Hearts and Secrets

Spike sat at the end of the bar, chatting with the bartender, nursing his fifth beer. He’d spent the evening sharking a few games of pool, aware of the many eyes on him, both male and female, while playing his best at being nonchalant about it. He liked the attention, always had. He’d never act on it, of course, because he was with Angel. But it was nice to know he had a string of admirers to choose from, if ever the moment permitted.

He’d never had problems finding someone to take home, and spent most of his time picking up one night stands until Angel came along, changing his entire world in the matter of a couple of months. They’d been together a year now, longer than any relationship he’d ever been in. He liked the security and the idea that there was always someone waiting for you, always happy to see you. Unless you were accusing them of fucking someone else. That really seemed to put a damper on things.

He was about to leave, laying a tip on the bar when a young man slid forward, easing onto the barstool beside him, watching him closely. Spike tilted his head slightly, glancing out of the corner of his eye. He wouldn’t deny that the boy was attractive. Would have been just his type when he was single and looking. But the kid was also young. Probably young enough to have gotten in on a fake ID. Spike shifted his gaze and couldn’t help but notice that there was something strangely familiar in the dark eyes. He couldn’t quite place it, but he felt as if he knew him somehow. After a moment lost in thought, he finally heard the voice beside him, trying to get his attention.

“You look like you could use another beer.”

Spike picked up his bottle, swirling the contents in the bottom and shook his head. “About to leave.” He tapped a cigarette from his pack and gripped the end with his teeth to pull it out. He lit it, exhaled the puff of smoke and turned his head. “Why? You buying?”

The boy took a sip from his own bottle and called for the bartender, holding up a twenty. Once she left with the money, he motioned toward the pool tables. “Looks like you pissed some people off.”

“They’ll get over it.”

He watched the smile curl across the stranger’s lips, a smile that lit his entire face. Definitely his type, but he’d been out of the flirting and dating game for a while. The bad part was, until now, he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it. And why the hell was he thinking those kinds of thoughts anyway? Like he was interested. Like he could pick the boy up and take him home. He shook his head and ground the cigarette out into an ashtray in front of him. He really needed to get home to Angel… after this last drink.

“So, you here alone?”

Spike looked around and cocked his brow. “Don’t see anyone else, do you?” A little flirting wouldn’t hurt anything. Besides, it wasn’t like he was really doing anything wrong.

The boy bit his lip and smiled. “Was hoping you’d say that.” He moved in, scooting his stool closer, leaning further into Spike’s space. “Cause I’ve been watching you.”

Spike lifted his beer and swallowed hard. “That right?”

“Oh hell yeah. Been waiting to come over and meet you. But I bet you’re used to that. Bet you’re used to people coming onto you?” He hesitated, and took a quick, nervous breath. “I was kinda hoping, maybe…”

Another lift of his eyebrow and Spike smirked. The boy was gorgeous. His unsureness hidden by bravado, trying to be cool, but Spike could tell he wasn’t used to this.

He tried to draw it out, using his lowest seductive voice and asked, “Hoping maybe what?”

The boy looked straight at him, with hopeful eyes and blurted out, “You are into guys, right?”

Spike nearly spit his beer, his eyes widening in amusement. Without too much thought, but knowing he shouldn’t be playing like this, he turned, letting his legs fall open on either side of the stool and placed his hand on the boy’s thigh. “What do you think?” He shifted his thumb, rubbing slightly along the crease between thigh and groin.

The boy visibly gulped and exhaled as he moved forward, forcing Spike’s hand closer toward his crotch. “I think,” he swallowed, “you’re fucking hot.”

Spike glanced down as he dragged his index finger over the place where the boy’s cock sat, watching as the tan khakis he was wearing began to tent. He slid forward, sitting just on the edge of his stool and leaned in so he could reach the boy’s ear. Softly, while his hand continued to work, backing off so he was barely brushing against the cock stirring to life, he whispered, “Better be careful who you pick up in bars. Never know what their intentions might be.”

The boy was panting; his eyes open only half way. He wrapped his fingers around Spike’s wrist, stopping the movement and then looked up. “Come home with me.”

Spike studied him for a moment, noting the look of want and lust in the deep, brown eyes. God, if he were single and free to do what he wanted, the boy would be in a world of trouble. But he wasn’t, and he wasn’t about to do anything stupid, either. But… he couldn’t help it because he had to taste him. He’d let himself feel guilty later, but right now, it was too tempting to pass up. His hand moved away from the boy’s groin to settle on his hip as he closed the gap between them, bringing their mouths only inches away.

The boy shifted and whispered, “Please? I’d really like to fuck you.”

Spike smiled in awe at the forward display, and for the first time since they’d been together, just for a moment, he wished he wasn’t involved with Angel. He licked his lips and leaned forward, growling out, “Not quite the shy boy, are we?”

The last thing he saw was a sly grin before their lips met, soft and wet, sliding against each other with gentle force. He allowed his tongue to graze between, but didn’t try to go further, keeping the kiss tamer than he would have liked. After a few seconds passed, he pulled back, curling his tongue behind his teeth.

“Sorry mate, I don’t go home with strangers.”

With his heart pounding in his chest, excited far more than he should have been, Spike pulled himself off the stool and walked away, forcing his eyes to not look back as he left the building.

All the way home, he was a ball of guilty, nervous energy. Fuck, what was all that about? He kept telling himself it was all Angel’s fault, causing him to feel neglected and insecure, but who the hell was he really kidding? The boy had turned him on.

By the time Spike made it back to the apartment, he’d pushed the boy out of his head and tried to wrap his mind around Angel working with Wesley and what they might or might not be doing together. Spending time away, just allowing himself to let loose and cool down after all of the fighting, gave him a chance to think about things and to consider how much Angel really did love him. Or maybe it was just the six beers and quarter bottle of Jack Daniels taking the edge off the situation. Either way, his mind was set on seeing things from a different perspective by giving Angel the benefit of the doubt.

But then there was the young, dark stranger and the incredible kiss. The kiss he wasn’t going to think about. Ever again.

He entered the room and slid out of his duster, letting it fall into a heap on the floor. The only thing he could focus on was finding Angel and apologizing for being such a stupid, jealous boyfriend. Angel loved him and he’d given him no reason to think otherwise. Sure, Wesley Wyndham-Price was definitely more Angel’s type. No doubt about that. Not only was he well educated; he came from money, just like Angel, while Spike had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks. Wes was brought up all sophisticated and proper-like, and Spike learned most of what he knew on the streets. But, even with such vast differences, Spike had the one thing Wesley didn’t. He had Angel.

So now, all he had to do was make things right and stop being such an immature jerk. If he wanted to hold onto Angel, he had to keep him happy. And that was something Spike definitely knew how to do. If he could just keep his lips off other men.

Looking around the dark apartment, he noticed the sofa was empty and the blanket was lying in a ball on the floor beside it. Spike made his way to the other end of the apartment, pushing the bedroom door open, and saw Angel stretched out on the bed, still dressed in his business suit, lying on top of the comforter. He should have known. Angel never stayed on the couch for very long, even when they were fighting. Spike liked to think it was because Angel missed the comfort of being with him in their bed. But really, he knew it was because Angel’s long legs were always too cramped to stay on the short sofa for too long.

He stood in the doorway, watching as Angel’s chest rose and fell slowly. He’d done away with his tie at least, opening the top three buttons of his now-wrinkled dress shirt, which was tucked half in, half out of his slacks. Spike smiled at the rumpled mess. Angel had a thing about neatness, which Spike definitely didn’t share his passion for. Angel’s side of the closet compared to Spike’s? No similarity. They were opposites in every way except for the way they felt about each other.

Spike moved closer, crawling onto the bed, nudging his nose softly against a warm cheek. “Angel?” He shifted his body, spooning along Angel’s side, running his fingers through sleep mussed hair. Angel mumbled and unconsciously batted Spike’s hand away. Spike didn’t give up, instead pushed a leg over top and leaned in to brush their lips together. “You awake, luv?”

An eye opened slightly, squinting at him through long, dark lashes. Angel’s head fell to the side, looking at the small, digital alarm clock beside him and then back toward Spike.

“It’s 2 AM.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Not really.”

Angel’s expression shifted as he awakened a bit more. “What do you want, Spike?” he asked, the frustration coming out in his voice. “I’m too tired to argue with you anymore tonight.”

“Not gonna argue,” Spike whispered, crawling onto Angel’s body, rubbing his hips sensuously against him. “Was plannin’ on sayin’ I’m sorry.”

Angel cocked an eyebrow.

“Look, pet. You can understand where it might bother me, right? You and him working so close together and all?”

Angel let out a gentle sigh, but nodded anyway.

“It’s just, a bit of déjà vu. If it wasn’t for you taking my case… us working day in and day out…”

Angel smiled, remembering. “We wouldn’t be together.” He paused and then said, “I know, Spike, and I do understand. But you have to decide whether you trust me or you don’t.” Angel’s face turned serious again. “Just because I got involved with you doesn’t mean…” He stopped and shook his head. “He’s a client. That’s all.”

“One that you used to fuck,” Spike reminded him.

“But not anymore.”

“But you are spending a lot of time together.”

“And then I come home to you. To our apartment and our bed.” Angel reached around and gripped the back of Spike’s neck, pulling him down for a rough kiss. “Right where I want to be.”

Spike closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of Angel’s lips, his tongue pushing inside, possessing him. He let go of a little more tension and moved, nuzzling his lips against Angel’s neck, nibbling gently along the sensitive trail up to his ear. He worked his hips slowly, grinding forward between the ridge of Angel’s inner thigh and groin, teasing Angel’s cock to life with barely-there touches.

“What time do you have to go in?”

Angel closed his eyes and ground upward against Spike’s body. “Depends on how long you keep me up.”

Spike placed his hands on either side of Angel’s head and lifted his upper body, rubbing his crotch forward and back against Angel’s leg. “So you’re planning on staying home then?”

Angel chuckled and grabbed Spike’s arms, flipping them over so he was lying on top. “What’s gotten into you?”

Spike gripped Angel’s shirt, trying to pry the buttons loose to push it down his arms. “You, in about two minutes if you’re lucky.”

“Mmm.” Angel pulled back, taking a kneeling position and pulled his shirt the rest of the way off, followed by the white t-shirt underneath. He climbed off the bed and unfastened his pants, sliding them along with his boxers onto the floor. He positioned his hand around his cock and began to stroke, moving closer so the other hand could slide up Spike’s thigh, stopping to palm the prominent bulge between his legs. “Who needs two minutes?” His fingers pulled at Spike's buttons clumsily. “Get these off.”

Angel took his hand away, reaching in the bedside table while Spike discarded his jeans and settled back against the pillow. “That’s it, pet,” Spike rasped, watching Angel slick his cock with a handful of lube. “Nice and wet and it’ll slide right in.” He reached behind his knees and pulled his legs up as Angel returned and knelt in front of him, positioning his cock at Spike’s entrance. He gripped Spike’s hips and pushed forward, easing the head in with a grunt.

“God, Spike. Love taking you this way. Without my fingers stretching you… getting you ready for me. You’re so fucking tight.”

Spike clenched, feeling the slow, steady burn as Angel pushed in a little further, working through the tight ring inside his ass. He rose upward as high as he could, sliding his feet up, resting his calves on Angel’s shoulders. Angel let go of his hips and twisted both hands into the bottom of Spike’s shirt, pushing it up and over Spike’s arms, letting it bind his hands above his head.

Spike squirmed and pushed back, urging Angel deeper, until finally, with a forced thrust, he felt Angel’s balls firmly against his ass. “That’s right, pet. Such a big cock… Make it burn.”

Angel moaned, letting go with one of his hands to find a peaked nipple, rolling and pinching it between his fingers as he began a steady rhythm with his hips. “You’re crazy,” Angel growled, as he pounded into him, “to think I’d ever…” a strangled breath, “want anyone else... this way.” His fingers made their way downward to wrap around Spike’s cock, stroking harshly as he fucked faster into his body. “Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Oh bloody hell, Angel. Fuck me!” he roared, his voice carrying loudly across the silent room. “Just want you to fuck me.” Spike arched his back letting his muscles clench and release, massaging Angel’s cock as he tried to encourage just the right angle. One, two more thrusts and he was there, seeing lights and stars as Angel ground against his prostate, his cock letting go and spilling over Angel’s hand, leaving streams of cum to land on his stomach.

“Fuck!” Angel screamed, slamming hard one more time, and then stilling completely as he also came, deep inside Spike’s body.