Postcards from a Hotel Room

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Spike blew out a hard breath. It had already been a long night, and he just wanted to go home and bathe - get the stench of strangers' hands off of him. But Giles said go, so here he was.

When he knocked on the hotel room door in front of him, he was answered by a pleasant tenor. "One sec!" He laughed softly at the sounds of something being dropped behind the door. After a minute, the guy, frantically still trying to wipe some sort of crap off his hands, finally opened the door and Spike got a nice surprise.

This guy was young, not his typical old man customer. More importantly, he was *cute* - dark hair, nice face, good muscles. This was going to be a *big* change from his normal routine. Spike couldn't help but smile. He started to put his hand out to shake, but the guy was still trying to get the stuff off, so he crammed them in his pockets instead. "Xander Harris? Giles sent me."

At that, Xander looked up, a bit surprised. "Oh... you're here already? Had - hadn't expected anyone for a couple of hours yet." Apparently realizing he was still blocking the door, he backed up, swinging the door in further as he did. "Um... please come on in."

Spike swaggered through the door, and Xander kind of gestured further in with his head. "I need to get this crap off - excuse me a sec? Go ahead and make yourself comfortable." With that, he disappeared into the bathroom.

Spike sighed - still gonna be a wham, bam, here's your money then, kind of night. Oh, well. Swinging his duster off, he laid it gently over the dresser and started to shimmy out of his clothes. By the time Xander came back out of the bathroom, Spike had his shirt off, pants undone, and was sitting down taking his boots off when he heard the door open. "So, I've never...eep!"

Spike looked up from his boots to see Xander frozen in the doorway with an absolutely gob-smacked look on his face. "Wh - what are you doing??" He squeaked.

"Getting m'kit off so we can fuck," Spike said, perfectly matter of fact. Xander still looked shocked. "What the fuck did you think I was here for?"

At that, Xander blushed bright red and looked down. "Well, yeah, but I've never done this before, so I'm not sure -"

"What? Just consider me a one night stand who you don't have to negotiate with and will do what you feel like, mate." The blush on Xander's face got even darker, if that was even possible. "Oh, Christ. Don't tell me - not only the first time calling a prostitute, but the first time you've fucked around with a guy?" Xander didn't say anything, but nodded jerkily.

"Right then." Spike thought for a moment - several of the other guys in Giles' stable had had calls like this, where a first timer went to a renter, but he'd never actually done it himself. "First things first. Do you know what you want me to do?" Xander hesitated, and then shook his head slowly. "For fuck's sake. Look. I fuck, I suck, I rim. Top or bottom, or any way you want it. You must have some fucking idea, or you wouldn't have wasted your money on hiring a fucking prostitute." Spike moved up into Xander's space. "When you close your eyes at night and pretend so you can get your end away, what are you thinking about?"

Xander dropped his eyes and mumbled something that Spike didn't quite catch. "What was that, mate?"

Without lifting his eyes, Xander spoke a little louder. "Fucking a guy."

"See, that wasn't so hard, now, was it? So, you wanna fuck me? You ever do that with a girl?" When Xander shook his head no, Spike's heart sunk a bit. He sure hoped that Xander was wiling to take some advice, or this could get painful. Very painful. "Well, like sex with anyone, first thing is to take your clothes off, okay?"

Spike moved back to the chair he'd been perched on, and resumed undoing his boots, carefully NOT looking at Xander. When he stood up to shed his jeans, Xander had taken off his shirt, and had his hands on his belt buckle, but seemed frozen in place, staring at Spike. Finished stripping out of his clothes, and palming a couple of condoms, Spike moved over to him, and sank to his knees gracefully. "Need a hand there, mate?" Xander nodded jerkily.

Well, no one ever claimed that they didn't get their money's worth out of good ol' Spike, so he undid Xander's slacks and slid them down carefully to keep from catching on the boy's erection. Fuck. Not only a virgin but he was hung, too. Spike could really be in for a world of hurt here. Some quick thinking, and he came up with a plan to make sure that Xander would be calm enough to listen to his advice.

Without a word, he unwrapped one of the condoms, added a bit of lube to the inside and rolled it down Xander's cock. Not giving him a chance to say anything, Spike then proceeded to show off exactly why Giles tended to send him to johns who were picky about getting head. He licked, he nibbled, he sucked. Within moments, Xander was shaking, hands moving over Spike's shoulders and head like he wasn't sure where to grab. Another moment, and he came with a low groan.

Spike pulled off Xander's cock with a "pop". Removing the soiled condom, he tied a knot in it and tossed it towards the trashcan. Rising to his feet, he took in the still gasping man. His mouth was moving, but no words were actually making it out. Spike could guess what he was asking, though. "Wanted to make sure that you'd be good for fucking, there, boyo. By the time I'm ready, you'll be hard again, no worries."

"Ready?"

Cupping the still half hard cock with one hand, Spike grinned. "Most guys aren't equipped with a monster like this one, mate. Gonna need to get a bit stretched, or you're going to hurt me, bad, with that thing." Xander's coloring, which had returned somewhat to his normal dusky shade, immediately flushed again. "So, you wanna do it, or do you wanna watch me do it?"

Xander just looked confused.

"Give me strength," muttered Spike. Grabbing the boy by one hand, he dragged him over to the bed, snagging up the tube of slick on the way. Plopping down on the bed, he hauled on Xander till he was situated between his legs and flopped backwards. Opening the slick and squeezing some out on his fingers, he raised one leg and started working one finger in and out, just spreading out the lube to start with. Of course he'd be sent to a fucking horse on a night when everyone else wanted blow- and hand- jobs - so he wasn't even a bit stretched out.

“When you go to fuck someone with that monster, you don’t want to hurt them, right? So you’re going to want to stretch ‘em out a bit, see? Get lots of lube up their arse; get the muscles to relax a bit. Then you won’t have to fight their body to get your pole in place.” While he’d been talking, Spike had added another finger. He stopped moving when he felt a hand resting on his wrist.

“Can I - “ Xander swallowed audibly. “Can I do that? I mean, to you?”

“Sure, pet.” Spike handed the lube over and propped his head up on one arm so he could see Xander better. He quickly smothered a grin at the amount of lube that Xander slathered over his fingers. When Xander hesitantly touched his hole with one finger, he moaned a bit to encourage him. Having steeling himself visibly, Xander gently slid one finger in.

“You’re so… so tight.”

“Uh, huh. And in a minute, that’s gonna be wrapped around your cock. Best ride there is, mate. Now, why don’t you go ahead and add another finger there?” When Xander had just as slowly added another finger, Spike reached around his own leg to get a grip on Xander’s wrist, encouraging him to finger fuck him. “That’s it, pet. Feel how it’s still tight, but moving is getting easier? Now, that’s your cue to add one more.” The third finger was a bit of stretch – the kid had big hands to go with the big cock – and Spike allowed himself to pant a bit through the burn. When he could feel the muscles relaxing, he pulled lightly at Xander’s wrist. “That’s enough, Xander.”

Once Xander had pulled his fingers out, Spike sat up a little and got a condom. He used the slick he still had on his hand to slick up Xander’s cock before he rolled it on. “So, how do you want me, pet? Hands and knees, stomach, back?”

Xander thought for a moment and then said, “Hands and knees, please?”

“Right you are, mate.” Spike flipped himself over and got into position. There was a brief pause and then Xander was settling slowly between his legs. Then there were hands on his cheeks and something big and blunt poking at his entrance with WAY too much force. Spike deliberately dropped onto his stomach, and looked back at Xander over his shoulder. “Mate, you have GOT to take it easy and go slow, okay? I’m not going to change my mind like some bint – I’m a sure thing. No need to rush.”

Xander bit his lip and nodded. “Sorry, Spike.”

Spike waited a moment, and then pushed himself back up. This time, when Xander was lined up, he pushed with a great deal more finesse and a great deal less force. “Slow, slow, mate. There you go…” A deep breathe, and a deliberate relaxation of his arse, and Xander slid all the way in. He froze a moment, and then started thrusting. For a moment, he remembered to be gentle, and by the time he was too lost in sensation to stay gentle, Spike was ready for it.

It didn’t take long – Xander started pounding and within moments was shooting his load. Spike just panted through it, and braced himself for Xander’s weight when he collapsed. Surprisingly, Xander managed to catch himself with one arm on either side of Spike. When he’d caught his breath and started to pull out, Spike stopped him with a hand on the arm. “Gotta grab the rubber by the base, okay, pet? Don’t want it sliding off inside of me, right?”

Xander’s head nodded against Spike’s back, and then he was moving. A moment after he had pulled loose, Spike heard the wet “splat” of another condom hitting the floor. When Xander had gotten off of him entirely, Spike flipped over so he was on his back and started to roll to his feet. Xander was looking down, but he reached out and placed a hand on Spike’s arm. “Sorry. I know that was pretty bad for you. Some way I can make it up to you?”

Surprised, Spike just stared for a moment. Johns didn’t care about a renter’s pleasure…

Xander looked up when he didn’t answer right away. Spike did NOT want to get into this. He just wanted to get home. Sliding free of Xander’s hand, he headed back to his clothes. “Nah, mate. I’m good.” Yanking his pants up and sliding his feet into his boots, he dared a look at the boy’s face, which was closed off. Hiding hurt, no doubt. Damn.

“Look, Xander. It really *is* okay. Tell you what, you decide that you want to try it from the other side and you wanna hire someone for that? Call Giles and ask for me, okay?”

With that, Spike pulled his shirt on, grabbed his duster, and headed out the door.