Speed Demon

Chapter Eleven

Pale slender fingers traced random patterns on a broad, tanned and sweaty chest, brushing lightly over the dusting of dark hair. Spike’s heartbeat had finally calmed and his eyes were heavy, but he didn’t want the dark oblivion of sleep just yet.

The warmth and strength of the arm around him and the broad shoulder under his head, the thick muscular thigh between his own, made him want to savor every moment, every sensation, and to grasp onto the comfort they provided with both hands.

His body still thrummed with the aftershocks of pleasure and his muscles ached sweetly, flashes of the past half hour of hot, frantic lovemaking making his swollen lips curve into a slight smile. The things that Xander did to his body… he shivered and the shoulder under him shifted as a large warm palm slid up and down his spine, soothing him.

But still… even with the bloody fantastic sex, it was these moments, the quiet touches and soft sighs as their bodies got ready to sleep, strong arms holding him against the larger body protectively, his arms and legs twining around the older mans… it was these moments that made his heart light and made him smile for no reason in the middle of the day.

They were also the moments that scared him the most. He was letting him in, becoming more and more open… vulnerable.

Spike had had sex before but he had never been intimate. Ever. And yet, intimacy seemed to be the foundation lately on which he and Xander were building upon. It alarmed him but there wasn’t much he could do about it, except give Xander up, and that was the one thing he wasn’t willing to do.

Xander didn’t let him hide anymore. Strangely, it was almost freeing, but part of him still resented it. He had gotten used to hiding, but knew it was only a matter of time now before his every secret, every desire, was ferreted out and brought into the harsh light of day to be examined and compartmentalized in that gorgeous head of Xander’s.

The chest underneath his fingertips sighed deeply and he peeked through his lashes at the face of his lover. There was still a slight frown between those dark brows.

Spike heaved his own sigh, knowing he would have to apologize before they drifted off to sleep. Obviously the hard and almost rough sex wasn’t enough to take Xander’s mind off of his anger from earlier in the day. He hadn’t thought it would but he had hoped.

It had been a good race, even though they hadn’t won. Earnhardt Jr. had passed him and Tony Stewart on the last few laps, but he hadn’t cared. All that had mattered right then had been crossing the finish line ahead of that cocky wanker, Stewart. They had almost wrecked three times trying to pass each other and they had swapped paint once.

Xander had kept yelling in his ear to get the fuck over it and focus on the race, but Spike had ignored him. Xander’s voice had been the cause of more than one distraction while he was racing that day, but at that time, he was too focused on pissing off that bastard to pay him any mind.

Which, of course, had ticked his lover off royally, and they’d had their first fight since they had gotten together. His lips twitched at the cliché of ‘You’re so beautiful when you’re angry,’ but Christ, Xander was fuckin’ hot when he was all riled up. Spike had seen him angry before, of course, and had often been the recipient of that anger, but there was something about knowing that he was ‘going home’ with the man that made him that much more desirable.

Especially when his eyes were sparking and that vein was pulsing in his forehead, jaw flexing from grinding his teeth in order to stay in control.

“Do I wanna know what you’re snickerin’ about down there?”

Xander’s gravely voice made Spike glance up and he found warm, amused brown eyes looking down at him. “Probably not,” he replied, smirking slightly.

When Xander rolled his eyes exasperatedly, Spike grinned and wiggled upwards so he could press that hard mouth with his kiss-swollen lips. Strong calloused hands grasped his hips and he yelped as he was picked up and slid onto Xander’s broad chest. They both moaned softly as their still-sensitive flesh pressed into each others.

Lips parted and slick, warm tongues slid lazily against each other, low murmurs of contentment and hums of pleasure passing back and forth. Reluctantly lifting his head, Spike stared down at Xander’s still flushed face and smiled shyly, before burrowing his nose in the crook of the older man’s neck. Muscular arms came around him to hold him tightly in place and they both sighed again. They lay still, quietly savoring the moment, until Spike mumbled into Xander’s neck.

“’M sorry, for y’know, the whole bleedin’ Stewart thing.”

Xander’s chest vibrated as he chuckled softly, one of his hands coming up to comb through Spike’s sweaty curls. “No, you’re not.” Spike grunted and lifted his head, looking at him indignantly. “Oi! ‘M tryin’ to apologize here.”

A black eyebrow arched and Xander replied, “Will you do it again?”

Blue eyes flickered down before he looked up and grinned, “Prob’ly.” Fingers tugged sharply at his hair as Xander scowled at him.

“Then you obviously aren’t sorry, yeah?”

Spike exhaled loudly and dropped his head back onto Xander’s shoulder. After a minute, the soft petting continued and he smiled, arching up into the light touches, knowing he’d been as forgiven as he was going to get tonight.

“Xander?” he asked quietly, after a few more minutes of silence.

“Mm?”

“Will you go with me Tuesday when I go to pick Willow up?”

The hand paused in his hair and a soft, concerned voice asked, “Are you sure, baby? You haven’t seen each other in so long. I’d just be in the way, really.” Closing his eyes, Spike considered how to answer.

They didn’t talk about the past, Willow and him, during their weekly phone calls. He knew that once they saw each other face to face it was bound to all come up again and he just wanted to put it off as long as he could. Xander would be a distraction and a way to break the unease he was sure they would both feel.

Not to mention that Xander made him feel safe, something he would need when he confronted his past, even a happy part like Willow was.

“It would… help,” he finally answered. There was a long pause and he could feel the questions burning in Xander’s mind. “Spike…”

He shook his head, not wanting to argue, because he wasn’t going to spill his guts tonight, wasn’t going to ruin what they had with the bleak ugliness of his past, and Xander stopped.

“Please?” Spike asked quietly, voice quivering, not above begging to have him go with him. A warm hand rubbed along his nape and Xander hushed him.

“Shh, you don’t have to ask, baby. I’ll go with you anywhere you want.”

He melted in relief, his body draping bonelessly over Xander’s. A soft kiss was pressed against his curls and a whisper so quiet he almost didn’t catch it, “Anywhere.”

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The flight to New Hampshire was quiet and uneventful and the next few days passed much the same. They had gotten two rooms across the hall from each other and Spike spent most of his time in Xander’s or down at the track.

Each passing day, passing hour, made him more and more nervous, more anxious.

He couldn’t sleep at night unless he was totally exhausted, a task that Xander seemed to enjoy greatly. Last night, his nightmares had came back and he had woken in a cold sweat, tears pouring down his face, throat tight and chest hurting.

The strong arms holding him tight should have upset him but they had driven the fear away. The hushed murmurs had lulled him back to sleep and although he had seen many questioning looks today, Xander hadn’t yet asked him about it. He was grateful but knew it wouldn’t last forever.

He looked up, startled, when an arm came across his shoulders as he walked to Xander’s office. Gunn’s broadly smiling face made his own lips curve and he walked along with the older man.

“You comin’ to the bar with us tonight, man? Danny’s band came down to see him and they’re gonna play tonight.”

“Course, mate. Wouldn’t miss it,” he replied, grinning at the proud expression on the black man’s face. The two were so obviously in love that it was almost sickening, but Spike found it optimistic. No one really seemed to mind, there were a few looks now and then but overall, no one cared.

It gave him hope that he would be able to show his growing affection for Xander someday and not worry constantly on what people were thinking, saying.

Oz and Gunn knew, of course, he had seen the looks Xander had shared with them, but neither had spoken to him about it yet. He just wasn’t ready and he knew it upset the older man, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

Gunn left him at Xander’s office and Spike knocked once before opening the door. The dark haired man glanced up and smiled, his eyes warm and affectionate.

“Hey,” he said softly and Spike smiled back.

“Hey,” he replied, sitting on the edge of Xander’s desk. The older man looked harried, his hair disheveled, and Spike knew he had been running his hands through it all day.

“Bout done for the night?” he asked, wanting Xander to get out and take a break before his head exploded from the stress of running everything. He nodded distractedly and reached for the phone as it started ringing again.

Spike grabbed it and answered, dodging Xander’s hands. “Yeah? Sorry, he’s gone for the night, try tomorrow.” He hung up before they could answer back and smirked at Xander’s glaring face.

“Lighten up, luv, you work too hard. We’re goin’ out.”

A brow arched. “Are we?”

Spike nodded and hummed a little under his breath as he reached for his cigarettes. A big hand stopped his and he pouted, looking at the other man from under his lashes. At the implacable look on his face, Spike sighed and dropped them back in his pocket. He could wait till he was outside.

“Oz’s band is playin’ tonight. We gotta help Gunn fend of the groupies so he won’t have to bite any of them for touchin’ his boy.”

Xander grinned and leaned back in his chair. “I guess we can do that. Not a date then, huh? Just a mercy mission.”

An uncomfortable look crossed Spike’s face and he looked down as he tried to think of a way to explain that he wasn’t ashamed of them. The older man sat up and reached for his hands.

“Whoa, whoa. I was just teasin’ hon, I understand.” Xander stood and flicked the lights off. “Let’s get goin’ then.”

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The bar was packed, but Gunn was waiting for them with a reserved table up front. He looked relieved to see them and Spike grinned, admitting silently that the man looked way out of place in the punk bar.

A few people wandered up to ask for autographs or a picture from either Xander or him, and then they were left pretty much alone.

The beer was good for American beer and the food was excellent. The band, however, blew everyone away. Spike had figured they would be good, from the cd’s Xander played of their music in the garage, but live they had a presence that recorded music didn’t show.

They were all laughing and pleasantly buzzed by the time the show was over and Oz joined them. Gunn caught the slim man by the waist and drug him down onto his lap, claiming his mouth in a hot, possessive kiss that made Spike long for Xander. The groupies about to dig their claws into the redhead backed away at the display, though they still eyed him hungrily.

Oz sat on Gunn’s knee the rest of the night because the black man wouldn’t release him, but he wasn’t trying all that hard to get away, either. They talked for hours until Xander glanced at his watch and cocked his head at Spike, asking if he was ready to go. When he was about to protest, because he was having a great time with the other two guys, Xander said, “We have to be at the airport in less than ten hours. If you want to get some sleep before we leave, we gotta get back.”

Spike nodded, having had forgotten for a few hours about the coming day, and told the guys goodnight. Xander reminded them he wouldn’t be in to work until late the next day and Oz told him he would take care of it.

As soon as the hotel room door closed behind them, Spike attacked Xander. Heated kisses and hungry hands caressed the older man and Xander moaned into Spike’s hot mouth. Clothes were tossed wherever they came off at and they walked clumsily towards the bathroom.

Breaking from Spike’s kiss, Xander reached over to turn the water on. Steam billowed and Spike followed him into the huge shower. With the hot water pouring down on them, Xander tugged Spike in closer, licking the water from his face and down his throat, nipping and biting.

Spike panted and moaned tilting his head back to give Xander even more access to his sensitive neck. When sharp white teeth closed hard where neck met shoulder, a shudder went through him and he jerked closer to Xander, his hard cock nudging against the other man’s. They both groaned at the contact and Xander reached out and turned him around to brace his hands on the shower wall.

Spike heard the other man reach for the lube they had placed earlier next to the shampoo and conditioner and heard the rip of a foil packet. A moment later, two fingers were pressing against him and he gasped, closing his eyes. None too soon, they were replaced with hot hard flesh and Spike’s knees went weak. Strong hands gripped his hips and he arched back against Xander, moaning loudly.

Harsh grunts and cries, mixed with moans and whimpers, drifted throughout the large room as smoke billowed and hot water danced over their skin. Spike was grateful for the hands at his hips as his legs weakened and trembled with pleasure, loud gasping cries coming from his throat with every hard thrust Xander made.

Xander gripped his hips tighter and tilted them slightly and Spike keened as the other man’s hard cock raked roughly over his prostate with every twist of his hips. His fingers clawed madly against the slippery tile as he tried to hold on to something to keep him from flying apart into a million pieces.

Soon begging and pleading filled the air and Xander sped up, pounding him into the wall and Spike had to keep reminding himself that he needed to breathe as every muscle in his body tightened and relaxed repeatedly. When Xander’s teeth clamped down hard on the nape of his neck, Spike screamed and convulsed as he came all over the shower wall.

The sensations wracking his body would have brought him to his knees if it weren’t for the tight grasp the other man had on him. Within seconds, Xander was yelling his own release and Spike knew he would have at least eight finger-shaped bruises on his hips tomorrow. The though filled him with a kind of pride and he smiled as he panted and tried to get his legs to hold him up.

A few minutes later, as they both lay wet and exhausted, the sheets covering them, Spike whispered, “I think I’m becoming addicted to you.” Xander’s chest bounced under his ear as the other man laughed sleepily. “Good.”

Spike snorted and buried his face against Xander’s neck, breathing him in. Once again, the thought of tomorrow crossed his mind, but he was too tired to worry about it. He was where he wanted to be and it was with a contented smile that he drifted off to sleep, not hearing the older man’s sigh.

“I’m way past addicted now.”