Speed Demon

Chapter Twelve

He sat down. Got up. Paced. Sat down again.

Bloody hard chairs. He shifted on the ugly orange plastic and tapped his foot edgily, slipping his hand in his pocket to pull out his lighter and flick it open.

At the choked off snort, he glanced over at Xander to find him watching him with a carefully neutral expression. Spike could see the suppressed amusement in his chocolate eyes, though.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to smoke in here,” was all the older man said. Spike sighed and muttered as he replaced the lighter. A minute later it was in his hands again and he was tapping the metal case with his fingertips.

By the time the plane landed and people started pouring in, he was about to jump out of his skin. Slender fingers clenched on the sides of the chair, knuckles turning white, as he stared at the line of passengers trickling through the doorway. He jumped, startled, as a large warm hand rubbed soothing, briefly, over his clenched fist.

Sneaking a glance over at the other man, he tried to smile but was pretty sure it came across more as a grimace. Christ, I can’t do this.

At the first flash of fire-red hair, his stomach dropped and a dull roaring in his ears let him know that he wasn’t breathing. He could see Xander looking at him worriedly out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the girl frozen still in the middle of the doorway. People were flowing around her but she didn’t seem to even notice their existence.

Spike hadn’t even realized he had stood up until she was running towards him and threw herself in his arms. Said arms clutched convulsively at the small redhead, as he buried his face in her hair and let the lilac incense smell of her rock him back into the past.

Tears started trickling from his tightly closed eyes and he hiccupped softly, trying hard to keep the sobs inside. The last thing he needed to do was fall apart in the middle of the crowded airport, especially since people knew he was in town.

He had no idea how much time passed as they stood there, rocking, both of them holding the other so tight that they could barely breathe, as if they would never let go again. When he had enough control over his emotions to look up, the area was empty except for Xander, who was standing at the wall of windows, his back to them to give them a semblance of privacy.

Spike slowly stepped back, but clutched at Willow’s hands, unable to let go totally. Blue eyes stared down into tear-filled green and they both smiled tremulously. “William. Oh, God I missed you!”

Squeezing her hands, he laughed. “Missed you too, little sister. Bloody hated leaving you there.” A sad look crossed both their faces and they both looked down a moment, before Spike coughed and hugged her close again.

“So, you wanna meet Xander, yeah? See for yourself if he’s as hot as you remember?” Willow looked at him with big eyes, flushing. “He’s here? I mean, how do I look? William, you can’t just spring hot famous guys on people, you know!”

He snickered and pulled her over to where Xander was watching the planes take off. The older man turned around when he heard them come up and Spike had to force himself not to go jump in his arms. He really was hot…snug faded jeans, grey t-shirt that showed off the muscles in his arms, that gorgeous shaggy black hair, those twinkling dark eyes.

Xander was his, and he wanted more than anything to be able to claim that, to introduce him as his, but just the thought of it made his tongue twist in knots and his hands tremble. The slow sad quirking of the other man’s lips let him know that he understood and then Xander smiled down at his sister.

“You must be Willow. It’s great to meet you.”

She gaped at him until Spike elbowed her in the side and she flushed red, babbling, “Oh wow, I mean, hi! You’re Xander. But then you knew that, right? It’s just, wow,” she bounced on her toes and grinned. “Did you know William was a huge fan of yours when you raced? I mean, I was too, but William-,” Spike grabbed her arm and started tugging them towards the luggage pick-up.

“Right. I think we should get going now,” he said quickly, ignoring Xander’s startled laughter.

After they picked up Willow’s luggage, Spike crawled in the backseat with her while Xander drove, the two of them talking fast and low. Willow kept asking question after question and in between his laughter at the speedy way she talked when she was excited, he tried to explain everything that had gone on in the past few years.

During their phone conversations, they hadn’t had much time to talk and it had been mainly a quick ‘I’m okay, how are you, good, talk to you next week,’ kind of thing. Now that they were face to face, she wanted to know everything.

He was so caught up in her that he barely noticed that Xander had left them at the door to his room, saying he would see them tomorrow. Part of him was glad, because God knew what Willow would say to Xander next to embarrass him, but the majority of him felt guilty that he was leaving him out, that Xander thought he didn’t want him there.

With the next question Willow fired at him, he forgot those worries and proceeded to reach across the bed and smack her with a pillow. She laughed and said, “So is that a no? If you don’t want him anymore, do you mind if I go for it? He’s even hotter now than he was five years ago.”

At the fiery blue glare he sent her way, she erupted into another gale of giggles and crowed out, “I knew it!” He groaned and slumped backwards on the bed, pulling the other pillow up to cover his face.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” she giggled out. “I promise, no more talk of hot men. For now.” Spike snorted and pulled the pillow from his face to smirk at her. “Guess that means we can’t talk about me then, pet. What’ve you been up to?”

She slapped at his arm and they grinned at each other, before her eyes slowly filled up with tears again. Spike bit his lip and opened his arms, catching her against him as she crumpled on his chest. “I’m s-sorry, I just n-never thought I’d see you aga-again,” she wailed out and his breath hitched in his throat.

“Fuck, so sorry, Wills,” he choked out, before his own tears were falling. He rocked her against him as his tears fell hot into her silky hair, hers falling into the crook of his neck as they sobbed out five years worth of loneliness, grief and fear. And guilt, on both their parts.

Both hushing the other’s broken apologies, they lay quietly, except for the random sniffles and hiccups, the tears not seeming to want to slow. Spike could barely breathe with the reality of having her there, of feeling her familiar body against his again, the smell of her that reminded him of tea parties and laughter, the good times before the dark ones fell.

Spike twined a strand of fiery hair through his fingers and sighed deeply. He felt lighter, as if a huge burden had lifted, and it was a scary feeling. His chest felt almost empty, as if the five years of tears had washed away part of himself he hadn’t realized had been there.

Sneaking a peek down at Willow, he saw she had exhausted herself and was dead asleep. Smiling gently down at her, he brushed his lips over her forehead.

Poor thing, I don’t know why I hadn’t thought you were suffering as badly as I was.

Spike eased her off of his chest and sat up. He needed Xander. Needed to feel something to replace this hole in his heart, the empty space echoing loudly in his head.

Carefully getting up, he took an extra blanket from the closet and spread it over his sister’s sleeping form. Turning out the light, he silently opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind him. It was a risk to leave her there and go off to Xander’s room, but it was one he was willing to take.

It wouldn’t be the end of the world to have Willow find out, but he just wasn’t sure he could face it all yet.

***

Xander scowled at the clock, and then at himself. She just got here, its perfectly natural for him to want to spend every second with her. Stop acting like a jealous idiot.

He was a jealous idiot, though.

It wasn’t how he wanted to see himself, but he could admit that he was growing extremely attached to the boy, wanting him there every moment. It wasn’t healthy and he had been trying to control it, but their ties were so tenuous that he was afraid something was going to come and take it all away.

Xander hadn’t been close to anyone like this since Anya left and he hated the feelings of vulnerability that came with it. He could deal with wanting someone, but needing…that scared him. And he did need Spike.

Everything about the boy called out to him, made him want to protect him, care for him…and listen to him, hold him. Fuck him raw.

Grumbling at the knowing voice in his head, he adjusted the front of his boxers as he lay back on the bed and sighed. Xander honestly didn’t know if he could sleep alone for the next week. He had gotten so used to the slender wiry body wrapped around him, long limbs strangling him in the middle of the night, sweaty and hot.

He chuckled roughly. Who would’ve thought he would miss waking up pinned to the mattress with sweat rolling off of him at three am? Pathetic, Harris.

At the soft tap on the hotel room door, his eyes flickered to it and he felt his heart skip a beat in anticipation. “Yeah? It’s unlocked,” he called out.

White-blonde ruffled curls and clear blue eyes peered around the door and he grinned, unable to suppress it. When he motioned him in, Spike closed the door softly and shifted from foot to foot in front of it, as if waiting for permission to come over.

When white teeth bit down on the boy’s bottom lip, Xander bit back his smile. “Come’ere,” he told him gruffly, wondering why Spike was reverting back to being wary with him again.

As the younger man neared the bed, he reached out and grasped a slender wrist, tugging him down to sit on the edge of the mattress. Releasing his arm, Xander’s fingers moved up to trail over the plump bottom lip.

“What’ve I told you about this lip?”

Spike smirked down at him and answered, “Yours?”

Xander nodded, his hand slipping behind the boy’s head to tug him gently down as he sucked the succulent sweet flesh into his mouth, releasing it with a ‘pop’. “Mine,” he agreed.

Spike smiled shyly and turned around so that he could slide into the bed against him, resting his face against Xander’s naked chest. Slipping his arm around the slender back, Xander hugged him closer and something eased inside of him. It was amazing how just the feel of the boy could soothe him.

His fingers brushed through the mess of curls and Spike glanced up at him before tilting his face up for a kiss. Xander obliged and the boy’s lips parted sweetly, allowing his tongue to slide inside. Groaning softly at the heady taste of the blonde, he pulled back and smiled down at the slightly flushed face.

He tilted his head, eyes flickering over the face of his lover as he noticed what he hadn’t until then. Red rimmed eyes, a slight sniffle…an almost invisible trail of where tears had passed not long ago.

“You and Willow have a fight?” he asked gently, concerned. Spike had so been looking forward to her visit, he couldn’t see them arguing already. The boy shook his head and replied, “No, she fell asleep.”

Xander grunted softly, his mind trying to work out the puzzle of the young man in his arms. “Why are you in here, then? She might wake up and come looking for you.”

Blue eyes glanced down, and then back up…warily, as if waiting for a rejection. “I missed you.”

Unable to stop the pleased grin on his face, Xander captured those sweet lips again, before whispering against them, “Missed you too, baby.”

He growled low in his throat as Spike’s thigh came over him and pressed into his erection as the younger man traced his top lip with the tip of that pink talented tongue.

“Too many clothes,” he told him, slipping his hands underneath the loose t-shirt the boy was wearing to trace along his spine, loving the feel of the smooth expanse of soft skin. In response, Spike wiggled around to where he could tug the shirt off, before sitting up to unbutton his jeans and slide them down his legs.

Xander groaned at the sight of the naked revealed skin and he mock glared at him asking, “You ran around all day without underwear?” The boy grinned wickedly at him and pounced, straddling his boxer-clad hips and rocking against his arousal.

For a second, Xander was sure his eyes were going to roll back in his head at the unexpected sensations and he shivered, before growling up at the smirking blonde and flipping them in one smooth motion. Startled blue eyes stared up into his and he grinned down, before placing small biting kisses along the smooth white throat, along the collarbone and down his chest.

Spike made a soft whimpering sound with every tingling bite and arched under him restlessly, making his erection pulse with each breathed out cry. Xander slid a large calloused hand around the boy’s hard cock and fisted it roughly, pulling a louder, sharper noise from his throat.

“Shhh, baby, don’t want to wake her up, now.” He knew, of course, that there was little chance of that, but he loved watching the boy try to stifle the sounds he pulled so easily from him. It made every escaping moan and whimper that much sweeter.

Sliding farther down the sleek white body, he nibbled and licked softly at the now weeping erection, sliding his tongue up and down the sensitive underside. He could hear the soft choked off sounds deep in the younger man’s throat, but he wanted more. Sucking just the tip into his mouth, he fluttered the tip of his tongue and was rewarded by a small mewl and the bucking of those narrow pale hips.

Grasping his hips tightly, Xander held him perfectly still as he sucked and tongued over that sensitive flesh, reveling in every soft cry and shiver. When he heard the boy’s breathing start to hitch, he released the hard flesh from his lips and slid back up the flushed and heated body.

Pale slender fingers tugged roughly at his boxers and he complied by tilting his hips and letting the boy jerk them down his thighs. Reaching down, he pulled them all the way off and tossed them with Spike’s clothes on the floor.

Panting swollen lips pressed feverishly over his face and neck as the boy pleaded in soft tones, “Want you, need you, please.. no more teasing, Xan.” He moaned at the rasping sound of the accented voice of his lover, the soft cadence just speaking his name always turned him on more than he could bear.

“Fuck, baby, need you, too,” he murmured, reaching over to the nightstand to get the already half-used tube of lubricant. Slicking up his fingers, he maneuvered Spike’s legs so they were over his shoulders, his boy spread out and open to him. Sliding his hand down between them, he rubbed over the puckered entrance, feeling it quiver under his fingertip.

Spike cursed softly, thighs quivering against Xander’s chest, as he slipped two fingers in gently. He rocked his hips eagerly, pulling the large fingers in farther, and Xander shuddered at the hot slick feel of him.

Unable to wait any longer, he pulled his hand back and ripped open a condom with shaking fingers, slipping it on quickly. Moments later, he was balls deep inside the warmth of the boy and they were both stiff and shivering at the overwhelming feeling.

Low, rough murmurs and soft cries filled the room, along with the soft slapping of skin on skin and the rhythmic creaking of the mattress. Hot open mouths met and parted as heads were thrown back and teeth were gritted, hands clenching on hips and cool sheets, muscles quivering and shaking.

Faster and faster, the bed creaked, as soft cries turned to choked back whimpers and gasping moans, snarls and growls as the pleasure built, spiraling upwards. Bucking hips met Xander thrust for thrust and with each long hard raking of cock over sensitive gland, Spike mewled loudly, helplessly.

The last few minutes were feverish, pistoning hips slamming harder and faster, sweat slickened skin sliding wetly, muscles locking and breath freezing as the pleasure turned to spiking agony before shattering into pure bliss.

Twin muted screams echoed in the room as they came together in a haze of dazzling colors, bodies quaking and chests gasping for air as they slowly re-entered their bodies. Xander weakly moved to his side and collapsed, still trying to breathe.

Spike turned dazed, dilated eyes to him and his lips moved for a few moments before sound came out. “Is it just me, pet, or does it just keep getting better?”

Xander tried to laugh but couldn’t, as he shook his head, sweaty hair cooling quickly. “It gets much better and you’ll kill me. Fuck, I feel old,” he groaned, as his muscles protested all movement.

Spike hummed as his eyes closed, a silly grin on his face that Xander was sure matched his own. Snickering softly, he pulled the sleepy blonde into his arms and tucked the head of sweaty curls into the crook of his neck, where it would be by morning, regardless. Might as well start out there, too.

Long pale fingers lightly caressed his chest and his larger hand came up to entwine those fingers with his own. Their hands lay entangled in the center of his chest, as with a last soft kiss they drifted off to sleep.

Only to be awakened barely five hours later to a frantic knocking.