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Xander Harris
- Undercover
by
BmblBee
Part Sixteen
The music stopped and so did time. Spike and Xander stood nose to nose, both with a look of shocked horror on their faces.
In slow motion, two sets of eyes slid down to the front of Xander's jeans and the rapidly spreading damp spot that was
growing large and pungent. The eyes then snapped back up to again look at each other in disbelief.
Spike's feet refused to move. He stood nose to nose with this sweaty, hot, deliciously funky smelling young man whose
beautiful face loomed just inches from his own.
The knowledge that finding himself thisclose to Spike had caused him to cum in his pants was an amazing compliment.
In fact, in his wilder days, causing someone to cum in their pants was a goal, a kink Spike enjoyed enormously.
For a brief minute all the reasons why he should turn and run, fleetingly left Spike's brain and his cock hardened quickly.
Like a magnet, Spike's lips leaned forward seeking the soft cupid's bow of a mouth that stood directly in front of him.
Blue.
Sky blue. Robin's egg blue. Ice blue. Baby blue.
Every blue description Xander had ever heard zipped through his mind as he gazed into the most wonderful eyes on the face of the earth.
'Say something!' His brain gave the order, but his mouth failed to comply. He blinked. His warm moist lips parted. He shifted from foot to foot, and when he finally did find his voice he later wished he hadn't.
"Mr William?" he squeaked.
And that was the slap of cold water Spike had been waiting on. It brought him back to the reality of who and what this boy was. His body snapped back upright so rapidly he nearly lost balance. "Oh, um, yes. You're Mrs. Harris's boy aren't you? Does your Mother know you're out this late? Maybe you better go clean up and head on home, she's going to be looking for you."
With that Spike turned and made a very hasty retreat back into the crowd. Taking several deep breaths and chastising himself firmly for what he had almost done.
Not stopping till he reached the door, Spike grabbed for the handle. Even the knowledge that Gunn and Wesley were probably just finishing #2 and considering potential positions for #3 didn't stop him. He needed out. He needed fresh air.
Apparently he needed laid.
"SPIKE!"
Spike's eyes searched the crowd for the source of his name and he cringed when he found it.
The two girls converged, grabbing an arm on each side of him and spinning him around to steer back towards the dense activity of the club.
"Where the hell do you think you're going? You just got here and now you think you're leaving? No way Buster. Come on, we got a table and there's someone I want you to meet."
Keri and Abby led him through the crowd that was milling around while the band took their fifteen minute break.
Resigned, Spike allowed himself to be dragged back through the pit of noise and sexually charged activity. Despite himself he let his eyes search the room for the dark haired boy he had almost kissed.
Xander had made it to the men's room in record time and luckily found an unoccupied stall. He peeled open the front of his jeans and scooped out what he considered to be an impressive amount of pud puddin'.
He knew he should be mortified, and at first he was, yet the longer he thought about it the more excited he became. By the time he had replayed the event through his mind a third time the only events he could remember were that they had been on the dance floor together, they had spoken to each other, and last but certainly not least their dance had ended with the best orgasm he had ever had.
With a snap of his wrist the evidence of his passion flipped from his finger tips into the bowl of water landing with a 'plop'. A hand full of see through cheap toilet paper finished the clean up and he was zipping up in no time.
Stepping out of the stall, Xander tipped up his damp crotch in the direction of the warm air blown from the hand dryer and grinned like a loon. The other occupants of the bathroom cut him a wide berth.
He knew he had been right. He knew William was the man for him and he was certain that after a successful first date like this William had to know it too.
His brow wrinkled in concentration. This was a delicate time in a relationship. One that needed to be handled carefully. Men were, after all, strange creatures. Skittish, commitment phobic. At least that's what Oprah always said.
Lost in thought Xander stood just a moment too long under the hot air and jumped back when the painful zing of the hot zipper reached the still tingling skin of his very sensitive dick, bringing him back to the present and reality. Xander's reality.
Checking himself he was relieved to see the front of his pants carried almost no sign of his earlier delight, so he washed his hands, dried them off and, whistling, headed back out to join his girls and keep an eye on his date.
"Come on! Oh my God, I can't believe you actually came tonight. I told Abby you would, but she didn't believe me. And what a co-inkydink that her brother, who is dying to meet you by the way, is here tonight too." Keri squeezed his arm as Abby, who had him in a vise like grip on the other side tugged relentlessly.
Spike had no idea why he was allowing these two women to drag him across a floor that was the very place he was, just moments ago, trying his best to escape. Despite himself his eyes scanned the room hoping against hope that the boy had taken his advice and scurried on home to his mum. It almost pissed him off as his thoughts ran amok. 'Fuck! A boy like
that should be kept under lock and key.
Looking so fucking yummy, smelling like heaven on a beefsteak pie, and so friggin' sexual he cums in his drawers without being touched. What the hell is his mother thinking allowing him to run around unprotected and vulnerable?" Spike determined right there and then to speak to the woman the next time she came in. He didn't blame her. Poor soul had no idea what a victim her simple, mentally challenged son could be. Well Spike had no intention of letting that happen.
Just as his foggy brain was attempting to formulate a conversation opener with the equally limited Mrs. Harris he was snapped back to the present by the tug of the arm.
"Spike, this is Andy, Abby's twin brother. Andy, THIS is Spike."
Spike watched as the small, blond, delicate looking man rose to his feet and held out his hand. Spike looked back and forth between Abby and Andy and, yes, they were definitely twins. From what Spike could determine Abby was the more masculine.
Part Seventeen
The whole feel of the inside of the club had shifted to a decidedly more adult atmosphere when the last of the juvenile population was weeded out and the older crowd claimed and settled into the limited available seating.
The pink neon wrist bands disappeared and the bartender brought out the good stuff, serving more mixed drinks and beers than Shirley Temples and Coca-colas. Although there were still orders for both.
Keri and Abby had settled in and were chatting happily about whether they should wait for someone to ask them to dance or hit the floor and go in search of possible prospective partners. Finally they reached the agreement that life was just too short for patience.
Spike sat silently, his eyes still roamed, reluctantly, around the room in search of the boy he felt oddly responsible for.
Unobserved, Andy had scooted his stool over closer and was now sitting just inches away from his target, his knee barely brushing Spike's.
"So, Abby says this is your first time."
Spike jumped, startled back to the present and alarmed to see Andy's face so close to his own that he could count the freckles on his nose. "First time?"
Andy giggled,running his fingers through his blond hair and wriggling his nose like a rabbit. "Here, silly. Your first time here in the Bronze. It is the place to be, you know. Meet and greet. Get to know people......."
Spike tried his best to focus on what Andy was saying, but something over the top of his left shoulder had caught his eye and held his attention.
It was the back of a head. Soft, floppy brown hair. He couldn't be sure........ Maybe........ Was it him? It was hard to tell.
The only thing he could see was the two women the man was dancing with.
'Shit!' Spike thought. 'Probably is him. Look at those two, all over that guy. Sliding and grinding. Fuckin' straight guy's wet dream. Enough to get a gay guy hard. If it is that poor, straight, simple Harris boy, that's probably what made him cum in his drawers. Wasn't me at all. Fuck!'
"............and things that no one cares about anyway. Don't you think?"
Spike blinked and looked back into the smiling face of his table mate and paused, trying to recall just a word or two that the boy had said and coming up empty.
"Um, well, I guess that would be a matter of opinion. What do you think?"
Andy's face lit up like a light house on a stormy night.
"I think YES! I think we go right now! Slip off to the little boy's room while the girls are still dancing. I'm very good. I bet I can blow you and have you back out here before they deliver the next beer you're about to order."
Spike's eyebrows shot up and his mouth fell open. At the very same moment his line of vision rose just slightly as the man he had been watching turned around to face him. IT WAS HIM! The blond leaned her back against his chest as the redhead pressed against him from behind.
The three of them moved as one in an erotic, sexual sway. The look of pure bliss that covered the boy's face as he closed his eyes and tipped his head back shot a bolt of hot lust through Spike's body causing the hairs on his arms to rise as fast as his dick.
He watched, mesmerized, as the three of them all held their arms out at their sides and locked fingers. His boy firmly ensconced in the middle.
Spike's brain was outraged. 'Damn wicked females taking advantage of an innocent boy like that. Ought to be a fuckin' law!'
Leaping to his feet, Spike turned to go tossing over his shoulder, "You're on!"
Andy squealed, jumped up and quickly followed.
Xander had let his girls lead him onto the floor with promises of making him forget all his problems and lose himself in the music, which was exactly what was happening. Closing his eyes, Xander moved, swaying seductively, pretending that
the smaller body in front of him was the slight, muscular, compact form of his date, William.
Remembering the near kiss and orgasmic dance they had shared earlier as well as their light, post coital conversation, Xander was enjoying the best date night of his life.
On one last resounding "BOOM" of the drums, the song ended and a faster, lighter one started. Xander stepped back and shook the sweat from his dripping hair.
Both girls cringed and clutched each other in an attempt to avoid the splash. "That's it for the Xanman. Gotta go drop off that last beer and pick up a new one. You two go ahead and dance, I'll be back at the table when I'm done. You want anything to drink?"
Neither girl answered. They were already wrapped up in each other and lost in the courting dance they were quickly perfecting. Xander smiled and headed off to the bathroom.
Andy stepped into the crowded men's room and looked around. The row of urinals were filled and resembled a line of wieners hanging in a butchers window. A line that included one or two Trail Bolognas and unfortunately a Vienna
sausage.
It didn't, however include Spike. Slightly confused, Andy looked all around till he saw the stall door at the end of the aisle crack open and a crooked finger slip out. Grinning, he casually strolled down and, when no one was looking, slipped in.
Before he could say a word, Spike clamped his hand over Andy's mouth. "Shhh. No Talk. Just suck." Spike's pants were already open and his hard, leaking cock standing impatiently.
Andy blinked. Crude, rude, unromantic and impersonal. Just the way he liked it. Nodding frantically behind Spike's hand, Andy breathed in deeply. He could smell Spike's cock on his palm and knew he had started without him.
Dropping to his knees, Andy swallowed the juicy cock so deep and fast it caused Spike to jerk forward and sway on his feet. Spike knew instantly and gratefully that all Andy's bragging was not empty promises.
If the Hoover Dust Buster Co. ever needed a new CEO, Andy was the man for the job.
Looking down on the fluffy blond hair caused him to pause. He knew it wasn't what he wanted to see. Closing his eyes, and despite his better judgement, Spike pictured a darker head. One with thick brown hair dripping with sweat.
Spike leaned forward, bracing his palms against the locked door and tried his best not to moan as the figure on the floor expertly licked, sucked, and tongue probed his throbbing cock.
It had been a long time. Too long and Spike knew this was going to be a record quicky. Shuffling his feet as far apart as his restricting jeans would allow, Spike removed one hand from the cold metal and gripped the back of Andy's head as his hips joined in the movement and the sharp tingle shot through his balls.
With a muffled grunt, Spike jerked forward and pumped the contents of his heavy sac down the throat of the not Xander. He relaxed, resting his head against the cool door and waiting while the after shocks slowed and Andy cleaned him up with a mother cat type tongue bath.
Finally opening his eyes he looked down into the big grin on Andy's face and the puddle of goo on the floor. It all went a long way to relieve the guilt that had almost tried to slip in the stall with them.
Standing back up, Andy zipped up, kissed Spike quickly with closed lips and turned to go. "Thanks. I'll meet you back out at the table. Want me to order you a beer?"
Spike nodded, still light headed from the rapid whiplash of a three minute blowjob.
Xander snickered. The line of urinals had been full and he was forced to pick a stall, unable to hold the gut busting contents of a too stretched bladder. The second he stepped in he heard the slurping, skin smacking sounds of the couple in the next booth.
Even a brand new gay guy like him knew what was going on. Waiting patiently, Xander shook off only when the first participant left. Peeking through the crack in the door, Xander followed the smaller blond man to the sinks to wash their hands.
Part Eighteen
"Nice night."
Andy looked up from the stream of soapy water that was washing off the evening activities from his fingers, into the face of the man standing at the sink next to him.
His eyes lit up and a smile brightened his face. "A very nice night, thank you." Letting his eyes do the up and down from Xander's lips to his crotch and back again, Andy's smile got impossibly bigger. "Could be nicer. For both of us."
Xander laughed easily and shook the water from his fingertips. "Thanks, but I got a boyfriend around here somewhere and I don't think he would like that much."
Andy winked, his smile never faltering. "No sweat, but if you ever change your mind, I'll be around."
Xander patted Andy on the shoulder as he walked out the door. This was quickly becoming the best evening of his life.
Hell, if he had known it would go this well he would have gone gay years ago.
Spike took a deep calming breath and blew it out slowly. It was the worst thing about the fuckin' afterglow. Trying to get your cock down far enough to take a piss. He waited. He tapped his toes and rocked back and forth on his feet.
Slowly the sensitive member in his grip relaxed and deflated enough that the first precious drops of a much needed pee dribbled out. With a deep moan and a sigh the flow let loose and the bowl filled with what seemed like a gallon of beer funky urine.
Feeling one hundred percent better, Spike dramatically shook his happy partner and tucked him back away. He slapped his hand out, opening the stall door and headed to the sinks to wash off. He was greatly relieved to see the room now almost empty and Andy long gone.
It was the perfect after sex conversation. None.
He tried his best to screw up some sort of guilt, but it just wasn't there. Spike had lived the inhibited, restrictive life of a Republican for so long he forgot how good it felt to just let go and cut loose.
After washing up he stepped back out into the heat and throbbing activity of the beat driven crowd. Working his way through the mob, Spike decided just one more beer and maybe a dance or two would cap things off nicely before his trip home.
After all, the marvelous Mr. Gunn had to run out of amunition sometime, didn't he?
Despite himself, Spike's eyes immediately began scanning the room for the boy he hoped against hope had taken his advice and gone home. He had become, for some unknown reason, a real distraction. One that Spike did NOT need.
Working his way across the floor, Spike wove a path around and between the people, some alone, some in groups of two or three, that moved and bounced to the music of the hard rock band. One of the couples that caught his eye were Andy and Lindsey (?) humping and grinding. Coming around the bend, right on schedule, was Chip, making a bee line with his goal in sight.
Spike chuckled as he watched. Andy was obviously not the innocent he portrayed. Spotting Chip on the horizon, he turned and positioned himself between the two men. Never breaking stride, the trio danced on.
Spike hoped the stalls were big enough for three and kept on moving.
"Gimme a beer."
"Gimme a beer"
The two voices boomed in perfect unison.
Looking up, Spike and Xander found themselves again face to face. This time, however, bolstered by a few beers, a confident new gayness, and his wayward date, Xander was much more relaxed. "So where you been?"
Spike blinked. He looked to his left and then his right in an attempt to determine who the boy was talking too. Apparently, it was him.
"Um, been right here. Well not here at the bar, here, but here at.....why the fuck you askin'? I thought you were going home. Instead I see you out there hanging on a couple birds doin' the nasty."
Xander frowned. There were birds in the Bronze? His Mother always said the pigeons that shit in the park were nasty. Are there pigeons in the Bronze? He looked around. He looked confused.
Spike sighed, ashamed of himself. He had forgotten for a moment just who he was speaking too. Probably upset the poor lad. "Look, boy, it really is late. Do you have someone who can take you home? Kinda late for mum to come fetch you."
Xander scratched his head. Why the fuck would his mother come "fetch" him? "Ah, no? Mom can't come get me. Why?"
'Fuck!' Spike knew his sense of responsibility would haunt him if he just left this simpleton here and anything happened to him. 'Goddamn it!' he thought. 'First free night out I've had in years and now it's cut short just
because this walking tasty treat slipped his leash.'
Spike swallowed his beer in four gulps and slammed the mug back down on the hard wood bar. "Fine. Drink up, boy and I'll give you a ride home. I'm on my bike so you'll have to ride on the back. You ever rode on a motorbike before?"
Xander staggered back. What the fuck was happening? His beer addled brain struggled to get a grip on things. Why the hell would his mother, who was probably three sheets to the wind by now, come and pick him up? One thing he knew for sure, when a golden opportunity like this drops into your lap, DON'T FUCK IT UP!
"Yeah, sure, right, a ride home. I could do that. I mean yes, I need a ride home. I've never been on a bike before."
Spike just shook his head. He knew it was a mistake. Why even torture himself by getting near this untouchable boy. Maybe he should have gotten Andy's phone number. "You need to go tell your girl friends you're leaving?"
Xander looked over to where Willow and Tara were still welded together on the dance floor and wondered how William knew about them and why he thought they were his girlfriends. Xander was at a total loss. He did promise himself that on his next date with William he would stay sober. This was all too confusing. FANTASTIC, but confusing. "No, they won't miss me. It's o.k. Let's go."
Reluctantly, and against his better judgement, Spike paid for the last beers and led the way through the bounce of the bodies to the direction of the parking lot.
By now he was pissed off and not only in the English way. He didn't care if he did lose a regular customer. Mrs. Harris was going to get a big ass piece of his mind.
Part Nineteen
The cool night air slapped both the men in the face and filled their lungs with the shock of smoke free clean oxygen, clearing their heads and temporarily waking them up.
Xander followed Spike to the space where the huge black Harley sat waiting patiently for it's rider. He tried not to flinch or show any recognition as he passed his own dented Chevy that was parked, surprisingly, just two spaces down.
He had no idea how the fuck he would get back here to pick her up but right now that was real low on his list of priorities.
The damp night air combined with the exciting thought of climbing on William's back and riding his ass had goose bumps raised on Xander's body and a hysterical giggle threatening to escape his lips.
Spike knew that every step he took was one he should be kicking his own ass on. Shaking his head, his thoughts went to the half witted boy following him. 'What the hell am I doing? RUN! RUN! I'm not this boy's keeper. I'm a stylist for Christ's sake not a babysitter. Fine, I'm in it this far but no more. I take him home, have a word or two with his mum on her next appointment and I never see him again. Period. End of story.'
Stopping by the bike, Spike turned. Whatever he was going to say died instantly on his tongue. The boy, young man, had stepped up next to him and was waiting patiently.
His soft brown hair fluffed slightly in the night breeze and his cheeks glowed pink from the flush of alcohol. His dark brown eyes sparkled with a true smile that reached his lips as his body gave off a wave of warmth from the overheated activity on the dance floor.
Beautiful. Fucking absolutely beautiful.
Forcing himself to look away, Spike mentally slapped his face and pinched his arm painfully to get a grip. He then took a deep breath and resolved to retain control over himself, his cock, and the situation at hand as his thoughts went wild. His brain had divided itself into two corners of the boxing ring and both were ready to come out swinging.
One half arguing 'This is nothing but trouble! There is NO way you can even think of getting involved with a boy like this. Mind your own business. Boy has a family that is responsible for him.'
The other half, however, had a one, two punch of it's own. 'Boy deserves better. Someone needs to take him in hand
and see that life don't kick his arse anymore than it already has. Sides, some things a mum just can't talk about. Birds and the bees type of shite. If a word or two in his ear keeps him out of trouble, what would it hurt?'
The bell rang. The two combatants came out swinging. Spike stood blank faced as they swung, slapped and fought it
out until finally the referee held up a hand and called a winner.
Decision made. Spike was going to do his good deed for the day. No commitment, just a little free advice. A mentor of sorts.
Xander continued to wait, not sure what the hold up was, but feeling like William was definitely trying to say something. Didn't matter what it was, Xander was just thrilled to be standing there.
It was unbelievable. Not a week ago he was floundering. Gay, straight, bi, not sure, he just couldn't put his finger on it. Now, after meeting William he could not only put his finger on it he was ready willing and able to put his tongue, mouth, cock and anything else gay sex dictated he use.
He felt as though he was finally finding himself. If this kept up he might just be ready to go out and find a job. Xander frowned. No, a job would interfere with his William time. William wouldn't like that. He would want Xander available
at all times for.........um, whatever it is gay guys do in their free time.
Spike unbuckled his helmet from the motorbike's handlebars, fiddling with the chin strap and tried to avoid looking Xander in the eye. Taking a deep breath, he started, hoping to get this over as quick as possible. "Look, Harris, maybe we can have a word or two afor we go."
Xander's grin grew even bigger and goofier. William wanted to talk. He wanted to drag their date out and have a conversation. In his head he practiced all the appropriate answers for the questions he could see William struggling to get out.
'Why yes, I would like it on my knees.'
'No, I've never had one in my mouth but I'm willing to try.'
'Oh, don't worry. I've tasted my own so it won't be a shock.'
'I'll give it a try, but can I put a condom on my fingers so I don't get anything under the nails?'
Xander was relaxed and confident. He was ready.
"Sure, but you can call me Xander, cause that's my name." He flinched, hoping that didn't sound as stupid to William as it
just had to him.
"Xander? Oh, well isn't that a nice little name. Then Xander it is. So, Xander, what I wanted to say was that a lad like you has to be careful. Now I know young men have certain thoughts and your body is feelin' all types o' new things, getting hair in secret places, but sometimes if you let your hormones get carried away, bad things can happen. People are not always nice and might take advantage of you."
The smile slid from one side of Xander's mouth. He wasn't exactly sure what he expected William to want to talk about, but he was pretty sure this wasn't it.
Seeing the confusion on Xander's face, Spike decided he needed to be a bit more direct and specific. He was, after all, dealing with a very limited mentality.
"Take those two girls you were dancin' with. Girls like that can take a bloke for a bob or two and give ya nothin' but empty promises in return. They'll rub all up on you and show their bodies on the dance floor lettin' ya think you're gonna get your end away, but they can be mean. Or worse, let you do the nasty and come up preggers and blame an innocent
bloke just for the money. Fella has to mind his p's and q's at all times Xander."
The smile had dropped from the other side of Xander's lips, slid off his chin and was lying somewhere on the sidewalk below.
He had absolutely no idea what the fuck William was talking about. Xander's brain scrambled to wade through the beer he had drank and attempt to make some reason out of it. "hair in secret places?"
WHAT THE HELL?
'Who was Bob and where did Willow and Tara want to take him? Getting my end away? Is he saying my ass is fat?'
It was all very hazy but one thing was certain, his girls were being insulted. At least he thought they were. No, no he was sure William had called them "girls like that." Which meant he must have a problem with lesbians. Seemed a little hypocritical.
"Willow and Tara are my friends so don't say anything bad about them. I know what they are and I think it's great. It's a free country and they can do anything they want. Not that I want to watch them do it. I mean sure I would if they wanted me to, not that they offered ......... I mean, SHIT! Besides, how could they get pregnant?"
Spike took a step back. 'Fuck!' he thought. 'It's worse than I thought. Boy doesn't even know where babies come from.'
Part Twenty
The night air outside the club was cool and calm in contrast to the heat and boisterous activity that boomed outside each time the door of the Bronze opened and closed. The steady stream of people coming and going, laughing, talking and singing, as well as the usual crowd that congregated in the parking lot was nonstop.
Spike and Xander stood silently next to the huge black Harley, both silent, confused, a little drunk and hoping to somehow be granted a do-over.
Xander could feel it all slipping away. They were having their first fight and if he didn't do something quickly, it may all end right here. His hard work, his hopes and dreams, all gone in the blink of an eye over some silly drunken comment.
A comment that, even now, Xander was having great difficulty recalling. Something to do with Willow, wasn't it? But how could it be. William didn't even know Willow. Whatever it had been about, he had no intention of losing what was
almost within grasp.
"William......"
"Spike." Spike corrected him. "Names Spike. I only go by William at the shop."
Xander's eyes got big. His knees went weak and his stomach quivered at the thought that he had a boyfriend by the name of Spike. Spike with a big..... bike between his legs.
'Cheese Louise!' His brain hummed. 'It's a fuckin' wet dream cum true!' He wobbled back on his heels.
Decision made, and before he could second guess himself or see the stupidity of what he was about to do, Xander stepped up and with no warning, grabbed Spike by the sides of the face and kissed him soundly on the lips.
Spike froze, his arms flung straight out at his sides. He had been frantically trying to think of something to make the situation better and before he knew what hit him he had a pair of soft, hot, sweet lips plastered to his.
Instantly, every one of Spike's senses was filled with Xander. The touch, warm, large calloused hands on his cool cheeks. The press of the full mouth on his, not forcing, not demanding entry, just.....there. The sound. The gasp, the air as it's sucked in and held. The soft, low moan that Spike was afraid had come from him.
The smell. It was all pure Xander. Sweaty, honest. None of that pretentious cologne that people slather themselves in. Xander smelled of clean, soap, shampoo, all things good and innocent.
The sight. Spike had been too shocked to close his eyes. The kiss coming so unexpectedly, he had just stood there, like an idiot, staring at the smooth tanned skin that carried just a hint of beard growth.
The boy shaved! For some odd reason, the mental picture of Xander standing at the sink, shirtless and shaving, shot straight to Spike's cock.
And last, but certainly not least, was the taste. Even through closed lips Spike could taste the beer that almost, but not quite, covered the toothpaste and mouthwash. Beneath the surface, Spike tasted the innocence. The kiss tasted experimental. Like caution and new courage. The kiss tasted of Xander.
Xander leaned back a few inches, breaking contact. It hadn't been much of a kiss. Closed mouth, unreturned, and over way too quickly. Still, it had been the best kiss of his life. He looked Spike in the eye and smiled.
If the sharp zing to his balls and the fluttering in his belly were any indication, he had finally picked the right sex to hit on. The several girls he had kissed were nice and the couple he had had fumbling sex with were great, cause, hey, any sex is great sex, but this was it. He knew with certainty that this was who he was and who he was supposed to be with. Spike was the key to his destiny.
With that certainty firmly established, he dove back in.
The clanging bell in the boxing ring of Spike's brain rang and the two conflicting sides strode to the center to again fight it out, only this time the little fighter that had "HELL, YES" printed on the waistband of his shorts, swung and with one punch, flattened his opponent. Down and out.
The instant Xander's lips touched his, Spike grabbed the boy by the front of the shirt and pulled him in sharply. Shoving his tongue forward left no question as to what he expected. Xander complied with a whimper, opening his mouth and
accepting Spike's tongue with a hello basket of fruit and a noodle casserole.
THIS was a KISS!!
Hot, wet, slippery and eliciting whimpers from both sides. Spike's tongue searched and licked every inch of Xander's mouth, claiming and owning it. 9/10ths of Xander's body went limp, the other tenth, hard as a rock.
This was everything a kiss should be, including the hard flat body that pressed against his chest. None of that soft, limp, mamby pamby, fruity lipstick tasting stuff.
Xander clamped his hands on Spike's hips and slammed his pelvis roughly against the hard on of the smaller man. Both gasped and, turning their heads to the other side, kicked the kiss an impossible notch higher.
Finally, when Xander knew he was probably just seconds away from his second pant-gasm of the night, Spike stepped back. He knew tomorrow when he was sober and the light of day reflected harshly on what he had done he would feel guilty, but for now, he just didn't.
He couldn't remember the last time he had done this. Kissed. Wanted to kiss. Enjoyed the kiss. Fuckin' well wanted to kiss again. Spike ran his hand over the wonderful face in front of him and traced his thumb over the smile on the lips that still looked damp and puffy. His whole body vibrated with an excitement and life he hadn't felt in the last two years.
Xander was mesmerized by the twinkle and sparkle in the beautiful blue eyes that looked into his. He could feel the puff of warm breath on his face as Spike panted and it stunned and amazed him to think he had caused that reaction.
This was, by far, the most wonderful night he had ever known. It was a Disney World night. All the dreams he could not interpret, all the puzzle pieces that never fit, all the confusion and contradiction that was his life, suddenly it all made sense. Everything was just as it should be.
Xander wanted to stay here and kiss Spike forever. Bring his sleeping bag and live in this parking lot spending his nights
and days kissing Spike.
Unfortunately, like all magic moments, it couldn't last. A crash of a broken beer bottle against the brick wall followed by the screaming curses of the usual drunken weekend fight brought them back to reality.
Jumping and cringing, Xander turned in time to see the two men, followed by a cheering crowd, fall against and bounce off his Chevy. Luckily, before he could give himself away, Spike grabbed him by the arm.
"Come on, Pet. Climb aboard and let's get out of here."
Turning back, Xander saw that Spike had put on the helmet and swung his leg over the bike. Steadying it between his feet, he leaned forward, making room for Xander to climb on behind.
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