Runaways ~ NC17 ~ Liam/Spike (William) ~ Human AU ~ Chapter 8
Well here's Chapter 8. I never did get to responding to all the wonderful feedback on the last two chapter, but one of my goals today is to do just that...I promise.
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Title: Runaways
Authors: angelspike69 and anamcara420
Pairing: Liam/Spike (William)
Rating: Adult. This story contains M/M sex. If that isn’t your cup of tea then go away now and don’t read any farther.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Angel and Spike don’t belong to us. If they did, they’d be following up all their fighting and snarking with each other with lots of manly shagging.
Spoilers: No spoilers at all as this is a story that takes place in an alternate universe where our boys are totally human and have never been vampires. We’re not even sure if they believe in them.
Feedback: AngelSpike69 and Anamcara420
Notes: Would like to extend our sincere thanks to makd for her beta of our story. You are the best sweetie!!!!! Previous chapters can be found in my memories here or in our archive here
Summary: Two damaged young men meet by chance in the woods in Vermont. Through conflict and kindness and the special magic of Christmas, they stop running from their pasts and help each other to heal.
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Chapter 8
Spike and Liam slept later than usual the next day. Spike, because of his overindulgence on champagne, and Liam because he stayed awake for a long time thinking. Mac was patient; but finally licked Liam awake. He needed to go out. The groggy man stumbled to open the back door. A blast of icy wind whipped into his face and he shivered. Mac bounded out and Liam quickly slammed the door. He walked into the kitchen to make tea. As he put the kettle on the burner, he heard the dog bark. This time Liam stood away from the open door but the gale was determined to force its way inside the cabin. Mac’s jowls and eyebrows were frosted white from his few minutes outside.
Bella sauntered out of the bedroom. Liam fed the animals, made his tea, and built up the fire. Although the small cabin was well-built, fingers of cold air slipped through the window panes. Liam hurried around the room and pulled the old heavy drapes over the glass. This was the first time since he’d been in the cabin that he had to cover the windows. He heard movement and turned around. A disheveled, half asleep Spike walked hesitantly toward him.
“Bollocks. Head feels like someone’s tap dancing with spiked shoes.” He grumbled as he sprawled onto the sofa. “Bloody freezing in here, Liam.”
“Good morning to you too, Spike.” Liam smiled. “Few too many glasses of champagne, huh?”
Spike glared at him and then lowered his head carefully against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. Bella jumped up and curled herself next to his hip. He began to pet the cat and she responded with her rumbling purrs. Despite his aching head, he smiled. Bella always made him smile and feel…loved.
“There’s a gale blowing in from Canada; seeping through the cracks. Breakfast?” Liam asked.
“Yeah…no…stomach is rollin’ over.” He answered without opening his eyes.
Liam walked over and tapped him. “Here’s tea with honey, no milk. It’ll help your stomach.”
Spike opened one eye and took the mug. “Ta.”
Liam added logs to the fire and sat in the rocker. As he watched Spike, he smiled at his gentle caresses on Bella’s back. No matter how hurt or angry he is, Bella calms him. He loves her. Liam retrieved the comic Spike made for him from the table and began to flip through it for the thousandth time. There she is; Bella's on every page. He made it fun to search for her. Liam looked up. Spike had fallen back to sleep and snored softly. He stood and covered Spike with a blanket and then went to get a shower and do their laundry.
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When he returned, Spike was still asleep. He stopped for a moment to look at him. Mac had curled himself across Spike’s feet. Bella rested her head on his thigh. Liam smiled and blinked away the moisture that slipped into the corner of his eyes. Spike was well. They had shared a wonderful Christmas together and with friends. He stared around the cabin taking in all of Spike’s decorations: the garlands of evergreens everywhere, the tree, and his Grandmother’s crèche. It had come with her family over one hundred years ago when her parents emigrated from Italy. He had her shawl, a few pieces of lace, and the crèche. He sent everything else to his parents’ house when he left New York. He wished he had kept a few pieces of her furniture, but after David died, he just wanted to run away from all of his memories. He doubted that his father would let him have anything now.
He had been working on the computer for about an hour when he heard Spike stir.
“Oi…bloody hell!”
Liam got up and walked over to Spike. He sat hunched, holding his head in his hands. He looked up when he heard Liam’s approach. Liam bit his lip at Spike’s pallid complexion, immediately worried about a recurrence of pneumonia.
“This a sodding hangover, Liam? Never had one. Why’d anyone do this?” He said, a disgusted pout on his face.
Liam had to hide his smile. He looks so cute when he pouts. He swallowed. “You’re not used to drinking, Spike and you’re still not totally healthy. More tea? Toast?”
“Yeah. My stomach feels empty. Toast would be good. Like this honey tea.”
“It’s 2 o’clock in the afternoon, Spike. You haven’t eaten since Christmas dinner.” Liam responded.
Spike’s eyes flew open and he glanced at the grandfather’s clock. “Bugger.”
The two men shared toast and then Spike went to shower. For the rest of the day, they practiced with the graphic programs and watched the newer episodes of Star Wars. They both liked the first three much better.
The gale blew for the next few days, often rattling the windows. When Liam let Mac out, he noticed the snow drifts that the wind had blown against one side of the house. He was glad that he had gotten extra supplies in before the holidays. The power went out for a day and they sat huddled in front of the fireplace amid candlelight. Spike wore sweats and heavy socks and Liam’s bathrobe. His too thin body could not hold heat for very long.
“It always like this in the winter, Liam? How can people live here?” He asked as he wrapped himself up in a blanket.
Liam’s heart clenched. He isn’t going to stay. It’s too cold for him. “I was here last winter and we didn’t have a gale like this. Strong winds but not for days like this.”
They talked and read and Liam taught Spike how to play Scrabble and Monopoly. Liam was again saddened by the Spike’s barren life. When the electricity came back, they celebrated, cooking a big meal of spaghetti and meatballs - Spike’s choice - and spent hours at the computer. Spike was getting better at using the stylus, and Liam was improving at using the scanner in his drawings and at creating a billing system.
Finally, they woke up one morning to find that the gale had ended. They ate, showered and took Mac outside. Spike was amazed at the drifts.
“Never seen snow like this except in that James Bond movie - the one with Halle Berry - um…”
“Die Another Day?” Liam asked.
“Yeah. All that snow and ice. Thought it was fake. Guess not.” He shook his head.
The door to the barn was completely covered and one side of the front porch was piled with snow. As they were investigating, they heard a truck coming slowly up the drive. It was Pat Adams with his snowplow. He waved and hung out of the cab.
“Hey Liam, Spike.”
“Can I get you coffee? Want to come in to get warm?” Liam shouted over the roar of the engine.
“No, thanks. Got several more to do. See ya New Year’s Eve?” Pat asked.
“Hope so.” Liam replied and the man waved again, turned his truck around and plowed back out the drive.
“You don’t have to pay him?” Spike asked.
“I made a hope chest for his daughter. She’s getting married this summer.”
“Barter system, yeah?” Spike replied, no longer shocked by the lack of money exchanged for services.
“Yeah.”
“What’s New Year’s Eve?” Spike asked as they went back inside to get warm.
“Um…big party at the hotel. Pretty much everyone goes I hear.”
“Didn’t go last year?” Spike queried as he glanced at Liam.
“No. Breakfast or Lunch?”
Although it was in his nature to badger until he got a response, Spike had learned not to pursue a topic when Liam didn’t want to answer.
“Want to go into the village, Spike? I need to get out of the house for a while.” Liam asked after brunch.
“Oh Yeah!” Spike exclaimed exuberantly.
They drove down the freshly plowed driveway and out onto the road, which was also clear. “This is amazing. In New York, it took them days, even a week to plow the streets. New York City has over 6,000 miles of streets- that’s more than a drive to California.”
Spike eyes widened. “6,000 miles! How many miles is it to California? When I came East, I couldn’t really keep track.”
Liam’s stomach tightened. “About 3,000.”
Spike nodded as they parked in front of John’s store and went inside. John was ringing up a customer; there was no sign of Amy. After the woman left, John came over.
He smiled. “Out of chocolate, Spike?”
The young man blushed. “Yeah, but we need other stuff too.” He replied a bit defensively. “Where’s Amy?”
John’s lips tightened. “She’s upstairs resting. She fell, got a concussion and broke her arm.”
“Is she okay?” Liam asked, echoed by Spike.
“It’s broken in two places, but Doc says she’ll be okay. Had to take her over to St. Alban’s, fortunately before the gale.”
“How’d it happen?” Spike asked; worry wrinkled his pale brow.
John sighed. “She fell off the ladder. She was stretching to put some boxes away, lost her balance and crashed to the floor.”
“Can we do anything?” Liam asked. “Do you need help in the store?”
John looked at his friend. “Well…”
“John. Come on. Let me…let us help you. What do you need?” Liam demanded.
“I’ve got a huge order to unpack and shelve…you sure?”
“Wouldn’t’ve offered. Where are the boxes?” Spike said as he took off his coat.
For the next several hours, the three men worked together; they talked quietly as they filled the upper shelves. Liam was the tallest, so he straddled the ladder and reached. Spike handed him things and John unpacked.
“Well, guess I’m no longer needed.” A small voice said, startling the men.
They spun around to see Amy, her arm in a cast, one side of her face black and blue, standing in the door of the stairway to the apartment. She smiled at them and John hurried over to her.
“Amy, Doc said you needed to rest.” He admonished.
“Yeah. When Doc says rest, you better rest. Bloke’ll get testy.” Spike responded with a nod of his head and a sweet smile.
Amy smiled at the young man. “Heard voices. It was lonely upstairs.”
John led her to the rocking chair behind the counter. “Sit. Tea?”
“Yes, thanks.”
The four of them shared tea and talked for a while and then John insisted that she go back upstairs.
“Stay with her for awhile, John. We’ll finish.” Liam said.
The rest of the boxes were soon empty, flattened and carried out back. John came down.
Liam smiled. “Finished. When’s the next delivery?”
“Not till next week, but I’ll be fine.” John replied.
“Um…I…I could come in and work till Amy gets better. Liam’ll have to drive me though.” Spike said.
“You wouldn’t mind? Maybe just a few times.” John responded.
“Don’t…don’t want to do the customer thing. I’ll stock, okay?” Spike said quietly.
“That would be great, Spike. Thanks. Won’t need you until after New Year’s, though.”
“Okay. Call Liam. Tell me when to come in.”
Liam and Spike said good-bye and left the store. Liam’s heart was full - of pride and joy. Spike is…he feels...like he belongs. “Hey, want to go to the hotel for a quick dinner?”
“Yeah.” Spike said his eyes sparkling. He loved looking out at the huge lake and he liked the elegance of the old hotel. We okay going in like this?” Spike looked down at his extremely casual clothing.
“No problem. Only the tourists get dressed up here and I wouldn’t think there are many tourists now.”
They ate dinner, talked and admired the beauty of the snow-covered lawn that reached down onto the frozen edge of the huge dark lake.
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The next day was New Year’s Eve. Spike spent most of the day at the desk; he worked on his drawings with pencil and India ink. Liam managed to get the back door of the barn open and worked on a few spec pieces for the gallery in Burlington. Around four o’clock they took turns soaking in the huge tub and dressed in their new clothes for the party.
Liam sighed as he looked at Spike. The grey pants fit perfectly, so much softer than his usual black jeans. The deep azure shirt intensified the blue of his eyes and the black suede jacket…touchable. The harsh peroxide had grown out and his light brown hair curled in blonde tips around his head. Spike was always trying to gel the curls straight, but tonight he left it natural. He has no idea how gorgeous he is. That nurse was right - he could be a model…earn lots of money…in New York or LA. He forced his thoughts away and smiled.
Spike returned Liam’s smile and turned away quickly to hide the tightness in his groin. Ponce has no idea how gorgeous he is. That silk shirt on that silky skin…the cashmere pants…Wonder if he’s wearing underwear - those silk ones he has in his drawer. Bollocks…he’s gonna see the hard-on. But the thoughts wouldn’t depart. Wanna wrap my fingers in those dark curls. Wanna lick and kiss that throat…want him to…
“Ready, Spike?”
Liam’s question jolted Spike out of his reverie. He tried to will down his arousal and shifted himself in his pants before he turned around.
“Yeah…haven’t been to a party…well…don’t really remember the last time. Never been out for New Year’s Eve, either. Watched on TV. Think they’ll have…those streamers that come down from the ceiling?”
Once again, Liam’s heart lurched at the lack of experiences Spike had in his young life. I’ll make sure he has…if he stays…maybe we can go to Italy. Haven’t been there…since before David got sick. Florence, Venice, Rome, Michelangelo, da Vinci… He grinned at what Spike’s reaction would probably be. Poncey!
“What’re you grinnin’ at, Liam? Is my hair stickin’ up?” Spike asked as he mashed his hair down with his fingers.
“What? Oh no, Spike. You look…you look perfect. I was just thinking of something that made me smile. Let’s go.”
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The hotel was ablaze with lights as they drove into the parking lot. Liam had asked Spike if he wanted to stay in the hotel overnight, but the Spike said he’d rather be home. Home…home!
They entered the large banquet room. Everything was decorated in black and white. Stark white linens with black runners across the middle of every table; flickering white candles on silver trays in the center. Silver and gold confetti was strewn everywhere. Black, white and silver balloons and streamers hovered near the ceiling.
Spike was awed. He’d never seen such a room - except on TV. Knew I was in a sodding fairy tale. Where’s Cinderella? He looked over at Liam and grinned. Sorry Cindy. I got the Prince.
Liam returned his grin with a quizzical look on his face. Spike just waggled his eyebrows and grinned wider. Mrs. Jenkins walked over to them. Both men gave her a hug.
Liam gave her an extra squeeze. “Thank you for the book. It’s…it’s a treasure - first edition. You’re too generous.”
“You should have it. I know you prefer a simple style when you create your pieces. I’m glad you like it.” She patted his face and turned to Spike.
“Missed you, Mrs. Jenkins.” Spike said as his face flushed pink. “That book…thank you…it’s beautiful…never owned anything so beautiful. I’ll take good care of it.”
“You’re very welcome, Spike. I know you like William Blake and I am sure the book has a good home with you.” She smiled and touched his cheek. “I missed you, too. Christmas in Boston with my daughter and her family is lovely, but I don’t like to be away from the island for too long. I never miss this celebration. You’ll save me a dance?” She asked looking from Spike to Liam.
“Not…not really a…dancer. Don’t want to crush your feet.” Spike answered, and flushed a deeper pink.
“You’ll be fine.” The old woman assured him. “Liam?”
He smiled. “Haven’t danced in a while, but I used to. Hopefully I’ll remember.”
Spike stared at Liam; at the glow of his skin in the candlelight. Like to dance with him…press close…not here though. He turned away quickly - another adjustment.
“Hey Liam, Spike.” John called and the two men turned around.
“Amy…you look lovely.” Liam stammered. He had never seen Amy in a dress and this was quite a dress: long, black, and flowing, with a décolletage. Her reddish hair was out of its usual ponytail and hung softly on her shoulders. The doctor, resplendent in a tux, approached them pushing Ann in her wheelchair. Jess walked next to them. Ann was dressed in a billowy silver gown; Jess wore bright red. When she turned to sit at their table, Liam and Spike glanced at each other. The dress was open in a V to her waist.
They sat down at their reserved table. Only the sheriff was absent. He was on duty, but would join them before midnight. Spike looked around the table; his heart swelled. All of these people - Liam’s friends - his friends. They all liked him. They accepted him. They probably don’t all know…about LA. Just the sheriff, the doc and Mrs. Jenkins. Still, the ones who knew about his life before he came to North Hero accepted him anyway. There was no harsh criticism. No yelling. No beatings. He glanced over at Liam who was listening to something Ann was saying. Because of Liam. They trust Liam.
After they had been served the shrimp bisque soup, Spike leaned over to Mrs. Jenkins. “Nowhere near as good as yours,” he whispered and received a smile and kiss on the cheek. He looked at Liam, seated next to Mrs. Jenkins. Liam was…beaming. There was no other word for the joy on his face.
They finished dinner and the band ceased the soft background music and began to ramp it up. Jess leaned toward Spike. “Do you dance, Spike?”
“Um…um…not very well…but…” he stammered.
“Spike, I went to mixers with drunken frat boys who trod on my toes, you can't be any worse.” She grinned, pulled him up to dance, and led the hesitant man onto the dance floor. Spike didn’t embarrass himself; many other men were far worse dancers than he. When a slow dance began, he looked a little uncomfortable.
“Jess, definitely don’t know how to do this.”
“Trust me. I’ll lead you around.”
He did trust her, and he only stepped on her feet once. After that, Spike danced with almost every young woman in the place. When he sat down to rest, a girl would come up to the table and ask him to dance. Although he was tired, he never refused. He was flying! Birds asking me to dance. Birds wanting me! He glanced over at Liam a few times and received a smile and a nod. The other man danced with Jess and Mrs. Jenkins and Amy - despite her broken arm. A few other women asked him to dance as well, but not nearly as many as Spike.
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Liam watched Spike spin and dip on the dance floor. He laughed and flirted and had fun. Whenever he would slow dance, he sought Liam’s eye and winked. Liam had to concentrate on the conversation at the table and try to avoid looking at Spike. He is naturally sexy…every woman in this place wants to…be close to him. He’s loving the attention. Liam tamped down the jealousy that flickered dangerously in his mind. He sighed and tried to stop thinking about Spike…about dancing with Spike here in front of everyone; at home in front of the fire with the flames painting his pale face and hair golden. He’s eighteen. I’m almost twenty-nine. I won’t…I can’t do that to him. He has so much to experience. He thinks he’s gay because of his…life. Look at those girls; they’re salivating. Liam stood up suddenly and excused himself. He walked out onto the covered terrace into the cold, determined to stop his thoughts and emotions. But his heart refused to listen, and tears glittered in his eyes. You fool. Why would he want you? Stop it. You’ll…you can’t let him know how you feel. He’ll feel obligated. But then Liam remembered waking up with Spike's mouth on his dick. He’s a confused…kid. He thought that was the way to thank you. He’s not a kid. You were eighteen when you were with David. Spike has led a far more adult life that you had. Liam stood outside for a long time, while thoughts, desires, and fears spiraled in his brain. When he began to shiver from the frigid air, he went back inside.
“Where y’been mate?” Liam was startled to hear Spike’s voice close by. He spun to face the Spike.
“Um…um…got hot…champagne…went outside for some air.”
“Almost midnight. Come on.” Spike said as he grabbed Liam’s hand and pulled him toward the crowd. “Here he is.” The Spike said to the table.
“10, 9, 8…” The band leader began the count and everyone joined in. At the stroke of twelve, the balloons and streamers fluttered to the floor. Spike’s eyes were bright with excitement as he turned to Liam.
“Happy New Year, Liam.” Spike whispered as he hugged Liam. He looked up and tried to blink away the tears that hovered in his brilliant blue eyes. “Never had…thanks, Liam…this…this was more than I ever dreamed.” He rested his head against Liam’s chest.
Liam spoke quietly into Spike’s soft curls. “Happy New Year, Spike. I wish all good things for you in this coming year.” They stayed together for a few minutes, and separated only when Mrs. Jenkins came up to them.
She looked at both of them and touched their cheeks. “Happy New Year. I am so happy that you've come into each other's lives, and I'm fortunate that you’ve both come into mine.”
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Liam and Spike said good-night to everyone and went out to the truck. Liam was a little buzzed - both with champagne and happiness. Spike was a little more than buzzed - with champagne, excitement, satisfaction, and happiness.
The girls tonight. Liked you William. Thought your accent was soooo cute! He grinned to himself. Felt good to have someone touching me…touching me…nicely. Just wanted to dance…no demands. He shuddered, recalling scenes from his life on the streets in LA.
Liam saw the shudder out of the corner of his eye. “Cold, Spike? Heater’s up full blast. We’ll be home in a few minutes.”
“No…’m OK. Just a chill.” He answered as he stared out the window. If Liam ever knew…knew everything…he wouldn’t touch me. He sighed raggedly and wiped his eyes. Doc says no diseases. Thought for sure I had somethin’. Liam…only ever with one man? I couldn’t count the number…men, women. He shuddered again.
Liam drove as fast as he dared back to the cabin, worried that Spike’s chill would get worse and the pneumonia would return. It hangs over his head…my head…He’s well…he can’t get sick again.
They arrived at the cabin and both men got out of the truck and went inside. Mac sped out when they opened the door, but was back quickly.
“Hot cocoa, Spike? Tea?” Liam asked.
“Yeah, that honey tea. I’m gonna take off these fancy clothes.” He answered as he walked into the bedroom.
Liam stoked the fire to get it warmer. The cabin had heat, but the gale obviously ripped some of the logs loose. He’d have to ask John who did that kind of work. He handed Spike a mug when he returned to the main room. He had dressed in his sweats and heavy socks, Liam’s robe hanging off his thin frame.
“I’ll change, too.”
Spike was sprawled on the sofa with his eyes closed. Liam covered him with a blanket.
“Not sleepin. Just restin.’ Not used to partying.” Spike spoke without opening his eyes.
Liam smiled. “Yeah, you did party. You were the girls’ favorite partner.”
Spike opened one eye and smirked. “Jealous?”
“What? No…no…just teasing you,” Liam responded, obviously flustered. He got up and hurried into the kitchen, ostensibly to get more tea; in reality to hide his stiffening cock. He stood as he sipped the tea; he willed down his arousal, and turned around when he heard music. Spike was fiddling with the radio, trying to find a station. He stopped, and sounds of I’ll Make Love to You by Boys II Men filled the room.
Close your eyes, make a wish
And blow out the candlelight
For tonight is just your night
We’re gonna celebrate, all through the night
Spike walked toward Liam, his eyes twinkled, his face aglow with a seductively sweet smile. “Wanted to dance with you tonight, Liam. Dance with me?”
Liam stood rigid for a long moment. Worry, fear, longing, tumbled through his body. He didn’t want to hurt Spike’s feelings…just a dance…just a dance.
I’ll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I’ll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
Liam began to walk toward Spike and Spike approached him. Their bodies came together and the world went away.
I’ll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
Till you tell me to.
The two men danced. Spike rested his head on Liam’s broad chest and Liam rested his chin on the shorter man’s soft curls. Spike lifted his head and stared for a moment into Liam’s deep, dark eyes. He wrapped his arms around the taller man’s neck and drew Liam’s face down to his. He licked his tongue across Liam’s full lips and then kissed him deeply. Liam moaned. Spike could feel him stiffen and he pressed his body even closer, letting Liam feel his arousal.
Girl relax, let’s go slow
I ain’t got no where to go
I’m just gonna concentrate on you
Girl are you ready…it’s gonna be a long night.
Throw your clothes on the floor
I’m gonna take my clothes off too
I made plans to be with you
Girl whatever you ask me, you know, I will do
Spike forced his tongue into Liam’s mouth and deepened the kiss. He felt Liam’s body stiffen; he pulled away. “Spike…”
Spike held on and stared into his eyes. He placed his thin hands on either side of Liam’s head; it forced Liam to look down at him. He spoke in a rush. “No…I want you, Liam. I…I’ve never wanted anybody. Want you to hold me. Want to fall asleep in your arms. Liam…I…what I feel for you…I’ve never felt before. You…you’re like the…men in movies…who…who love the girl no matter what.” He paused and shook his head, a slight smirk twitching the sides of his mouth. “Never thought it could be real…never thought I’d ever…it’s how I imagined…love…in my fantasies.”
He pressed his fingers to Liam’s lips as Liam opened his mouth to speak. “I need you, only you. I know you think you’re too old for me. But…you’re an innocent compared to me…I’ve…I’ve been with too many men.” He took his hands away and lowered his head. “Too many men…I’m sorry…I wish…” He raised his eyes and Liam saw the tears that glittered in those beautiful blue eyes. “No one…no one ever made me feel like you do…safe, wanted. I want to feel all of you."
Chapter 9
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Title: Runaways
Authors: angelspike69 and anamcara420
Pairing: Liam/Spike (William)
Rating: Adult. This story contains M/M sex. If that isn’t your cup of tea then go away now and don’t read any farther.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Angel and Spike don’t belong to us. If they did, they’d be following up all their fighting and snarking with each other with lots of manly shagging.
Spoilers: No spoilers at all as this is a story that takes place in an alternate universe where our boys are totally human and have never been vampires. We’re not even sure if they believe in them.
Feedback: AngelSpike69 and Anamcara420
Notes: Would like to extend our sincere thanks to makd for her beta of our story. You are the best sweetie!!!!! Previous chapters can be found in my memories here or in our archive here
Summary: Two damaged young men meet by chance in the woods in Vermont. Through conflict and kindness and the special magic of Christmas, they stop running from their pasts and help each other to heal.
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Chapter 8
Spike and Liam slept later than usual the next day. Spike, because of his overindulgence on champagne, and Liam because he stayed awake for a long time thinking. Mac was patient; but finally licked Liam awake. He needed to go out. The groggy man stumbled to open the back door. A blast of icy wind whipped into his face and he shivered. Mac bounded out and Liam quickly slammed the door. He walked into the kitchen to make tea. As he put the kettle on the burner, he heard the dog bark. This time Liam stood away from the open door but the gale was determined to force its way inside the cabin. Mac’s jowls and eyebrows were frosted white from his few minutes outside.
Bella sauntered out of the bedroom. Liam fed the animals, made his tea, and built up the fire. Although the small cabin was well-built, fingers of cold air slipped through the window panes. Liam hurried around the room and pulled the old heavy drapes over the glass. This was the first time since he’d been in the cabin that he had to cover the windows. He heard movement and turned around. A disheveled, half asleep Spike walked hesitantly toward him.
“Bollocks. Head feels like someone’s tap dancing with spiked shoes.” He grumbled as he sprawled onto the sofa. “Bloody freezing in here, Liam.”
“Good morning to you too, Spike.” Liam smiled. “Few too many glasses of champagne, huh?”
Spike glared at him and then lowered his head carefully against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. Bella jumped up and curled herself next to his hip. He began to pet the cat and she responded with her rumbling purrs. Despite his aching head, he smiled. Bella always made him smile and feel…loved.
“There’s a gale blowing in from Canada; seeping through the cracks. Breakfast?” Liam asked.
“Yeah…no…stomach is rollin’ over.” He answered without opening his eyes.
Liam walked over and tapped him. “Here’s tea with honey, no milk. It’ll help your stomach.”
Spike opened one eye and took the mug. “Ta.”
Liam added logs to the fire and sat in the rocker. As he watched Spike, he smiled at his gentle caresses on Bella’s back. No matter how hurt or angry he is, Bella calms him. He loves her. Liam retrieved the comic Spike made for him from the table and began to flip through it for the thousandth time. There she is; Bella's on every page. He made it fun to search for her. Liam looked up. Spike had fallen back to sleep and snored softly. He stood and covered Spike with a blanket and then went to get a shower and do their laundry.
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When he returned, Spike was still asleep. He stopped for a moment to look at him. Mac had curled himself across Spike’s feet. Bella rested her head on his thigh. Liam smiled and blinked away the moisture that slipped into the corner of his eyes. Spike was well. They had shared a wonderful Christmas together and with friends. He stared around the cabin taking in all of Spike’s decorations: the garlands of evergreens everywhere, the tree, and his Grandmother’s crèche. It had come with her family over one hundred years ago when her parents emigrated from Italy. He had her shawl, a few pieces of lace, and the crèche. He sent everything else to his parents’ house when he left New York. He wished he had kept a few pieces of her furniture, but after David died, he just wanted to run away from all of his memories. He doubted that his father would let him have anything now.
He had been working on the computer for about an hour when he heard Spike stir.
“Oi…bloody hell!”
Liam got up and walked over to Spike. He sat hunched, holding his head in his hands. He looked up when he heard Liam’s approach. Liam bit his lip at Spike’s pallid complexion, immediately worried about a recurrence of pneumonia.
“This a sodding hangover, Liam? Never had one. Why’d anyone do this?” He said, a disgusted pout on his face.
Liam had to hide his smile. He looks so cute when he pouts. He swallowed. “You’re not used to drinking, Spike and you’re still not totally healthy. More tea? Toast?”
“Yeah. My stomach feels empty. Toast would be good. Like this honey tea.”
“It’s 2 o’clock in the afternoon, Spike. You haven’t eaten since Christmas dinner.” Liam responded.
Spike’s eyes flew open and he glanced at the grandfather’s clock. “Bugger.”
The two men shared toast and then Spike went to shower. For the rest of the day, they practiced with the graphic programs and watched the newer episodes of Star Wars. They both liked the first three much better.
The gale blew for the next few days, often rattling the windows. When Liam let Mac out, he noticed the snow drifts that the wind had blown against one side of the house. He was glad that he had gotten extra supplies in before the holidays. The power went out for a day and they sat huddled in front of the fireplace amid candlelight. Spike wore sweats and heavy socks and Liam’s bathrobe. His too thin body could not hold heat for very long.
“It always like this in the winter, Liam? How can people live here?” He asked as he wrapped himself up in a blanket.
Liam’s heart clenched. He isn’t going to stay. It’s too cold for him. “I was here last winter and we didn’t have a gale like this. Strong winds but not for days like this.”
They talked and read and Liam taught Spike how to play Scrabble and Monopoly. Liam was again saddened by the Spike’s barren life. When the electricity came back, they celebrated, cooking a big meal of spaghetti and meatballs - Spike’s choice - and spent hours at the computer. Spike was getting better at using the stylus, and Liam was improving at using the scanner in his drawings and at creating a billing system.
Finally, they woke up one morning to find that the gale had ended. They ate, showered and took Mac outside. Spike was amazed at the drifts.
“Never seen snow like this except in that James Bond movie - the one with Halle Berry - um…”
“Die Another Day?” Liam asked.
“Yeah. All that snow and ice. Thought it was fake. Guess not.” He shook his head.
The door to the barn was completely covered and one side of the front porch was piled with snow. As they were investigating, they heard a truck coming slowly up the drive. It was Pat Adams with his snowplow. He waved and hung out of the cab.
“Hey Liam, Spike.”
“Can I get you coffee? Want to come in to get warm?” Liam shouted over the roar of the engine.
“No, thanks. Got several more to do. See ya New Year’s Eve?” Pat asked.
“Hope so.” Liam replied and the man waved again, turned his truck around and plowed back out the drive.
“You don’t have to pay him?” Spike asked.
“I made a hope chest for his daughter. She’s getting married this summer.”
“Barter system, yeah?” Spike replied, no longer shocked by the lack of money exchanged for services.
“Yeah.”
“What’s New Year’s Eve?” Spike asked as they went back inside to get warm.
“Um…big party at the hotel. Pretty much everyone goes I hear.”
“Didn’t go last year?” Spike queried as he glanced at Liam.
“No. Breakfast or Lunch?”
Although it was in his nature to badger until he got a response, Spike had learned not to pursue a topic when Liam didn’t want to answer.
“Want to go into the village, Spike? I need to get out of the house for a while.” Liam asked after brunch.
“Oh Yeah!” Spike exclaimed exuberantly.
They drove down the freshly plowed driveway and out onto the road, which was also clear. “This is amazing. In New York, it took them days, even a week to plow the streets. New York City has over 6,000 miles of streets- that’s more than a drive to California.”
Spike eyes widened. “6,000 miles! How many miles is it to California? When I came East, I couldn’t really keep track.”
Liam’s stomach tightened. “About 3,000.”
Spike nodded as they parked in front of John’s store and went inside. John was ringing up a customer; there was no sign of Amy. After the woman left, John came over.
He smiled. “Out of chocolate, Spike?”
The young man blushed. “Yeah, but we need other stuff too.” He replied a bit defensively. “Where’s Amy?”
John’s lips tightened. “She’s upstairs resting. She fell, got a concussion and broke her arm.”
“Is she okay?” Liam asked, echoed by Spike.
“It’s broken in two places, but Doc says she’ll be okay. Had to take her over to St. Alban’s, fortunately before the gale.”
“How’d it happen?” Spike asked; worry wrinkled his pale brow.
John sighed. “She fell off the ladder. She was stretching to put some boxes away, lost her balance and crashed to the floor.”
“Can we do anything?” Liam asked. “Do you need help in the store?”
John looked at his friend. “Well…”
“John. Come on. Let me…let us help you. What do you need?” Liam demanded.
“I’ve got a huge order to unpack and shelve…you sure?”
“Wouldn’t’ve offered. Where are the boxes?” Spike said as he took off his coat.
For the next several hours, the three men worked together; they talked quietly as they filled the upper shelves. Liam was the tallest, so he straddled the ladder and reached. Spike handed him things and John unpacked.
“Well, guess I’m no longer needed.” A small voice said, startling the men.
They spun around to see Amy, her arm in a cast, one side of her face black and blue, standing in the door of the stairway to the apartment. She smiled at them and John hurried over to her.
“Amy, Doc said you needed to rest.” He admonished.
“Yeah. When Doc says rest, you better rest. Bloke’ll get testy.” Spike responded with a nod of his head and a sweet smile.
Amy smiled at the young man. “Heard voices. It was lonely upstairs.”
John led her to the rocking chair behind the counter. “Sit. Tea?”
“Yes, thanks.”
The four of them shared tea and talked for a while and then John insisted that she go back upstairs.
“Stay with her for awhile, John. We’ll finish.” Liam said.
The rest of the boxes were soon empty, flattened and carried out back. John came down.
Liam smiled. “Finished. When’s the next delivery?”
“Not till next week, but I’ll be fine.” John replied.
“Um…I…I could come in and work till Amy gets better. Liam’ll have to drive me though.” Spike said.
“You wouldn’t mind? Maybe just a few times.” John responded.
“Don’t…don’t want to do the customer thing. I’ll stock, okay?” Spike said quietly.
“That would be great, Spike. Thanks. Won’t need you until after New Year’s, though.”
“Okay. Call Liam. Tell me when to come in.”
Liam and Spike said good-bye and left the store. Liam’s heart was full - of pride and joy. Spike is…he feels...like he belongs. “Hey, want to go to the hotel for a quick dinner?”
“Yeah.” Spike said his eyes sparkling. He loved looking out at the huge lake and he liked the elegance of the old hotel. We okay going in like this?” Spike looked down at his extremely casual clothing.
“No problem. Only the tourists get dressed up here and I wouldn’t think there are many tourists now.”
They ate dinner, talked and admired the beauty of the snow-covered lawn that reached down onto the frozen edge of the huge dark lake.
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The next day was New Year’s Eve. Spike spent most of the day at the desk; he worked on his drawings with pencil and India ink. Liam managed to get the back door of the barn open and worked on a few spec pieces for the gallery in Burlington. Around four o’clock they took turns soaking in the huge tub and dressed in their new clothes for the party.
Liam sighed as he looked at Spike. The grey pants fit perfectly, so much softer than his usual black jeans. The deep azure shirt intensified the blue of his eyes and the black suede jacket…touchable. The harsh peroxide had grown out and his light brown hair curled in blonde tips around his head. Spike was always trying to gel the curls straight, but tonight he left it natural. He has no idea how gorgeous he is. That nurse was right - he could be a model…earn lots of money…in New York or LA. He forced his thoughts away and smiled.
Spike returned Liam’s smile and turned away quickly to hide the tightness in his groin. Ponce has no idea how gorgeous he is. That silk shirt on that silky skin…the cashmere pants…Wonder if he’s wearing underwear - those silk ones he has in his drawer. Bollocks…he’s gonna see the hard-on. But the thoughts wouldn’t depart. Wanna wrap my fingers in those dark curls. Wanna lick and kiss that throat…want him to…
“Ready, Spike?”
Liam’s question jolted Spike out of his reverie. He tried to will down his arousal and shifted himself in his pants before he turned around.
“Yeah…haven’t been to a party…well…don’t really remember the last time. Never been out for New Year’s Eve, either. Watched on TV. Think they’ll have…those streamers that come down from the ceiling?”
Once again, Liam’s heart lurched at the lack of experiences Spike had in his young life. I’ll make sure he has…if he stays…maybe we can go to Italy. Haven’t been there…since before David got sick. Florence, Venice, Rome, Michelangelo, da Vinci… He grinned at what Spike’s reaction would probably be. Poncey!
“What’re you grinnin’ at, Liam? Is my hair stickin’ up?” Spike asked as he mashed his hair down with his fingers.
“What? Oh no, Spike. You look…you look perfect. I was just thinking of something that made me smile. Let’s go.”
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The hotel was ablaze with lights as they drove into the parking lot. Liam had asked Spike if he wanted to stay in the hotel overnight, but the Spike said he’d rather be home. Home…home!
They entered the large banquet room. Everything was decorated in black and white. Stark white linens with black runners across the middle of every table; flickering white candles on silver trays in the center. Silver and gold confetti was strewn everywhere. Black, white and silver balloons and streamers hovered near the ceiling.
Spike was awed. He’d never seen such a room - except on TV. Knew I was in a sodding fairy tale. Where’s Cinderella? He looked over at Liam and grinned. Sorry Cindy. I got the Prince.
Liam returned his grin with a quizzical look on his face. Spike just waggled his eyebrows and grinned wider. Mrs. Jenkins walked over to them. Both men gave her a hug.
Liam gave her an extra squeeze. “Thank you for the book. It’s…it’s a treasure - first edition. You’re too generous.”
“You should have it. I know you prefer a simple style when you create your pieces. I’m glad you like it.” She patted his face and turned to Spike.
“Missed you, Mrs. Jenkins.” Spike said as his face flushed pink. “That book…thank you…it’s beautiful…never owned anything so beautiful. I’ll take good care of it.”
“You’re very welcome, Spike. I know you like William Blake and I am sure the book has a good home with you.” She smiled and touched his cheek. “I missed you, too. Christmas in Boston with my daughter and her family is lovely, but I don’t like to be away from the island for too long. I never miss this celebration. You’ll save me a dance?” She asked looking from Spike to Liam.
“Not…not really a…dancer. Don’t want to crush your feet.” Spike answered, and flushed a deeper pink.
“You’ll be fine.” The old woman assured him. “Liam?”
He smiled. “Haven’t danced in a while, but I used to. Hopefully I’ll remember.”
Spike stared at Liam; at the glow of his skin in the candlelight. Like to dance with him…press close…not here though. He turned away quickly - another adjustment.
“Hey Liam, Spike.” John called and the two men turned around.
“Amy…you look lovely.” Liam stammered. He had never seen Amy in a dress and this was quite a dress: long, black, and flowing, with a décolletage. Her reddish hair was out of its usual ponytail and hung softly on her shoulders. The doctor, resplendent in a tux, approached them pushing Ann in her wheelchair. Jess walked next to them. Ann was dressed in a billowy silver gown; Jess wore bright red. When she turned to sit at their table, Liam and Spike glanced at each other. The dress was open in a V to her waist.
They sat down at their reserved table. Only the sheriff was absent. He was on duty, but would join them before midnight. Spike looked around the table; his heart swelled. All of these people - Liam’s friends - his friends. They all liked him. They accepted him. They probably don’t all know…about LA. Just the sheriff, the doc and Mrs. Jenkins. Still, the ones who knew about his life before he came to North Hero accepted him anyway. There was no harsh criticism. No yelling. No beatings. He glanced over at Liam who was listening to something Ann was saying. Because of Liam. They trust Liam.
After they had been served the shrimp bisque soup, Spike leaned over to Mrs. Jenkins. “Nowhere near as good as yours,” he whispered and received a smile and kiss on the cheek. He looked at Liam, seated next to Mrs. Jenkins. Liam was…beaming. There was no other word for the joy on his face.
They finished dinner and the band ceased the soft background music and began to ramp it up. Jess leaned toward Spike. “Do you dance, Spike?”
“Um…um…not very well…but…” he stammered.
“Spike, I went to mixers with drunken frat boys who trod on my toes, you can't be any worse.” She grinned, pulled him up to dance, and led the hesitant man onto the dance floor. Spike didn’t embarrass himself; many other men were far worse dancers than he. When a slow dance began, he looked a little uncomfortable.
“Jess, definitely don’t know how to do this.”
“Trust me. I’ll lead you around.”
He did trust her, and he only stepped on her feet once. After that, Spike danced with almost every young woman in the place. When he sat down to rest, a girl would come up to the table and ask him to dance. Although he was tired, he never refused. He was flying! Birds asking me to dance. Birds wanting me! He glanced over at Liam a few times and received a smile and a nod. The other man danced with Jess and Mrs. Jenkins and Amy - despite her broken arm. A few other women asked him to dance as well, but not nearly as many as Spike.
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Liam watched Spike spin and dip on the dance floor. He laughed and flirted and had fun. Whenever he would slow dance, he sought Liam’s eye and winked. Liam had to concentrate on the conversation at the table and try to avoid looking at Spike. He is naturally sexy…every woman in this place wants to…be close to him. He’s loving the attention. Liam tamped down the jealousy that flickered dangerously in his mind. He sighed and tried to stop thinking about Spike…about dancing with Spike here in front of everyone; at home in front of the fire with the flames painting his pale face and hair golden. He’s eighteen. I’m almost twenty-nine. I won’t…I can’t do that to him. He has so much to experience. He thinks he’s gay because of his…life. Look at those girls; they’re salivating. Liam stood up suddenly and excused himself. He walked out onto the covered terrace into the cold, determined to stop his thoughts and emotions. But his heart refused to listen, and tears glittered in his eyes. You fool. Why would he want you? Stop it. You’ll…you can’t let him know how you feel. He’ll feel obligated. But then Liam remembered waking up with Spike's mouth on his dick. He’s a confused…kid. He thought that was the way to thank you. He’s not a kid. You were eighteen when you were with David. Spike has led a far more adult life that you had. Liam stood outside for a long time, while thoughts, desires, and fears spiraled in his brain. When he began to shiver from the frigid air, he went back inside.
“Where y’been mate?” Liam was startled to hear Spike’s voice close by. He spun to face the Spike.
“Um…um…got hot…champagne…went outside for some air.”
“Almost midnight. Come on.” Spike said as he grabbed Liam’s hand and pulled him toward the crowd. “Here he is.” The Spike said to the table.
“10, 9, 8…” The band leader began the count and everyone joined in. At the stroke of twelve, the balloons and streamers fluttered to the floor. Spike’s eyes were bright with excitement as he turned to Liam.
“Happy New Year, Liam.” Spike whispered as he hugged Liam. He looked up and tried to blink away the tears that hovered in his brilliant blue eyes. “Never had…thanks, Liam…this…this was more than I ever dreamed.” He rested his head against Liam’s chest.
Liam spoke quietly into Spike’s soft curls. “Happy New Year, Spike. I wish all good things for you in this coming year.” They stayed together for a few minutes, and separated only when Mrs. Jenkins came up to them.
She looked at both of them and touched their cheeks. “Happy New Year. I am so happy that you've come into each other's lives, and I'm fortunate that you’ve both come into mine.”
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Liam and Spike said good-night to everyone and went out to the truck. Liam was a little buzzed - both with champagne and happiness. Spike was a little more than buzzed - with champagne, excitement, satisfaction, and happiness.
The girls tonight. Liked you William. Thought your accent was soooo cute! He grinned to himself. Felt good to have someone touching me…touching me…nicely. Just wanted to dance…no demands. He shuddered, recalling scenes from his life on the streets in LA.
Liam saw the shudder out of the corner of his eye. “Cold, Spike? Heater’s up full blast. We’ll be home in a few minutes.”
“No…’m OK. Just a chill.” He answered as he stared out the window. If Liam ever knew…knew everything…he wouldn’t touch me. He sighed raggedly and wiped his eyes. Doc says no diseases. Thought for sure I had somethin’. Liam…only ever with one man? I couldn’t count the number…men, women. He shuddered again.
Liam drove as fast as he dared back to the cabin, worried that Spike’s chill would get worse and the pneumonia would return. It hangs over his head…my head…He’s well…he can’t get sick again.
They arrived at the cabin and both men got out of the truck and went inside. Mac sped out when they opened the door, but was back quickly.
“Hot cocoa, Spike? Tea?” Liam asked.
“Yeah, that honey tea. I’m gonna take off these fancy clothes.” He answered as he walked into the bedroom.
Liam stoked the fire to get it warmer. The cabin had heat, but the gale obviously ripped some of the logs loose. He’d have to ask John who did that kind of work. He handed Spike a mug when he returned to the main room. He had dressed in his sweats and heavy socks, Liam’s robe hanging off his thin frame.
“I’ll change, too.”
Spike was sprawled on the sofa with his eyes closed. Liam covered him with a blanket.
“Not sleepin. Just restin.’ Not used to partying.” Spike spoke without opening his eyes.
Liam smiled. “Yeah, you did party. You were the girls’ favorite partner.”
Spike opened one eye and smirked. “Jealous?”
“What? No…no…just teasing you,” Liam responded, obviously flustered. He got up and hurried into the kitchen, ostensibly to get more tea; in reality to hide his stiffening cock. He stood as he sipped the tea; he willed down his arousal, and turned around when he heard music. Spike was fiddling with the radio, trying to find a station. He stopped, and sounds of I’ll Make Love to You by Boys II Men filled the room.
Close your eyes, make a wish
And blow out the candlelight
For tonight is just your night
We’re gonna celebrate, all through the night
Spike walked toward Liam, his eyes twinkled, his face aglow with a seductively sweet smile. “Wanted to dance with you tonight, Liam. Dance with me?”
Liam stood rigid for a long moment. Worry, fear, longing, tumbled through his body. He didn’t want to hurt Spike’s feelings…just a dance…just a dance.
I’ll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I’ll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
Liam began to walk toward Spike and Spike approached him. Their bodies came together and the world went away.
I’ll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
Till you tell me to.
The two men danced. Spike rested his head on Liam’s broad chest and Liam rested his chin on the shorter man’s soft curls. Spike lifted his head and stared for a moment into Liam’s deep, dark eyes. He wrapped his arms around the taller man’s neck and drew Liam’s face down to his. He licked his tongue across Liam’s full lips and then kissed him deeply. Liam moaned. Spike could feel him stiffen and he pressed his body even closer, letting Liam feel his arousal.
Girl relax, let’s go slow
I ain’t got no where to go
I’m just gonna concentrate on you
Girl are you ready…it’s gonna be a long night.
Throw your clothes on the floor
I’m gonna take my clothes off too
I made plans to be with you
Girl whatever you ask me, you know, I will do
Spike forced his tongue into Liam’s mouth and deepened the kiss. He felt Liam’s body stiffen; he pulled away. “Spike…”
Spike held on and stared into his eyes. He placed his thin hands on either side of Liam’s head; it forced Liam to look down at him. He spoke in a rush. “No…I want you, Liam. I…I’ve never wanted anybody. Want you to hold me. Want to fall asleep in your arms. Liam…I…what I feel for you…I’ve never felt before. You…you’re like the…men in movies…who…who love the girl no matter what.” He paused and shook his head, a slight smirk twitching the sides of his mouth. “Never thought it could be real…never thought I’d ever…it’s how I imagined…love…in my fantasies.”
He pressed his fingers to Liam’s lips as Liam opened his mouth to speak. “I need you, only you. I know you think you’re too old for me. But…you’re an innocent compared to me…I’ve…I’ve been with too many men.” He took his hands away and lowered his head. “Too many men…I’m sorry…I wish…” He raised his eyes and Liam saw the tears that glittered in those beautiful blue eyes. “No one…no one ever made me feel like you do…safe, wanted. I want to feel all of you."
Chapter 9