Fic: "And I Feel Fine"
Now that they were naked, Xander gave in completely. His work-roughened hands went everywhere, trying to explore the cool, angled body that was now writhing in his touch.
His mind recorded it all, the differences between man and woman. His partner’s slight beard scratched with his own. Funny, how he never seemed to need a shave. The hip bones so close to the surface, their shape prominent. The abs sculpted and heaving under his hands, were so unlike any woman’s round femininity. The trail of coarse hair leading downwards. The ass pure muscle.
The man who had strong arms wrapped around him pulled away, gasping. His eyes were darkened to midnight. “You’re dancing around the point, mate, I ain’t a bird.”
Xander swallowed. “Yeah, I know.”
Spike thrust his hips at Xander. “So quit teasing a bloke. End of the world’s tomorrow and I’m not going out on such a long dry spell.”
Xander grinned. He had no dry spell to break, but how could he say no? Even with all the differences between men and women, one bit was the same, wasn’t it? He brought up a finger and slowly pushed it into Spike’s mouth. “Get it wet for me, baby.”
Spike moaned and took Xander’s finger into his mouth. Xander felt his cock harden even more as Spike swirled his tongue around. Breathing heavy, he pulled his finger from the grasping mouth and brought it down. He’d played this game with Anya.
Spike pushed back as the finger breached him. “God’s yes. It’s been so long.” He dropped his head on Xander’s shoulder.
Xander couldn’t help but kiss the crisp curls. “You like that?”
“Hell, yes!”
“You want something… more?” He thrust and left a trail of pre-cum on Spike’s hip.
“Xander…”
“Slick it up for me?”
Spike startled, and jerked his head up. “You want me to…?”
“Yeah. Suck my cock, Spike. I’m giving you a fantasy, you give one to me.” He pushed his finger at an angle and made Spike moan.
“It’s not what I do, but just this once.”
Xander pulled his finger free and Spike knelt before him. He regarded the formidable cock for a minute before leaning in. Spike’s tongue was not hot and not cool. The vampire liked all around like a kid attacking a melting Popcicle on a hot day.
“Come on, Spike. Suck it,” Xander moaned, giving in to a fantasy only explored in bored speculation.
“Make sure you save it for me, yeah? I want my ride.” Spike flashed midnight dark eyes up at Xander before sliding his mouth slowly and tightly around his cock.
It was like how he imagined all the porn movies he’d ever watched would feel. It may not be what Spike did now, but he clearly had practice. It wasn’t long before Xander warned him off.
Spike sat back on his heels, licking his lips like a cat who had eaten tuna. “Good?”
“God, Spike. I wish I’d said that to you and meant it years ago.”
“I woulda bitten it off then.”
“Ouch, not a thought I need.”
Spike stood up and pulled Xander into another kiss. “Sorry, Luv. It’s getting late, yeah? How about you give me what I crave?”
Xander nodded, quite breathless. “Okay.” Xander spit on his hand, adding to the pre-cum and saliva. Spike grinned, spit on his own hand, and turned around, reaching one hand back and readying himself, while resting the other on the washing machine.
Xander watched another minute as Spike added one finger after another into himself. Xander found this inexplicably hot. “Yeah, open yourself, Spike. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
“I like a bit of blood with my fuck, Mate. Give me all you’ve got.”
Xander managed to call up a bit more saliva from his suddenly dry mouth and coated his ready cock as best he could. Before he could change his mind, he moved up close behind Spike and lined up his hard cock. “Stop if this hurts, okay?”
“Right,” Spike gritted and impaled himself in one thrust.
Xander gasped to feel himself so suddenly and tightly gripped. “Spike!”
“Maybe I’m the one who should tell you to quit if it hurts,” Spike panted.
Xander closed his eyes and rested his hands on the sharp hip bones. He waited until he felt Spike’s body relax and let him slip in further before moving. It was like and yet so unlike Anya’s hot body. Xander opened his eyes and watched the sculpted body writhe and trust back to meet his strokes. He suddenly realized they were both panting and Spike was whimpering quietly.
“Spike? Are you all right?”
“Bloody hell, Whelp. I asked you to fuck me, not make sweet love,” Spike snapped.
Xander paused. He knew Spike well enough to know the vampire was crying. What was Spike thinking about? Angel? Buffy? The probable death in the Hellmouth they would all march toward tomorrow. “Sorry, Spike,” he said softly. “Just sorry.”
He took one more long, slow stroke, savoring the feeling. Then he pulled out until just the tip of his cock was inside, grasped the bony hips hard enough to bruise, and slammed back in. Spike gasped and Xander gritted his teeth.
For many minutes, the basement was filled with muffled curses and the hard slap of flesh on flesh. His balls swung and tapped on Spike’s until he felt them draw up and away. “Christ, Spike I’m…”
The vampire moaned a reply and Xander’s rhythm broke as his body dictated random jolts and thrusts deep in the body under him until they slipped apart.
Xander staggered back until he sat down hard on the cot. Spike rested his head on folded arms on the washing machine. Both were isolated, eyes closed, until their breathing evened. Spike stood up and snatched a random t-shirt out of the laundry basket. He wiped his cock, hand, and crack before tossing the t-shirt on the floor. He looked over at Xander who watched him with a crooked grin. “Whot? I think it’s Andrew’s.”
“Probably is.” Xander paused. “Well, is there another one?”
Spike smirked and picked another shirt out. He flopped on the cot beside Xander and shook a cigarette out of it’s pack. He lit it and blew smoke at the ceiling as Xander cleaned himself up before tossing the shirt in the direction of the other. “Thanks, mate.”
“I think I need to thank you, too.”
Spike nodded. “One thing about Anya, she doesn’t exaggerate.”
“Huh?”
“You are a Viking in the sack, mate.”
"Oh,” Xander was suddenly self-conscious and started to stand up, but a narrow hand stopped him. He turned to face Spike.
The vampire gave a half smile, quirked an eyebrow, and leaned in to give Xander a big, wet, smack on the lips.
Xander laughed and gathered his clothes. After he’d dressed he looked over to where Spike was now sprawled on the bed with the sheet draped over him. “Good night, Spike. See you tomorrow.”
“Sleep well, mate. See you then.”
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