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Xander Harris
- Undercover
by
BmblBee
Part Thirty-One
The rest of Spike's day was incredibly long. Even after he had made sure he had his facts straight, so to speak, and had ask Mrs. Harris at least five or six times if she was sure of the boy's condition.
She assured him that although Xander was somewhat of a bumbling fool (her words) he was not technically mentally challenged. The gay thing must be apparently new because she still seemed to be going through the denial most mothers wallow in.
The good news was that she was sure that Xander wasn't seeing anyone, although Spike was still fuzzy on the poultry issue.
He rushed through the rest of the day, running the faceless heads in and out of his chair like an assembly line. He didn't spend his usual amount of time and charm and his tips reflected it. Today, oddly, he didn't care about the money. He had other plans to make. This had the promise of being a fantastic week.
Xander rolled over and looked at his clock. Noon. Sitting up straight in bed, he threw the covers off and jumped up.
He knew his mother's appointment was for 12:15. He had to hurry or she would be late. "Can't have that." He grinned and chuckled. 'Nope can't keep Spike waiting.'
Xander had been concerned that Spike hadn't come by, and then seeing the two men leave his house, well it was very unsettling, however he was certain there was a good explanation for both. When they saw each other today, he was certain all would be as it should.
Rushing up the stairs he saw his father sitting at the table with his breakfast and the sports page. "Whoa! Slow down boy. Plenty of eggs left. Just don't go gettin' no woody over 'em."
Xander rolled his eyes. He had no time for this ignorance. "I'll try to control myself. Where's Mom? I gotta get her to her hair appointment."
Tony flipped the paper from the football scores to the racing page noting that one of the horses in the third race was called Henhouse Honey and resolved to put a ten spot on it, although lately his money seemed to be disappearing faster than usual. Maybe he needed to by the cheaper beer for a while. He wondered what a six pack of Wiederman would cost him. "She's gone. Can't be waiting on your ass to get up. When you gonna get a fuckin' job and pay me some rent?"
Xander was stunned. "Gone? Gone? Why didn't she call me? God damn it."
"HEY! Watch your mouth. Don't go getting your tail feathers ruffled. Shouldn't no boy your age wanna go sit in a fuckin' beauty shop with his mother anyway."
Xander turned and walked away, not caring what his father thought. Stomping back down the steps, he fumed and fussed, his thoughts racing.
'FUCK! What the fuck else can go wrong. Fuckin' car broke down and took all yesterday and the rest of my money to fix. Who knew that backfire meant there was a problem? Now I missed my Tuesday with Spike. Shit! I'll bet he's wondering where I am. I hope he doesn't think I'm mad.'
Xander paced restlessly like a tiger in a cage. He could feel himself losing all the ground he had made so far and was frustrated as hell. Finally he forced himself to stop, take a deep breath and get himself on track. "O.k. Car's running and the day is young. I'll go pick up my pictures, record them in the log and come back here to review the status of my case.
Later when Spike gets off work I'll swing by and see what he's up to. It's just been a minor set back. No problem."
With a plan in mind, Xander calmed considerably. He snatched up his car keys and dashed back up the stairs. Slipping through the livingroom he spotted the old man's wallet, lifted two more twenties and was out the door.
Spike checked the large round clock on the wall over his station and smiled. Just one more hour and he was out. All he could think of was heading down to Crater Ave. and finding Xander. Spike clipped, cut and curled trying his best not to get an erection. Each time he let the memory of THE KISS slide into his mind he could feel the warning tingle in his crotch.
Spike had spent enough time on line and dealing with his stocks and bonds to recognize an amazing opportunity when he saw one. Xander was a virgin! An untapped resource. Spike would be getting in on the ground floor. Besides that he was gorgeous, funny, likeable, and could kiss like a large mouth bass.
Spike frowned, those were all things he generally avoided. All things Angel was and look how that had turned out. The thought threw him off key and caused him to jerk a bit too hard on Emma's perm rod.
"Hey! That fuckin' hairs attached!"
"Sorry, Pet. Wasn't watchin'. Bit of a mouth you have on you." Spike chuckled and resolved to give Emmy his full attention. After all, those eighty-one years and that beautiful blue hair deserved it. She left a $5.00 tip.
As soon as she left, he tossed his smock, hastily put away his equipment and ran out the back door. All reservations now
forgotten, he kick started the Harley and sped off towards the seedy part of town.
Xander drove through the Quick Flash photo booth and picked up his pictures. He wanted to open the folder and look at them right then, but some asshole in a Kia behind him kept blowing his horn so Xander flipped him the bird and pulled away. As soon as he parked in front of the house, Xander jumped out. He couldn't wait to get downstairs. He had located an old magnifying glass and planned on examining each photo in great detail with it.
Half way up the walk something caught his ear. A sound that he had waited for days to hear. The sound of water to a dehydrated man. The sound of food to someone starving. The sound of the Calvary to Custer's last stand.
The sound of Spike's Harley.
Xander squinted, watching in the late day sun as it approached. His heart pounded in his chest and the butterflies in his stomach went spastic. At the last second he remembered the pictures and black notepad he held in his hand. Quickly he stuffed them into his pants pocket and out of sight.
Spike saw him the minute he turned the corner. Xander stood facing him, looking like he had been standing there for years, just waiting for Spike to come along and collect him.
He slowed the bike, pulling up behind a ratty, fairly familiar looking Chevy and stopped. He watched as Xander smiled and walked toward him. It was such a warm and sincere smile, Spike couldn't help but return it.
Xander stood close and ran his hands over the soft leather of the back seat remembering how it felt to ride on.
"Hey, Xan. How's it going?"
Xander's stomach jumped at the sound of the nick name. "Good. It's going good. How about you?"
Spike nodded. "Good it's all good. Say, Xan. I got a couple questions. You're not, um, mentally challenged are you? I mean your Mum........"
"Hell no! In case you hadn't noticed my Mom drinks a bit so you can only take about half of what she says. What the hell did she say?"
Spike relaxed. One problem down and one to go. "Doesn't matter. Next question. You are gay, right?"
Xander threw his arms out to his sides and his whole face lit up brighter than a headlight. "I'm out, Baby! Out and proud!"
Spike laughed so hard he never felt the steel band as it slipped a little from around his heart. Leaning forward on the bike,
Spike motioned toward the seat.
"Get on. Let's go."
Part Thirty-Two
Xander wrapped his arms tightly around Spike's firm compact body. He thrilled at the wind blowing through his
hair and the excitement coursing through his veins. He knew, without having to be told, exactly where they were
going. It was a trip he had made several times in the last few days, and dreamt of a hundred times more.
Placing his hand back on Xander's thigh, Spike leaned against the large, solid man behind him and yelled loud enough to be heard over the whistle of the wind. "Going to my place, Pet. Hope you don't mind. Thought we could get to know each other a bit better, yeah?"
Xander thanked God they were on the bike and he was unable to jump up and down clapping his hands together wildly, especially considering he was trying to convince Spike that he wasn't mentally handicapped. So instead, he went for the casual, laid back approach. "Sure, that sounds great. I had nothing to do today. A little tit for tat might be nice. Um, do you think maybe you'll want to kiss me again?"
Spike's thumb wandered up the inseam of Xander's pants, stopping just short of his quickly hardening crotch. Then just as quickly he returned his hand to the handlebar, maneuvered a sharp left turn and laughed. "Just might."
Rounding the bend, Xander immediately recognized the street. He knew the neighbors big elm tree and the people down the street who had a picnic table covered with toys in their front yard. He held on as the Harley zipped up the driveway and stopped right in it's spot in the carport. It was all so familiar it felt like home.
Spike cut the motor and leaned forward, signaling Xander to climb off. He booted the kick stand and settled the bike. "I've got a flatmate but he's probably still at work or off with his friend so we should be alone for a while. That all right with you?"
Xander fought the urge to squeal and do the Snoopy dance. "Yeah, sure. Sounds good."
Spike chuckled at the artificial boredom in Xander's voice. It might have been more convincing if he hadn't grabbed Spike by the hand and was now dragging him toward the back door.
As soon as Spike unlocked the door, Xander rushed in and looked all around. He had wondered about the layout and tried to imagine it for so long that he couldn't take it all in fast enough. Surprisingly, it closely resembled the small blueprint sketch he had made in his note pad. "Perfect."
"What's that, Pet?"
"Oh, nothing. Just saying I like your place. It's so.............you."
Spike chuckled and scooped Xander up in his arms pulling him close. "Not sure what that means, but, thanks. Now about that kiss you were asking for."
Spike tipped his face up and with both hands in Xander's hair pulled him close till their lips just lightly touched. This was nothing Spike wanted to rush.
Xander went pliant, letting the older man take the lead. They had both waited and wanted and finally had all the time in the world. Spike inhaled deeply. The smell, the presence, the warmth. It was everything he remembered Xander being.
Pulling back just slightly, Spike opened his eyes and looked into Xander's whose suddenly wrinkled as he smiled.
This time he did feel it. The safe lock he had placed around his heart exploded almost painfully and Spike knew he was doomed. Part of him wanted to run, send this boy home and return to the safety and security of solitude and his accounts.
Part of him knew it was already too late so he did the only thing he could. He dove in for another kiss almost hoping the first one had been a fluke. If that was the case he was safe. He could fool around a bit and still protect himself from the type of hurt that had almost devastated him.
As soon as their lips touched Xander opened his mouth and waited for the passion and possession he remembered from before. It came quickly. A wave of heat flushed through his body as Spike's tongue licked and claimed his. He moaned as he felt the air rush erratically from Spike's nose against his cheek.
Stepping in that last inch, Xander pressed their crotches together, trying his best to find that perfect position that would allow their cocks to line up, rub and press against each other. Almost instinctively, their bodies seemed to find just the right angle. The feel of the outline of Spike's stiff erection was almost Xander's undoing. The realization that the long hard cock in Spike's pants would soon be in his hand, his mouth, his.......
Xander pulled his head back gasping for air. His heart pounded so hard he was certain it would burst. With no blood left in his brain for thinking, all he could do was feel. His whole body felt charged. Hot, flushed with fever, his stomach tied in knots.
He tried his best not to cum, but it wasn't looking good.
Finally reading the signals, Spike reluctantly stepped back breaking contact and giving his boy a chance to gain a bit of control over himself. "Wait, Xander. Wait. We have all day. Let's just take a mo. K?"
Xander took a deep breath, dropped his face and unconsciously pressed his palm against his painful, aching erection. Unable to form words, he hoped he hadn't done anything wrong. He nodded his head. If he had looked up he would have seen Spike adjusting his own hard, leaking cock.
After a minute or two Spike flexed his shoulders and with his finger tips under Xander's chin lifted his face.
"Come on love, let's sit down and have some tea, yeah? Give us a chance to talk for a bit then maybe do this thing right. No quicky in our drawers." Spike chuckled and took Xander's hand leading him to the stools at the breakfast bar.
Xander grinned and relaxed. He knew Spike was right. He wanted his first time to be........well fuck. He wanted romance.
Hopping onto the seat, Xander fiddled with the radio on the counter while Spike put on the kettle. When he found a good country station he cranked it up. Spike cringed. When he turned back to complain he was dismayed to see Xander start swaying.
"What exactly is that, Pet?"
Xander was thrilled. Now it was his turn to teach Spike something. He patted the stool beside him and urged Spike to sit down. "Chair dancing, and by the way, I AM the best! Listen!" Xander turned up the volume.
"Little Bit Of Life" It's the perfect song for chair dancing. Just do what I do."
Xander threw his hands high over his head, clapping to the beat. Spike frowned. At least there was no one around that could see them so he figured 'what the fuck', and followed suit.
He hated to admit it was a catchy tune.
"Now, your shoulders!" Everything on Xander's body above the waist started to jump, jerk and flop. Spike copied his moves and surprisingly, it felt natural.
Suddenly the harmony kicked in and Xander threw his head back shouting a big "WEE HAW! Let's go!"
With that his butt began wriggling and twitching to the beat. Not to be outdone Spike closed his eyes and let the music
take hold of his hips. When he again looked over Xander was in full dance, lipsincing the song. When the line,
"a little bit of nasty, a little bit of nice" played, he snapped his fingers and pointed one directly at Spike and the other
at himself.
Spike chuckled, Xander's free spirit was so infectious, he couldn't have stopped himself if he tried. By the time the song was over Spike was laughing so hard he nearly fell off the chair. Weak from the effort, Spike wiped the tears from his face. "Well, Pet. How did I do?"
Xander propped his head up, resting his elbow on the breakfast bar and pretended to consider the matter. "Hmmm. Not too bad for and old fuddy duddy."
Spike leaped to his feet. "Fuddy duddy! I'll show you fuddy duddy."
Xander jumped down and with a squeak took off running. Spike hot on his trail.
Part Thirty-Three
Xander whooped and dashed toward the living room, Spike closing in quickly. Just before he had the chance to maneuver to the left, Spike leaped, tackling Xander from behind and knocking them both over the back of the sofa. Landing on the couch on his back, Xander was still laughing as Spike settled in on top of him. Setting up, straddling Xander's hips, Spike
looked down with an evil glint in his eyes. "Fuddy Duddy, huh? I'll teach you, you young whipper snapper, just what a fuddy duddy can do!"
With that he dug his bony fingers into Xander's sides tickling him unmercifully. Screeching and squirming, Xander did his best to either knock Spike off him or wiggle out from under.
"UNCLE! UNCLE!"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"
Spike reared up straight and turned to see Wes and Gunn standing just inside the front door. Both men had a look of confusion and concern on their faces.
Wes's held another one no one wanted to name. Obviously they had run in on the unexpected sound of screams and shouts.
"Hey, you're home. This is Xander. Say hello Xander."
Xander sat up as best as he could with the other man still firmly planted on his lap. Still laughing he tried to not show any recognition of the men he remembered from the pictures he had taken. He couldn't however, control the blush that came to his cheeks when he recalled the fantasies. "Hello"
Spike turned his attention back to the young man under him.
"Xander here thinks I'm an old man so I'm proving to him what an old man can do. Actually I think he's just jealous cause
I can chair dance better than him."
"No way! You looked like a man in the electric chair when the first charge hits."
Spike dove in for another tickle as Xander tried swatting away his hands. Giving up, Spike latched on to Xander's wrists and pinned his hands over his head. All the wrestling had both men hard and leaking again and this time they knew there would be no stopping. They had all but forgotten their audience was still watching.
Slowly Spike lowered himself down till he lay flat on Xander's body. He wriggled and moved as the larger man underneath him panted, his chest rising with the deep breaths he sucked in.
Finally Spike landed. Lips on lips, wrists still held in the almost painful clamp of those same teasing fingers. Xander immediately arched up to meet him, spreading his legs and giving Spike room to settle in.
Both men moaned as the kiss deepened and their bodies rocked together.
Wes stood frozen. His heart and stomach twisted at the look of pure joy and bliss on Spike's face. It was the look he had tried for two years to put there and never even came close. It was as beautiful as he always knew it would be. He wanted to watch. He wanted to turn and run.
Part of him wanted to go over and demand to know who this intruder was and where he had come from. He wanted to know how long this had been going on. Part of him knew none of that mattered. He had never been the one. If they had gone on for years, he would never be the one to put that look on Spike's face and that was what hurt the most.
"Come on, Wes. Let's go upstairs and leave them be." Gunn had stepped up and with his arm around Wes's waist whispered low in his ear.
Wes jumped, startled. Turning his head he was shocked to see it. The look, the love, the passion, and even the concern. It was all there in Gunn's face. It was all there for him. He had been looking for love in the wrong place.
Wes turned his back to the couple on the couch and kissed Gunn lightly on the lips. He might have placed all his eggs in the wrong basket but, thank God, it was not too late to switch them over. And fact was nobody had a nicer basket than Charles Gunn.
Clasping hands, Wes smiled and the two men went up to the small corner bedroom together both ignoring the moans, groans, and words of passion that they left behind.
Setting back up, Spike ran his hands over Xander's chest. "Fuck! Look at you. So hard and hot. Nipples all tight. You like that?" Spike pinched and rolled the nubs Xander had never known ran a line straight to his cock. Xander nodded, it was the best he could do.
Something was wrong but Xander couldn't put his finger on it. Luckily, Spike could. "Think we got too many clothes on, Pet. What we gonna do about that?"
Frantically Xander scrambled as best as he could with a hot horny man sitting on him.
Laughing, Spike pulled off his own shirt then Xander's. When he stood up to remove their pants, Xander whimpered at the loss of contact. He then whimpered again as Spike, now naked, slowly unbuttoned, unzipped, and carefully tugged Xander's down over his hips, finally exposing his hard, leaking cock to the cool open air.
Urging Xander to lift one foot at a time, Spike slipped off the jeans and tossed them to the side. Nudging Xander's legs apart Spike kissed and licked the inside of both the younger man's thighs as he worked his way back up.
When he was face to cock, Spike inhaled deeply, nuzzling his nose into Xander's crotch and balls. He pressed his tongue in the center of the boy's sac causing the balls to roll apart where he could suck them one at a time into his mouth and pop them back out.
"Oh holy fuck!" Xander was proud at his ability to articulate.
Xander watched in fascination, his breath coming in ragged gulps of air and the hair on every inch of his body standing straight up. Thinking he knew what was coming next he gasped in shock when Spike leaned down and licked the soft skin between his balls and ass.
His hole quivered and clamped shut. Not sure what to do with his hands, Xander crossed his arms over his chest.
Knowing that wasn't right he then put his hands on his hips. Finally his last shred of control snapped and he grabbed two handfuls of soft blond hair as he guided Spike's face and mouth to his cock. "Please. Please suck on me. I'm so close. Damn I need to cum."
Gently, Spike removed Xander's hands from his head. He licked all the pre-cum from Xander's cock then stood up.
"Slow down, love. Give it a minute. Don't want you to cum yet. I need for you to think for a bit, Pet. Can you do that?"
Xander closed his eyes and felt the impending orgasm retreat slightly. He couldn't imagine what the fuck Spike wanted to talk about at a time like this, but if he was planning on stopping, Xander may just have to kill him. With a deep breath he looked up. "O.k. I'm o.k. What is it?"
Spike stepped in close and wrapped his arms around Xander pulling him in tight. Kissing his neck and ear, Spike spoke low. "I want to be your first. Can I Xander? Can I be the first man to make love to you?"
Xander came on the spot. Pumping string after wet string of hot cum against both their stomachs.
Spike held their bodies close enjoying the smell and feel of the boy's cock as it twitched and pumped between them.
He wanted desperatly to let lose and cum with him, but knew waiting would bring it's own reward.
"Shit, I'm sorry. I....I just..."
Spike laid his forehead down on Xander's shoulder to try to get a grip on himself. He was stunned by the power of his feelings for the boy after such a short time. "Don't apologize. Shit. That's the most erotic thing I've ever seen." Spike chuckled and kissed the tip of Xander's nose. "Fuck, I damn near joined you. Why don't we go upstairs. I have a funny feeling it won't take you long to be ready to go again."
Xander visibly relaxed and the beautiful smile returned to his face. He cheerfully took Spike's hand and let himself be led up. The soft carpeted steps felt wonderful under his feet. He marveled that the whole small house seemed so warm and homey.
This was entirely different than his empty meaningless life in the basement of doom. He looked ahead at the man leading him and he wondered if he was finally going to find his place in the world and how Spike fit into that place. The odd thought came to him that this was how adults lived and suddenly he knew he wanted to be a grown up too. Even if that meant taking the drastic step of getting a job.
Spike stopped at the room at the top of the stairs. Looking back he saw that Xander had paused. He had his head turned and his eyes were big as saucers. Spike chuckled, he knew what had distracted Xander were the noises coming from the next room.
It was sounds he had listened to for the past several nights and he knew first hand (literally) what effect the moans, groans, and begging could have. Even to someone as inexperienced as Xander it was obvious what was happening and impossible to ignore.
Xander turned his attention back to Spike and knew he was right. He could already feel his cock, still sticky from before, begin to twitch and harden. He scratched at the dry flakes on his belly and grinned.
Glancing down he could see himself in that awkard, half hard state that flopped and stuck out at an odd angle. Xander noticed Spike's knowing smile and couldn't stop himself from giggling.
Part Thirty-Four
Tugging him into the bedroom, Xander took a minute to look around. It was everything he had imagined. Warm soft colors of beige and browns with just a splash of red and orange. The stand by the bed held a small lit reading lamp that bathed the bed and room in a cool, blue glow.
Spike ran his hands up Xander's back and felt the muscles, strong and firm, in his shoulders. "You've got the most amazing body. Dark, tanned and absolutely delicious. I can't wait to taste every inch of you."
Xander was shocked. No one had ever said anything like that before. Especially not someone like Spike. Someone who looked like they could easily and confidently walk down a cat walk modeling underwear, even tightly whiteys that, frankly, don't look sexy on anyone.
Spike continued to pet and rub his hands over Xander's back as he began kissing his neck, shoulders, and running his tongue down the slightly bumpy backbone, dipping in the lower part and down over the firm cheeks.
Xander sighed. His brain gave up all effort to think and slid quickly into process only mode. His ears received the messages from next door as the sounds of "Oh, fuck that's so good!" and "Please, Baby, lift your legs for me. Come on you can take more than that. You've been a very bad boy and I'm gonna have to slap those sweet pink cheeks with these big brown balls." reached his ears and ran the direct line to his cock.
He idly wondered what Wes had done that deserved that type of punishment and if he could do it too. A secondary thought of 'which cheeks' was just starting to form when he was sharply brought back to the present by a nearly painful nip to the butt cheek.
"Stay with me, Love. We have business of our own to tend to."
Xander turned around and grabbed Spike by the arm jerking him forward and slamming their bodies together where he wrapped an arm tightly around Spike's waist and kissed him soundly.
This time it was Xander's tongue that pushed it's way in, tasting, claiming and overwhelming the smaller man in his arms.
Spike loved the innocence, the quiet insecurity of the young man but his body craved this. A larger, strong man to press against him, take him, use him and share in their passion till both were weak and spent.
It was the first time Xander had taken the lead and the aggression and power of him sent waves of heat and passion through Spike's body. "Get in bed Spike. You want to be my first? Then come on cause I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
Just as quickly as he had grabbed him, Xander released Spike who stumbled back, wobbling on suddenly weak legs, toward the bed.
Immediately Xander slid between the cool clean sheets and waited. He lay on his back with his hands under his head and his legs spread wide watching while Spike opened the drawer on the dark maple stand and took out a bottle of lotion and a foil packet.
He frowned slightly. Since coming to terms with his new gayness his fantasy had been to feel Spike fill him with warm, wet, flooding juices. A squish he would wear for hours. Xander sat up and leaned on one elbow. "Do we need that? I've never done this before so, you know, no nasties."
Spike slid into the bed with him and tugged him till they lay on their sides facing each other. He ran his hands over Xander's face memorizing the beauty of the imperfections. "I have done this before. I'm not as innocent as you, Xander, and even if I were we would still use it. Don't you ever let anyone fuck you without a condom. You hear?"
Xander nodded.
"Say it, Xander. Promise me."
Xander smiled and snuggled in closer, further under the cover and let his hands wander experimentally around the cock and balls of another man's body. His fingers wandered past Spike's hip to the roundness of his ass. "I promise."
Spike rewarded him with a kiss that started on his lips then chin continuing on down to his adams apple, licking and sucking his way past throat, collar bone and chest where he latched onto first one nipple then the other.
Spike's tongue rolled the hardening nubs wetly while he rubbed his face in the hot wiry nest of dark chest hair. Xander pulled his feet up flat on the bed, widely apart and ran his hands down Spike's back arching his cock up to press against Spike's stomach. He listened to the cries of painful pleasure begging for relief coming from the next room and his stomach tightened at the thought of such sensation. His body both feared and craved it.
"Shhh. Relax Xander. I hear them too, but it won't be like that. Not unless you want it to be."
Spike kissed Xander's stomach, using the tip of his tongue to circle then dip in the small round belly button which he followed up with a sharp bite. It was a near painful nip that caused Xander to jerk up, shoving his hard cock straight into Spike's waiting mouth.
"Oh, hell, fuck, yes!" Xander reached down grasping his own cock at the root and holding it out for Spike's lips to do their best work. He watched as the thick throbbing meat slid perfectly in and out of the soft pink lips. "Jesus! Stop sucking or I'll blow again. Please, please fuck me."
Both men were vaguely aware that all sound had ceased from the other side of the thin wall. Neither cared.
With one last lick, Spike removed all pre cum from the oozing cock head and moved back up immediately sticking his tongue in Xander's mouth at the same time reaching for the oil by the bed and slicking his fingers up with it. "See how good you taste? Next time I'm gonna suck you till you cum then I'm gonna fill my mouth with it and kiss you and let you lick it all out."
Xander took one deep gasp and his eyes rolled back. He felt the fingers probing between his cheeks but was too overwhelmed to realize why. Instinctively he lifted up to allow access. Leaning in for another kiss, Spike's tongue slid in at the same time one finger did.
The slight burn and strange uncomfortableness of it brought Xander slightly back to his senses.
"Wait, Spike, wait. I don't know if I......FUCK!"
Spike chuckled and continued to kiss and nuzzle his neck, sucking Xander's earlobe as his long thin finger found and tapped the boy's previously unknown sweet spot.
"That feel good, Love? Never felt that before?"
Spike quickly slipped out, added more lube and a second finger. He continued to pump and scissor Xander's hole rubbing his prostate and encouraging the muscles to relax. Xander ran his hand around his own hole feeling Spike's hand inside him and coating himself with the excess oil that dribbled from his ass.
Grabbing his own cock, Xander felt the familiar tingle start in his spine. He wanted to stop. He needed to cum. Knowing what was happening, Spike stopped moving. He pulled his fingers out and pinched Xander's balls sharply, ordering, "Stop! Don't come!"
Xander tried his best to focus his glazed eyes on Spike and halt the rush of need and semen. "Then God damn it, FUCK ME! Please, put the fuckin' condom on and shove that damn cock in me. Jesus I need it," he begged and sobbed pitifully.
Both men heard and ignored the moans from next door.
Quickly Spike did as he was told.
"Listen to me Xander. Your first time always hurts a bit, but that's what makes it so good. The burn will make your fuckin' cock so hard you'll think it's gonna explode. You ready for that? You want that?"
Xander looked down at their matching erections and knew both would be lucky if they lasted three more minutes. He nodded. "Yeah, I want that."
"Good. Now put your legs up on my shoulders. That's right. Now, take a deep breath and bear down like you're takin' a shit. Yeah, just like that."
With one push Spike slid in to the hilt and he froze.
"OW! FUCK!"
Xander's body clamped down instantly in reaction to the pain squeezing Spike's cock almost unbearably.
"Jesus, relax! Xander! Relax!"
When the pain lessened, Xander calmed his iron grip and finally Spike eased back just a fraction of an inch and nudged forward. It was exactly the right angle and lightly bumped Xander's spot.
"Oh, that's good. Do it again. Harder, please."
Spike slid out further and drove it home, again and again, each time pounding into the place that sent throbbing shockwaves through Xander's bladder to his cock and balls. Each time Xander's toes flexed and tangled in Spike's hair.
Both knew this time as his sac hardened there would be no stopping. Wrapping his fist around Xander's steadily dripping cock, Spike stroked four times before he felt it grow even harder, take one last big jerk and shoot. Spike held it in as deeply as possible enjoying the feel of the muscles as they rippled and massaged him. Two more pumps and he filled the tip of the rubber to overflowing.
Collapsing down on the body beneath him, Spike was lulled by the litany of "Oh my God! Oh, my God!' that Xander repeated over and over.
Spike laughed. He held the base of the condom to his softening cock and eased out. "I've been called worse, love."
Part Thirty-Five
Xander laid in bed grinning like a loon. He felt as though he and Spike shared a secret. Knew a magic trick that no
one else in the world knew. One he couldn't wait to try again and again. Like pulling a rabbit out of a hat. Or shoving one in. Either way he couldn't lay close enough. He couldn't stop kissing or touching.
In the past, post-Angel, Spike would have cringed, claustrophobic, trying to escape the smothering confining clutches, but this time he enjoyed it. Encouraged it. He didn't want to analyze why. Even sought it out when Xander slowed or seemed to stop.
"That was amazing. You were right it did hurt, but that made it better. Will it always hurt? Was it like that for you the first time?" Xander rubbed his hand over the mess on his own stomach feeling it dry and itch.
"It was good. It's always better when you really care about the person you're with. Anonymous fucks are all right later but the first time should be special." Angel's name was never mentioned.
Xander scowled. "I don't think I want to do that with somebody I don't know." He wanted very much to finish that sentence with "I only want to do it with you." but he didn't, knowing how he felt when a girl would try to pin him down. He hated that and he was afraid Spike would kick him out of bed if he got too clingy.
Xander knew if he didn't get up now his mouth would supercede his brain and turn stupid on him. Just this once he didn't want to ruin the perfection he had found. "I'm feeling a bit gooey here. Care if I take a shower?"
Spike was shocked at how much he did NOT want Xander to leave their bed right now, but didn't want to scare him off by appearing possessive so he just nodded in the direction of the hallway. "Sure, no problem. Bathroom's across the hall. Towels in the cupboard."
Xander reluctantly tossed back the blanket and threw his feet over the side of the bed to the warm carpeted floor. Unfortunately the air around his damp sweaty body felt cold as ice as he jumped up and dashed out.
Jerking the bathroom door open he was already inside before he realized he was not alone. Through the steam he could clearly see the outline of the two men as they stood under the pounding flow of hot water. Touching, kissing, murmuring low, unaware of his intrusion.
He tried to coax his feet to turn and leave but Xander's body locked up, unable to speak or move he watched as the smaller, light skinned man lower himself to his knees. The water glistened and shined on the larger man's smooth black face, chest, stomach and HOLY SHIT!
Xander gasped. He had never, even in pictures, see a cock like that. Humiliation at the thought of being caught nagged at him but it couldn't compare to the incredible rush of sexual heat and need that surged through his entire body. His spine tingled into his groin in a dry artificial orgasm.
"You like to watch, Pet?"
The voice was so soft in his ear he nearly didn't hear it over the sound of the water and the moans of the men as they pleased each other. Xander nodded, his breathing was erratic, his cock quickly responding. He was already too far gone to deny or be embarrassed.
Spike chuckled and with his hands on Xander's hips, urged him forward, on into the bathroom and closer to the passion playing out now just inches away.
They watched as Gunn held Wes's head, humping his hips forward causing Wes to gag and struggle for air, his hands gripping Gunn's thighs. They saw Gunn pull it out just long enough for Wes to gasp for air before he shoved it back in.
"Relax your throat. Take it. Take that fuckin' cock. Fuck, you know you want it all. I'm gonna shove this cock straight down your throat and cum into your belly. You love eating that horse cock don't you?"
Xander groaned and moved closer. Spike pressed himself against Xander's back, his erection nestled between the cheeks, still wet with lube. Running his hands down Xander's arms he took the boy's hands and placed them against the hot glass of the shower wall. Then, reaching around he ran his hands across Xander's chest, down his quivering stomach and he began stroking, lightly stimulating Xander's cock and balls.
Opening his eyes, Gunn looked out at the men watching and smiled. He tipped his head to Spike. If they wanted a show, he'd give it to them. Pulling Wes off his cock, Gunn manhandled him, spinning him around and slammed him against the shower wall face first.
Wes looked directly into Xander's eyes as the two men stood, their noses separated by 1/2 inch of clear, wet glass. Xander gasped and watched as Wes put his own hands, slippery and foamy with soap against the glass and slid them
down till they placed directly over his.
Kissing his neck, Spike whispered, "What do like more, love, watching or being watched? You want them to see me fuck you while they're fucking?"
"Oh, sweet Jesus, yes!"
Xander placed his forehead against the shower and closed his eyes. The intensity of it took his breath away and left him light headed. He pressed his cock against the slippery glass and began sliding it up and down.
With a handful of the back of Xander's hair, Spike jerked his head back up. "Open your eyes, Xander. Watch Wes take all that big cock up his ass. Just think how much that must hurt. Imagine how wonderful the burn must feel. Like being split in two."
Xander's breathing became raspy and irregular as he wondered if he had time to cum before the heart attack struck him down.
They watched Wes brace himself, his eyes locked on Xander's. Slowly Gunn squatted behind him. They knew from the movement of his arm he was positioning himself at Wes's opening.
Xander began rocking, humping back and forth. Gunn arched his back, straightening up and jerking his hips forward.
Xander saw Wes's eyes glaze over and roll up. Automatically he flexed his fingers trying to hold Wes's hands sharing the pain and pleasure.
At the same instant, Spike slid back into Xander's body pushing him forward and pressing Xander's cock flat against the hot glass.
Wes moved his feet further apart. Xander did the same. Focusing his eyes, Wes looked past Xander into Spike's blissful face. It was all the power and passion he had always wanted to see as Spike strained, pumping his cock into the ass of this strange new man.
"Don't forget whose fucking you, Wes. Say my name." Gunn's voice boomed behind him.
Wes came around to himself and leaned back against his lover. "Charles"
"Say it again, louder!"
"Charles! Charles! Oh, fuck! Charles."
Gunn slammed in harder each time he heard his name.
Watching it, combined with the tight heat of Xander's nearly virginal hole, Spike thrusts became irregular. He wanted to own this boy, keep him and fuck him forever.
With Wes's body flattened against the glass, Gunn continued to ram into him with quick rapid jabs, his hands clamped tightly on Wes's hips.
Tearing his stare away from Wes's dilated eyes, Xander looked into Gunn's face and was shocked to see the painful grimace there. The realization that squeezing all that thick dick into such a small space was as painful for him as it was for Wes was Xander's final undoing.
Pressing his lips against the glass and Wes's lips, Xander jerked and came, smearing cum across his side of the shower wall. Looking down he smiled as he watched Wes do the same.
Spike held his cock in as deeply as he could cursing himself for causing Xander to break his promise so soon and filling the boy's bowels with thick, hot, cum.
Pulling out, Gunn held as much of his cock in his fist as he could while it coated Wes's back with sticky cream that he then soaped and rinsed away, kissing each spot as he cleaned.
Weak kneed and shaky, Xander grabbed a towel, swiped his chest and ass and turned to Spike. "I think I'll go back to bed for a bit."
Spike laughed and joined him.
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