Shower fic: Getting it
I wanted to write a PWP, but a teensy bit of plot snuck in anyway. In response to writan_bur and fanbot's requests for Spander shower sex.
Title: Getting it
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC 17 for language, themes and naughty touching
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money, wish they were and wish I was.
Summary: Newsflash - author uses shameless excuse to get naked shower Spander. Xander gets hit with stuff that burns, Spike takes him home to wash it off. Sex and maybe something more follows.
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Spike was manhandling Xander. Giving him little shoves and pushes, grunting idiot boy stupid always bait things Xander heard pretty damned often but which never stopped stinging, especially when they were coming from his favourite neighbourhood vamp.
Under normal circumstances Xander would have been all with the shoving back, let alone the verbal jabs. Only tonight happened to be the night the gang had gone after a nest of vamps. Correction, a nest of vamps with some sort of water-bazooka that fired funky smelling goo that, by the looks of things, seemed to be intent on burning him to death in a drawn out and painful way. The worst part was that Spike, being the only super-speedy-and-strong person that hadn’t been hit, was the one left with the task of whisking Xander to safety in the nearest shower.
The whole way home even though he was in pain and kind of scared all Xander could think about was that this was his best chace of being close to Spike. He made the most of the situation, letting his hands stray a little too close to Spike’s ass. To cover his tracks he launched into operation: witty banter.
Except banter was hard when all he could feel was owowowow and all he could hear was the alarm bell ringing in his head. Which, funnily enough, was preceded by the unduly loud snick of a zipper being undone. His zipper. Because Spike was getting him naked. And wow, when had he gotten home and into the bathroom?
“Woah. Woah woah woah woah!” He wanted to say more, but his brain was too focused on the pain and the holy shit vampire kneeling at just the right level to see all the fluff Xander always forgot to scrub out of his belly button. Of course, there being no one wanting to look in his belly button kind of took away the motivation for maintaining a clean one. But then maybe more people would want to look if something worth looking at were on offer… and wasn’t that just the story of his life.
Xander realised he was no longer wearing pants. At least not around his waist. They were pooled around his ankles in a potentially highly dangerous way. He’d learnt that lesson the hard way that one time with Cordy. Only there was no way in hell he was going to be thinking of that now. Because Spike was gingerly lifting his right leg out of his pants, careful to avoid touching anything gooey and or orange.
“Woah!” He said it louder this time, only Spike still didn’t look up and he’d managed to get one leg out so Xander was half way to half naked. He concentrated and managed to form a real sentence, though if it was squeaked in the unmanly way of a twelve year old girl, it was nobodies business. “What are you doing?”
Spike arched an eyebrow that said what does it look like, stupid? Waited a moment to let it sink in. “What does it look like, stupid?” Said in the most frustrating deep and manly way. Manliness seemed to cling to Spike, blatantly flaunting itself despite the eyeliner and the nail polish and the lip gloss that he was never ever thinking of again because that one time he’d seen Spike apply it had led to three nights of endless…
“It looks like you’re on the home stretch to third base and you haven’t even bought me dinner yet!”
Spike set his dial to cheap porno and slid up Xander’s body. So unfair. Xander never slid. Or glided. Or undulated. “Do you want Mexican or do you want to keep your skin attached to your flesh.” He saw Xander’s eyes glaze over at the mention of Mexican and smacked him on the forehead hard enough to hurt both of them. “I’d love to weigh up the pros and cons mate, but you’ve only got three minutes left to wash the gunk off, or you can kiss your pasty skin goodbye.”
That got Xander moving. Only he’d forgotten about the pants still at his feet, and he’d forgotten about the left foot still being in them. Arms flailing helplessly, he tried to brace himself for his 3 o’clock appointment with the tiles and possibly the bathtub. It never came.
Spike’s arms locked around his naked naked waist and pulled him upright before he had a chance to land. Clearly not a smart move. “Fuck! Now I’m covered in this shite too.” And Xander had no time to think because suddenly Spike was shoving him into the shower stall with one hand and ripping his own clothes off with the other. “Don’t just stand there. I know you like to stare at shiny things and gurgle, but how about you pull your considerable weight a touch and turn on the water.”
And Xander figured the goo must work even worse on vampires, because Spike had only gotten it on his hands and they were already starting to simmer. Must be something to do with the whole sensitivity to flames. So he took a deep breath, acknowledged the staunch heterosexual man in him screaming in agony, and resigned himself to taking a long, hot, soapy shower with one nefarious, vampire male. He turned on the water and set it to broil and promised himself that he wouldn’t drop the soap just so he could see Spike pick it up. He staunchly ignored certain parts of him fighting a losing battle against burning pain to stand to attention.
Xander must have blanked out for a moment because suddenly there were hands on his chest, clinically and efficiently washing gunk off Spike and Xander both. He figured it was best to let Spike get on with the job seeing as he was clearly experienced in the bathing other people field. A little fizzle of something burned in his stomach, and if Xander was one for introspection and self-examination he might even call it jealously. But strictly of the Spike-gets-to-wash-naked-people type, not the Spike-has-been-washing-other-people-that-aren’t-me type. Perhaps it was lucky that Xander wasn’t into introspection.
When Spike dropped to his knees again and set to work on legs that had stopped working about ten minutes ago, Xander’s gaze followed him down. Then snapped back up again. Because he was in a shower with a very naked, very wet, very male vampire. A naked vampire that was pushing wet Tweety boxer shorts down to reveal a very obvious erection.
Spike must have been in a pretty compassionate mood because he kept his eyes averted and said, “It’s fine. Haven’t been touched like this in a while. Not about me.”
The out was a good one. Only Xander didn’t think that explained away all the other inappropriate hard-ons that had been popping up uninvited every time Spike stretched in the morning before rubbing a hand through the messiest bed hair Xander had ever seen in his life. Nor did it explain the full body shiver he got in anticipation of Spike entering a fight and doing the growly-dancy-powerful staking thing. Nope, Xander was pretty sure that he’d run out of excuses.
“What if it is about you?” Maybe the goo had some sort of tongue loosening qualities. Or maybe it was all the sexual frustration, all the evenings spent peeking out the corners of his eyes, all the wanting... Xander held his breath and looked straight ahead. He was glad he’d said it, even if all it did was make everything more awkward.
It took a moment for Spike to answer. His hands stilled on Xander’s legs, then resumed their washing. Only now it wasn’t quite so clinical. “What is it about me exactly?”
Xander frowned and dared to sneak a look down again. And suddenly it hit him that maybe Spike wasn’t as cocksure and confident as he always seemed. There was something else there… a vulnerability that nobody saw often. Perhaps Spike was just as awkward, just as lonely. Not that Xander would ever suggest such a thing.
“Right,” Spike said. “I’ll take that as a…”
“Everything,” Xander interrupted. “It’s always been you.”
“Right,” Spike was on his feet before Xander even had a chance to think about the fact that he’d never meant to say any of it. “How long?”
“Don’t know. Seems like forever. Probably since the soundtrack to my morning shower became you moaning in the other room.”
“Was my pre-bedtime wank. You’re lucky...”
Xander looked at Spike and decided to stop stalling. “Shut up Spike.” He glanced down at Spike’s chapped lips, decided they’d be a good place to start, realised he’d never done anything this stupid. How could he go back when he knew what this felt like?
“Smartest thing you’ve ever done, pet.” Spike whispered.
Then there was no more talking. It was almost funny because he’d always thought Spike would be the one to take charge, but it was Xander himself that couldn’t get enough. Suddenly they were both naked and pressed against each other, hard and hot and rubbing together like they were on a deadline.
Xander felt the little tiles that made up the shower floor digging into his knees and he couldn’t remember how he got there but he didn’t care because there was a mouthful of Spike’s cock and all he could do was suck and suck and suck.
And Spike… helpless little groans were tumbling out of his mouth along with obscenities in an absurdly proper English accent.
“Fuck... that’s right pet. Suck it. So good… Who’d you learn that from? I’ll kill him. Fuck you first, make you mine. No one else will have you. Wanted harder so long…”
Xander pulled off, scrambled up and turned around, grabbed a bottle of something off the shelf and pushed it back at Spike, leaned forward and braced himself on the wall, turned around to look Spike straight in the eyes. “Have me,” he said. “Hard.”
The click of the bottle opening was loud, but the clang of it falling to the floor was louder. Spike’s hands were vibrating against Xander’s hips as he got down on his knees to retrieve it. Got stuck there when his eyes were level with Xander’s ass and decided to take a detour. With his tongue. Inside Xander’s ass.
“Spike!” Xander gasped and groaned and fought to speak. “Never done this before.” The go easy was implied, but he was pretty sure Spike would understand. Only then the delicious feelings stopped and Spike was speaking again.
“Knew you were a cherry. Want it. Never going to be anyone else’s, yeah. Mine. Not going to let anyone else touch you, kill ‘em before the headache even starts.”
Xander loved it, loved it almost as much as Spike’s tongue. Which was suddenly joined by something blunt and less flexible. A finger, Xander thought, maybe two.
“Gonna mark you inside. Gonna burn you up.” Spike didn’t waste any time in getting upright again and the hand at the small of his back pushed him lower, the other climbed into his hair and pulled his head around. And there were lips again, followed by something big and heavy and beautiful pushing at the entrance to his body, sliding in like it was home, not stopping until Xander was cross-eyed and felt so full that he knew he’d always be empty without Spike, who stopped only when he was fully sheathed. “Good?”
Xander mewled and groaned and pushed himself back, reached forward to grab his balls to keep himself from coming then and there, just from the burn. Knew he wouldn’t last anyway.
“Hurry.”
Spike got it and moved faster, bringing both of them screaming towards orgasm, panting like he needed the breath, pressing his teeth into Xander’s neck hard enough to hurt, hard enough to bleed. The chip stayed silent, but Xander didn’t. His body locked and shuddered and he thought for sure that he was going to black out, only he refused to, needed to remember every moment, needed to be able to see Spike’s face when he came. While he was still painting long white stripes on the wall he turned his head and tilted his neck, looked at Spike in invitation.
Spike sucked his blood and filled his ass with come and Xander understood. He got Spike. He didn’t feel the water running cold, didn’t feel the sting of a fresh cut healing over. All he knew was that he couldn’t imagine going back.
“Going to keep me?” He asked, knowing that Spike needed it, knowing what he was all about. “Want you.”
“It’s either once or forever, Xander.” Spike’s eyes were focussed and intense and for once Xander he used my name felt like he was the centre of someone’s universe, knew that maybe it wasn’t love yet but that he’d already bought the one way ticket.
“Yeah okay,” he said. “Forever.”
Title: Getting it
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC 17 for language, themes and naughty touching
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money, wish they were and wish I was.
Summary: Newsflash - author uses shameless excuse to get naked shower Spander. Xander gets hit with stuff that burns, Spike takes him home to wash it off. Sex and maybe something more follows.
______________________________________
Spike was manhandling Xander. Giving him little shoves and pushes, grunting idiot boy stupid always bait things Xander heard pretty damned often but which never stopped stinging, especially when they were coming from his favourite neighbourhood vamp.
Under normal circumstances Xander would have been all with the shoving back, let alone the verbal jabs. Only tonight happened to be the night the gang had gone after a nest of vamps. Correction, a nest of vamps with some sort of water-bazooka that fired funky smelling goo that, by the looks of things, seemed to be intent on burning him to death in a drawn out and painful way. The worst part was that Spike, being the only super-speedy-and-strong person that hadn’t been hit, was the one left with the task of whisking Xander to safety in the nearest shower.
The whole way home even though he was in pain and kind of scared all Xander could think about was that this was his best chace of being close to Spike. He made the most of the situation, letting his hands stray a little too close to Spike’s ass. To cover his tracks he launched into operation: witty banter.
Except banter was hard when all he could feel was owowowow and all he could hear was the alarm bell ringing in his head. Which, funnily enough, was preceded by the unduly loud snick of a zipper being undone. His zipper. Because Spike was getting him naked. And wow, when had he gotten home and into the bathroom?
“Woah. Woah woah woah woah!” He wanted to say more, but his brain was too focused on the pain and the holy shit vampire kneeling at just the right level to see all the fluff Xander always forgot to scrub out of his belly button. Of course, there being no one wanting to look in his belly button kind of took away the motivation for maintaining a clean one. But then maybe more people would want to look if something worth looking at were on offer… and wasn’t that just the story of his life.
Xander realised he was no longer wearing pants. At least not around his waist. They were pooled around his ankles in a potentially highly dangerous way. He’d learnt that lesson the hard way that one time with Cordy. Only there was no way in hell he was going to be thinking of that now. Because Spike was gingerly lifting his right leg out of his pants, careful to avoid touching anything gooey and or orange.
“Woah!” He said it louder this time, only Spike still didn’t look up and he’d managed to get one leg out so Xander was half way to half naked. He concentrated and managed to form a real sentence, though if it was squeaked in the unmanly way of a twelve year old girl, it was nobodies business. “What are you doing?”
Spike arched an eyebrow that said what does it look like, stupid? Waited a moment to let it sink in. “What does it look like, stupid?” Said in the most frustrating deep and manly way. Manliness seemed to cling to Spike, blatantly flaunting itself despite the eyeliner and the nail polish and the lip gloss that he was never ever thinking of again because that one time he’d seen Spike apply it had led to three nights of endless…
“It looks like you’re on the home stretch to third base and you haven’t even bought me dinner yet!”
Spike set his dial to cheap porno and slid up Xander’s body. So unfair. Xander never slid. Or glided. Or undulated. “Do you want Mexican or do you want to keep your skin attached to your flesh.” He saw Xander’s eyes glaze over at the mention of Mexican and smacked him on the forehead hard enough to hurt both of them. “I’d love to weigh up the pros and cons mate, but you’ve only got three minutes left to wash the gunk off, or you can kiss your pasty skin goodbye.”
That got Xander moving. Only he’d forgotten about the pants still at his feet, and he’d forgotten about the left foot still being in them. Arms flailing helplessly, he tried to brace himself for his 3 o’clock appointment with the tiles and possibly the bathtub. It never came.
Spike’s arms locked around his naked naked waist and pulled him upright before he had a chance to land. Clearly not a smart move. “Fuck! Now I’m covered in this shite too.” And Xander had no time to think because suddenly Spike was shoving him into the shower stall with one hand and ripping his own clothes off with the other. “Don’t just stand there. I know you like to stare at shiny things and gurgle, but how about you pull your considerable weight a touch and turn on the water.”
And Xander figured the goo must work even worse on vampires, because Spike had only gotten it on his hands and they were already starting to simmer. Must be something to do with the whole sensitivity to flames. So he took a deep breath, acknowledged the staunch heterosexual man in him screaming in agony, and resigned himself to taking a long, hot, soapy shower with one nefarious, vampire male. He turned on the water and set it to broil and promised himself that he wouldn’t drop the soap just so he could see Spike pick it up. He staunchly ignored certain parts of him fighting a losing battle against burning pain to stand to attention.
Xander must have blanked out for a moment because suddenly there were hands on his chest, clinically and efficiently washing gunk off Spike and Xander both. He figured it was best to let Spike get on with the job seeing as he was clearly experienced in the bathing other people field. A little fizzle of something burned in his stomach, and if Xander was one for introspection and self-examination he might even call it jealously. But strictly of the Spike-gets-to-wash-naked-people type, not the Spike-has-been-washing-other-people-that-aren’t-me type. Perhaps it was lucky that Xander wasn’t into introspection.
When Spike dropped to his knees again and set to work on legs that had stopped working about ten minutes ago, Xander’s gaze followed him down. Then snapped back up again. Because he was in a shower with a very naked, very wet, very male vampire. A naked vampire that was pushing wet Tweety boxer shorts down to reveal a very obvious erection.
Spike must have been in a pretty compassionate mood because he kept his eyes averted and said, “It’s fine. Haven’t been touched like this in a while. Not about me.”
The out was a good one. Only Xander didn’t think that explained away all the other inappropriate hard-ons that had been popping up uninvited every time Spike stretched in the morning before rubbing a hand through the messiest bed hair Xander had ever seen in his life. Nor did it explain the full body shiver he got in anticipation of Spike entering a fight and doing the growly-dancy-powerful staking thing. Nope, Xander was pretty sure that he’d run out of excuses.
“What if it is about you?” Maybe the goo had some sort of tongue loosening qualities. Or maybe it was all the sexual frustration, all the evenings spent peeking out the corners of his eyes, all the wanting... Xander held his breath and looked straight ahead. He was glad he’d said it, even if all it did was make everything more awkward.
It took a moment for Spike to answer. His hands stilled on Xander’s legs, then resumed their washing. Only now it wasn’t quite so clinical. “What is it about me exactly?”
Xander frowned and dared to sneak a look down again. And suddenly it hit him that maybe Spike wasn’t as cocksure and confident as he always seemed. There was something else there… a vulnerability that nobody saw often. Perhaps Spike was just as awkward, just as lonely. Not that Xander would ever suggest such a thing.
“Right,” Spike said. “I’ll take that as a…”
“Everything,” Xander interrupted. “It’s always been you.”
“Right,” Spike was on his feet before Xander even had a chance to think about the fact that he’d never meant to say any of it. “How long?”
“Don’t know. Seems like forever. Probably since the soundtrack to my morning shower became you moaning in the other room.”
“Was my pre-bedtime wank. You’re lucky...”
Xander looked at Spike and decided to stop stalling. “Shut up Spike.” He glanced down at Spike’s chapped lips, decided they’d be a good place to start, realised he’d never done anything this stupid. How could he go back when he knew what this felt like?
“Smartest thing you’ve ever done, pet.” Spike whispered.
Then there was no more talking. It was almost funny because he’d always thought Spike would be the one to take charge, but it was Xander himself that couldn’t get enough. Suddenly they were both naked and pressed against each other, hard and hot and rubbing together like they were on a deadline.
Xander felt the little tiles that made up the shower floor digging into his knees and he couldn’t remember how he got there but he didn’t care because there was a mouthful of Spike’s cock and all he could do was suck and suck and suck.
And Spike… helpless little groans were tumbling out of his mouth along with obscenities in an absurdly proper English accent.
“Fuck... that’s right pet. Suck it. So good… Who’d you learn that from? I’ll kill him. Fuck you first, make you mine. No one else will have you. Wanted harder so long…”
Xander pulled off, scrambled up and turned around, grabbed a bottle of something off the shelf and pushed it back at Spike, leaned forward and braced himself on the wall, turned around to look Spike straight in the eyes. “Have me,” he said. “Hard.”
The click of the bottle opening was loud, but the clang of it falling to the floor was louder. Spike’s hands were vibrating against Xander’s hips as he got down on his knees to retrieve it. Got stuck there when his eyes were level with Xander’s ass and decided to take a detour. With his tongue. Inside Xander’s ass.
“Spike!” Xander gasped and groaned and fought to speak. “Never done this before.” The go easy was implied, but he was pretty sure Spike would understand. Only then the delicious feelings stopped and Spike was speaking again.
“Knew you were a cherry. Want it. Never going to be anyone else’s, yeah. Mine. Not going to let anyone else touch you, kill ‘em before the headache even starts.”
Xander loved it, loved it almost as much as Spike’s tongue. Which was suddenly joined by something blunt and less flexible. A finger, Xander thought, maybe two.
“Gonna mark you inside. Gonna burn you up.” Spike didn’t waste any time in getting upright again and the hand at the small of his back pushed him lower, the other climbed into his hair and pulled his head around. And there were lips again, followed by something big and heavy and beautiful pushing at the entrance to his body, sliding in like it was home, not stopping until Xander was cross-eyed and felt so full that he knew he’d always be empty without Spike, who stopped only when he was fully sheathed. “Good?”
Xander mewled and groaned and pushed himself back, reached forward to grab his balls to keep himself from coming then and there, just from the burn. Knew he wouldn’t last anyway.
“Hurry.”
Spike got it and moved faster, bringing both of them screaming towards orgasm, panting like he needed the breath, pressing his teeth into Xander’s neck hard enough to hurt, hard enough to bleed. The chip stayed silent, but Xander didn’t. His body locked and shuddered and he thought for sure that he was going to black out, only he refused to, needed to remember every moment, needed to be able to see Spike’s face when he came. While he was still painting long white stripes on the wall he turned his head and tilted his neck, looked at Spike in invitation.
Spike sucked his blood and filled his ass with come and Xander understood. He got Spike. He didn’t feel the water running cold, didn’t feel the sting of a fresh cut healing over. All he knew was that he couldn’t imagine going back.
“Going to keep me?” He asked, knowing that Spike needed it, knowing what he was all about. “Want you.”
“It’s either once or forever, Xander.” Spike’s eyes were focussed and intense and for once Xander he used my name felt like he was the centre of someone’s universe, knew that maybe it wasn’t love yet but that he’d already bought the one way ticket.
“Yeah okay,” he said. “Forever.”