons why he should not go in. There was one why he should.
Xander grabbed the worn brass handle on the old wooden door and pulled it open. Stepping inside, it took Xander a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the dim interior after being out in the bright sunshine.
The place smelled of drink and unwashed men. The sounds were of laughing, wooden chairs scraping and lots of glass bottles and mugs being filled, emptied and passed around.
When his eyes did focus he scanned the room quickly. Although full of hillbilly types, none were the men he'd seen
Spike with. More importantly, none were Spike.
Maybe he had been wrong.
That was a long way off and the sun had been in his eyes. Still.
Xander recognized the woman behind the bar and headed straight for her. Vivian was a hard woman but a fair customer when he had been plying his wares. She wore her clothes a bit too tight and her hair a tad too bleached, but fuck, who was he to judge?
She was one of the few ones he could always count on to pay him his price on each delivery. He respected that. He knew her whole life was spent inside the walls of this tacky bar.
She spent her days selling drinks and her late nights selling a bit more. She didn't have anything here Xander was interested in buying.
"Hey Viv. Hows it going?"
Walking over Xander leaned both hands on the flat surface of the worn wooden bar, all the time still looking around.
"Xander! Hey, boy. Where you been? I ain't seen you round here in a coon's age. Ain't you running shine no more? Cause you know I'm still buying."
Vivian winked letting him know she would take all he had, not only including the hooch.
"Some folks said you got caught up in the draft. Some others said them fuckin' revenuers put the bite on you. That so?"
Xander laughed at the memory of the bite his revenuer had put on him just last night.
"Nah. Blew my knees out playing football. Army wouldn't take me, and I ain't been arrested yet. Just out of the business.
Trying to live my life on the straight and narrow."
Vivian nodded and proceeded to wipe the sticky bar off with a stained even more sticky bar rag.
"Say, Viv. You didn't happen to see a guy come in here about half an hour ago did you? Goes by the name of Spike. Short, blond, bout so high?" Xander held his hand up palm down at nose level high.
"Shit hun, there's been a fuck load of knuckleheads in and out of here all morning. I ain't paid no mind to any of them."
Vivian lit another cigarette and spit a stray piece of tobacco off the tip of her tongue.
"Hey, wait a minute. Manny Howard came through here about half hour ago. He was with his brother Jake and their
shiftless cousin Bushy. Come to think of it they did have some little guy with them. Truth is I didn't pay them too much mind. They just ordered a few beers and headed into the back room. You think that might be the one you're looking for?"
Xander felt as though a rock had just landed in the pit of his stomach. He had delivered lightnin' to dozens of bars in this
area and they all had a back room. Rooms Xander seldom went in, but was more than aware of what happened there.
Cock fights, poker games, dice, prostitution, any number of illegal activities, some of which were more violent and
degrading than Xander ever wanted to know about much less see.
He gripped the edge of the bar tightly and tried to keep the tone of his voice level. "They took him into the back room? What would they do with him back there?"
Vivian flicked an ash off onto the floor and took another puff. "Shit them boys ain't got more than one functioning brain cell between them, but they know what they like to do. They used to do that shit out here in the bar, but I can't stand it so
I told them they would have to either quit or take it to the back room. Had too many customers bitching about it. Guess it interrupted their beer drinking.
Still, got a lot that are deep into that shit. They all collect back there just to watch. Anyway, they're always looking for someone to play with. If they roped your buddy into it they'll keep him back there for hours. Probably won't let him go till they're all too tired to go any longer. You want a beer while you wait?"
Xander's blood had turned to ice water in his veins. His throat constricted to the point that he was unable to answer.
Shoving off from the bar he rushed to the end of the room and into the hallway that led to the back room.
A dozen full color images exploded in his brain, each one more graphic and gruesome than the last.
Even though he didn't personally know the Howard boys, he knew the type. Big, stupid, crude, violent plaid flannel shirt
wearing assholes.
He also knew each one of them would pay ten times over for every blond hair that had been harmed on Spike's head.
Reaching the end of the hall, Xander grabbed for the knob to open the door. Pausing, he realized he could now clearly hear what was happening in the back room of The Draught House and it was certainly not what he expected.
Jerking the door open Xander was stunned by what he saw.
In fact it'd have knocked his socks off if he had been wearing any.
Part Six
The back room he was staring into was pretty much identical to those in any of the larger bars and taverns in the county.
Not set up for luxury, it was a large open area. The walls were plaster and whitewash, the floors bare boards of hard wood. A large pot belly stove sitting against the far wall warmed it comfortably with the acrid sulfur smell of coal.
Set up near it was a table whose occupants played checkers and enjoyed the activity in the center of the room. At least a dozen other old men milled around easily drinking beer and talking amongst themselves.
But the thing that held all his attention was what also had everyone else's interest.
Standing in the center of the room were four men.
Two had fiddles tightly tucked under their chins.
One had an old five string and one a base.
The music that filled the room was amazing!
Pure Appalachian, it was the distinct sound of Blue Grass that had everyone smiling and tapping their feet. One of the old men by the stove bounced and danced slapping his knee in time to the beat.
Singing words that didn't match the tune with a voice that was gravely from age and oddly lispy from lack of teeth.
It was a sound of genuine joy. A joy that forgets the pain and drudgery of life for a brief time.
The real shock, however, was the realization that the man standing with his back to the door was Spike.
Spike, whose arm and bow flew expertly over the fiddle that was tightly held between his chin and shoulder.
The only thing separating him from the others was the sheet music set up before him.
Careful not to interrupt, Xander slipped in quietly and went directly to the table by the stove. Pulling up a chair he sat
down beside the men at the checkers game.
"Xander! Where you been, Boy? Thought you said you were gonna come see your old pal Joe." Xander relaxed and allowed himself to be manhandled by the old man.
"Hey, Joe. Really meant to but been kinda busy." Xander's eyes settled on Spike and his face showed everything his heart felt. Laughing, Joe slapped him on the back
"So that's him, huh? We all wondered who the new guy was and where he came from. Looks like you took old Joe's advice and pulled your head out of your ass."
Xander blushed and nodded. "Yeah, that's him. Least I think it is. I sure never knew he could play like that. He's great, isn't he?"
Joe laughed at the pride that bubbled and burst in Xander' voice. Leaning in close he whispered "If your young man can diddle like he can fiddle it's no wonder you ain't been around."
"JOE!" Xander choked and sputtered as his face went beet red.
Whooping out a belly laugh Joe pulled him close and kissed him on the cheek. Scowling at the surprised faces of the other men at the table, Joe shook his finger at them.
"Nothing wrong with a man givin' a peck on the cheek when he wants too."
Before returning to his checkers game Joe patted Xander's face affectionately. "You're a good boy, Xander. You
deserve to be happy. You and your fiddler." Winking, he returned to his checkers.
Xander's heart warmed for this almost-a-grandpa and he had to admit the shine had brought some wonderful
people into his life.
Xander turned his chair to face the band and cheerfully tapped his feet to the strains of the most fantastic music he
had ever heard. It was another hour before Spike's arm finally gave out and he had to stop.
Lifting his attention from the worn sheets of music, Spike spotted Xander and his face lit up. "Hey, did you hear me? I love this." Spike waved the sheet music in the air then folded it shut.
The other musicians came over and slapped Spike roughly on the shoulder.
"This guy is a genius. We are always looking for someone to play with us, but ain't never found no one good. Spike here
is better than good. He's real good."
Manny continued to smile and jostle Spike around. Spike shrugged but couldn't minimize the pride he felt. Xander laughed as the memory of Vivian's words came back to him. Every word was true, just misunderstood.
"Xander, this is Manny, his brother Jake, and their cousin, Bushy." All hands were shook around and Spike reluctantly handed over the fiddle to Jake.
The three went about casing up their instruments and prepared to leave. "Don't forget what we said Spike. Keep us in mind. We would love to have you join us."
Xander stood by questioningly, but Spike waved it off with his hand. "We can talk at lunch. I'm hungry enough to eat a horse."
By the time they had set foot back out on the street outside, Spike was bouncing like a fart in a skillet and Xander wasn't
sure which question he wanted to ask first.
The diner was crowded. Teeming with young people scarfing burgers and fries with milkshakes, they dropped endless
quarters into selections on the table top juke boxes. One couple were trying to jitterbug in a corner by the kitchen.
Business men devoured the blue plate special, and housewives met to gossip and be free from their drudgery for an hour or so. Gallons of coffee flowed for all.
Spotting an empty booth in the back, Xander led the way and settled in. No longer able to contain himself, Spike exploded like fire works on the forth of July.
Part Seven
Spike never noticed when the waitress filled their cups with coffee. He twitched and tapped his fingers nervously as Xander ordered for them both.
Finally as the waitress left Xander plucked one question out of the jumbled mess in his brain. "Where the hell did you learn to play like that?'
With that one question, the doors flew open and everything rushed out. Spike's cheeks were flushed with excitement and
his blue eyes sparkled like diamonds.
"Growing up in London my parents made me take violin lessons. I was never good in sporting activities but I did have a propensity for music. I started when I was very young and they made me practice for hours. I used to cry and complain that I would never play as a vocation, but Mother insisted. I haven't handled the instrument in years and never heard of a fiddle.
When I saw Manny and Jake entering the pub with their cases I asked them if they played the violin. They corrected my
terminology rather sternly and invited me in to listen. When I asked if I could try, well, it was just amazing."
"Jesus, Spike, you were incredible. I have never heard anyone play like that." Xander's fingers flexed and ached to reach over and grab Spike's hand. His heart filled with love and pride. Anxious to get him home, he knew it would be a quick lunch.
Within minutes the waitress brought the sandwiches and refilled their cups. With his mouth full Xander was reminded of something else. "What did Manny mean about joining them?"
Spike paused in his chewing and the corners of his mouth fell slightly as he swallowed.
"Oh, they play every Friday night at the VFW hall. There is a benefit spaghetti supper there each week sponsored by the
USO to raise money for the troops. The guys play as the entertainment and get to eat free. They asked me to join them, but I told them that wasn't possible." Spike took another bite and fell silent.
"Why isn't it? You're great Spike. Everybody should hear you. Anyway a free meal once a week sounds like the ideal date. We could get our chores done during the week and have a free night. It would be great." Xander felt his own excitement ramp up at the prospect.
Spike smiled, but Xander could tell the mood had been broken. "What's wrong Spike? Why won't you play."
Appetite gone, Spike laid down the rest of his sandwich and pushed his plate away.
"Jake let me use his fiddle today and he played his guitar. If I played with them each week I would have to have my
own instrument. Look, today was fun, but there are other things that are more important to me. You and the cabin especially."
Xander tipped his head and gazed at Spike thoughtfully. He was not sure how to do it, but he knew he would move
heaven and earth for Spike. Figuring out a solution to this problem should be a piece of cake.
Still happy but much more subdued Spike continued talking as they walked back to the general store and carefully
selected the supplies they needed for the cabin. Although Xander now had a funny feeling they would be back in town before another month went by.
Back out on the street and arms heavy with packages Spike still let this thoughts ramble. "It really is the most interesting music I have ever heard. It is almost like an Irish tune, but I can't hold that against them. Bluegrass. Huh. So amazing."
Xander laughed at Spike's serious contemplation. Loading up the back seat of the car they then headed out of town and back towards home, Xander's brain already sorting things out.
It wasn't till they pulled in the lane that Spike realized their trip was not complete.
"Hey, I thought we were going to go to the lumber yard and order the things we need to start on the building. Didn't
we get enough for the furs? You didn't let those scoundrels cheat you? Really, Xander the furs were of excellent quality,
sometimes you are just too good hearted."
Xander looked surprised. In all the excitement he really had forgotten, or maybe it was a sign that they should go back into town.
"No, I actually got quite a bit more than we had anticipated, guess I forgot. Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't we go back
in on Friday. We can do the ordering then and have spaghetti and hear the music."
Spike cheered up considerably. Even if he couldn't play he was delighted at the thought of a date night like that and the Howard boys were most entertaining.
It was late by the time they had all the supplies put away and finished the chores. The day had been wonderful and they tumbled together into bed nearly exhausted.
"So, Xander, you think I am proficient with an instrument do you?' Spike laid on his back with his hands behind his head.
Propped up on his side Xander answered as though thoroughly bored. "Yeah, you were o.k. Bet you didn't know I can
play something too. I can play the harmonica."
Spike turned his head to the side his brow wrinkled in confusion. "Harmonica?"
"Yep, do you know what another name for a harmonica is?"
Spike rolled to his side facing Xander and totally stumped as to where this conversation was going. "No, Xander, my musically challenged friend. Please do tell. What the hell is another name for a harmonica?"
Laughing. Xander flopped Spike over onto his back again and he pounced. "A mouth organ my little English Biscuit."
Part Eight
Xander and Spike tumbled and rolled around in the bed each grabbing, touching and tickling. Finally realizing his
new found strength was still no match for Xander's, Spike cried 'uncle.'
"Enough! You win. I am at your mercy." Spike fell back dramatically and waited for Xander to claim his prize.
Although reluctant to admit it, Xander was also surprisingly out of breath. Spike still didn't know his own strength.
It was something Xander found extremely arousing and the naked wrestling had left them both hard and leaking.
Xander laid down pressing his body flat against Spike's. The feel of all that hot sweaty skin moving under him
was nearly Xander's undoing. He slowly rocked his hips back and forth rubbing and bouncing his cock off of Spike's.
"God you feel so good. I never get enough of you. We should stay in bed all day and just fuck."
Spike's brain cells had already failed him and all his concentration was on humping up in time to Xander. "Yeah, sure, stay in bed."
Quickly becoming frustrated from the lack of friction he was only marginally aware of Xander coating his hand
with lotion.
Wrapping the slippery fist around Spike's overheated throbbing cock, Xander pumped his hand slowly. Spike relaxed back to enjoy the attention. Attention that stopped far too soon.
Just as Spike opened his dreamy hooded eyes to ask why, he was shocked to see Xander preparing himself. With no further warning, Xander positioned himself over Spike's cock and dropped down.
"FUCK!" The pain was a little more than what Xander expected and he froze. They had always done this slowly and now he was reminded why.
Gradually his body remembered the thick cock that pierced his entrance and he started to relax. After a few moments, he squeezed his inner muscles experimentally.
Both men groaned.
Opening his eyes he looked down on the shocked face of his lover. "Jesus, Xan, give a bloke a little warning, yeah?"
Xander smiled evilly. "O.k. here's your warning. I'm gonna ride this beautiful thick cock till it explodes up my ass and I cum all over your chest. In fact I may just shoot hard enough to hit your face. Then I'm gonna kiss you and shove my cum covered tongue deep in your mouth."
Spike's head fell back on the pillow "GAH!"
Xander was a little surprised that Spike was still so articulate.
Finally starting to move, Xander lifted himself only slightly and gently slid back down. As the pain lessened and tingly pleasant feeling became stronger the need grew to More and Harder.
Xander leaned back and searched for just the right angle. "Ugh! God, That's it." Xander felt the spongy head bump the hidden nub deep inside his body and he reacted immediately.
Lifting and dropping harder and faster Xander's own cock bounced out in front of him, wet and waiting. The dribbles oozing from the slit ran down the underside freely.
Spike unconsciously ran his hands up and down Xander's straining thighs feeling the tension as he rode, squeezing
and punishing Spike's cock with the most delicious ache.
He could feel the foreskin inside Xander's passage being pulled and stroked back and knew he wouldn't be able
to hold off for long.
Some nights are for love, for romance and an expression of your hearts true passion.
Some nights are not.
Gay or straight, they are still men, and some nights are just for fucking.
Dirty, deep, and selfishly all encompassing.
Losing yourself in nothing more than the feel of your own cock receiving just the right amount of stimulation.
Building, climbing till your nuts fill and blow, shooting all the cum you can hope for out the stretched sensitive head
of your life's center.
Tonight was one of those nights.
Each man pleasing and being pleased for no other reason than it just felt fucking fantastic.
Shifting his weight to his left arm, Xander began stroking his own cock slowly. Holding the base, he reached down and rolled the heavy sac in his fingers. Damn it felt good.
Picking up speed with both hand and ass Xander rode harder, always dipping at the last to insure his prostate was hit hard every time.
Spike gave no thought to helping.
His mind floated off as his cock and balls took over his life. Feeling the ache start in his legs and spread quickly upward,
Spike began humping his hips up awkwardly.
Knowing it was almost over Xander flexed his inner walls causing Spike to jerk, bathing Xander's insides in hot thick
cum.
Xander stopped moving and waited, allowing Spike to revel in the warm body rush of an overpowering orgasm. When he felt the cock inside him slow and relax Xander stroked himself to completion, keeping his promise to splatter his juices on Spike's chest and face.
Slowly opening his eyes, Spike licked all around his mouth scooping up everything in his tongue's path.
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