nekid numbers... it's a Spander
So I wrote Spander. And it didn’t hurt! Nevertheless I was wondering again and again “Why the hell should Spike and Xander… ?” but then I remembered again - right, my nekid numbers over at nekid_spike. Xander, candle, office. This is strictly AU ‘cause really, why? *scratcheshead*
Title: After hours
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-13
Words: 1376
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nobody’s paying me for this. I mean, honestly… have you read it?
Summary: AU. Spike visits Xander after hours.
Warnings: language (mine, I’m not a native speaker, no beta).
"What ya doing here? It's late." Xander glanced at his watch, just then realizing how late it really was. Damn. One more evening spent in the office.
His workmate laughed softly. "It sure is, you soddin' careerist, so I thought I'd step by and encourage you to work yourself to death so they'll replace you with a superior a lil' less... devoted." He smirked, making it perfectly clear that "devoted" wasn't exactly the first term that sprang to mind when thinking about Xander and his ambition. Or Xander, that is, which was even more confusing.
"Awfully nice of you, Will, but I'm sure I can do on my own." Work myself to death. Yeah, great response, Xan. Witty.
Jeez, what’s become of him? Who would have thought that the awful pupil and full-time slacker Alexander Harris of all people would ever become a successful architect, responsible for multi-million ventures. He stopped himself before pointing out that if they had known each other in school, William would have got to know a completely different Xander and that they certainly would have been hanging out together but then again - probably not. William Pratt would have been one of those overly cool kids that had played dirty tricks on Xander. William Pratt. Brat. Witty, indeed.
Xander visibly tried to get a grip on himself. Damn, he wasn't even funny when the blond was around. Not funny. Him. It was a little like being disarmed. Something about the younger man got under his skin. Something elusive, something- Oh come on, you old fag, stop lying to yourself, it's a clean-cut case of leaking dick and thick balls. And itching nipples, but that was so strange and new that he really didn't want to think about it.
"'s Spike. After hours."
"So, why are you still here - Spike? I mean, really? Spike like in err... spike?"
The blond raised a brow provocatively. "wanna know why they call me that?"
"No!" Xander heard himself squealing. Coughing slightly to level his voice and hide his embarrassment, he added decidedly less friendly "neither why nor who "they" are." He wasn't jealous. Would be ridiculous, wouldn't it?
Spike only smiled, then left without one more word, only to return few seconds later with two big pizzas-boxes and a sixpack. "Hungry?"
In fact, he was. Not exactly sure if pizza was what he really wanted to have a bite of but hey, pizza was fine. Oh, extra cheese. More than fine. Xander nodded enthusiastically.
Smiling triumphantly, Spike sat down opposite his superior at his desk, handing him an opened box and a beer and then made a show of pulling a tea light out of the back pocket of his decidedly too tight to be called decent jeans. Xander blushed and while the blond lighted the inappropriate object, he decided to ignore the strange behaviour. Being alone for the first time with the obscenely attractive young man was a task in itself. Xander desperately tried to push away the pictures he usually indulged himself in when thinking about Will Pratt, thoughts of hose sharp cheekbones getting even more prominent when sucking cock, of deep moans and the salty taste of sweat and spunk on pale skin.
“What you thinking ‘bout?”
Xander blushed furiously. “Blue prints.”
“Uh-hu.” That smirk again. Xander’s nipples began to prickle threateningly. Fuck. That was the beginning of the end. Or, more precisely, the beginning of an enormous erection, making his slacks tent visibly and the whole man squirming in the big leather chair to find a less uncomfortable, less compromising position.
Trying to distract himself, the architect began to babble about his projects, problems at a construction site, time delays and contractual ambiguities until Spike picked up the tea light and held it demonstratively in front of Xander’s face.
“’s a candle. Ever seen something alike before? Means it’s finishing time now.” The blond tilted his head, sounding as if deep in thought “or that this is a date.”
Xander swallowed audibly and opened his mouth but was cut short by Spike changing the subject, talking about holiday destinations and movies. Xander accepted the proposal gratefully. He wouldn’t have known how to react anyway. A date. He felt the torturous need to scratch a nipple that tingled as if bathed in effervescent powder.
Contentedly chewing oily cheese and drinking cold beer, Xander soon loosened up, laughing about Spike’s jokes and his imitation of an especially funny consort and soon realized how incredibly at ease he felt in the blond’s company. At least he would if his cock and nipples stopped driving him crazy. Thinking about a ploy to make Spike leave the office for a moment to be able to pinch his own pesky nipples and maybe, just for a second, touch his hard cock, since he couldn’t get up himself considering his condition, Xander was jolted out of his musings when Spike said “… so they really gave me that pansy bouquet to thank me for my active cooperation. Not that I was that cooperative but then, you would know… boss.” The blond smirked and took another sip, hinting at his more than dubious work ethics.
Shaking his head in confusion, Xander asked “huh?”.
“Was my last day today.”
“Oh.” Staring at the tableau of empty beer cans and left crusts in greasy boxes, Xander felt a jolt of disappointment running through him. Why didn’t anybody tell me?
“My band finally got a record deal. Nearly didn’t believe it anymore but then - bang! - the official final go-down-in-flames concert of the “Dingoes ate my baby” and here we go. Next week the studio recordings begin.”
Trying to get a grip on himself, Xander smiled tensely. A band. Of course. Yeahh, you’d definitely would have been best buds back in the days. The head of the architecture department said “kudos” and drank a toast to the blond, feeling more than a little old and boring.
“And so you thought you’d step by with fast food and beer to-“
“Shag the boss. Yep.”
Xander barely managed not to drop his third beer but coughed violently when he chocked on his last bite. “Actually I meant you stepped by to ask for a good employer’s reference.”
“Nah, don’t need that to be a rock star,” Spike said with a wave of his hand. “Wouldn’t want you to lie, either.”
Levelling his breath, Xander agreed. “No, probably not. Not exactly a recognized trade, I guess.”
“So?” Raising an eye brow, Spike glanced at Xander’s hand that unconsciously rubbed over his broad chest.
“Huh? So what?”
Licking his upper lip, Spike got up and slowly walked around the desk to stand in front of Xander. He placed his hands on the armrests of the chair and swirled the older man around. Obviously contented to see Xander’s now exposed hard-on under the fabric, Spike watched a damp patch appearing on the grey slacks, his gaze instantly joined by Xander’s who desperately wanted to die from embarrassment and the need to be touched.
Both of them looking up at the same time, their eyes met and Xander stuttered “well, you don’t work here anymore, of course… so no problems there… and I’m single and you’re… are you, I mean, do you…?”
“Not proposing here, boss, just asking if you wanna fuck me.”
“Damned yes!” Xander’s nipples screamed out loud, itching like five kinds of mycosis. The rest of the man could only nod dumbly, his eyes wide and mouth agape.
Spike bent down and slowly licked along the other man’s soft, slack bottom lip before he closed his mouth over Xander’s, teasing his former boss’ tongue with his own and making Xander’s belly flutter.
When Spike retreated, his fingers searching Xander’s nipples beneath his shirt as if he knew, he smiled cockily and whispered “with the light on or off?” and blinked at the silently flickering tea light.
“On”, Xander breathed into Spike’s mouth before he grabbed his ex-workmate by the hips and pulled him closer until the blond straddled his thighs and their hard cocks were pressed tightly against each other.
Really don’t want to miss a single thing when I fuck the next big rock star blind, he thought, suddenly feeling amazingly young and wild.