Life of Experience

Part 14:


"Hi, Rupes," Spike greeted, closing the front door behind him.

Giles was just about to enter the living room with the newspaper in his hand. When hearing his son's greeting, he turned around and smiled. "Hello, William, why are you late?"

"Got held back at the press. Finally escaped," Spike stopped and considered his choice of words. Someone at work pointed out that he would always mix between English and American dialects. Spike had often wondered about his way of talking. Although he was English, he had spent most of his life in California. That alone made his accent a mix between Cockney and American slang. It had its benefits whatsoever. People here admired him because he had an accent, and people back home also admired him because he had an accent. So he wasn't complaining.

"Do you want to join me for a cup of tea?" his father asked.

"Just had coffee." He patted his stomach lightly, then looked around. "Where's Xander?"

"In the garden doing his chores," Giles answered, moving to the living room.

Spike walked towards the back door. California's strong sunrays blinded his eyes for a second before they automatically adjusted. He found Xander watering the roses. For a moment he was having a deja vu. Well, he could never get tired of the view.

He leaned on the door staring at the boy in admiration.

Xander, giving him his back, was wearing a white undershirt that was covered with sweat especially in the middle of his back. A blue towel hung around his neck in case he needed to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Spike lowered his eyes looking at the sweatpants that were plastered to the boy's legs.

Spike grew hard all of a sudden. But he knew he could do nothing about it. He had promised Xander to continue as friends, even though Xander was obviously attracted to him. He knew it was physical attraction, many people lust after each other yet it didn't necessarily mean they felt something for one another. Which was the exact case with Xander. He lusted after Spike and sure, he loved him, but not the way Spike wanted.

It was hard keeping himself in control for the last four days. For some reason Xander was a walking sex machine. For his part, the brunet made sure he was wearing more than one shirt and baggy pants which were completely out of style. But such a gesture only made it worst. All Spike's instincts were screaming at him to throw Xander on a bed and tear off those nasty clothes in order to show what was underneath.

He kept on staring and Xander still wasn't aware of him. Spike was glad for that. He didn't want the boy to see the tent in his trousers. He looked around trying to distract himself with something so his erection would withdraw. His eyes caught the tap of the hose Xander was using. Spike smirked.


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Xander wiped the sweat off his forehead again with the towel. Damn California's sun! His brows furred when the water suddenly stopped rushing out. Puzzled, he looked at the nozzle before shaking the hose. When no water came out he turned around looking at the tap. Throwing the hose on the ground, he walked towards the tap and knelt to check if there was anything wrong.

It was turned off.

Xander blinked. How?

Confused, he turned it on and got back on his feet to finish his work. Suddenly, a rush of cold water hit his back. He jumped startled before turning difficultly around.

Spike stood a few steps away aiming the nozzle at him. The blond laughed evilly and snickered, "Noticed the hot weather and thought you needed some refreshing."

Xander squirmed using his arms to cover his face from the attacking water. "How considerate of you," he yelled, trying to get to the tap and turn the water off.

Spike moved quickly focusing on Xander's face to block his vision.

"Spike, quit it!" Xander whined.

Spike changed the direction of the water and made it hit Xander's ribs. The boy fell on the ground laughing. "Oh, no, no," he laughed helplessly, hearing Spike snickering above him. He tried to reach for the tap again through his laughter.

"Oh, no, you don't," Spike exclaimed and hurried towards the brunet to stop him from turning off the water. As he ran the water wasn't focused on Xander anymore. That was when Xander took advantage of the situation and quickly grabbed the hose, trying to take it from Spike. The length of the hose was between Spike's legs. When Xander pulled, Spike stumbled on it and fell clumsily on the younger man.


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Bloody hell, Xander was soddin' wet! Spike felt his clothes beginning to get drenched in return. He looked down at the boy who stared up to him. Spike stared back in silence, then absently turned the tap off feeling his erection hardening again.

He fought the urge to lean down and kiss the wet lips. Even when he felt Xander's own erection on his thigh, even when Xander was looking so frustrated up at him, Spike knew that wasn't what Xander wanted. He sighed trying to get up. "I'm sorry, that's not what you want."

"To hell with what I want!" Xander snapped grabbing Spike's neck and pulling him down into a bruising kiss. Surprised, Spike kissed back, opening his mouth willingly and allowing Xander's aggressive tongue to get in. The kiss was very passionate, very … animal-like, and pretty much had not felt like their first kiss at all.

Spike kissed back, rubbing his body against Xander's. He was confused but pushed all feelings aside to enjoy this sensation. Xander was quite forceful, a little too forceful, as if he was holding this in for so long. Spike gasped when he felt Xander's teeth biting on his lower lip. He felt the small cuts when Xander broke the kiss to breathe.

They stared at each other gasping for air, before Spike panted, "You bit my tongue … hard."

"Sorry, was in the moment," Xander replied, even though he appeared a little busy with something else.

Spike shook his head, looking away. "No, no, it was …" he was stopped by rushing water hitting his face.

He yelled getting away from a laughing Xander. It seemed the brunet took advantage of Spike looking away and turned the tap on with one hand while aiming the nozzle at Spike's face with the other hand. For all Spike knew, the kiss was probably also to distract him so Xander could have his revenge.

"Ehm, ehm …"

The water quickly stopped and Spike met the disapproving eyes of his father. He swallowed a lump, wondering if Rupert had seen them kissing. He couldn't place the cause for the angry gaze, but hoped it was just for the mess they made. Xander turned off the water before standing nervously next to him.

Giles looked around at the clammy garden. The water was covering the walls, the driveway, and too much on the grass. "All that wasted water," he commented shaking his head before his eyes landed on his soaked boys. The water was steadily dripping from their clothes. He looked at an anxious Xander. "Should I ground you for this?"

Xander looked defensive and pointed at Spike. "He's the one who started it!"

Spike glared. "Did not."

Xander's eyes widened, shocked. "Spike, don't lie. I was standing there doing what every good kid does," a glance at Giles, "obeying their father, and totally don't deserve to get grounded," At Giles' raised eyebrow and second glance at the damaged garden, he tried the puppy dog eyes, "I'm innocent!"

"You defiantly were not that innocent a minute ago," Spike mumbled under his breath. Xander caught it and shot him a glare to shut up.

"Alright, enough. You two clean up the garden or there will be no fishing trip next weekend," Giles ordered, before leaving them. He could hear his boys' protests from behind him and smiled.

Spike gave a sigh of relief, glad his father had not seen their kiss. He heard Xander's bored sigh and turned to watch him grabbing the hose on the floor and returning it to its place, before starting to clean up. "So what's all that about?" Spike asked.

Xander stopped what he was doing and turned around, looking innocent. "What?"

"C'mon, you kissed me," Spike said, annoyed.

"I noticed that."

"So? What does it mean?" Spike approached him. "Was it only a distraction so you could get even?"

Xander blinked. "I'm not that evil." He walked towards his blue towel that fell on the ground while they were playing. Picking it up, he grimaced at how wet it was.

"So what? Coz you made it clear you wanted us to be just friends." The bitter angry tone shocked Spike more than anything. He thought he had more control over his emotions, but there they were, too clear in every syllable.

"Yeah, well, it's hard!" Xander yelled. He threw the towel away, showing how angry he was as well.

Spike hadn't expected that. He stood speechless watching Xander return to his work. Was he trying to avoid him now? Spike thought aggravated. Well, not bloody likely. He walked towards the brunet and grabbed his shoulders spinning him around until Xander was looking at him. "So what are you saying?"

Xander jerked his shoulders, pushing Spike's hands away. "I'm not sure," he spat. He took a deep breath and carried on, "When you were leaning down I wanted you to … that, but then you stopped and I was really … well, as you can say 'bothered'." He sighed, a little too dramatically, to the point that Spike suspected he had actually joined the drama club for his 'acting skills'. "I think I'm not sure if I wanted to accept the gay part of me..."

Spike scoffed, and mouthed, "The gay part of you?"

Xander saw that but chose to ignore it. "But for the past few days, girls don't really attract me."

"Because men do?" Spike asked.

Xander shook his head quietly.

"Because animals do?"

Xander jerked his head up, stunned, and then wore a grossed out expression. Spike sighed. "Then who does?"

"Uh…" Xander's cheeks and neck turned bright red and he lowered his head bashfully.

Spike smiled smugly and approached the embarrassed boy. He warped his arms around Xander's waist and urged him to raise his head. Xander did but his uncomfortable stare was still on the ground. "God, I feel like a girl," he complained.

Spike chuckled, "Get used to it." And kissed him again.


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Xander yawned heavily and then blinked the tears of boredom. His hands loosely held the fishhook, thinking that kissing Spike minutes ago behind the boat's cabin was zillion times more fun than sitting here waiting for a fish to get hooked. He never realized how fun it was to hide from his dad so he could French mouth his 'lover'. There was a feeling of adventure about it. Neither one of the boys was ready to inform Giles about the new developments in their relationship, yet. However, both had enjoyed sneaking away for a kiss or two and trying not to get caught.

"Dad, we spent like half an hour and we haven't caught one single fish."

"Not even one of those dwarf goby fish," Spike said bored.

Xander raised an eyebrow. "Dwarf goby fish?"

Spike shrugged. "Heard they were small."

Giles sighed. "Boys, fishing needs patience."

Xander yawned again and then felt fingers pinching his ass. He gasped.

Giles looked at him excited. "What? You caught something?"

Xander blushed. "No, I … uh, thought … I …" He cast a deadly glare at a snickering Spike.

Giles appeared disappointed and stared back at the sea.

Xander watched as Spike tried to pinch his ass again. He squirmed away but Spike's hand swiftly went to his thigh and pinched hard.

"Dad, look at him!" Xander whined.

"Will, leave your brother alone."

Spike stopped pinching in an instant and drew his hand away wearing a disgusted look that matched Xander's. "Well, technically, he's not my brother," the blond responded to his father.

Xander noticed Giles sulking. He knew how much it saddened his guardian when he had venomously denied his request for adoption and only settled for the guardianship. Giles wanted him to be an official member of the Giles clan, but Xander had not and would not replace his real father with Rupert Giles, even though he started calling the latter by 'Dad'. "Doesn't he feel like one?" Giles asked after a moment of silence.

Xander and Spike looked at each other with wicked smirks.

Suddenly, Giles' fishhook caught something. "Oh, oh," he gasped excited and the three stood together looking down at the rigid thread. Xander unconsciously grabbed the fishhook with his father trying to pull what appeared to be a big fish.

"I can handle it," Giles said with clinched teeth. "Bring the net."

Spike looked around searching. "There's no net."

Giles groaned, irritated. "Oh no, it must be in the cabin. Hurry up, boys."

Both young men ran to the cabin but instead of looking for the net, they busied themselves with other activities. Spike grabbed Xander's shoulders and threw him at the wall. Before Xander got to recover, his lips were attacked by Spike's, who shoved his tongue inside Xander's waiting mouth.

"Have you found it?" Xander heard Giles calling them.

Spike stopped kissing and answered his father, "Not yet!"

Xander chuckled and pulled Spike's head to kiss him. Spike responded hungrily.

"Boys?" Giles sounded a little desperate.

Spike drew back, laughing. "Now, Xan, we must stop. The old man needs his net."

"Oh, c'mon, it's not like we're having sex!" Xander complained, adjusting his collar.

Spike burst laughing. "Like that's gonna happen any time soon," he commented and started searching for the net.

Xander frowned taken aback at the reply. He eyed the older boy quietly.

"Aha," Spike exclaimed and took the net out of an old chest.

"What did you mean by it's not gonna happen?" Xander asked looking pointedly at Spike.

The blond looked at him bewildered. "What's not gonna happen?"

"The sex."

Spike grinned. "Oh, that, well, we can't."

Xander was about to protest, but Giles' horrifying growl slammed into his ears. "Boys!!"

"Here, here!" Spike yelled back hurrying up, leaving behind a dejected Xander who lost every interest he had for this fishing trip.


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