Popsicles
Title: Popsicles
Author: maryfic
Rating: NC-17
Character(s): Spike, Xander
Prompt: #006 - Cold
Word Count: 641
Warning: I destroy a childhood memory by making it porn-y. My apologies. Meant to be funny, not serious.
Dedication: For purpledodah on the occasion of her birthday. *huggles* Happy Birthday!
A/N: Inspired by Mad Poetesses’ Domestic Piranhas Series.
Spike liked things that were cold. Himself, for example. Popsicles. The snow. Certain other vampires that were poofy and never to be mentioned in bed. Or otherwise. What he didn’t like was the sun. Or Sunnydale at nearly 100 degrees. He especially didn’t like his lover when the temperature got this high. Oh, the naked lounging about the apartment was fine, but the bitching and whining was not okay. And he was damn well fed up with it.
Which is was he was crawling into the depths of Xander’s crappy fridge looking for something, anything, to shut his human up. He was cold, but apparently not cold enough for the Sex-Toy-Who-Wouldn’t-Shut-Up-And-Perform-His-Duties.
“Aha!” Spike wiggled his way triumphantly out of the small space and dropped onto the floor. “Otter Pops!”
“Whaaat?”
More whinging, so Spike merely ignored it and strode like the hero he was back into the living room, holding five Otter Pops high, of various colors. “Otter Pops, I said.”
Xander peeled his head off of whatever the hell it was currently laying on, he didn’t care, it was just hot and tried to focus on the excited, bouncing vampire before him.
Mmm, bouncing. One painful head shake later, Xander had realized, A, he probably couldn’t get a hard-on if he tried, and B, it was motherfucking hot.
Spike crawled up onto the bed, having somehow in the time Xander was distracted, pulled one of the frozen treats out of its package and was not licking it, and the brunette and opened his mouth wide, and yes, incredible as it seems, started whining.
“Spiiiike! It’s cold! Give it!”
So he did. Slid two and a half good inches down Xander’s throat, who happily started sucking on it, like it was, well, Spike’s cock. And thereby proving that, yes, humans could get hard, (very) even if the temperature was scandalously high.
Now that his first popsicle was half-way gone, Spike pulled it out and trailed the sticky red dripping stick down Xander’s chest, pausing for a moment to admire the perky nipples and then continuing to the innie belly button and fucking it merrily for a moment with the popsicle and then his tongue.
Which of course, forced Xander to bounce, ripping his flesh off the bed beneath him and start pouting again, when Spike was doing his damndest to cool the brunette off so he could have sex. Selfish vampire? Nah.
New pop, then. Purple, this time. Hmm, it was already melting. Well, that just meant it was already prepared for Spike’s nefarious plan. He cackled evilly as he dripped kool-aid all over Xander’s cock and balls. They wanted to shrink for a moment, but when you’re this hot, cold makes you hard, not soft.
Xander threw his back and whimpered as Spike ran the pop down the underside of his dick, over his balls, and headed for his ass.
He knew he probably about to get fucked by a rapidly melting popsicle, but somehow, he couldn’t summon the urge to do anything but lift his legs to give Spike (and the pop) better access to his hole.
Then the popsicle and the cold feeling were gone, and before he could raise his head to yell at Spike, he felt icy lips and tongue press against the underside of his balls and he moaned instead.
Cold tongue…coooold mouth…what had he done, deepthroated the damn thing? Xander didn’t care. More please.
Spike grinned where Xander couldn’t see him and kept up what he was doing. He dropped one hand onto Xander’s stomach and let the other, holding a new and firm popsicle slide up the inside of Xander’s thigh.
Now, this was going to take vampire skills, it was. Slide, nothing going on down here, just a blowjob, nothing more…don’t pay attention to the popsicle behind the curtain, 3, 2…
“COOLD!”
END.
Author: maryfic
Rating: NC-17
Character(s): Spike, Xander
Prompt: #006 - Cold
Word Count: 641
Warning: I destroy a childhood memory by making it porn-y. My apologies. Meant to be funny, not serious.
Dedication: For purpledodah on the occasion of her birthday. *huggles* Happy Birthday!
A/N: Inspired by Mad Poetesses’ Domestic Piranhas Series.
Spike liked things that were cold. Himself, for example. Popsicles. The snow. Certain other vampires that were poofy and never to be mentioned in bed. Or otherwise. What he didn’t like was the sun. Or Sunnydale at nearly 100 degrees. He especially didn’t like his lover when the temperature got this high. Oh, the naked lounging about the apartment was fine, but the bitching and whining was not okay. And he was damn well fed up with it.
Which is was he was crawling into the depths of Xander’s crappy fridge looking for something, anything, to shut his human up. He was cold, but apparently not cold enough for the Sex-Toy-Who-Wouldn’t-Shut-Up-And-Perform-His-Duties.
“Aha!” Spike wiggled his way triumphantly out of the small space and dropped onto the floor. “Otter Pops!”
“Whaaat?”
More whinging, so Spike merely ignored it and strode like the hero he was back into the living room, holding five Otter Pops high, of various colors. “Otter Pops, I said.”
Xander peeled his head off of whatever the hell it was currently laying on, he didn’t care, it was just hot and tried to focus on the excited, bouncing vampire before him.
Mmm, bouncing. One painful head shake later, Xander had realized, A, he probably couldn’t get a hard-on if he tried, and B, it was motherfucking hot.
Spike crawled up onto the bed, having somehow in the time Xander was distracted, pulled one of the frozen treats out of its package and was not licking it, and the brunette and opened his mouth wide, and yes, incredible as it seems, started whining.
“Spiiiike! It’s cold! Give it!”
So he did. Slid two and a half good inches down Xander’s throat, who happily started sucking on it, like it was, well, Spike’s cock. And thereby proving that, yes, humans could get hard, (very) even if the temperature was scandalously high.
Now that his first popsicle was half-way gone, Spike pulled it out and trailed the sticky red dripping stick down Xander’s chest, pausing for a moment to admire the perky nipples and then continuing to the innie belly button and fucking it merrily for a moment with the popsicle and then his tongue.
Which of course, forced Xander to bounce, ripping his flesh off the bed beneath him and start pouting again, when Spike was doing his damndest to cool the brunette off so he could have sex. Selfish vampire? Nah.
New pop, then. Purple, this time. Hmm, it was already melting. Well, that just meant it was already prepared for Spike’s nefarious plan. He cackled evilly as he dripped kool-aid all over Xander’s cock and balls. They wanted to shrink for a moment, but when you’re this hot, cold makes you hard, not soft.
Xander threw his back and whimpered as Spike ran the pop down the underside of his dick, over his balls, and headed for his ass.
He knew he probably about to get fucked by a rapidly melting popsicle, but somehow, he couldn’t summon the urge to do anything but lift his legs to give Spike (and the pop) better access to his hole.
Then the popsicle and the cold feeling were gone, and before he could raise his head to yell at Spike, he felt icy lips and tongue press against the underside of his balls and he moaned instead.
Cold tongue…coooold mouth…what had he done, deepthroated the damn thing? Xander didn’t care. More please.
Spike grinned where Xander couldn’t see him and kept up what he was doing. He dropped one hand onto Xander’s stomach and let the other, holding a new and firm popsicle slide up the inside of Xander’s thigh.
Now, this was going to take vampire skills, it was. Slide, nothing going on down here, just a blowjob, nothing more…don’t pay attention to the popsicle behind the curtain, 3, 2…
“COOLD!”
END.