festival!verse: perviness, part deaux
slightly nervous about Spike's perspective...feedback, please! some celebrate the fourth of july with fireworks...me, I like some porn *g*
Author: Mel (btvslover82)
Pairing: Spander
Rating: NC-17 slash
Summary: human AU; Xander goes to a multi-day music festival to celebrate his 16th birthday alone and runs across a dubiously intentioned older Spike
Warning: pwp. underage sex, obviously. Erm. Anything else that might come along, I’ll warn about later.
Disclaimer: the characters belong to Joss and ME...alas, alack.
Feedback: please :)
beta'd by sparrow2000
previous installments are here
A/N: for those of you who may have read part 1 before I added a warning of my developing intentions, I say: this is not careening towards shippiness, for reasons that seem fairly obvious. Also, there will be exhibitionism, voyeurism, and quite possibly a threesome (with a woman), so please don’t be surprised or wounded if other buffyverse people come out to play. That said…on with the spander perviness!
part 2
The boy’s tent was small, two-man, but they didn’t need a lot of room for what they were about, so that was fine. Tomorrow they’d just have to stay in Spike’s, since they’d need the stretching room, if he had any say.
Spike sat back on the sleeping bag that took up the whole tent, and Xander crouched on his knees, smiling nervously in the lantern light.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” he joked.
Spike just lay back and studied Xander for a moment. Lad was uncertain of himself. Saw this as a life-altering event, which Spike supposed it was, for him. Though unlike some boys, Spike could see that this one had already known he liked men. Didn’t put up nearly as much of a fuss as the ones who didn’t know or didn’t want to know. Those were always more work, though for the rebel in Spike, the bastard, the man who couldn’t leave well enough alone, they also brought a dizzying kind of glee. To bend someone’s self-image. To be that event that forever marked two segments of a person’s life: before, and after.
He liked to think of it as his claim to immortality. He was a liaison from the closet, if you will.
Xander began to fidget under the silent attention, uncertain what to do with himself. His heart must be pounding. Didn’t know the rules or the protocol. He was a blank slate, and it made Spike just want to sink his teeth in and have a taste. Spike’s lot was always pestering him about why he did this sometimes, picked up young inexperienced boys, but this was why. This nervousness, this shyness. Later, their enthusiasm. They reminded Spike of things he’d forgotten and lost. Reminded him of a time when sex was new, as fascinating and compelling as it was terrifying. It was intoxicating and refreshing, to immerse himself in their innocence, for they were, even when they weren’t virgins. Couldn’t help but be innocent when you were that age. And when they were untouched, Spike liked to think that he did them a favor by making their first time something pleasant.
Outstanding, come to that.
Spike liked his women knowledgeable and jaded…but in boys, he couldn’t resist a fresh face. And Xander here was as fresh as they came. Never even been kissed, with his soft floppy hair and pleading puppy eyes.
“C’mere,” Spike beckoned. The boy crawled over, and Spike settled his awkward puppy-bulk over him. Xander kissed him enthusiastically, even though Spike could feel his chest rapidly expanding and deflating with anxiety. Boy had picked up kissing fairly quickly, which was promising for things to come.
When Spike began to fuck the boy’s mouth with his tongue, all the tension drained out of the slender body above him until it was acquiescent and squirming. Spike moaned and ran his hands down the healthy muscles of his back to clutch at the lad’s arse, pressing it down into him, causing Xander to whimper in the most appealing way. Xander would grow into his hands and feet eventually, and Spike reckoned he’d be big enough someday to be a brilliantly domineering top…but not before Spike had gotten inside of him to school him in just how pleasurable it could be to be penetrated. He’d meant it when he said that everything about Xander begged Spike to fuck him. Since that first moment when Spike had looked over and seen the boy gawking at him in lust and hero worship, Spike had instantly recognized that it was his lucky day.
Spike’s hands slid from that lush ass to gather the material of Xander’s shirt upward. “Let’s get you out of this shirt, eh, little one?”
Xander made a noise in his throat and started to sit up, but first Spike removed the piece of fetish wear that the boy had taken for a fashion statement. His fingers caressed the nape of Xander’s neck as he unbuckled it, and the boy shivered delicately. No, a dom collar clearly had no place between them. Spike, for one, didn’t need a visual cue to know who was in control here.
Spike set the collar aside and Xander sat up, straddling his hips, to strip his shirt over his head. Spike practically purred in approval of the position, as well as the visual. Xander’s torso was lean and lightly muscled, as many boys’ were, before they discovered beer.
Thrusting upward a tick, Spike’s hands slid up Xander’s sides, thumbs erring northward until they could tease at the dusky brown nipples. The rib cage in his hands expanded and contracted with a slow, shaky breath.
“Grind against me,” Spike suggested, and immediately the boy’s hips did just that. Spike’s cock was butting against the part of Xander’s ass through two pair of jeans, and the friction of the rough material against his sensitized skin was titillatingly painful. His palms slid up and down on the smooth skin of the boy’s chest, encouraging the movement and stimulating his hardening nipples. Xander’s eyes were slightly glazed over and his lips were parted wetly.
Spike wanted to fuck him so badly he could taste it.
Too bad he couldn’t, yet. Whole trick of this business was not to push them too far, too fast. Xander was only this relaxed because he expected that Spike wanted a blowjob, something he was nervous about but willing to do, to please Spike. And probably because he had fantasized about it himself, though that was probably secondary in his mind at this point. Spike had a feeling that pushing things any further just now would send him bolting, regardless of the fact that this was his own tent.
Spike trailed one teasing finger down the naked torso until it bumped over the waistband of the jeans that were straining with a renewed erection. The marvels of youth. Xander’s breath quickened as his eyes slid shut.
“So,” Spike began in a low voice that made the boy’s eyes pop open. “Want to do this with the lamp on or off?”
A blush graced Xander’s cheeks as his eyes darted to the light source and back. “Does it matter?”
“Only if you care whether the people walkin’ by see a silhouette of your head bobbin’ in my lap.” When fresh color flared up the boy’s face, Spike refrained from mentioning that people would probably hear them anyway-because tent walls were thin, and Spike was loud. And had no shame.
“Oh. Well then, uh. Off.” Spike smiled up at him lazily for a long moment, making the kid shift restlessly against Spike’s hard-on, before reaching over and clicking the lever to plunge them into darkness.
There was still enough light outside the tent that Xander was backlit above him, but Spike was unable to properly see the color on his cheeks, the eager part of his lips, the excited dilation of his pupils. He would have preferred to leave the light on, but he’d anticipated long before the question had been asked that the boy would be more comfortable under the cover of darkness. Important to make him comfortable, for the sake of progress, but also, to make this a pleasant memory for Xander. To reduce the terror that must be boiling in his gut at the prospect of sucking off another man. Important too for Spike to ask the question, give the boy a choice, light or dark, even if he already knew what that choice would be. Otherwise, the lad may have nervously interpreted the gesture as an indicator that Spike thought him unattractive or would rather imagine someone else.
And Spike’s mates said he couldn’t strategize.
Spike pulled Xander down by the neck until his torso lay flush against his own. Xander breathed in quick nervous bursts against Spike’s mouth before Spike leaned up and grasped his lips, pulling him back down against the ground. One hand stroked the smooth cheek, soothing the ragged nerves until his breath calmed slightly. Spike nibbled at his mouth.
“Should I…um….”
Spike imagined that the boy was blushing again. More blood throbbed to his cock.
“Might be nice, yeah,” he answered, not unkindly. “Whenever you’re ready.”
There was a sharp bark of laughter above him. “Whenever I’m ready. That’s-” He laughed again. The boy sounded like he was near panicking, but bit down on what promised to be nervous babble.
Then Spike said something which pained him-literally, as hard as he was-but which was necessary.
“Don’t have to do this, you know.”
A murmured reassurance that Xander had an out. Luckily, the phrase did what it was designed to do, and the boy didn’t take him up on the offer. Spike was going to be crippled for life if he didn’t have those pink lips wrapped around his cock soon.
Xander took a deep breath, but then the babble he’d dammed up earlier burst forth. “No, I want to, I just…I’ve never done anything like…well I guess you know that, since you know I’ve never kissed anyone before. Although I could be like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman and give head all the time, but never kiss on the mouth. Out of principle. Oh God-not that I watch Pretty Woman. Much. Or give head. But uh-” There was a pause, and Spike could practically hear Xander scrambling mentally to recover from the embarrassing confession. “Can we just forget I said any of that?” he finished weakly.
Spike smirked in the darkness, charmed by the boy’s convoluted train of thought. “It’s a deal, mate. Now get down there and suck my cock like a good little whore.”
There was utter silence. Xander’s body was stiff and shocked above him.
“Kidding,” Spike said dryly, and grinned when Xander burst into relieved laughter. It was a cleaner, happier sound than his earlier hyena-like outburst, and Spike smiled to himself as he felt the tension go out of the boy.
Xander’s laughter wound down until he was just sitting atop Spike, sucking in deep droughts of air. Soon he shifted, and then knee-walked backwards silently, until he was kneeling between Spike’s legs. He fumbled with the button and zipper at Spike’s crotch, and Spike swallowed and closed his eyes, willing himself to be patient. His pants were pushed down his thighs, and then his cock was just bobbing freely in the air.
There was a long moment of stillness, in which he imagined that Xander was talking himself up to his task, with quite a few side trips into hysterical non-sequitors, if his earlier outburst was any indicator. Then a tentative hand closed around his cock, and squeezed a little. Spike shifted restlessly and made an encouraging sound deep in his throat.
The boy’s body weight shifted, and then a nervous tongue caressed the underside his head, wriggling against the sensitive skin, lips brushing his head and shaft.
The long moan was genuine, torn from his throat by razor’s edge anticipation and pleasure. “Ohh pet, that’s-” He panted, and swallowed the saliva pooling at the back of his throat. “Put your mouth around it,” he instructed.
Soft lips wrapped around his cock, anchoring themselves under the edge of his head, and a light tongue danced across his flesh. Spike’s body bowed up carefully, so turned on by everything that had led up to this moment that his skin was humming, now that it was here.
Unexpectedly, Xander applied a light amount of suction, and Spike grunted and thrust up further into Xander’s mouth on instinct. Caught by surprise, the boy made a small sound of distress and scraped Spike with his teeth.
“Sorry,” Spike mumbled breathlessly. Xander hummed an assent that made Spike want to crawl up the wall, and took his cue from Spike’s pelvis, sliding further down his shaft. Breathing heavily, Spike rubbed teasing fingers over his own nipple.
“That’s brilliant, Xan,” Spike praised as Xander withdrew and sank back onto him. All of Spike’s thoughts were bathed in wet heat. Xander’s tongue swept skittishly against his skin as his mouth eased back and forth. “Feels so good.” Spike’s body writhed under Xander’s mouth. He fought the instinct to thrust.
Xander took him too deep and choked a little, scaring himself.
“Careful,” Spike soothed as Xander sat up, no doubt working his throat against the burn. “Way you were going was fine, no need to take too much. Here, use your hand too, at the base. That way I get to feel you all over.”
Xander nodded in the dark, a mass of vague gray tones, and bent to apply this new advice. Spike’s breathing grew harsher and he slipped one hand into the boy’s soft thick hair. Xander stiffened slightly until he realized that Spike intended to do nothing other than hold on.
Spike’s hips twitched with the need to thrust. “Faster,” he begged. The urgency of his impending orgasm clutched at him. “Massage my sack,” he managed, and when a clumsy, warm hand clasped him, squeezing and rubbing and tugging, Spike shuddered violently.
“Fuck, Xander. Coming,” he warned, just before he shot into the boy’s mouth. Xander gagged in surprise before swallowing, but released Spike prematurely to spurt all over his shirt and belly.
After he came down, Spike stripped off his soiled shirt and used it to mop the rest of the come off his belly. Xander was awkward and stiff, sitting before him.
Spike shifted up on his knees and wrapped himself around the boy. “That was bloody brilliant,” he said sincerely, because it was, for a first try, and Xander beamed so brightly that it was visible even in the dark. Spike kissed him gratefully, and then closed one seeking hand over the bulge in the boy’s jeans.
“Lay back,” Spike nudged. He was more than ready to be unconscious, but this wouldn’t take long. One good turn, and all that rot. He tongued the boy’s navel as he released him from his pants, and Xander squirmed enough to be helpful in getting the waistband of his jeans and underwear down past his hips.
Spike nipped sharply at the tender skin just above the dark wiry curls, and Xander whimpered pleasantly. When Spike licked up his cock in one long stripe, Xander’s body seized upward with excitement.
In fact, it took only a few bobs and Spike’s firm fingers running against the seam of the boy’s ass before he came. Spike sank down deep on the trembling body, swallowing the head of the boy’s cock into his throat, and Xander cried out high and grasped at the bedding as he emptied himself into Spike’s gut.
Spike pulled back when the boy was done, licking his lips clean. He tugged up Xander’s pants and his own, and collapsed onto his stomach, yanking the pillow half out from under the shaggy head for a place to lay his own, as the boy was still reeling from orgasm. He let his eyes drift closed.
And sighed when the lad started to speak. “Wow. Um, thanks. I mean, I’m sure that was a lot better than mine. But practice makes perfect, right?” He backpeddled in panic of offense. “Not that I think you’ve had a lot of practice! Well, maybe you have, but I’m not saying that-”
“Xander,” Spike interrupted wearily.
“…Yeah?”
Spike threw an arm over the boy’s waist. It was more possessive than affectionate, but it would reassure him. “Go to sleep, yeah?”
There was a silence, with the elastic stomach rising and falling peacefully against the crook of his elbow. “Ok. Yeah. I can do that.”
Spike was asleep before the boy had the opportunity to relax beneath his arm.
~*~*~*~
end part 2
Xander's First Morning After thisaway
Author: Mel (btvslover82)
Pairing: Spander
Rating: NC-17 slash
Summary: human AU; Xander goes to a multi-day music festival to celebrate his 16th birthday alone and runs across a dubiously intentioned older Spike
Warning: pwp. underage sex, obviously. Erm. Anything else that might come along, I’ll warn about later.
Disclaimer: the characters belong to Joss and ME...alas, alack.
Feedback: please :)
beta'd by sparrow2000
previous installments are here
A/N: for those of you who may have read part 1 before I added a warning of my developing intentions, I say: this is not careening towards shippiness, for reasons that seem fairly obvious. Also, there will be exhibitionism, voyeurism, and quite possibly a threesome (with a woman), so please don’t be surprised or wounded if other buffyverse people come out to play. That said…on with the spander perviness!
part 2
The boy’s tent was small, two-man, but they didn’t need a lot of room for what they were about, so that was fine. Tomorrow they’d just have to stay in Spike’s, since they’d need the stretching room, if he had any say.
Spike sat back on the sleeping bag that took up the whole tent, and Xander crouched on his knees, smiling nervously in the lantern light.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” he joked.
Spike just lay back and studied Xander for a moment. Lad was uncertain of himself. Saw this as a life-altering event, which Spike supposed it was, for him. Though unlike some boys, Spike could see that this one had already known he liked men. Didn’t put up nearly as much of a fuss as the ones who didn’t know or didn’t want to know. Those were always more work, though for the rebel in Spike, the bastard, the man who couldn’t leave well enough alone, they also brought a dizzying kind of glee. To bend someone’s self-image. To be that event that forever marked two segments of a person’s life: before, and after.
He liked to think of it as his claim to immortality. He was a liaison from the closet, if you will.
Xander began to fidget under the silent attention, uncertain what to do with himself. His heart must be pounding. Didn’t know the rules or the protocol. He was a blank slate, and it made Spike just want to sink his teeth in and have a taste. Spike’s lot was always pestering him about why he did this sometimes, picked up young inexperienced boys, but this was why. This nervousness, this shyness. Later, their enthusiasm. They reminded Spike of things he’d forgotten and lost. Reminded him of a time when sex was new, as fascinating and compelling as it was terrifying. It was intoxicating and refreshing, to immerse himself in their innocence, for they were, even when they weren’t virgins. Couldn’t help but be innocent when you were that age. And when they were untouched, Spike liked to think that he did them a favor by making their first time something pleasant.
Outstanding, come to that.
Spike liked his women knowledgeable and jaded…but in boys, he couldn’t resist a fresh face. And Xander here was as fresh as they came. Never even been kissed, with his soft floppy hair and pleading puppy eyes.
“C’mere,” Spike beckoned. The boy crawled over, and Spike settled his awkward puppy-bulk over him. Xander kissed him enthusiastically, even though Spike could feel his chest rapidly expanding and deflating with anxiety. Boy had picked up kissing fairly quickly, which was promising for things to come.
When Spike began to fuck the boy’s mouth with his tongue, all the tension drained out of the slender body above him until it was acquiescent and squirming. Spike moaned and ran his hands down the healthy muscles of his back to clutch at the lad’s arse, pressing it down into him, causing Xander to whimper in the most appealing way. Xander would grow into his hands and feet eventually, and Spike reckoned he’d be big enough someday to be a brilliantly domineering top…but not before Spike had gotten inside of him to school him in just how pleasurable it could be to be penetrated. He’d meant it when he said that everything about Xander begged Spike to fuck him. Since that first moment when Spike had looked over and seen the boy gawking at him in lust and hero worship, Spike had instantly recognized that it was his lucky day.
Spike’s hands slid from that lush ass to gather the material of Xander’s shirt upward. “Let’s get you out of this shirt, eh, little one?”
Xander made a noise in his throat and started to sit up, but first Spike removed the piece of fetish wear that the boy had taken for a fashion statement. His fingers caressed the nape of Xander’s neck as he unbuckled it, and the boy shivered delicately. No, a dom collar clearly had no place between them. Spike, for one, didn’t need a visual cue to know who was in control here.
Spike set the collar aside and Xander sat up, straddling his hips, to strip his shirt over his head. Spike practically purred in approval of the position, as well as the visual. Xander’s torso was lean and lightly muscled, as many boys’ were, before they discovered beer.
Thrusting upward a tick, Spike’s hands slid up Xander’s sides, thumbs erring northward until they could tease at the dusky brown nipples. The rib cage in his hands expanded and contracted with a slow, shaky breath.
“Grind against me,” Spike suggested, and immediately the boy’s hips did just that. Spike’s cock was butting against the part of Xander’s ass through two pair of jeans, and the friction of the rough material against his sensitized skin was titillatingly painful. His palms slid up and down on the smooth skin of the boy’s chest, encouraging the movement and stimulating his hardening nipples. Xander’s eyes were slightly glazed over and his lips were parted wetly.
Spike wanted to fuck him so badly he could taste it.
Too bad he couldn’t, yet. Whole trick of this business was not to push them too far, too fast. Xander was only this relaxed because he expected that Spike wanted a blowjob, something he was nervous about but willing to do, to please Spike. And probably because he had fantasized about it himself, though that was probably secondary in his mind at this point. Spike had a feeling that pushing things any further just now would send him bolting, regardless of the fact that this was his own tent.
Spike trailed one teasing finger down the naked torso until it bumped over the waistband of the jeans that were straining with a renewed erection. The marvels of youth. Xander’s breath quickened as his eyes slid shut.
“So,” Spike began in a low voice that made the boy’s eyes pop open. “Want to do this with the lamp on or off?”
A blush graced Xander’s cheeks as his eyes darted to the light source and back. “Does it matter?”
“Only if you care whether the people walkin’ by see a silhouette of your head bobbin’ in my lap.” When fresh color flared up the boy’s face, Spike refrained from mentioning that people would probably hear them anyway-because tent walls were thin, and Spike was loud. And had no shame.
“Oh. Well then, uh. Off.” Spike smiled up at him lazily for a long moment, making the kid shift restlessly against Spike’s hard-on, before reaching over and clicking the lever to plunge them into darkness.
There was still enough light outside the tent that Xander was backlit above him, but Spike was unable to properly see the color on his cheeks, the eager part of his lips, the excited dilation of his pupils. He would have preferred to leave the light on, but he’d anticipated long before the question had been asked that the boy would be more comfortable under the cover of darkness. Important to make him comfortable, for the sake of progress, but also, to make this a pleasant memory for Xander. To reduce the terror that must be boiling in his gut at the prospect of sucking off another man. Important too for Spike to ask the question, give the boy a choice, light or dark, even if he already knew what that choice would be. Otherwise, the lad may have nervously interpreted the gesture as an indicator that Spike thought him unattractive or would rather imagine someone else.
And Spike’s mates said he couldn’t strategize.
Spike pulled Xander down by the neck until his torso lay flush against his own. Xander breathed in quick nervous bursts against Spike’s mouth before Spike leaned up and grasped his lips, pulling him back down against the ground. One hand stroked the smooth cheek, soothing the ragged nerves until his breath calmed slightly. Spike nibbled at his mouth.
“Should I…um….”
Spike imagined that the boy was blushing again. More blood throbbed to his cock.
“Might be nice, yeah,” he answered, not unkindly. “Whenever you’re ready.”
There was a sharp bark of laughter above him. “Whenever I’m ready. That’s-” He laughed again. The boy sounded like he was near panicking, but bit down on what promised to be nervous babble.
Then Spike said something which pained him-literally, as hard as he was-but which was necessary.
“Don’t have to do this, you know.”
A murmured reassurance that Xander had an out. Luckily, the phrase did what it was designed to do, and the boy didn’t take him up on the offer. Spike was going to be crippled for life if he didn’t have those pink lips wrapped around his cock soon.
Xander took a deep breath, but then the babble he’d dammed up earlier burst forth. “No, I want to, I just…I’ve never done anything like…well I guess you know that, since you know I’ve never kissed anyone before. Although I could be like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman and give head all the time, but never kiss on the mouth. Out of principle. Oh God-not that I watch Pretty Woman. Much. Or give head. But uh-” There was a pause, and Spike could practically hear Xander scrambling mentally to recover from the embarrassing confession. “Can we just forget I said any of that?” he finished weakly.
Spike smirked in the darkness, charmed by the boy’s convoluted train of thought. “It’s a deal, mate. Now get down there and suck my cock like a good little whore.”
There was utter silence. Xander’s body was stiff and shocked above him.
“Kidding,” Spike said dryly, and grinned when Xander burst into relieved laughter. It was a cleaner, happier sound than his earlier hyena-like outburst, and Spike smiled to himself as he felt the tension go out of the boy.
Xander’s laughter wound down until he was just sitting atop Spike, sucking in deep droughts of air. Soon he shifted, and then knee-walked backwards silently, until he was kneeling between Spike’s legs. He fumbled with the button and zipper at Spike’s crotch, and Spike swallowed and closed his eyes, willing himself to be patient. His pants were pushed down his thighs, and then his cock was just bobbing freely in the air.
There was a long moment of stillness, in which he imagined that Xander was talking himself up to his task, with quite a few side trips into hysterical non-sequitors, if his earlier outburst was any indicator. Then a tentative hand closed around his cock, and squeezed a little. Spike shifted restlessly and made an encouraging sound deep in his throat.
The boy’s body weight shifted, and then a nervous tongue caressed the underside his head, wriggling against the sensitive skin, lips brushing his head and shaft.
The long moan was genuine, torn from his throat by razor’s edge anticipation and pleasure. “Ohh pet, that’s-” He panted, and swallowed the saliva pooling at the back of his throat. “Put your mouth around it,” he instructed.
Soft lips wrapped around his cock, anchoring themselves under the edge of his head, and a light tongue danced across his flesh. Spike’s body bowed up carefully, so turned on by everything that had led up to this moment that his skin was humming, now that it was here.
Unexpectedly, Xander applied a light amount of suction, and Spike grunted and thrust up further into Xander’s mouth on instinct. Caught by surprise, the boy made a small sound of distress and scraped Spike with his teeth.
“Sorry,” Spike mumbled breathlessly. Xander hummed an assent that made Spike want to crawl up the wall, and took his cue from Spike’s pelvis, sliding further down his shaft. Breathing heavily, Spike rubbed teasing fingers over his own nipple.
“That’s brilliant, Xan,” Spike praised as Xander withdrew and sank back onto him. All of Spike’s thoughts were bathed in wet heat. Xander’s tongue swept skittishly against his skin as his mouth eased back and forth. “Feels so good.” Spike’s body writhed under Xander’s mouth. He fought the instinct to thrust.
Xander took him too deep and choked a little, scaring himself.
“Careful,” Spike soothed as Xander sat up, no doubt working his throat against the burn. “Way you were going was fine, no need to take too much. Here, use your hand too, at the base. That way I get to feel you all over.”
Xander nodded in the dark, a mass of vague gray tones, and bent to apply this new advice. Spike’s breathing grew harsher and he slipped one hand into the boy’s soft thick hair. Xander stiffened slightly until he realized that Spike intended to do nothing other than hold on.
Spike’s hips twitched with the need to thrust. “Faster,” he begged. The urgency of his impending orgasm clutched at him. “Massage my sack,” he managed, and when a clumsy, warm hand clasped him, squeezing and rubbing and tugging, Spike shuddered violently.
“Fuck, Xander. Coming,” he warned, just before he shot into the boy’s mouth. Xander gagged in surprise before swallowing, but released Spike prematurely to spurt all over his shirt and belly.
After he came down, Spike stripped off his soiled shirt and used it to mop the rest of the come off his belly. Xander was awkward and stiff, sitting before him.
Spike shifted up on his knees and wrapped himself around the boy. “That was bloody brilliant,” he said sincerely, because it was, for a first try, and Xander beamed so brightly that it was visible even in the dark. Spike kissed him gratefully, and then closed one seeking hand over the bulge in the boy’s jeans.
“Lay back,” Spike nudged. He was more than ready to be unconscious, but this wouldn’t take long. One good turn, and all that rot. He tongued the boy’s navel as he released him from his pants, and Xander squirmed enough to be helpful in getting the waistband of his jeans and underwear down past his hips.
Spike nipped sharply at the tender skin just above the dark wiry curls, and Xander whimpered pleasantly. When Spike licked up his cock in one long stripe, Xander’s body seized upward with excitement.
In fact, it took only a few bobs and Spike’s firm fingers running against the seam of the boy’s ass before he came. Spike sank down deep on the trembling body, swallowing the head of the boy’s cock into his throat, and Xander cried out high and grasped at the bedding as he emptied himself into Spike’s gut.
Spike pulled back when the boy was done, licking his lips clean. He tugged up Xander’s pants and his own, and collapsed onto his stomach, yanking the pillow half out from under the shaggy head for a place to lay his own, as the boy was still reeling from orgasm. He let his eyes drift closed.
And sighed when the lad started to speak. “Wow. Um, thanks. I mean, I’m sure that was a lot better than mine. But practice makes perfect, right?” He backpeddled in panic of offense. “Not that I think you’ve had a lot of practice! Well, maybe you have, but I’m not saying that-”
“Xander,” Spike interrupted wearily.
“…Yeah?”
Spike threw an arm over the boy’s waist. It was more possessive than affectionate, but it would reassure him. “Go to sleep, yeah?”
There was a silence, with the elastic stomach rising and falling peacefully against the crook of his elbow. “Ok. Yeah. I can do that.”
Spike was asleep before the boy had the opportunity to relax beneath his arm.
~*~*~*~
end part 2
Xander's First Morning After thisaway