3 Inches - Part 16 of 21
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Part 16
“Good to see you back to your old self again.” Tara says, a half-mocking twinkle to her eyes which Spike hasn’t seen before. “How about we order some Pizza and watch some TV?” She asks Spike and he agrees without hesitation. Xander can’t believe he’s such an idiot, standing there on the threshold, unmoving, staring at Spike dumbly. He feels heat creep into his cheeks - great - embarrassment is his most hated emotion. It feels so… embarrassing! He’d roll his eyes at himself if he wasn’t still transfixed by the sight of the ex-mini-vampire all big and bad again. Whoa, he can’t remember Spike ever looking so manly, strong, proud, predatory, sexy… Sexy somehow does fit, even though he doesn’t think that is an attribute *he* should use to describe the undead. Whatever, Tara and Spike are talking movies and he’s gonna help them decide now.
“No video-store around here and isn’t that great. Let’s stick to the Xander collection: Star Trek it is.” He interrupts the discussion and isn’t Tara thankful. Spike wanting to watch “Legends of the Fall” is just too scary. Spike shrugs, but internally pouts. There goes his chance to have Xander melting in his arms from a romantic movie. Sceptically, he looks at Xander - maybe that wasn’t such a good plan. He can’t imagine Xander melting from a romantic movie, Xander would rather fall asleep in his arms and drool on his shirt. Still, that’d mean Xander in his arms... no, Spike, bloody stupid plan.
They discuss, decide and then order Pizza and some spicy chicken wings, too. Spike stretches out on the bed and watches TV, well, he zaps through the channels quickly without really seeing anything. His mind is on his time as 3-Inches-Vampire again - and he does not mean that one time when he’d tried ice-bathing in Canada - how terribly strenuous and frustrating a simple thing like zapping was. Gives you some perspective, this experience, but still, one he could have lived without.
Spike is bored and he doesn’t know how to proceed. He can’t court Xander like some chick - and he can’t just clap him on the shoulder, smile and then fuck him in the alley. Spike sighs audibly and puts his hand through his hair. Oh bloody hell!
Xander watches, amused, out of the corner of his eye, how Spike discovers the chaotic mess of hair on his head. As a little vampire Spike just looked cute all... spiked up, really, but back to his normal size and in his old clothes, in his bed with his hair all messed up he looks... sexy. And there it is again, the little word a man shouldn’t think about another man, at least, not about men without their own TVShows. Though Spike is sexy enough for a few TVShows, maybe even his own channel and... this goes somewhere beyond Xander’s ability to control or deny it. Spike is sexy. He has to admit that. Bad, dark vampire with bed-hair and eyes that could make you burn inside, make you...
“Xander?” Tara looks concerned at the boy who’d tuned out their conversation about decorations a couple of minutes ago and, from there on, started turning a nice shade of red before paling again quickly. “Xander, are you okay?”
“Huh?” Xander starts, looks around unsure and doesn’t meet Tara’s eyes. “I just... I... sorry, Tara, I zoned out on you. What were you saying again?” Unhappily, Xander stares at his toes. Spike, of course, uses the moment to go by them, brushing against Xander - as if - accidentally. “Hope, you’ve got half-decent gel in your bathroom, pup!” Spike says and disappears from the room.
“Pup?” Xander squeaks and Tara smiles.
“Xander, look, it’s okay if you like...”
“Pizza?” He feels his heart speeding up. He’s not gonna have this conversation.
“No, not what I meant and it’s not here yet, anyway.”
“I could look...”
“No. You listen to me, now.” Tara juts her chin out and puts her hands on her hips. “It’s okay if you like, ahm, like men.”
“Oh - that - no. Not me. I am a boobs man.” He stares pointedly at Tara’s heavy breasts. “Look, like boobs. Yours are - wow - big.” Xander keeps staring and Tara blushes purple. “Nice boobs.” Xander nods convincingly to himself, than looks at Tara’s face. “Oh, oh! I... sorry. I didn’t, you know, mean it. I mean, your boobs are nice but you like boobs, too, look we’re like sisters, we both like boobs?” Xander puts his hands in front of his face and mumbles “Oh my god.”
“They’re semantics.” Tara giggles.
“What? Would say that, they’re way too, you know, big, to be semantics.” Xander gestures weighing heavy breasts with his hands.
“No, I mean, it’s semantics, if there are boobs, a pussy or a cock.”
“Oh, don’t let Spike hear you call his cock semantics.” Xander nods, eyes wide. “Actually, don’t ever call a man’s best friend semantics, at all.”
Giving up, Tara shakes her head, smiling desperately. “It doesn’t matter who you love. The love is what matters.” There are tears gathering in her eyes and then, suddenly, there is Spike and he holds Tara in his arms, hugging her just enough. Otherwise she might have fallen to pieces at their feet.
“I didn’t...” Xander stumbles. Seeing Spike holding her, caring, makes him feel warm inside. “I know, don’t worry. She’s strong, will be back on her feet in no time. Won’t you, luv?” Spike murmurs and strokes Tara’s hair while she continues sobbing into his shoulder.
There’s a ring at the door and Xander uses the opportunity to leave the emotion-laden situation. The Pizza Boy stands outside the gate, waiting patiently for Xander to come. Jorge’s Pizza -another one of those many shops Xander worked for when he was still undecided whether he was good at anything at all - they have new uniforms. Xander grins.
“Nice jacket!” Xander comments, takes the Pizzas and the box with the chicken wings. There is a gratis bottle of “the cheapest wine in the world” because their order was over 25 dollars.
“Thanks, it’s a lifesaver.” The boy grins over the 5 dollars tip and runs back to his dirty brown car. The little golden crosses all over the red jacket sparkle in the light from the street lamp.
The Pizzas smell delicious and Xander hurries back up the stairs. Spike and Tara are sitting on the floor on a blanket and Tara smiles, listening to Spike who is telling some tale about an especially exciting fight. When he enters with the Pizzas, chicken wings and the wine, they both jump up to help him set everything down. Knives and glasses are fetched from the kitchen and, smiling at each other, they clink glasses filled with “the cheapest wine in the world” before they start to eat. The wine doesn’t taste that bad...
Taking a break after three quarters of his huge Pizza, Xander watches Spike, transfixed, while the vampire eats a chicken wing. Spike is totally fixated on the food, his lips and teeth work frantically to get all the flesh and the crispy skin. His fingers are greasy and from time to time his tongue darts out, licking the grease from his fingers. Spike moans softly, delighted by the taste of the spicy chicken and Xander feels this warmth spreading inside him again which focuses in his groin, making his cock jump slightly. Oh my god, he is turned on by Spike! As if on cue, Spike throws the bones back in the box and sticks his index and ring fingers in his mouth to clean them off. His eyes snap up and blue eyes meet the intense gaze of brown ones. Fuck, Xander thinks, gasping for air when his cock jumps again violently, leaving him without any chance of denial.
Spike doesn’t avert his eyes. He stares at Xander, sinks into eyes full of swirling emotions. For a few seconds he’s unsure how to handle the situation, then a wave of pheromones assaults his senses. He swallows, then intensifies his gaze, telling Xander everything about desire and lust with his eyes.
Xander just can’t look away. The blue of Spike’s eyes darkens and there is so much promise in Spike’s look, Xander is interested, excited, curious and scared all in one.
Tara feels the tension and watches the men staring at each other. Their auras are pulsating for and with each other. She wouldn’t go so far as to say, these two were made for each other, but they’d fit very well. If Xander can overcome his inhibitions.
However, Spike has to be careful, Xander’s feelings are strong, his heart loves deeply but his self-esteem is fragile. A partner like Spike, so dominant and confident, sometimes is too much and a person like Xander can easily get lost in the shadows.
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