BtVS Fic: It’s Not (Spike/Xander, 3/5, NC-17)
This is the last chapter for today (and there may more sex in this chapter!*g*). Look for the final two chapters on my second posting day, Thursday November 23rd. Thanks to everyone who’s been reading and commenting today, it's very encouraging.
Title: It’s Not
Author: cordelianne
Chapter: 3/5
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,232
Feedback: Yes please. Concrit is very welcome by email.
Disclaimer: Sadly not mine, Joss own them.
Summary: Xander fumbles with zippers and buttons and sleeves and socks. Decides that boxers and a t-shirt are a good plan for bed. At least he has a plan, even if it’s just a clothing plan.
A/N: Thanks to spikedluv and truly_tazi for being such fabulous mods and for the opportunity to participate in fall_for_sx.
Thanks to the completely awesome and wonderful savoytruffle and spookymonkey for their invaluable pre-reading, betaing and support. Any mistakes are mine.
All chapters are here.
Previously…
Xander stares after him, now convinced that he and Spike speak completely different languages - like Klingon and Greek. He meant sleep - innocent, very very innocent, sleep - but does Spike think he meant sex? He gulps the rest of his beer and wracks his brain for a plan.
“Bathroom!” he says as he rushes past the bedroom. He hopes Spike doesn’t interpret that as bathroom sex.
The peeing calms him a bit, but not much. He drops the soap in the sink and gives a short nervous laugh. Oh yeah, he’s not cool at all. No one will be asking him for seduction tips anytime soon.
Okay, he can’t hide in here forever. Time to face the music. Music that is really naked Spike. If he continues to be this suave things should go well.
It’s Not
by Cordelianne
CHAPTER THREE
Spike’s already in bed, covers pulled up.
Xander fumbles with zippers and buttons and sleeves and socks. Decides that boxers and a t-shirt are a good plan for bed. At least he has a plan, even if it’s just a clothing plan.
He slides into bed and glances at Spike out of the corner of his eye. It’s good that Spike’s not on his blind side. Spike’s watching him so he darts his eye to the ceiling and fixes his attention on the weird shadow cast by the streetlight.
He’s so far outside of familiar territory, it’s a whole new world.
Xander quickly suppresses the Disney song that phrasing evokes. At least Spike in bed with him, beside him, is plenty distracting. If only he knew what to do about it.
He can feel Spike’s weight on the mattress. It’s nice to have someone here, even if it’s not who he wishes it would be.
Right, that’s what he’s doing, the whole moving on train thing which, he admits to himself, is a lame analogy. But bad analogy or not, he’s not applying the brakes just yet. It’s full speed ahead.
Xander rolls over to face Spike.
“Listen, Harris. We don’t have to -”
“Shh.” Xander kisses Spike because it’s weird to hear him being all sensitive. And, okay, since this is the second time Xander has kissed Spike, maybe, just maybe he likes kissing Spike. His erection suggests it’s definitely like, but he doesn’t trust its judgment. It can be easily persuaded.
Once again, the kissing starts off gentle, as if both of them are afraid the other one might push him away at any moment. That’s how Xander feels anyway.
Instead of away, Spike pushes closer and deepens the kiss. That’s all Xander needs to reach over and slowly run a hand down Spike’s back. Touching him, caressing him.
And his imaginings about Spike’s skin?
Nothing like the real thing.
Xander presses his chest against Spike’s. Oh god, Spike’s naked. This is like jumping into the deep end off the high diving board when he should be wading in the shallow end and learning how to breathe underwater. He pulls back, but not far, and Spike pushes Xander’s shirt up.
Spike’s touch is light, yet firm.
Xander shivers and lifts his arms without thinking.
Pressing against Spike with their clothes on was good, but this? This is his thing.
Spike pushes Xander onto his back and starts kissing down his neck, his hand stroking Xander’s chest. He gasps and grabs Spike’s hair when Spike bites his nipple. Spike’s fingers push at Xander’s boxers. He lifts his hips and lets Spike push them off.
He takes a breath.
Okay, so now he’s naked with Spike and that’s really freaksome territory, and - holy crap, Spike’s mouth is around his dick. Wow, Spike is good at this. And Xander’s way too excited.
He starts breathing through his nose the way Dawn says they do in her yoga class. He squelches the Dawn thoughts because he really doesn’t want to be thinking about her right now.
Very very wrong.
But what Spike’s doing with his mouth and tongue?
Very very right.
It has Xander grabbing at Spike’s hair and at the pillows.
Far too soon for Xander’s liking - because he wants it to go on and on - he comes. He blames too long living an accidentally monk-like existence. And he blames Spike for making it too good.
Spike languidly slides up Xander’s body and kisses him deep, tongue really getting to know his mouth. Xander tastes himself on Spike and it’s another of those It’s been too long things. He pulls Spike closer and feels Spike’s hard cock against his thigh. Oh god, he should do something about that.
His mind’s a blank slate.
And once again Xander Harris’s brain isn’t there for him.
Oh well, he was never so good with the planning and thinking anyway. He brushes his hand down Spike’s side and touches the tip of Spike’s dick. Spike shudders and grinds against him.
“Have any lube?” Spike asks in his ear.
“Lube?” Xander’s mind, inappropriate as always, visualizes an oil change at the local Lube Stop before realizing what Spike means. “In the bedside table, top drawer. Cliché, I know. But it’s a cliché for a reason.”
Spike sits up and leans over to the table. That’s when Xander’s mind catches up to why Spike’s asking. “Wait. Um. See, the thing is, this is virgin territory for me.” He starts laughing.
“Having a comedy show for one there, Harris?” But Spike’s lips quirk.
“That was more true than I intended it. And if you’re going to fuck me, you should call me Xander.” His mouth definitely has a mind of its own. At least this mind knows what it wants.
“Yes, Xander.” Spike gives a small salute. Then his face becomes intent, and he kisses Xander hard, reaches down and squeezes Xander’s ass.
When he feels a finger ease into him, Xander surprises himself by feeling calm. He opens his eye and watches Spike’s movements. Okay, he’s calm and very turned on. He’d expected this to be scarier, or maybe more dramatic.
Instead all he can think is good and more.
Good and more circle through his head as he gasps around Spike’s increasing number of fingers. Sparks of light dance in front of his eyes - yes both, because the missing eye can see the sparks too.
Then everything stops.
“Fuck,” Xander says, eye flying open.
“We’re on the same page then.” Spike teases his cock along Xander’s perineum. “Ready?”
Ready? Xander rounds up his remaining brain cells. He has a vague memory of being asked this type of thing before. How does he know if he’s ready? Ready is what they say before a race. But Xander hasn’t trained, he doesn’t know what the race is or how to run it. He feels like he’s stumbled onto a track by accident. Ready? No, he’s not ready. He’s so far from ready he needs binoculars to see ready. This isn’t what he does. This is very very new. Does he really want new?
His body decides for him.
As it arches into Spike, he finds himself nodding and pulling his legs up and apart.
When Spike enters him - slowly but with an inexorable force - he crazily thinks Ready, set, go!
And go Spike does.
Once he’s fully inside - and Xander’s over the initial pain and desire to say stop - Spike is no longer gentle. Now he’s wilder, rougher.
There’s no more fear. Just want.
God, does he want him now. Even with Spike thrusting, Xander can’t get enough of him. His hands grasp at Spike’s back and he frantically, greedily kisses Spike’s mouth, neck, wherever he can reach.
He’s back to good and more.
And yes and god and fuck.
And even a few of Oh god, Spike.
He thinks that Spike is saying his name too, but he can’t concentrate enough to be sure.
He’s on this pleasure high that doesn’t end.
Xander’s just feeling.
It’s fucking incredible.
Spike’s hand wraps around Xander’s dick and the sensation’s too much. He comes. Far off in the distance he feels Spike thrusting a few more times and then coming with him.
As Xander fades into sleep he realizes he hasn’t set the alarm. Again.
And he just can’t make himself care.
Continues here.
Title: It’s Not
Author: cordelianne
Chapter: 3/5
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,232
Feedback: Yes please. Concrit is very welcome by email.
Disclaimer: Sadly not mine, Joss own them.
Summary: Xander fumbles with zippers and buttons and sleeves and socks. Decides that boxers and a t-shirt are a good plan for bed. At least he has a plan, even if it’s just a clothing plan.
A/N: Thanks to spikedluv and truly_tazi for being such fabulous mods and for the opportunity to participate in fall_for_sx.
Thanks to the completely awesome and wonderful savoytruffle and spookymonkey for their invaluable pre-reading, betaing and support. Any mistakes are mine.
All chapters are here.
Previously…
Xander stares after him, now convinced that he and Spike speak completely different languages - like Klingon and Greek. He meant sleep - innocent, very very innocent, sleep - but does Spike think he meant sex? He gulps the rest of his beer and wracks his brain for a plan.
“Bathroom!” he says as he rushes past the bedroom. He hopes Spike doesn’t interpret that as bathroom sex.
The peeing calms him a bit, but not much. He drops the soap in the sink and gives a short nervous laugh. Oh yeah, he’s not cool at all. No one will be asking him for seduction tips anytime soon.
Okay, he can’t hide in here forever. Time to face the music. Music that is really naked Spike. If he continues to be this suave things should go well.
It’s Not
by Cordelianne
CHAPTER THREE
Spike’s already in bed, covers pulled up.
Xander fumbles with zippers and buttons and sleeves and socks. Decides that boxers and a t-shirt are a good plan for bed. At least he has a plan, even if it’s just a clothing plan.
He slides into bed and glances at Spike out of the corner of his eye. It’s good that Spike’s not on his blind side. Spike’s watching him so he darts his eye to the ceiling and fixes his attention on the weird shadow cast by the streetlight.
He’s so far outside of familiar territory, it’s a whole new world.
Xander quickly suppresses the Disney song that phrasing evokes. At least Spike in bed with him, beside him, is plenty distracting. If only he knew what to do about it.
He can feel Spike’s weight on the mattress. It’s nice to have someone here, even if it’s not who he wishes it would be.
Right, that’s what he’s doing, the whole moving on train thing which, he admits to himself, is a lame analogy. But bad analogy or not, he’s not applying the brakes just yet. It’s full speed ahead.
Xander rolls over to face Spike.
“Listen, Harris. We don’t have to -”
“Shh.” Xander kisses Spike because it’s weird to hear him being all sensitive. And, okay, since this is the second time Xander has kissed Spike, maybe, just maybe he likes kissing Spike. His erection suggests it’s definitely like, but he doesn’t trust its judgment. It can be easily persuaded.
Once again, the kissing starts off gentle, as if both of them are afraid the other one might push him away at any moment. That’s how Xander feels anyway.
Instead of away, Spike pushes closer and deepens the kiss. That’s all Xander needs to reach over and slowly run a hand down Spike’s back. Touching him, caressing him.
And his imaginings about Spike’s skin?
Nothing like the real thing.
Xander presses his chest against Spike’s. Oh god, Spike’s naked. This is like jumping into the deep end off the high diving board when he should be wading in the shallow end and learning how to breathe underwater. He pulls back, but not far, and Spike pushes Xander’s shirt up.
Spike’s touch is light, yet firm.
Xander shivers and lifts his arms without thinking.
Pressing against Spike with their clothes on was good, but this? This is his thing.
Spike pushes Xander onto his back and starts kissing down his neck, his hand stroking Xander’s chest. He gasps and grabs Spike’s hair when Spike bites his nipple. Spike’s fingers push at Xander’s boxers. He lifts his hips and lets Spike push them off.
He takes a breath.
Okay, so now he’s naked with Spike and that’s really freaksome territory, and - holy crap, Spike’s mouth is around his dick. Wow, Spike is good at this. And Xander’s way too excited.
He starts breathing through his nose the way Dawn says they do in her yoga class. He squelches the Dawn thoughts because he really doesn’t want to be thinking about her right now.
Very very wrong.
But what Spike’s doing with his mouth and tongue?
Very very right.
It has Xander grabbing at Spike’s hair and at the pillows.
Far too soon for Xander’s liking - because he wants it to go on and on - he comes. He blames too long living an accidentally monk-like existence. And he blames Spike for making it too good.
Spike languidly slides up Xander’s body and kisses him deep, tongue really getting to know his mouth. Xander tastes himself on Spike and it’s another of those It’s been too long things. He pulls Spike closer and feels Spike’s hard cock against his thigh. Oh god, he should do something about that.
His mind’s a blank slate.
And once again Xander Harris’s brain isn’t there for him.
Oh well, he was never so good with the planning and thinking anyway. He brushes his hand down Spike’s side and touches the tip of Spike’s dick. Spike shudders and grinds against him.
“Have any lube?” Spike asks in his ear.
“Lube?” Xander’s mind, inappropriate as always, visualizes an oil change at the local Lube Stop before realizing what Spike means. “In the bedside table, top drawer. Cliché, I know. But it’s a cliché for a reason.”
Spike sits up and leans over to the table. That’s when Xander’s mind catches up to why Spike’s asking. “Wait. Um. See, the thing is, this is virgin territory for me.” He starts laughing.
“Having a comedy show for one there, Harris?” But Spike’s lips quirk.
“That was more true than I intended it. And if you’re going to fuck me, you should call me Xander.” His mouth definitely has a mind of its own. At least this mind knows what it wants.
“Yes, Xander.” Spike gives a small salute. Then his face becomes intent, and he kisses Xander hard, reaches down and squeezes Xander’s ass.
When he feels a finger ease into him, Xander surprises himself by feeling calm. He opens his eye and watches Spike’s movements. Okay, he’s calm and very turned on. He’d expected this to be scarier, or maybe more dramatic.
Instead all he can think is good and more.
Good and more circle through his head as he gasps around Spike’s increasing number of fingers. Sparks of light dance in front of his eyes - yes both, because the missing eye can see the sparks too.
Then everything stops.
“Fuck,” Xander says, eye flying open.
“We’re on the same page then.” Spike teases his cock along Xander’s perineum. “Ready?”
Ready? Xander rounds up his remaining brain cells. He has a vague memory of being asked this type of thing before. How does he know if he’s ready? Ready is what they say before a race. But Xander hasn’t trained, he doesn’t know what the race is or how to run it. He feels like he’s stumbled onto a track by accident. Ready? No, he’s not ready. He’s so far from ready he needs binoculars to see ready. This isn’t what he does. This is very very new. Does he really want new?
His body decides for him.
As it arches into Spike, he finds himself nodding and pulling his legs up and apart.
When Spike enters him - slowly but with an inexorable force - he crazily thinks Ready, set, go!
And go Spike does.
Once he’s fully inside - and Xander’s over the initial pain and desire to say stop - Spike is no longer gentle. Now he’s wilder, rougher.
There’s no more fear. Just want.
God, does he want him now. Even with Spike thrusting, Xander can’t get enough of him. His hands grasp at Spike’s back and he frantically, greedily kisses Spike’s mouth, neck, wherever he can reach.
He’s back to good and more.
And yes and god and fuck.
And even a few of Oh god, Spike.
He thinks that Spike is saying his name too, but he can’t concentrate enough to be sure.
He’s on this pleasure high that doesn’t end.
Xander’s just feeling.
It’s fucking incredible.
Spike’s hand wraps around Xander’s dick and the sensation’s too much. He comes. Far off in the distance he feels Spike thrusting a few more times and then coming with him.
As Xander fades into sleep he realizes he hasn’t set the alarm. Again.
And he just can’t make himself care.
Continues here.