[Locked: Angel/Spike only] Get your porn over here
Oh yeah. I’ve still got it. 12 and a half seconds time? Hmmm. I actually counted as I closed the laptop and stood up to put on Angel’s dark blue silk robe before walking into the bathroom. It was hot and steamy by then and just as I was turning off the taps I sensed him in the doorway. 1 minute and 4 seconds. I bit back a smile before turning around. Really slow, that lift. Must have driven him crazy.
I gave him a surprised look, well the best one I could manage, as I trailed my fingers in the water, testing the temperature. By the dark look in his eyes (not to mention the twitch in his trousers) the blue robe against my pale skin was having just the effect I hoped for.
“'Hey. What are you doing back here? I was just about to get a bath.”
I could almost hear his brain making connections in his head. Spike-skin-bath-naked-more skin-wet skin-soapy skin… His cock jumped again and I had a hard time not laughing. Don’t worry, pet. We’re getting there.
As casually as I could I let the robe slip of my shoulders and pool on the floor. In the old days - hell just a few days ago - that would have earned me at least a swat to the head but his mind was obviously otherwise occupied because he just stared at me and I swear he was practically drooling. He said something that could have been my name but sounded more like a growl really and accompanied by his squirming and self-groping it would have made me hard as a rock if I wasn’t already. Woke up with an impressive hard-on actually and had been an exceptionally good boy keeping it that way.
I nonchalantly told him he could get back to his very important work before turning around, just barely keeping from wriggling my arse in his face and slowly lowered myself into the warm water.
Oh fuck! Hot, hot, hot!! Stung like hell in my arse, which wasn’t feeling so wriggly anymore. Bit it back though, didn’t want him to start the whole guilt and woe-is-me again. Not the first time I’ve endured some pain back there. It would pass. It always does.
I could slowly feel my muscles starting to relax and as I casually dismissed him again I reached lazily for the soap. Mmmm, some nice spicy smell, almost enough to drown out the heavy aroma of arousal coming off Angel. Oh yeah, he was so lost. Letting my soapy hands run over my chest and then down into the water I couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath as I reached my cock. If he wouldn’t do something soon I swore I would just take care of it myself, four bloody hours of saving it be damned.
“Spike!”
Finally!
Ready with some innocent words I opened my eyes and looked at him but before I could even form them he ordered me out of the bath and into the bed, with all the tact and sweetness of Angelus. Ah well, shag now, romance later.
Water dripping from my hair I was soon laying on his bed, skin still warm from the bath and bloody hell, he was putting on the most erotic and damn frustrating strip show I’ve ever seen. Every revealed strip of skin made me want to whimper and growl. For all the impatience he showed earlier this was obviously supposed to be the payback for my little teasing in there. Well, I wouldn’t fall for it. I could be patient. I could…
“Fuck, Angel! You've made your bloody point, just get over here will you?”
Patience? Apparently not my strongest point.
As he came closer and crawled up on the bed he was pure Angelus, moving like a graceful cat ready to pounce on its prey. And that’s suddenly what I felt like, his prey. If my heart had been able to beat it would have been pumping madly by now, getting my body ready for the flight. But just as I was about to look for a way out he was on top of me, pinning my arms above my head and pressing his lips against mine. Felt like every inch of my naked skin was touching his and… fuck, all thoughts of escape left my brain in an instant.
The way he was practically devouring me, licking the wet drops of my skin, nibbling my neck, my chest, my nipples… I couldn’t think any more. I was bucking underneath him, whimpering, wanting him closer, heavier, smothering me with his being. My cock was desperate for his touch; my arse was burning for him to fill me. I wanted to beg ‘Please, please, please… God, please. Take me. Fuck me. Love me.’
His hands releasing me brought me back to reality and when he reached for the lube I almost started trembling. Trying to hide my nervousness I took the tube from him and started coating his cock. So thick and heavy in my hand. Beautiful. He moaned and pulled me forward for a kiss before pulling back and mumbling his need against my lips.
Want. Want, need, God yes! That’s when he started pushing me onto my stomach and for a second I froze.
‘Don’t look at me, you shit! Never look at me! You hear me? Fucking whore.’ Face pushed down into the dirt, pillow, grass. Covering my mouth with his hand, fingers pulling at my hair, then pain, pain, pain.
Swallowing my breath I took his hand. “No, like this?” Please? “I need to see you.” See your eyes, see it’s you and not…
As he slowly pressed into my body I dug my fingers into the mattress, trying to relax as well as I could. It burned like hell but that’s what we like, right? A little pain with our pleasure… a little painpainpain … and then God, the pleasure! Breathe, breathe, breathe…
I realised suddenly that my eyes were shut tight and concentrating on the smell of Angel and his breath on my face I opened them only to find him gazing at me. Such beautiful eyes he has. Like brown velvet and for a second they hinted of worry. But then I saw the familiar guilt creep in and the self-doubt and ‘Damn, don’t go there’ I thought, ‘because then I’ll start doubting too and fuck, not now, luv.’
He buried his face in my neck, the air from his shallow breathing giving me goosebumps. I could feel him tensing up, his cock throbbing inside me, my own crushed between us. No, I won’t let you turn this into one of your guilt trips. Enough of that.
“It's okay, Pet. It's okay to want this.” I wrapped my arms around him, pressing our bodies as close together as was possible, trying to let him give in to the pleasure and forget everything else. He needed this. “I think we've waited long enough, don't you?” And I needed this probably even more.
Slowly he raised his head and then he started moving, gently, all the while staring at me. In - out, in - out, making me insane with need and lust and damn, he was brooding again! That’s just insulting, mate! I swear I could see the black cloud moving over him and his brows drooping and fuck no! Kick or kiss? Or…?
Ok, so the tongue was a little childish but come on! No one broods while shagging me! Anyway, it made him laugh and then finally he was thrusting deeper, gripping my hair and fuck yeah! I was growling and whimpering and begging like a little boy and damn it was just so good. His thrusting kept getting faster and harder and my cock was being slammed against my belly, angry and swollen with neglect. Sneaking a hand between us I gripped it hard and started fisting it, imagining my hand to be Angel’s… hand, gripping me tight, bringing me closer and closer until I was coming hard, biting back my groan and staring into Angel’s eyes as he suddenly went rigid and with a cry filled me with his release.
Sweating, breathing, kissing, touching. Being. Trying to find the words and failing miserably.
As he rolled off me, his spent cock sliding out of my body, I couldn’t help wincing slightly. Healing slower these days it seems. And there it was again, that look of guilt and worry on his face.
“Did I…? I mean, are you…?”
“I'm fine, Angel. Quit worrying about me!” I can take care of myself. Don’t want your pity. Don’t want to march in your guilt parade. But seeing the hurt look on his face I added in a lighter tone, “Although I could do with that bath again right now.” Made me feel embarrassed really how much I wanted that hot bath. And once again I wondered if the cold water in my own dirty shower was part of Lindsey’s plan to keep me as his dog.
Shitty shower, shitty apartment, shitty cold, lumpy empty bed. Really didn’t want to go back there, counting the bugs on the wall, just waiting for him to call.
“I should get going anyway.” I said as sat up. “Check my apartment's still in one piece instead of lying around your place like I live here!”
I stood up, biting back a groan and slowly walked toward the bathroom.
“You could, y'know,”
I turned around, shocked, only to find Angel staring at me like he just now realised what he said. He added almost in a haze, “Live here, if you wanted…” and then bit his lip. Was he serious? Was he looking like that because he was worried I might say no? Or that I might say yes?
'Lemme get this straight. You're asking *me*, to come and live with *you*? Here?” In your apartment? Where it’s warm and nice and doesn’t smell like someone died here? Where there’s hot water and blood in the fridge, where there are soft sheets and you?
He started babbling something and in sudden fright that he might take his offer back I shut him up with my lips, drowning my feelings of shame and wounded pride with the wonderful prospect of sleeping in his arms every night.
I accepted it as gracefully as I could, knowing I would probably have come crawling even if he’d only offered me his couch to sleep on.
That wasn’t what he meant, was it? Oh bugger *bites lip*
I gave him a surprised look, well the best one I could manage, as I trailed my fingers in the water, testing the temperature. By the dark look in his eyes (not to mention the twitch in his trousers) the blue robe against my pale skin was having just the effect I hoped for.
“'Hey. What are you doing back here? I was just about to get a bath.”
I could almost hear his brain making connections in his head. Spike-skin-bath-naked-more skin-wet skin-soapy skin… His cock jumped again and I had a hard time not laughing. Don’t worry, pet. We’re getting there.
As casually as I could I let the robe slip of my shoulders and pool on the floor. In the old days - hell just a few days ago - that would have earned me at least a swat to the head but his mind was obviously otherwise occupied because he just stared at me and I swear he was practically drooling. He said something that could have been my name but sounded more like a growl really and accompanied by his squirming and self-groping it would have made me hard as a rock if I wasn’t already. Woke up with an impressive hard-on actually and had been an exceptionally good boy keeping it that way.
I nonchalantly told him he could get back to his very important work before turning around, just barely keeping from wriggling my arse in his face and slowly lowered myself into the warm water.
Oh fuck! Hot, hot, hot!! Stung like hell in my arse, which wasn’t feeling so wriggly anymore. Bit it back though, didn’t want him to start the whole guilt and woe-is-me again. Not the first time I’ve endured some pain back there. It would pass. It always does.
I could slowly feel my muscles starting to relax and as I casually dismissed him again I reached lazily for the soap. Mmmm, some nice spicy smell, almost enough to drown out the heavy aroma of arousal coming off Angel. Oh yeah, he was so lost. Letting my soapy hands run over my chest and then down into the water I couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath as I reached my cock. If he wouldn’t do something soon I swore I would just take care of it myself, four bloody hours of saving it be damned.
“Spike!”
Finally!
Ready with some innocent words I opened my eyes and looked at him but before I could even form them he ordered me out of the bath and into the bed, with all the tact and sweetness of Angelus. Ah well, shag now, romance later.
Water dripping from my hair I was soon laying on his bed, skin still warm from the bath and bloody hell, he was putting on the most erotic and damn frustrating strip show I’ve ever seen. Every revealed strip of skin made me want to whimper and growl. For all the impatience he showed earlier this was obviously supposed to be the payback for my little teasing in there. Well, I wouldn’t fall for it. I could be patient. I could…
“Fuck, Angel! You've made your bloody point, just get over here will you?”
Patience? Apparently not my strongest point.
As he came closer and crawled up on the bed he was pure Angelus, moving like a graceful cat ready to pounce on its prey. And that’s suddenly what I felt like, his prey. If my heart had been able to beat it would have been pumping madly by now, getting my body ready for the flight. But just as I was about to look for a way out he was on top of me, pinning my arms above my head and pressing his lips against mine. Felt like every inch of my naked skin was touching his and… fuck, all thoughts of escape left my brain in an instant.
The way he was practically devouring me, licking the wet drops of my skin, nibbling my neck, my chest, my nipples… I couldn’t think any more. I was bucking underneath him, whimpering, wanting him closer, heavier, smothering me with his being. My cock was desperate for his touch; my arse was burning for him to fill me. I wanted to beg ‘Please, please, please… God, please. Take me. Fuck me. Love me.’
His hands releasing me brought me back to reality and when he reached for the lube I almost started trembling. Trying to hide my nervousness I took the tube from him and started coating his cock. So thick and heavy in my hand. Beautiful. He moaned and pulled me forward for a kiss before pulling back and mumbling his need against my lips.
Want. Want, need, God yes! That’s when he started pushing me onto my stomach and for a second I froze.
‘Don’t look at me, you shit! Never look at me! You hear me? Fucking whore.’ Face pushed down into the dirt, pillow, grass. Covering my mouth with his hand, fingers pulling at my hair, then pain, pain, pain.
Swallowing my breath I took his hand. “No, like this?” Please? “I need to see you.” See your eyes, see it’s you and not…
As he slowly pressed into my body I dug my fingers into the mattress, trying to relax as well as I could. It burned like hell but that’s what we like, right? A little pain with our pleasure… a little painpainpain … and then God, the pleasure! Breathe, breathe, breathe…
I realised suddenly that my eyes were shut tight and concentrating on the smell of Angel and his breath on my face I opened them only to find him gazing at me. Such beautiful eyes he has. Like brown velvet and for a second they hinted of worry. But then I saw the familiar guilt creep in and the self-doubt and ‘Damn, don’t go there’ I thought, ‘because then I’ll start doubting too and fuck, not now, luv.’
He buried his face in my neck, the air from his shallow breathing giving me goosebumps. I could feel him tensing up, his cock throbbing inside me, my own crushed between us. No, I won’t let you turn this into one of your guilt trips. Enough of that.
“It's okay, Pet. It's okay to want this.” I wrapped my arms around him, pressing our bodies as close together as was possible, trying to let him give in to the pleasure and forget everything else. He needed this. “I think we've waited long enough, don't you?” And I needed this probably even more.
Slowly he raised his head and then he started moving, gently, all the while staring at me. In - out, in - out, making me insane with need and lust and damn, he was brooding again! That’s just insulting, mate! I swear I could see the black cloud moving over him and his brows drooping and fuck no! Kick or kiss? Or…?
Ok, so the tongue was a little childish but come on! No one broods while shagging me! Anyway, it made him laugh and then finally he was thrusting deeper, gripping my hair and fuck yeah! I was growling and whimpering and begging like a little boy and damn it was just so good. His thrusting kept getting faster and harder and my cock was being slammed against my belly, angry and swollen with neglect. Sneaking a hand between us I gripped it hard and started fisting it, imagining my hand to be Angel’s… hand, gripping me tight, bringing me closer and closer until I was coming hard, biting back my groan and staring into Angel’s eyes as he suddenly went rigid and with a cry filled me with his release.
Sweating, breathing, kissing, touching. Being. Trying to find the words and failing miserably.
As he rolled off me, his spent cock sliding out of my body, I couldn’t help wincing slightly. Healing slower these days it seems. And there it was again, that look of guilt and worry on his face.
“Did I…? I mean, are you…?”
“I'm fine, Angel. Quit worrying about me!” I can take care of myself. Don’t want your pity. Don’t want to march in your guilt parade. But seeing the hurt look on his face I added in a lighter tone, “Although I could do with that bath again right now.” Made me feel embarrassed really how much I wanted that hot bath. And once again I wondered if the cold water in my own dirty shower was part of Lindsey’s plan to keep me as his dog.
Shitty shower, shitty apartment, shitty cold, lumpy empty bed. Really didn’t want to go back there, counting the bugs on the wall, just waiting for him to call.
“I should get going anyway.” I said as sat up. “Check my apartment's still in one piece instead of lying around your place like I live here!”
I stood up, biting back a groan and slowly walked toward the bathroom.
“You could, y'know,”
I turned around, shocked, only to find Angel staring at me like he just now realised what he said. He added almost in a haze, “Live here, if you wanted…” and then bit his lip. Was he serious? Was he looking like that because he was worried I might say no? Or that I might say yes?
'Lemme get this straight. You're asking *me*, to come and live with *you*? Here?” In your apartment? Where it’s warm and nice and doesn’t smell like someone died here? Where there’s hot water and blood in the fridge, where there are soft sheets and you?
He started babbling something and in sudden fright that he might take his offer back I shut him up with my lips, drowning my feelings of shame and wounded pride with the wonderful prospect of sleeping in his arms every night.
I accepted it as gracefully as I could, knowing I would probably have come crawling even if he’d only offered me his couch to sleep on.
That wasn’t what he meant, was it? Oh bugger *bites lip*