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White Lightnin'
by
BmblBee
Part Sixteen
Nothing more was said by either about their suspicions that morning. Neither really wanted answers to their questions and neither wanted to face why.
Xander finished the eggs and coffee. After handing Spike a small plate, he sat in his chair and proceeded to shovel in his own.
Still feeling nauseated, Spike drank the coffee, but could only face a bite or two, and he was afraid that was not going to stay down.
"Don't try to force it. We can try again later."
Xander put his empty dish in the wash pan and dumped Spike's food in the trash.
After a quick clean up, Xander took the wash pan and started for the door. "I'm going for some water to heat. Then it's bath time."
Spike noted that the last part of that was said with just way too much glee.
Wondering why no one had mentioned last night's kiss made Spike struggle to remember if it was real or maybe just a new
version of the DT's pink elephants.
'No, I'm sure it happened. It was so wonderful, no way could I have dreamed that. Does he regret it? Is that why he isn't talking? Is he waiting to see what I think? What do I think?'
Returning quickly, Xander set the pan on to heat. With his back to Spike, he stoked the coals and positioned the pan.
"Xander? Did you kiss me last night?"
Spike could see Xander's spine stiffen. Slowly he rose to his feet and turned to face him.
"Yeah, sorry about that. It just seemed like the thing to do at the time. Don't worry, I'm not going to attack you just cause you can't move." Xander waited to see what kind of names Spike would call him.
Disappointment clearly flashed over Spike's face. "Of course. No need to apologize. I didn't think you would do anything like that. You seem to be a very honest man."
"You didn't want me to kiss you again did you?" Xander took a step closer.
"Did you want to kiss me again?" Spike tried to prop himself up on his elbows.
"Maybe. But only if it's what you want." Two more steps nearer.
"I guess it was kind of nice. I suppose I wouldn't mind if you wanted to do it again."
Xander closed the distance between them.
Sitting on the side of the bed, Xander leaned down till his face was no more than an inch above Spike's. Now more
relaxed and confident, Xander smiled and nudged his nose against Spike's. "So you want to be kissed do you?"
Spike placed his hands on the straps of Xander's bibs. He was wearing no shirt underneath. Pulling his body closer, Spike let his eyes drift down to focus on the slight upturned corners of Xander lips.
"Got nothing else to do this morning. A kiss might be nice." Spike suddenly found he needed way too much oxygen.
His eyes drifted closed as he waited.
Xander closed the gap, but just before touching, he diverted and devoured Spike's neck and ear lobe. The move was so unexpected, Spike moaned and turned his head further to give Xander more neck to kiss.
Xander obliged by giving Spike's neck a thorough seeing to. Afraid Spike was going to hurt his back by squirming around,
Xander took pity on him and finally, at last, gave him the kiss they had both been waiting on.
Starting out easy it rapidly became deep, wet, and all consuming. Spike felt as though this man was going to climb into his mouth and taste his very soul.
He had never been kissed like this, but it was all he had ever craved. Using his own tongue to give as well as he was getting, Spike could detect eggs, coffee, and the intoxicating flavor of Xander.
Clutching frantically at the heavier man above him, Spike's body knew instinctively that Xander was the answer to all the sexual craving and frustration Spike had always felt.
Pulling back, Xander looked down between them and broke into a huge smile. "Well that's a good sign."
Trying to follow the change in action, Spike realized Xander was talking about Spike's very hard, leaking cock.
Spike was thrilled. He had secretly been afraid the accident had done permanent damage and that even if function did return to his legs other things might never be right again.
Suddenly all he could think about was proving to Xander and himself that the cock they were discussing was indeed working as well as before.
Xander let his eyes stroll up Spike's body.He had never been with a man like this before. All the others had been athletes like him. Large, hard, well toned.
Spike was none of that. He was delicate, firm but softer. Still, no less masculine. He wanted to possess every inch of this body.
Lying on his side on one elbow, Xander put his other hand around Spike's throat. Both could feel the power implicit there.
Even knowing that hand could crush his windpipe, Spike was more aroused than worried. Xander was claiming an ownership in this.
Even if it was only for the next few moments, they both were in agreement that Xander was king of this castle. Releasing his grip, Xander let his hand run down Spike's chest to the flat of his stomach. A stomach slightly sunken from too much drink and too little food.
Sinking his fingers deep into the nest of thick blond curls, Xander tugged roughly causing Spike to whimper in need Reaching lower, Xander circled his hand around Spike's throbbing dick. Brushing his thumb across the seeping head of the uncut cock, Xander forced Spike to look him in the eye.
"Do you want me to bring you off? Make your balls pull up hard till they blow?"
Shit!
"No one has ever spoken so crudely to me before." Spike's voice was strained and barely above a whisper.
"But you like it, don't you? You want me to be rough and dirty with you, don't you Spike?"
The intensity too much, Spike had to close his eyes. "God, yes, Xander. Please."
"Do you trust me,Spike?"
Spike's eyes flew open. Had he been reading his mind? No, Xander was only talking about sex, and when it came to that
Spike could absolutely affirm that yes, he did trust Xander not to hurt him. "Yes, Xander, I do trust you."
Xander was not stupid enough to think that trust extended beyond the bed, but for now maybe that was enough.
Standing quickly, Xander unbuckled the straps of his overalls and let them drop to the floor. Spike made no effort to conceal his interest.
"Curiosity killed the cat." Xander chuckled, but did nothing to cover himself.
"Ah, yes, but satisfaction brought him back." Spike finally lifted his eyes.
"Does this satisfy you?" Xander had his large hand wrapped around his thick dark cock and shook it in the direction of Spike's face.
"I think it is about to." Spike licked his lips and waited to see what Xander would do next.
He didn't have long to wait.
Part Seventeen
Sitting back on the side of the bed, Xander resumed rubbing over Spike's silky smooth skin. "I'm not going to fuck you Spike. Not today. We're gonna get your back all healed up first."
Spike whimpered.
Xander chuckled. "Oh don't get me wrong, we are both gonna shoot a wad, I just ain't gonna stick it up in you. Not yet anyway."
That promise more than satisfied the blond book salesman. The government agent had checked out about an hour ago and
showed no sign of returning anytime soon.
"How are you going to do that?" Spikes words came out in short breaths. Anticipation climbed through his belly like a snake.
In a flash, Xander lifted himself and straddled Spike's prone body. Xander's knees were on the outside of Spike's knees.
Slowly lowering himself Xander's heavy sex bumped and nudged lightly against Spike's.
Pictures of Andrew flashed instantly into his brain.
Reminding himself that this man was nothing like Andrew, Spike released the memory. 'Xander would never betray me like that.' He prayed to God that thought was true.
Bracing himself on his elbows, Xander pressed his cock lower. With a slow rocking motion he began just lightly rubbing
them together. Both wet and slick from early emissions, the friction soon became easier. As the moisture and need increased so did the pressure, the speed and sound.
"Please, Xander, press harder. You won't hurt me. God, that feels so good."
Lifting himself with his arms, Xander pushed up and without losing cock to cock contact he switched his legs to the inside
of Spike's. Then with his knees he shoved Spike's still useless legs apart.
Much to his shock Spike felt the pressure of Xander's knees against his own. He was thrilled, unfortunately his brain could no longer string the words together to tell Xander of the physical improvement.
He also had trouble remembering why it mattered.
He relaxed back content to let Xander do the work. His cock still functioned and he was regaining some sensation in his legs. How could anything go wrong?
His arms trembling with the strain of supporting his weight off the injured man, Xander let his head fall forward as he continued to grind himself against Spike. Sweat dripped from his dark shaggy hair to the blond head below and ran to the bed beneath them..
The sounds of skin slapping was constant, covered only by the moans, grunts and "Yes, yes, yes" That echoed through out the cabin.
Finally dropping to his elbow on the side of Spike's shoulder, Xander wrapped his hand around both thick, sticky cocks and proceeded to stroke them roughly to completion. Something that only took seconds considering both men had been alone for far too long and the passion had risen too high.
At the first feel of his orgasm sending fire up through his balls to cock, Xander flattened himself to Spike's body. If he
couldn't shoot deep inside he could at least unload his spunk onto Spike's skin.
The feel of the hot cum and the jerking of Xander's cock against him sent Spike's own reaction into overdrive.
The combination of fluids between them was like gallons of hot lava. It squirted and bubbled out of both cocks to mix with the perspiration that already slicked their skin.
The exertion had taken it's toll and Xander's muscles gave out. Falling to the side of the bed he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply smelling the odor of their combined release.
It was wonderful.
Xander placed his hand on Spike's stomach and idly rubbed circles, smearing the stickiness like fingerpaint.
Spike was also relaxed and happy to allow his body some much needed recovery time. He knew he should be disgusted by Xander's finger doodles in the drying mess but at the moment it just wasn't worth the concern.
Finally raising his head, Xander noticed the boiling water on the fire. "Baths ready."
Climbing over Spike's limp spent body, Xander went to the large copper pot and scooted it away from the heat. "Need some cold water to cool that down. Be right back."
Spike smiled as he watched Xander casually walk out the door still stark naked. Suddenly he remembered. 'My legs!'
"Xander, my legs!"
Xander rushed back and dropped the bucket of water by the pot. "What's wrong? Are you in pain? What's the matter with your legs?"
Taken aback by the concern in Xander's voice, Spike quickly explained. "I can feel pressure. When you pushed on my legs earlier , I felt it. Xander, I think I am going to get better."
Matching Spikes grin with one of his own, Xander went to the end of the bed. Reaching down he wrapped his hands around Spike's ankle. Massaging deeply he worked his hands up to the calf, knee and thigh.
"Can you feel any of that?" Xander searched Spike's face for a reaction.
"Not below the knee, but I can feel when you squeeze my thigh and definitely around my hip. Oh, God, thank you Xander.
I was afraid I would never walk again."
Xander had the same fear and didn't have the heart to tell Spike they were not out of the woods yet, but it was something.
Busying himself about the cabin preparing the water, getting a towel, and retrieving a cake of Casteel soap he had bought on
his last trip in town, Xander returned to the bed.
"I really didn't do nothin'. Your back just needed some time to recover. I figured when the swelling went down it would be better."
Soaping the rag, he washed Spike's face and neck. Both men were aware that with his hands operational, Spike was more
than capable of doing this for himself.
Neither mentioned it.
Cleaning his arms, chest and stomach next, Xander slowly washed off all the flakes of their earlier activity. Spike closed his eyes and allowed himself to float in the feel of strong masculine hands touching every part of his body. It felt wonderful to be clean and heavenly to be handled.
Only a man who has lived without human touch can understand the depth of the need for it. At times he craved it more than the drink.
Most times he drowned the craving with a drink.
As he finished Spike's feet, he set down the bucket and rag.
"I'm going to roll you over on your stomach. You just lay there a minute while I dump this water and get some clean. After I wash your backside I'm gonna lay hot wet cloths on your back then give you another rub. That o.k?"
Xander carefully rolled Spike over on the bed. With his face in the pillow the only response he could give before dozing off was "Mff, yeff, very uh kay"
Part Eighteen
Spike woke only marginally when Xander returned. He was the most relaxed he had ever been. Even with the partial paralysis in his legs, he felt totally unconcerned. He was clean, cared for and Xander was laying hot compresses and
massaging his back.
The nagging need for a drink was still there, but for once it wasn't the most life controlling thing on his mind. He knew there were several issues to be delt with such as his health, his job, his car, his life in general, but all that would still be the same tomorrow.
Equally pressing was the matter of his feelings for Xander. Frowning slightly, Xander was on his mind for other reasons.
Just who was this man?
He obviously was not the ignorant uneducated man he presented himself to be, but why? Why does a man pretend to be something he is not? What is he hiding? Realizing how hypocritical that was, Spike tucked it all away for examination later.
Feeling those skilled hands work out a particularly hard knot, Spike decided that whatever it was, there was nothing he could do about it now, so why not just relax and enjoy.
The universe had never been generous with the freebies in Spike's life. He figured he was due.
Smiling at the moans, groans and grunts Spike was making with each kneading pass Xander's hands made on his back, Xander studied the slight form lying on his bed. All the unanswered questions he had about this man and what he was doing here hung heavily in the back of Xander's mind.
He knew it was unadvisable to allow himself any type of emotional connection. He already had everything planned out.
He would run shine for a few more years and save his money. When he had enough he would, what? What was he saving for? If he didn't know that, how would he know when he had saved enough?
Truth was, he hadn't really thought to much about the future. He loved the excitement of rumrunning. The thrill of being the
fastest, the best. The rush of adrenalin.
No, it was best to just get this stranger on his feet and off Xander's mountain. So caught up in his thoughts, Xander had not noticed that Spike had fallen sound asleep. Drying his hands, he knew this might be his best chance to get some necessary work done outside.
After all, he was a businessman first, and he had been neglecting his business. Xander tip toed to the door and quietly slipped out.
The late fall air was getting more cutting as the days passed. Cursing himself for not grabbing a coat, Xander hurried down
the trail. Coming to the still, he knew he had to fire it up and start the pot and coils heating for the fermentation.
Banking a fire, he went to the back to check the tubing. As he reached out, Xander snatched his hand back seconds before
he touched the pipe. He stared at the copper head that had wrapped itself around the base of the still.
Slowly Xander stepped away, knowing any sudden move could cause the poisonous snake to react. He hadn't seen any copper heads in this area for a long time and he felt sure this was an omen that could not be ignored.
The feeling of impending doom twisted and curled in his stomach in a way that matched the slithering coil of the snake's body. What did this mean? He desperately searched the area for a sign that would make the meaning of the omen clear, but saw nothing out of place.
Quickly he threw a fire into the tent shaped stack of sticks under the copper pot. Much to his dismay the snake made no effort to leave, preferring to cling to the coil and burn to death.
Oh God, this was not good. Xander remained watching as the snake went up in flames.
Turning quickly he rushed back down the path to the cabin. Tripping and stumbling, he finally tried to cool down.
'Stop it Xander' he admonished himself. Slowing, he detoured to the barn. 'Don't let yourself fall apart over something crazy. Everything is all right.'
He pulled out the key and opened the door. The sight of his car always pleased him. It was his greatest accomplishment. It sat waiting for the next run. It sat untouched. He slid in and sat behind the wheel. It calmed him. It reassured him.
He thought about all the things he had in his life. Oddly, his thoughts focused on the man in his bed. He looked at the crates half filled with jugs of shine. For the first time in his life he thought seriously about what he did.
He wondered how many of the people who drank his liquor suffered the way Spike did. How many lives had he destroyed?
It was a shocking realization, too overwhelming to resolve without time and deep consideration.
Climbing out, he closed the car door and left the barn. He knew whatever happened, his life was about to take a different turn.
Xander had been gone a long time when he finally kicked open the cabin door and rushed in, his hands and face numb from the cold.
Spike had just woken up and was noting to his delight that his back felt much better and in stretching he found he could wiggle his toes. He was thrilled and couldn't wait to tell the man he thought responsible.
"Hey, you're awake." Xander felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He wasn't sure what he was going to do
about the omen, or Spike, or how he would find their connection, but he now knew a sign would show him the right way.
"Look, Xander, look." He wiggled his toes and pulled the top half of his body up to rest on his elbows. Each man looked at the other and they burst out laughing, delighted.
"This calls for a celebration." That's when Spike noticed what Xander was carrying.
He had a skinned rabbit and a large round white ball.
"What the hell is that?" Spike chuckled.
"It's a puff ball. You have never tasted puff ball? Well you, my good man, are in for a treat."
The rest of the afternoon was one of the best either man had ever spent. They laughed and talked easily as Xander cooked. He showed Spike how to slice, roll in flour and fry the puff ball explaining that it was a type of mushroom.
By evening they had feasted and were both content to rub full bellies and relax by the warmth of the fire. The conversation had quieted comfortably.
"Xander?" Spike watched Xander rock lazily in his chair by the hearth.
"Hmmm?"
"Will you sleep with me tonight?"
Xander gazed into the bluest eyes he had ever seen.
He no longer cared who Spike really was.
He didn't even care who he really was.
He knew what he wanted and for tonight, he would have it.
Part Nineteen
Xander looked at the man in his bed.
The man his whole body ached for.
He focused on the deep blue eyes that stared back at him.
He wanted nothing more than to go over and lie down with him.
Touch and taste him.
Wrap his arms around him and feel his heat and comfort. Feel every inch of that cool skin and slide his heavy cock deep
into Spike's body.
"Much as I want to, Spike," Xander continued to rock in his chair. "You're gonna be leaving in a few days." Xander continued. "And to be honest, I get lonely up here. I can't afford to let myself get attached to anyone, and if I sleep with you....Well it just can't be anything more than it is."
Xander surprised himself. Why would he open himself up to this stranger? Why not just take what he wanted? Finally he stopped and turned his head in the direction of the bed.
The sympathy and understanding in Spike's eyes were all the answer he needed. He knew Spike was feeling the same thing and he realized at last he knew who this man was.
They couldn't have been more different. Size, shape, background, lives. Yet, they couldn't be more the same. Thoughts, feelings, needs, desires. Without saying another word, Xander rose from his chair and approached Spike slowly.
He unhooked the buckle of his overalls and let them drop to the floor. Pulling himself into a sitting position, Spike drew in a breath at the sight of Xander's body. It seemed even more beautiful than the first time. It was large, strong, proud, all descriptions that could also be attached to Xander's erect cock. A cock that swayed, heavy and thick with each step he took.
Stopping at the side of the bed Spike reached out and wrapped his slender fingers around the girth. "You have the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. It's so big."
Spike placed his other hand on Xander's stomach and felt it ripple under his touch. Gently stroking him, he let his hand slide further down to cup the full, lightly haired balls.
Tugging slightly on the cock in his hand, Xander took the hint and stepped closer stopping only when he was aimed at
Spike's mouth.
"Do you want to suck my cock, Spike?"
Holding Xander to the side, Spike rubbed his face in the crease between thigh and sac, holding the heat of the throbbing
cock against his cheek.
"I want everything about your body." Breathing deeply, he absorbed the masculine smell of the man. Unable to wait any further, Xander slid his fingers in to Spike's hair and tightened his fist. "Open your mouth Spike."
Smiling, he did as he was told.
Xander tipped Spike's head back and stroked his own cock roughly before pushing it in. Xander took pride in his ability to control himself, but right now it was all he could do to keep from fucking Spike's mouth till he flooded and choked him with his cum.
Spike was light headed with need. His own cock was harder than he could remember. Rubbing his hand over himself as he sucked, Spike could feel the heat of want flush through him.
Pulling out of his mouth before he came, Xander continued to stroke himself. "Spread your legs for me, Spike."
Frowning, Spike looked up. "I don't think I can"
Xander smiled and squeezed a drop from the head of his cock. Spike leaned forward to catch it on his tongue. When he did he moved his legs.
"Xander! Xander they moved!"
"Yeah, but I don't think they're healed yet. Roll over on your stomach and I'll do your back again."
Spike was crushed. A back rub was not what he wanted from Xander. Laughing, Xander straddled Spike's body and carefully rolled him over. Leaning down he started at the back of Spike's neck, kissing and biting.
"Oh God, Xander. You were right. That is exactly what I need." Licking a path down his injured backbone, Xander was careful of his spine.
Finally stopping at his tailbone, Xander massaged his butt cheeks. "You have got the sweetest ass I have ever seen. Do you want me to tell you what all I'm gonna do to this ass?"
Working his hand underneath himself, Spike wrapped his fist around his own cock
"Yes, please tell me." he begged breathlessly.
"First, I'm gonna spread you wide open and lick your hole. I'm gonna get you all wet and loose with my tongue. I'm gonna eat you till you scream from the need to cum, then I'll stop so you can't"
Spike whimpered and humped trying to get some friction. Xander had him pressed too tightly to be able to move his hand the way he needed.
"Then I'll start working my fingers in you to get you ready for me. But it won't help you cause I won't touch your sweet spot. Not yet."
Xander felt Spike stop moving.
"Sweet spot?"
Xander had his nose wiggled deep between the cheeks of Spike's ass. When he realized the implication of what Spike was saying, Xander laughed. "Oh, Spike, have I got a surprise for you."
With that he proceeded to make good on his promise. Burying his face deeply in the crease, Xander feasted on Spike's
pink hole. Each swipe of Xander's tongue caused the puckered entrance to wink and flex in an attempt to capture and hold the hot wet mouth. Sliding his hands under, Xander pulled Spike's ass up.
If he could have pushed his whole face into Spike's ass, he would. The move gave Spike enough room to move his hand.
Before Spike could stop himself from stroking, Xander shoved his tongue in. Stiffening, Spike's orgasm shot through him like lightning.
Smiling, Xander lowered Spike back down onto the wet spot on the bed. Spike collapsed with a squish. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
Spike could not believe he had embarrassed himself like that.
"Ain't nothing to be sorry 'bout. Never said we were done."
Xander ran his hands up and down Spike's sides giving him a moment to catch his breath. Reaching under him, Xander coated his fingers with the thick wet spending. Spreading it over Spike's relaxed hole, Xander inserted a finger with no resistance.
Spike focused and struggled till he was able to spread his legs further for Xander's exploration.
"That feel good? You like to be finger fucked?"
Spike tried to raise himself back up hoping to get more of Xander fingers in his body. "Yeah, it does feel good."
Xander pulled out and slid two in. Working them in deeper, he crooked and touched.
Grunting, Spike felt himself start to harden as the strangest most wonderful feeling shot through his balls and cock. "Fuck! What was that? Please do it again."
Xander chuckled.
Part Twenty
Spike was dumbstruck.
He had heard that every cloud had a silver lining. It would seem that the cloud of his drunken life and disabling car crash was blinded by the light of this silver lining.
The silver lining that at this very moment had his fingers deep in Spike's ass touching a spot that Spike had no idea even existed.
How on earth could this simple mountain man know more about Spike's body than he did?
Deciding all that was a pondering that could wait for another time, Spike slid back into the mindless land where only the cock existed.
"Are you ready for me, Spike? You ever done this before?" Xander had three fingers deep in Spike's body and had worked and stretched him as much as he could.
"Christ, Xander, I want it so much I could scream. I want to feel you inside me, but I'm scared. Is it going to hurt?"
Spike kept his face down. He didn't want Xander to see all the mixed emotions he was having trouble hiding.
He felt as though he were floating in the middle of the ocean, holding tight to a tow rope being pulled by a ship that had
been his life. Slowly drowning, he could see Xander on a boat that would be Spike's future and he was tossing a line out for him.
All Spike had to do to grasp the new line was release the old. The thought of letting go of all he knew to reach for the unknown was terrifying. The thought of losing this opportunity scared him even more.
"Were gonna go slow. Give you time to get used to it. It might hurt a tad to start but once I'm all in it's gonna feel so good. You just wait and see." Xander rubbed his rough hands around Spike's stomach and up his chest.
Spike relaxed considerably. He really did trust Xander not to hurt him, and he had wanted to be with another man like this ever since he realized he was different than other boys way back in school.
Having made the decision, Spike released the line and swam toward the direction of Xander's body and voice. "Do it."
Spike used all his focus on relaxing his entrance.
Xander kissed Spike lightly down his back and coated his own cock with the rest of the mess on the bed and Spike's
stomach from his earlier release.
Positioning himself at Spike's hot, stretched opening, Xander pushed.
Involuntarily tensioning, Xander could not get it in. It was just too tight and he would not force. "Come on, Spike. You gotta ease up."
"Sorry, sorry. Guess I'm still just a little nervous."
Xander held back. "Do you want to stop?"
Looking back over his shoulder, Spike finally faced Xander. "No! Please, Xander. Just do it."
So he did.
Without another word, Xander positioned the head of his swollen, red cock at Spike's hole and shoved in. The head popped through the tight ring surprisingly quickly.
Both men froze.
Spike squeezed, and Xander groaned. "Oh, hell, you're so fuckin' tight. Don't move. Don't squeeze."
After a couple of minutes they relaxed and Xander made the most of the opportunity. Leaning forward over Spike's
back, Xander slid in balls deep.
Spike stiffened. It hurt, but strangely, not as much as he had feared. It also felt good. It felt complete.
Before he had the chance to examine all the components involved in what was happening with him, Xander moved. He pulled back slowly and pushed in.
The second time was faster. The third, harder. That's when he hit it. "FUCK! Do it like that. Do it just like that."
Xander smiled and let himself go. Knowing he had the angle right, he slammed in. Spike dropped his head to the mattress and let Xander own his ass.
"Damn, you're so tight. Feels so good." The sweat ran freely down Xander's face and dripped onto Spike's back to mix with his own.
Slowing his movement to a slow hump, Xander leaned down and licked the sweat off.
Reaching around he was pleased to find Spike again hard as a rock and leaking from the throbbing, straining head.
Xander wet his palm with Spike's juice and fisted him in rhythm with the pumping in his hole.
Sharply aware of the recovery in his legs, Spike felt the tingle start in his toes and travel up to his balls. He tried his best to hang on the precipice, but the constant stimulation to his prostate was too much. "Xander I can't..... I need to......FUCK!"
Jerking stiffly, Spike tightened and came, amazed that he still had so much juice left in him after his earlier spend. The muscles rippling and flexing around his cock was all it took for Xander to follow closely after.
Holding himself in as deeply as possible, he flooded Spike's bowels with his cum. Shivering with after shocks, Xander waited till both were relaxed and Spike's muscles released the hold it had. Slipping out carefully, Xander lowered Spike to the bed and laid down beside him.
Without moving or opening his eyes, Xander mumbled sleepily "Your legs o.k?"
Spike twitched, flexed, and wiggled as best as he could. "Actually they seem to be much better."
Xander yawned. "Good. Your ass o.k?"
More wiggling, squirming and clenching as Spike tested the area in question. "Feels sore as hell. It's wonderful." He chuckled.
Xander never heard the answer.
He was already sound asleep.
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