Playing Games
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Threesomes/Moresomes › Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
14,281
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Playing Games
Summary: In this game, Alexander needs extra credit help from his professor.
Prologue-one year ago
“Xander, I’m bored.”
Xander looked up from the comic he was reading. “You’re always bored, Spike. Why don’t you go kill something? Or find a hobby.”
Several minutes of blessed silence then…
“Xander, I’m still bored. Why won’t you do something? Don’t you love me anymore?”
Xander sighed. He loved Spike, he really did. But some days, having a relationship with the chipped vamp was like having a two year old. You constantly had to keep him entertained or he’d get into trouble. Xander put down his comic and went to lay down next to Spike on the bed.
“That’s a stupid question. You know I love you.”
Spike smiled happily. “I know. I’m just…”
“I know. Bored. So what do you want to do?”
Xander, will you play a game with me?”
Xander was completely clueless. “What, like Monopoly or cards or something.”
Spike snorted. “Not exactly , pet.” He rolled on top of Xander and pressed his hardening length into the human’s groin. “Xander, have you ever heard of role playing?”
****************************
And that was how it started. Spike was extremely creative and over the last twelve months the pair had tried many different scenarios. Xander wasn’t as creative as Spike but he had a knack for fitting whatever scene Spike came up with. Tonight he’d come home to find a note taped to the fridge.
Sunnydale U, Bldg 12, Room 4. 8:00 sharp. Meeting with Professor William.
Xander grinned. This was one of their favorites. He showered and dressed in casual jeans and a T-shirt. Grabbing a worn book bag from the hall closet he headed to the college.
*****************************
Alexander raised a hand and knocked nervously. He was failing English Lit and if his parents found out they were gonna kill him.
“Come in.” the voice behind the door was smooth with just the faintest trace of a British accent.
Alexander entered the office and closed the door. Professor William was seated behind a large oak desk, grading papers. He wore a maroon shirt with a striped tie and gold wire-rimmed glasses. He looked up as his student entered the room.
“Alexander Harris isn’t it? Sophomore Lit.”
“Yes, sir. I…I was hoping you might have a minute to talk to me.”
Professor William waved him into the chair across from the desk. “What can I help you with, Alexander?”
“I know my grade in your class is falling and I was hoping I could maybe have some extra credit to help bring it up.”
Professor William sat back in his chair and regarded Alexander carefully. “As I stated at the beginning of the semester, Mr. Harris, I’m not a believer in extra credit. I fully expect my students to do the work given to them and I base their grades on that. If you need help maybe you should consider a tutor.”
Alexander looked at him pleadingly. “I know what you said, sir, but I’m really desperate. I can’t afford a tutor and anyway I don’t think it would help pull my grade up enough to make a difference. I can’t fail this semester, Professor. I’m gonna get kicked out of school if I fail another class.”
Professor William regarded him solemnly. “I don’t know what I can do for you, Mr. Harris. If I change the rules for you I would have to change them for everyone else. I‘m afraid there‘s nothing I can do.”
Alexander panicked. “Professor William. Please. I can’t get kicked out of school. I…my parents…please Professor. I’ll do anything.”
The professor arched one elegant eyebrow. “Anything?”
Alexander gulped at the look on the other man’s face. Surely he didn’t mean what Alexander thought he meant.
“Sir?”
“You said anything, Mr. Harris. I’m merely wondering if you mean it.” And he let his gaze drop to the front of the young man’s jeans before moving up to once again stare in Alexander’s eyes.
Oh my God. He was serious. He, Alexander Harris, was being propositioned by his teacher. He wasn’t sure he wanted to do this but he didn’t really have a choice. He was desperate.
He took a deep breath and said, “Yes, sir. I meant it. Anything.”
The professor pushed his chair back slightly from his desk. “Come here, Alexander.”
The boy rose and came around the desk.
“On your knees.”
Alexander’s eyes widened but he obeyed.
“Good boy. Come closer.” When Alexander had moved between his spread thighs the older man said, “Good.” William reached down and unzipped his slacks. He slid his hand inside and took out his cock. “Touch me.”
Alexander reached out and ran a finger along the length of hard cock in front him. The soft touch brought a groan from the older man.
“More.”
Alexander obeyed. He reached out and carefully grasped William’s cock and began to stroke it. He wasn’t really sure what to do but he’d done this to himself often enough so it shouldn’t be too hard. He began long smooth strokes that soon elicited a moan from William.
“Put your mouth on me.”
Alexander looked up, startled. He’s never done that before. Professor William just looked at him, expression inscrutable. Alexander tipped his head down and lightly licked just the head of William’s cock.
“Yessss.” The word is a low moan that goes straight to the younger man’s own cock. He reached out and gently licked the head again before dragging his tongue along the entire length of William’s erection. Then he bent his head and slowly took the other man’s cock an inch at a time. The professor’s hips rose slightly off the chair and one hand came up to run through the boy’s hair.
“Very good, boy.”
Alexander began a slow deep sucking and William closed his eyes at the blissful sensation. He opened them again to watch the dark head bobbing gently in his lap. It was an erotic sight and William felt his control slipping. When a soft hand gently squeezed his sac he groaned and arched off the chair. He began to rock his hips forward, forcing the boy to take more of his cock.
“Relax and let me in.”
Alexander relaxed his throat as best he could and allowed the older man to fuck his mouth. He moaned and the vibration in his throat sent pleasure traveling along the shaft in his mouth.
William hissed. “Christ, boy. Too good. Gonna come soon if you keep that up.”
Alexander lifted his gaze to catch William’s…and moaned again.
“Fuck!” William’s hand tightened in the dark hair, holding the young man’s head still for him. Several deep thrusts later and he was coming in the warmth of Alexander’s mouth.
Alexander swallowed every drop then leaned back slightly on his heels. For long minutes there was no sound in the room except harsh panting as the Professor regained his control.
William carefully tucked his now soft cock back into his pants and zipped up. Then he looked at his student with a slight smile. “I can safely say that your extra credit work has earned you a passing grade in this class. Now have a nice evening, Alexander.”
Alexander rose from his knees, grabbed his backpack, and headed for the door. “Thanks for the help, Professor.”
“Anytime, Mr. Harris. Anytime.” And he returned to the papers in front of him.
***********************************
Xander quietly closed the door behind him and headed for home. He was so hard he ached but he wasn’t too worried about that. Spike would take care of him as soon as he got home. Grinning to himself, Xander began to run.
Prologue-one year ago
“Xander, I’m bored.”
Xander looked up from the comic he was reading. “You’re always bored, Spike. Why don’t you go kill something? Or find a hobby.”
Several minutes of blessed silence then…
“Xander, I’m still bored. Why won’t you do something? Don’t you love me anymore?”
Xander sighed. He loved Spike, he really did. But some days, having a relationship with the chipped vamp was like having a two year old. You constantly had to keep him entertained or he’d get into trouble. Xander put down his comic and went to lay down next to Spike on the bed.
“That’s a stupid question. You know I love you.”
Spike smiled happily. “I know. I’m just…”
“I know. Bored. So what do you want to do?”
Xander, will you play a game with me?”
Xander was completely clueless. “What, like Monopoly or cards or something.”
Spike snorted. “Not exactly , pet.” He rolled on top of Xander and pressed his hardening length into the human’s groin. “Xander, have you ever heard of role playing?”
****************************
And that was how it started. Spike was extremely creative and over the last twelve months the pair had tried many different scenarios. Xander wasn’t as creative as Spike but he had a knack for fitting whatever scene Spike came up with. Tonight he’d come home to find a note taped to the fridge.
Sunnydale U, Bldg 12, Room 4. 8:00 sharp. Meeting with Professor William.
Xander grinned. This was one of their favorites. He showered and dressed in casual jeans and a T-shirt. Grabbing a worn book bag from the hall closet he headed to the college.
*****************************
Alexander raised a hand and knocked nervously. He was failing English Lit and if his parents found out they were gonna kill him.
“Come in.” the voice behind the door was smooth with just the faintest trace of a British accent.
Alexander entered the office and closed the door. Professor William was seated behind a large oak desk, grading papers. He wore a maroon shirt with a striped tie and gold wire-rimmed glasses. He looked up as his student entered the room.
“Alexander Harris isn’t it? Sophomore Lit.”
“Yes, sir. I…I was hoping you might have a minute to talk to me.”
Professor William waved him into the chair across from the desk. “What can I help you with, Alexander?”
“I know my grade in your class is falling and I was hoping I could maybe have some extra credit to help bring it up.”
Professor William sat back in his chair and regarded Alexander carefully. “As I stated at the beginning of the semester, Mr. Harris, I’m not a believer in extra credit. I fully expect my students to do the work given to them and I base their grades on that. If you need help maybe you should consider a tutor.”
Alexander looked at him pleadingly. “I know what you said, sir, but I’m really desperate. I can’t afford a tutor and anyway I don’t think it would help pull my grade up enough to make a difference. I can’t fail this semester, Professor. I’m gonna get kicked out of school if I fail another class.”
Professor William regarded him solemnly. “I don’t know what I can do for you, Mr. Harris. If I change the rules for you I would have to change them for everyone else. I‘m afraid there‘s nothing I can do.”
Alexander panicked. “Professor William. Please. I can’t get kicked out of school. I…my parents…please Professor. I’ll do anything.”
The professor arched one elegant eyebrow. “Anything?”
Alexander gulped at the look on the other man’s face. Surely he didn’t mean what Alexander thought he meant.
“Sir?”
“You said anything, Mr. Harris. I’m merely wondering if you mean it.” And he let his gaze drop to the front of the young man’s jeans before moving up to once again stare in Alexander’s eyes.
Oh my God. He was serious. He, Alexander Harris, was being propositioned by his teacher. He wasn’t sure he wanted to do this but he didn’t really have a choice. He was desperate.
He took a deep breath and said, “Yes, sir. I meant it. Anything.”
The professor pushed his chair back slightly from his desk. “Come here, Alexander.”
The boy rose and came around the desk.
“On your knees.”
Alexander’s eyes widened but he obeyed.
“Good boy. Come closer.” When Alexander had moved between his spread thighs the older man said, “Good.” William reached down and unzipped his slacks. He slid his hand inside and took out his cock. “Touch me.”
Alexander reached out and ran a finger along the length of hard cock in front him. The soft touch brought a groan from the older man.
“More.”
Alexander obeyed. He reached out and carefully grasped William’s cock and began to stroke it. He wasn’t really sure what to do but he’d done this to himself often enough so it shouldn’t be too hard. He began long smooth strokes that soon elicited a moan from William.
“Put your mouth on me.”
Alexander looked up, startled. He’s never done that before. Professor William just looked at him, expression inscrutable. Alexander tipped his head down and lightly licked just the head of William’s cock.
“Yessss.” The word is a low moan that goes straight to the younger man’s own cock. He reached out and gently licked the head again before dragging his tongue along the entire length of William’s erection. Then he bent his head and slowly took the other man’s cock an inch at a time. The professor’s hips rose slightly off the chair and one hand came up to run through the boy’s hair.
“Very good, boy.”
Alexander began a slow deep sucking and William closed his eyes at the blissful sensation. He opened them again to watch the dark head bobbing gently in his lap. It was an erotic sight and William felt his control slipping. When a soft hand gently squeezed his sac he groaned and arched off the chair. He began to rock his hips forward, forcing the boy to take more of his cock.
“Relax and let me in.”
Alexander relaxed his throat as best he could and allowed the older man to fuck his mouth. He moaned and the vibration in his throat sent pleasure traveling along the shaft in his mouth.
William hissed. “Christ, boy. Too good. Gonna come soon if you keep that up.”
Alexander lifted his gaze to catch William’s…and moaned again.
“Fuck!” William’s hand tightened in the dark hair, holding the young man’s head still for him. Several deep thrusts later and he was coming in the warmth of Alexander’s mouth.
Alexander swallowed every drop then leaned back slightly on his heels. For long minutes there was no sound in the room except harsh panting as the Professor regained his control.
William carefully tucked his now soft cock back into his pants and zipped up. Then he looked at his student with a slight smile. “I can safely say that your extra credit work has earned you a passing grade in this class. Now have a nice evening, Alexander.”
Alexander rose from his knees, grabbed his backpack, and headed for the door. “Thanks for the help, Professor.”
“Anytime, Mr. Harris. Anytime.” And he returned to the papers in front of him.
***********************************
Xander quietly closed the door behind him and headed for home. He was so hard he ached but he wasn’t too worried about that. Spike would take care of him as soon as he got home. Grinning to himself, Xander began to run.