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White Lightnin'
by
BmblBee
Part Thirty-Six
Food and sleep were forgotten. Dissolved away with the despair and misery he had ridden home with. Replaced now with hope, love, lust, and confidence in the future. All the good things life had to offer were within his reach.
All rolled up in the shape of a short, wiry, muscular man with soft blond hair and beautiful blue eyes.
Xander tried his best to maneuver them toward the bed but it was difficult with his mouth plastered over Spike's and his tongue trying to take up residence on Spike's tonsils.
He wanted it all and he wanted it now.
Sensing his desperation, Spike stepped back. "I'm not going anywhere, yeah? Let's do this right. After all, I'm all healed and you'd be surprised how flexible I can be." Spike wagged his eyebrows.
Xander's eyes glazed over. He scooped Spike up and carried him to the bed, dumping him unceremoniously. Spike laughed and stripped off the rest of his clothes. Xander was already naked and standing by the bed.
Spike slowly stroked his hand up his own cock. "Am I going to have to do this alone? Cause God knows I've had plenty of practice."
Xander could not take his eyes off him. How many nights had he tried to picture Spike just like this. Eager, loving, and best of all, happy and horny.
It was everything Xander wanted.
It was everything Xander thought he had lost.
He knew despite the fact that he did not deserve it, he had been given a second chance. He would not need a third.
Spike watched all the thoughts and emotions play over Xander's face. Naked and hard, he waited calmly for Xander to lay with him.
He could feel the anticipation crawl around in his belly and settle somewhere between his sac and ass. The memory of the burn of being entered had him
twitching.
It must be like getting a tattoo. It is a pain you almost embrace because you know it will mark you permanantly, forever changing something about you.
At least that's what he had heard on the docks. That was the talk among the men who had been inked and stamped. Just as Xander was about to put his mark on Spike's body and heart. Forever marking him as "owned"
Finally Xander cupped his balls and ran his hand over his own thick length as he approached the bed.
Spike held his hand out for Xander to join him. In a flash Xander pounced. He straddled Spike's body with his knees at Spike's hips.
Reaching forward he grasped Spike's wrists and pinned them roughly over his head. Leaning down, Xander nipped Spike's earlobe almost painfully.
"How many other men have you been with since you went to the city? How many did you lay down and spread yourself for?"
Shocked at the sudden shift in mood, Spike struggled to free himself. "None, I swear Xan, none."
Nibbling on his neck, Xander growled low into his ear. "That's good cause if you did I would have to slam myself
deep inside you and flood you with my cum to flush out any trace of the others. I would have to fuck you ten times for every other man you were with."
Spike's head fell back and his eyes rolled up. "Yeah, there were dozens, Xan, dozens of men."
Xander smiled against Spike's hair at the obvious lie. "I love a man that can think fast on his back." He chuckled deeply.
Xander rearranged himself so that the was laying between Spike's legs. Licking and sucking first one nipple then the other, Xander took extra care to devote an equal amount of time and attention on each.
Spike was silent hoping Xander would move along a little quicker. "Do you remember me sucking your cock, Spike? Did you jerk off to the memory of it?"
Spike knew Xander would be impressed at the sheer volume of times he had fisted himself to the thoughts of Xander's
mouth around him, but the lies continued. "No, I never gave it a minute's thought. Maybe you could remind me."
Xander sighed dramatically. "I guess I got nowhere else to be for a while, so what the hell."
Spike wiggled his ass to get more comfortable and waited for what he knew would be a trip to heaven.
Thank God Xander was the conductor on this train to Tongueville, cause Spike had a ticket that needed to be stamped.
Part Thirty-Seven
Spike settled in for what promised to be a trip to heaven. He didn't have long to wait.
Sliding down, Xander stopped when he was face to face with the purple straining head of Spike's cock. Leaning in Xander kissed it lightly on the tip
"I've missed you, buddy." The cock nodded and oozed out a bubble as if to say "I've missed you too."
Wasting no more time, Xander ran his tongue from the base of Spike's cock to the dripping tip. He then wrapped his lips around the spongy head and squeezed it.
Spike jerked his hips upward trying to force Xander to take more of it in. Xander took the hint and let it all slide in till the sticky, wet slit touched the back of his throat.
Spike grunted and threw his leg over Xander's back to hold him in place. Xander set a fast pace. Throwing finesse out the window he focused on sucking.
He gripped Spike's cock in his mouth and set up a deep rapid movement. Spike was rocking his hips. His brain had shut down and his whole life centered in that warm wet mouth.
Just as he felt his balls start to tingle and tighten, Xander pulled back and released him with a slurp.
"Nnnoooo!" Frustration and precum were rolling off Spike by the handfuls.
Stretching back up, Xander kissed Spike again. He shared the taste of Spike's cock with him and gave his orgasm a chance to retreat.
After a minute or two he lifted Spike's leg over his shoulder and kissed the inside of his thigh. Reaching into the special box under his bed, Xander pulled out a small bottle of lanolin he had bought on his last trip to town.
Spike's eyes got big. "Well, looks like you have made changes since I've been gone. That for anyone special?"
Xander poured a bit of lotion on his hand and a smile on his lips. "Dozens of men, Spike. Dozens"
Spike grabbed Xander's wrist holding the lotion filled hand in place. Making sure he had Xander full attention
he kissed him. "Only me from now on, right,Xan?"
Xander dove in.
He let his tongue take total possession of Spike's mouth leaving no question as to where Xander's love and devotion
lay. Rubbing the lanolin around his fingers, Xander let his hand wander down to the soft skin below Spike's balls.
It all felt just as wonderful as he remembered. Xander let his forefinger brush lightly over the eager puckered hole. Spike threw his other leg up over Xander's shoulder lifting his hips high off the bed.
"Please, Xander, do it quickly. I've been empty for so long. All I have thought about is you being inside me." Xander thrust a finger inside. It was hot as fire.
As quickly as Spike's ass tightened, he immediately relaxed it. "More, please more."
"Not too fast. I won't hurt you." Xander pulled out the finger and carefully inserted two.
Spike squirmed breathlessly. "Touch me, Xan. Find the place inside. Nobody but you has ever touched me there."
Just thinking about and waiting for the feeling of it had Spike twitching.
Crooking his finger, Xander found and pressed it.
"Ugh, Oh God that's it. More. More."
Xander tapped it several times till Spike was grabbing the pillow under his head and pressing his heels into
Xander's back.
Removing his fingers, Xander added more slick to his hand and quickly coated his own neglected cock. It felt so good he wanted to just keep working his flesh smoothly into his fist till he exploded, but he knew he had waited too long for this moment to give it up like that.
Positioning the head at Spike's hole, he held himself firmly and reveled in the feeling of just rubbing it back and forth, sliding the leaking tip against the tight wrinkled skin. "Stop teasing, Xander!" Spike whined and jerked trying to force Xander's entrance.
Xander leaned forward forcing Spike's knees closer to his own chest.
With only a slight pause, Xander's cock pushed through.
Both men tensed.
After only seconds, Xander slid in, fully seated.
Both men sighed.
This time Xander waited till Spike indicated he was ready to move. Slowly, testing the waters, reviving old memories and
building new ones, Xander set a slow shallow pace.
Using his heels for leverage, Spike left no doubt that this pace would not do.
Xander shifted, altered his angle and when he saw the shock on Spike's face, he let loose.
Pounding deep and hard, Xander let all thought and reason leak out his ears as he lost himself in the world of cock
and ass. A world Spike shared with him.
Xander felt it first.
The tingle in his spine and groin. He knew by the time it turned to an ache in his balls it was too late to stop.
Wrapping his fist tightly around Spike's bouncing cock he tipped his sweating head down. "Come with me Spike."
Spike never heard his words. He was drowning in the sensations of his body as it gave up the most powerful orgasm of his life.
Feeling the interior wall clamp down on him, Xander let his own release fill Spike's cavity with spurts of liquid passion.
Eventually the spasms slowed as their bodies emptied themselves. Carefully, Xander withdrew, separating them. Spike's legs fell to the bed with an undignified "thump". He was too spent to care.
After retrieving a rag and quickly cleaning them both up, Xander jumped back into bed positioning himself between
Spike and the wall.
Rolling onto his side facing away from his love, Spike yawned deeply. "Xander, would you do something for me?"
Struggling keep his eyes open, Xander was rapidly succumbing to the stress of the week and the lack of sleep.
"Anything, Spike. What can I do?"
Wiggling his body around Spike sighed in anticipation of the other thing he remembered.
The second best talent Xander possessed. The other memory he had longed for on those solitary nights.
"Would you rub my back?"
Xander smiled, kissed the back of his neck and slid his hand up between their bodies.
It had all been worth it. The loneliness, the trip, the struggle. Everything that had led them to this moment. The moment that would start the rest of their lives.
"Yeah, Spike. I think I can do that for you."
The End
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