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Quick Fix
by
Darkling Dawns
Part One
He never knew exactly why he kissed Spike. One minute they were rolling around on the floor, wrestling and trading punches the way they had at every sleepover they'd had since they were four and the next something... changed, like one of those puzzles where you slid the pieces around until they fit. He found himself looking down into his best friend's eyes, wondering why he'd never noticed how blue they were, and it was like the last piece slid aside and clicked into place.
He didn't think about it, just found himself lowering his head and before he really knew what he was doing, his mouth descended on Spike's. There was barely enough time to register that fact and start to inwardly freak before the lips against his own parted and something sleek and wet brushed his. Xander automatically opened his mouth, and then Spike's tongue was in his mouth, teasing and stroking in a way that was definitely not best-friendly!
It wasn't his first kiss- Xander had kissed girls before, of course. He'd even gotten to feel up Cordelia Chase during a particularly memorable game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, but this was different. It was Spike, for one thing- his best friend, the one person who knew all his secrets and still hung out with him despite them- and for another, it was hotter than he'd dreamt a simple kiss could ever be. In the ten or twenty seconds before his brain kicked back in and he pulled away, his world went from black and white to technicolor and surround sound. Strange, he half-thought, he hadn't even noticed it was colorless before this.
"Xan?" Spike's soft question pulled him out of his musings, and he looked at his friend to see wide, worried eyes. Probably thought he'd fucked up by kissing him back, instead of turning his entire universe on its head.
Xander opened his mouth to say something, either reassure Spike that he wasn't going to hit him or attempt to explain why he'd just done that, but all he really wanted to do was ask about where he'd learned to curl his tongue like that and would he mind doing it again for a couple of hours? He wasn't given a chance to say anything, anyway; Spike apparently took his lack of screaming and shoving as a good thing, because with his next breath, the blond tackled him, mouth seeking his with a groan.
Just like that, they were kissing, really kissing, with hands on necks and in hair and everything. Xander broke away long enough to suck a quick breath of air in, then delved back in, hungry for more of those drugging kisses. Their tongues slid back and forth against each other, and when Spike closed his lips around Xander's and sucked, a wave of lust left the dark-haired boy dizzy and weak.
Xander toppled over, pulling Spike with him, and when the other boy's mouth settled on his again, he waited until that illegal tongue darted into his mouth before he sucked on it like Spike had. The soft gasp he received in response told him that he wasn't the only one who liked that, and then it was like something snapped in Spike. He grabbed Xander's shoulders, hands digging into flesh as he moved forward, their bodies meeting fully for the first time.
It was electric. There was another hard chest against his, there were hands sliding over his chest, moving down to his hips, and then there it was- a bulge that was at once familiar and yet strangely alien at the same time. Xander flipped Spike onto his back, then moved over him, lining up against him, hip to hip. He ground down against his friend, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more, needed more.
He wasn't sure who wedged the first hand between them, only knew that at some point he found himself with his palm pressed against an erection that wasn't his for the first time in his life just as a strange hand wrapped itself around his shaft and squeezed him through his jeans. "God, yeah," he moaned, trying not to be an absolute spaz and come in his pants the second he was touched. But he had a feeling it was a losing battle, so he did his best to give as good as he got, flexing his hand and rubbing Spike's dick through his jeans. They groped each other, trading kisses and gasps, whimpers and groans as they both struggled for some kind of control over something they instinctively realized was inevitable.
Somehow Spike managed to roll them over, a knee sliding between Xander's legs. He groaned and parted his legs further, allowing his friend's hips to settle completely against his. Spike moaned and thrust against him, letting Xander feel the hard length of his erection as it slid over Xander's cock. With that, any remaining shred of rational thought Xander possessed was gone. All that was left was the need for more- more cock, more sensation, more Spike.
He rolled his hips up, and that seemed to do something to Spike, because he made what sounded like a growl and started to really thrust against him. It was fast and hard, both of them driving against each other while they stared wide-eyed at the other. In an almost embarrassingly short time, Xander felt himself getting close and he opened his mouth to try and warn Spike, but was only able to say, "Spike... I'm gonna-" before he thrust up and came, his world shattering into little pieces of bliss with each jerk of his hips against Spike's.
"Fuck, yeah," he heard from above him, the low voice hardly sounding like Spike. When he was able to force his eyes open, he saw Spike looking down at him, his eyes so dark they were almost black. His hips drove his cock hard against Xander's, humping him rapidly as he headed for his own peak. A few more thrusts and he threw his head back, his body shuddering as he cried out and came as well.
Xander watched him and he suddenly understood why his own orgasm seemed to have turned Spike on so much. It was unbelievably erotic, watching someone touch heaven and knowing that he had helped do that, that he had gotten Spike so turned on that he came like that... he could feel his cock twitch, and wondered how long he'd have to wait before they could do this again. With just one kiss, one furtive encounter, he had become an addict, and already he was thinking about his next fix.
Part Two
Xander was a wreck. It had only been four days since his last sleepover with Spike, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. That one kiss had turned his entire world on its head, never mind what had come after it. That had bowled him off his feet and knocked him around until he didn't know which end was up, like when he was five and a big wave had crashed over him at the beach. He still remembered the way the water had tossed him around, the weightless, directionless feeling that had left him both exhilarated and scared out of his mind. Spike's kiss had done the same thing, but this time there was nobody there to pull him onto his feet and steady him.
Nobody except Spike, that was, and he'd been avoiding him. It was the longest they'd ever gone without speaking since eighth grade, when Xander's best friend Will had bleached his hair, painted his fingernails, and informed everyone that his name was now Spike. Xander hadn't handled the change well, and they'd had their first fight ever. They hadn't talked for two months, and it still ranked as one of the worst times of his life. And he had a feeling that this week was going to be joining it.
The worst part was knowing that this time, it was all his fault. He'd been the one to make the first stupid move, and he still had no clue what had possessed him to do it. Up until he'd kissed Spike, Xander hadn't ever thought about another man in a sexual manner, but now he couldn't seem to stop. His dreams had been full of Spike's hands and mouth, and it seemed every time he jerked off, it was the memory of Spike's body moving against his that sent him spinning off into bliss. He wanted more contact, more kisses and touches, but he wanted other things, too. That was the really scary part, the thoughts of curling around Spike to watch TV, or laying his head on his stomach while he read after playing video games. Xander had the sneaking suspicion that somehow he was falling for his best friend, with no real clue as to how to stop.
A shrill bell jerked him out of his thoughts as it announced the morning break. He looked down at his blank notebook and sighed, then shoved it into his backpack, hoping he hadn't missed anything too important. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Xander headed towards his next class. Halfway there, Spike appeared out of nowhere, walking beside him just as if they hadn't spent most of the week ignoring each other.
“Mum's goin' to Aunt Maureen's for the weekend,” he commented casually. Xander stopped and stared at him for a few minutes, wondering why he'd never noticed that the fake British accent was so damn sexy. When he didn't reply, Spike waved a hand in front of his face. “Hey, mate, you in there?”
Xander shook his head. “Uh, yeah. So... you gonna have a party or something?”
A snort answered him. “As if I'd want a bunch of these wankers around. Figured on layin' low- pizza, games an' a couple of flicks.” Spike shot him a sideways look. “Sound good?”
So it was going to be another ordinary weekend sleepover. Well, he guessed that answered his question. Xander summoned his usual goofy grin, hoping the pained edges didn't show. “Sure, you know me. Always up for a good old-fashioned rot-our-brains-out weekend.”
Spike nodded, and they started walking again, Spike apparently intent on following him all the way to the locker rooms. They headed out of the main quad, and Xander opened his mouth to say something, but the words died in his throat when Spike took hold of his arm and yanked him into one of the alcoves near the choir room. The blond pressed him up against the wall, stepping in close until he was almost plastered against him. Blue eyes glittered in the shade beneath the overhang, moving closer and closer until they filled Xander's vision, right before Spike's mouth settled on his.
There was nothing tentative about this kiss, no hesitancy or uncertainty, just the heat of tongues dueling as Xander opened eagerly for him, grabbing onto Spike's shoulders while his friend's hands flattened on his chest. Any thought of PE or classmates vanished in a heartbeat, leaving only the heady taste of Spike and the need for more, just like last weekend. A muffled moan hung in the air, impossible to tell who had uttered it, but that wasn't important, particularly when Spike tore his mouth away and rested his forehead against Xander's, panting softly.
“Wasn't gonna attack you like this, swear I wasn't. But, fuck, pet, it's been four days. Had me goin' outta my mind, thinkin'-”
Xander stopped the rambling words with a kiss, his tongue sweeping over Spike's bottom lip briefly. “I thought I screwed us up, that you didn't want me around anymore.”
“Wanker. Always want you around,” Spike retorted. “An' as for the just plain wantin' you...” His lips curled in a wolfish smile as one hand slid down to find Xander's dick, fingers curling around to squeeze him through his jeans. “That clear enough for ya?”
Xander moaned, thrusting up into Spike's hand. “Uh-huh.” Another squeeze made his eyes nearly roll back in his head as he fought to keep from coming right there. Spike's hand flexed around him one more time before it retreated, and Xander barely managed to bite back a whine.
He wasn't completely successful, but Spike didn't seem turned off by the small whimper. Instead, he began to kiss along Xander's jaw, his fingers working over buttons and zipper, opening jeans and delving inside in search of something better. Finally, they slipped into boxer shorts and closed around his prize, giving him a firm stroke before easing him out.
Xander hissed at the feel of air on sensitive bare skin, the electric sensation intensified when Spike moved to press against his hip, working him as he bent to suck on his neck. Somewhere in the back of his mind was the thought that anybody could wander by and see his dick completely exposed, see his face flushed and hear him moan as he got closer and closer to coming, but Spike's tongue flicked over a spot on his neck, and he was too far gone to really care. He writhed against the lean body that pressed him back against the wall, choking out, “Fuck... Spike.”
“Gonna do this right when you're over this weekend,” he rasped. “Strip you down, lay you out an' play with you all I want. Take my time, really get to see you when you come.”
Images of himself spread out naked on Spike's bed while his best friend explored his body filled his mind and Xander moaned. “Can't wait. Want- ohhhh God, that feels good. Want you.”
Spike nipped his ear. “So pretty when you're hangin' on the edge. You know how pretty you are, Xan? Can you even imagine what I wanna do to you?”
“Anything you want,” he gasped. “Just... please, I need-”
Fingers tightened around him. “Know what you need.” Spike's hand never stopped moving, and Xander moaned again as he felt his balls start to draw up. “Come for me, Xan. Wanna see you shoot, feel it on my hands.”
The raw words were like lightning, and he groaned, barely managing to shove Spike back a half step so he wouldn't drench him with come when his dick went off like a rocket. Spike shifted to one side, but never took his hand off Xander's cock, milking him for every drop he had while he looked down, watching intently. Seeing him so focused on the way he was coming was enough to make him come harder and longer than usual, and Xander was gasping for air when at last his dick gave one last twitch and stilled.
Spike stroked him one more time, then released him and stepped back to allow Xander to tuck his cock back into his pants. He straightened himself up as best as he could, then looked at his friend, glancing from feverishly bright eyes to the straining bulge that couldn't be hidden. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
Xander licked his lips and jerked his head at Spike's dick. “I could-”
“Nah. Gotta get to class, don'tcha?” Spike slid one hand down to squeeze himself and moaned softly. “Sides, not like I'm gonna suffer. Gonna slip into the men's an' get myself off good.”
The thought of Spike jerking off in the bathroom sent a pulse of heat straight through him, and before he thought, Xander reached out, knocking Spike's hand away and replacing it with his own. He kissed the soft skin just under Spike's earlobe and whispered, “I wanna watch.”
“Fuck!” Spike's hips shot forward as he threw his head back with a strangled cry. The denim under Xander's touch grew soaked in the space of a few seconds, but it took a little longer than that for him to realize what had happened.
Spike had come in his pants. His amazingly cool, hardly-ever-ruffled, walking sex on legs best friend had come in his pants, and Xander had made it happen. He looked down at where his hand rested on Spike's wet jeans, eyes wide at the realization that he'd just made Spike lose all his control, unable to believe how incredibly hot it had been.
Two fingers under his chin brought him up to look into dark blue eyes. “Tomorrow morning. Skip second, meet me in the men's by the computer lab, yeah?” Spike gave him a hard kiss, then stepped back.
“Wait... huh?” Xander tried to clear his head, still fuzzy from coming and then watching Spike come.
Spike's smile was sin personified. “Gonna get your wish, pet, let you watch me.” He darted in for another quick kiss, then took off, leaving Xander standing in befuddled amazement. His heart raced as he raised wet fingers to his lips, the musky scent of Spike on his skin threatening to make him unbearably hard again. Finally, deciding that he couldn't risk jacking off in public a second time, he forced himself to pick up his backpack and go get cleaned up, silently counting the seconds until tomorrow morning.
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