Speed Demon

Chapter Ten

Rock music blared amid the sound of cars cranking, shouts and laughter. Xander kept a close eye on Spike as they worked, but he seemed to have recovered from whatever his sister had said to upset him earlier.

It was harder than he had thought it would be to hide what he felt for the boy around the others. He wanted to touch him, even just a little, but was afraid people would pick up on it and ask questions Spike wasn’t ready to answer. Even his looks towards the blonde were as brief and expressionless as he could make them.

Xander wanted to lay claim on him, show everyone that this beautiful boy was his, but it was Spike’s life too and Xander had to admit that he could go a few more years without his face plastered all over the tabloids again. He was still in the news sometimes but since his retirement and divorce, he wasn’t in the tabloids every week anymore.

Hearing Spike’s husky laugh, Xander’s head jerked up from under the hood of the car and his eyes flickered over to him. The blonde had an arm around both Gunn and Oz and the three were whispering about something and snickering. He envied them their openness as he saw the loving glances pass between the two men on either side of Spike.

Sighing, he glanced back down and tried to concentrate on what he was working on, but it was late and his mind just wasn’t on it. Sneaking another glance over at Spike, he saw blue eyes gazing back at him with a longing look in them. His heart skipped a beat and his pants tightened as he held that too blue gaze with his own.

When Xander licked his lips unconsciously, he saw Spike bite into his lower lip and flush slightly. Xander hurriedly glanced away before he went over to the boy and threw him over one of the cars and fucked him silly. Stomach tightening at the very image, his hands fisted around the rag he was holding and he took a deep breath in.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Spike smirk before turning back to Gunn and his eyes narrowed. Glancing around the garage, he saw that they were the last bunch in it and a slow evil smile crossed his lips.

Straightening slowly, he looked over at Spike and saw the boy’s eyes widen at the smile on his face. Clapping his hands, he yelled out above the music, “Okay guys, you can go on home. I need to run over a couple of things with Spike and then I’ll lock up. Meet me back here at eight in the morning.”

There were a few minutes of cheers and laughter as the guys packed up and then only the four of them were left, as Spike walked Oz and Gunn to the end of the garage. Oz smirked at Xander before turning to leave and Xander laughed softly, knowing the smaller man had read his mind.

After Spike closed the heavy door, he turned to look questioningly at Xander but Xander merely reached behind him and locked the door. Turning, he walked back over to the car to wipe the remaining grease off of his hands with the discarded rag and waited for Spike to follow.

With a last wary look towards the door, Spike stood cautiously next to him. “So, what did ya wanna go over, mate?”

Setting the rag down, Xander slammed the hood of the car closed and leaned against it. With a wave of his hand, he beckoned Spike over to stand in front of him. Xander tugged him closer by sliding his fingers into the pockets of the boy’s jeans and yanking him forward, in between his thighs.

“This,” he answered gruffly, clasping a large hand on Spike’s nape before leaning down to capture his soft sweet mouth in a hungry kiss, sliding his tongue against the boy’s and stroking the sensitive roof of his mouth. The blonde met him passionately, slipping his arms around Xander’s waist to clutch at his back, his tongue meeting every deep foray of the older man’s.

Heat that had never went out sparked up between them, making them press harder against each other as hands sought a way under fabric and mouths clashed and teased, tongues dueling hotly, gliding against each other. Xander finally got the front of Spike’s jeans unzipped and slid his hands down the back.

Kneading and clenching on the pale soft flesh, he groaned and whispered huskily against Spike’s lips, “How are you feeling?” When Spike just gaped at him like it was a terribly stupid question to ask, and Xander considered after a moment that it probably was, he rephrased it.

“Any…soreness?” he asked as the tip of one finger ran lightly between soft silky buttocks, rubbing gently against puckered skin. Spike shivered and moaned before letting his head fall forward onto Xander’s shoulder weakly, as he realized what he was asking.

“N-no, am fine, aint sore atall,” he mumbled into the sweaty skin of Xander’s neck. “You’re sure?” Xander asked, his tone firm and unyielding as he remembered the other morning.

“Bloody hell, please,” Spike groaned, pushing back against his hand. Xander chuckled roughly and bit lightly on the boy’s bottom lip before biting his way down his neck. “Shoes off,” he demanded, releasing Spike.

After blinking at him for a second, Spike looked around. “You mean…here? Now?” he squeaked out, before clearing his throat and flushing hotly. “Oh yes,” Xander purred out. “Right here. Right now.”

Looking at the floor, Spike toed off his shoes and socks, before looking back up into Xander’s hot eyes, eyes simmering with heated desire as they watched his every move. “Jeans,” was all he said, motioning towards the offending garment.

Pale slender fingers lingered briefly at the fly of already unzipped jeans, a pleading look briefly crossing his face. Tilting his head at the sudden insecurity in the boy, Xander melted and motioned him forward, caving. He ran soothing palms over pale shoulders and down the soft sleek back, pressing light kisses along Spike’s jaw and cheekbones.

“Beautiful, so damn beautiful,” he murmured against the hot white skin, feeling the pulse in the boy’s neck jump as he tugged the jeans gently down over narrow hips. Spike stepped out of them and tucked his hot face in the crook of Xander’s neck.

Xander let him hide for a moment but then tilted his head back and gently raised the boy’s head with a light grip on his chin. Looking deeply into suddenly shy blue eyes, he smiled softly before saying huskily, “Want you, Spike. Want to take you hard and fast, rough, have you screaming my name. But I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

When Spike tried to look down, he held his chin firmly. “You need to tell me if I go too fast, too hard. Promise me.”

Biting deep into his luscious lower lip, Spike nodded. “Promise, Xan.”

Xander smiled and claimed his mouth again, delving deep, hot and wet, as he turned them so Spike was the one leaning against the car. Stepping back, he grinned down at him and said wickedly, “Turn around, baby, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”

Shivering as he looked into Xander’s sinfully lust filled eyes, Spike turned and braced his hands on the hood of the still warm car. The car he drove every week. His heart sped up as he realized that he wouldn’t be able to look at it again without remembering this.

Somehow, he was sure that was Xander’s intention.

Xander groaned huskily and gritted his teeth as he looked at the gorgeous sight of the half naked younger man leaning forward against the hood of the car, his legs spread slightly. Reaching forward, he gripped the end of the old white t-shirt Spike was wearing and pulled it up. Spike rose up and tugged it over his head, pulling his arms out of it and tossing it to the floor.

Running a big rough palm over the soft skin of the boy’s spine, Xander bent him back down over the hood of the car. He quickly shrugged out of his own grease stained under-shirt and reached into the pocket of his jeans for the small tube of lube he had started carrying with him.

Sliding a hard thigh in between Spike’s legs, he parted them more, causing the boy to broaden his stance. Xander growled throatily against the smooth skin of his back as he leaned over him, lightly abrading his pale flesh with his coarse stubble.

Spike moaned softly and arched back into him when he ground his jean-glad groin against the blonde’s ass. “Please, Xander,” he hissed out, legs trembling with anticipation.

“Shh, shh,” Xander murmured, as he opened the lube and slicked up two fingers. He stood off to the side, rubbing a thigh along one of Spike’s parted legs, as he gently nudged the hidden opening to the blonde’s body with a wet fingertip. “Christ,” Spike bit out, as he arched backwards into the touch.

“Mm, yeah. Just like that, sweetheart,” Xander crooned as he slid one finger deep, watching the boy’s hips buck as he grazed the small nub inside of him. Slowly working the finger in and out, he was relieved to see that Spike was relaxed enough to where there were no sounds of pain or any sudden flinches.

Slipping in the second finger, he paused a moment to let him adjust. When Spike started thrusting backwards against his fingers, Xander smiled and crooked them, bumping over the small gland again. Whimpering, Spike thrust back harder, “Fuck, Xan…oh bloody hell,” and Xander gently withdrew his fingers.

Unzipping his jeans, Xander pulled out a foil packet out of his pocket and ripped it open, sliding the thin rubber onto his large jutting cock. As Spike shuddered at the sounds and spread his legs even more, fairly vibrating in need and anticipation, Xander clenched his teeth. He could see the slightly reddened and quivering hole now and his entire body ached with the need to pound into the boy.

“Fuck, baby, you look so hot like that,” he moaned out, running a hand up and down the shivering back. “Pleassee,” Spike whimpered, trembling against him. Xander moved in between the spread thighs and the head of his cock nudged the boy’s entrance before he drew back and thrust forward sharply, impaling him in one smooth motion.

“Iiee,” Spike hissed out, fingers scrabbling on the slick surface of the car. “Was that a good noise or a bad one,” Xander questioned huskily, panting against the skin between the blonde’s shoulder blades, his body thrumming with pleasure, the hot silkiness of the boy, his boy, tightly surrounding him.

“Good, fuck so b-bloody good,” was the moaned reply and Xander rewarded him with another hard thrust, starting a pounding rhythm in and out. With a tilt of his hips, he found the swollen nub and rammed into it, sliding harshly against it, repeatedly, causing Spike to keen and buck helplessly underneath him.

“Sweet, sweet, so damn hot,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he slammed harder into Spike, lifting him up onto his toes. Thighs quivering, bracing against the car, Spike cried out with every hard thrust in as his own hard cock got smashed up between his belly and the warm slick surface of the car, the friction and pressure unbelievable.

Every hard stroke against his prostate caused bolts of pure lightning pleasure to flow up and down his legs and gather at the base of his spine and he bucked and writhed under Xander’s dominating thrusts, unable to even breathe as he felt his balls draw up tight.

Xander slowed, his hips rotating in a long slow circle, and Spike quivered and pleaded underneath him. “Fuck…no, faster please…damn you, Xan-der!” The last half of his name was yelped as Xander withdrew all the way and slammed back in, repeating the motions until Spike was sobbing and gasping for breath. Xander leaned over the boy’s shuddering back and ran his hands along the trembling arms, pressing them onto the clenching fists.

He entwined their fingers as he pressed Spike harder into the car and started thrusting hard and fast, smooth quick strokes pressing mercilessly over the swollen prostate. “So good, baby, so tight…fuck,” he bit out as he ground hard into the boy’s ass.

Spike gasped harshly into the hood of the car, his breath hitching as his head spun, all of his attention on the coiling heat and pleasure spiraling up in his loins, trickling from the soles of his feet to the knotted muscles in his shoulders. Every muscle in his body tightened and he wailed out a soundless scream as he bucked harshly against the car, his eyes rolling back in his head as he was drove relentlessly, furiously, to a pulsing and shattering orgasm.

Xander snarled as the clenching around his throbbing cock squeezed and milked him, his big body shuddering and slamming hard into the boy as his balls drew up. He shouted hoarsely as he pressed hard against Spike, tremors wracking his body as he came deep inside the tight body underneath him.

“Fuckin..shit,” he gasped out, panting on the boy’s sweaty neck. A whining groan was Spike’s only comment as he lay boneless under his hard chest, still shivering with aftershocks of pleasure.

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“You know they’re doin’ it on the car right now, dontcha?”

Oz snickered and looked up into his dark lover’s eyes. “It crossed my mind, yeah.”

Gunn smirked down at him as he opened the door to their hotel room. “I hope they remember to wash down the car before tomorrow. That stuff sticks like crazy after it’s dried.”

Oz’s face flushed and he smiled in fond remembrance. Charles chuckled softly as he followed the smaller man into the room, laying a possessive hand on Oz’s shoulder, turning him to face him.

“So damn pretty when you blush, Danny. Love that I can make you do it,” he murmured, rubbing his cheek against Oz’s flushed one. His breath catching in his throat, Daniel wrapped his arms around the taller man’s waist.

“Want you,” he whispered, looking into Gunn’s dark eyes. Those eyes sparked at the soft words and Gunn pulled him tightly to his chest before stepping back.

“I need a shower..” he started, before Oz shook his head and silenced him with a hard hungry kiss. “Love you like this, hot and sweaty..dirty,” he growled huskily, licking the sweat from the black man’s jaw. Gunn groaned and rubbed his erection against Oz’s, walking him backwards toward the bed.

Frantic hands tugged at clothing and mouths meshed only to part as shirts were pulled over heads, melting into each other again right after. Jeans were discarded just as quickly and the next sounds in the dark room were the ripping of a condom packet and the soft click of the lube opening and closing.

Pale small hands eased the thin rubber over the large dark cock and then Oz laid back, his heels over his lover’s shoulders as he eased gently into him. They both gasped and sighed in pleasure as Gunn started a slow shallow pace, kissing all over the pale face below him.

When he started to speed up, Oz panted harshly and his hands went above his head to grasp at the headboard, holding tightly. His lover’s harsh moans and curses above him made the world fall away and he stared up into the glittering black eyes.

“I love you,” he mouthed out, unable to speak, and those dark eyes closed briefly before opening, glistening with too much emotion to contain. They both shuddered and cried out, their mouths meeting in one last furious kiss as their bodies exploded and their arms tightened like vices around each other.

Gunn collapsed onto his side, after removing the condom and tossing it into the trash. Pulling his smaller lover up to lay cuddled on his chest, he whispered softly into his red tangled hair, “Love you, too, Danny.”

Oz smiled and they drifted off to sleep, wakening only slightly at the loud thump and English curse heard an hour later.

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Blue eyes met laughing brown as the two of them tried to hold in their laughter. “Am so bloody tired,” Spike complained, as he tripped again and fell against Xander. He chuckled softly, tightening his grip on the smaller man.

“We’re almost there; I just hope you didn’t wake up the guys. Not that they don’t know what we’ve been doing to be comin' in so late.”

Spike gaped up at him, flushing. “Please tell me you’re jokin’, pet,” he pleaded. Lips twitching, Xander tried to put on a straight face and nodded.

“Course I am!”

“Bloody hell.”