Postcards from a Hotel Room

"So, thanks for warning me, mate."

Giles looked up, surprised. "Pardon?"

"I said, thanks for letting me know that my last customer last night was a bleedin' virgin, Giles. Not like I wished that I'd had a chance to get prepped after an evening of bloody hand jobs or anything. Boy was hung like a bloody horse, too." Spike wasn't really pissed, but he did wish he'd known ahead of time.

Standing up, Giles placed one hand on Spike's shoulder. "Did he hurt you, Spike? I can make sure that he can't hire anyone from our little company again."

Spike shook his head. "Nah - probably was for the best all around. He listened, and got some lessons in how to properly bugger someone. " He thought for a moment. "I told him that if he wanted to try to bottom, he could call for me. If he does? Book him for the whole night."

Giles smiled. Spike played the tough rent boy, but in some ways he was really soft hearted. "You want him to get a discount?"

"Oh, hell, no. I want him to know that what I teach him is worth paying attention to - and you know the best way to do that is make 'im pay through the nose for it."

Giles just nodded and handed over Spike's wages.

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Days blended into weeks, and there was no call from Xander. Spike had pushed him out of his mind, just getting on with the night to night grind of "servicing the customer's needs" - mostly old fat men who couldn't get it up with their wives anymore and were looking for something different to get that old john thomas to work again. There were days when Spike cursed how young he looked - it increased his money, but he tended to get some real sickos.

Last night was a case in point. Guy had told Giles he wanted a bit of a rough tickle. What he hadn't told Giles was that he wanted to throw Spike down and bugger him bloody. By the time Spike had managed to get out of the room, he was covered in bruises.

Calling Giles on his way home, he told the man that he was going to take a few days sick. When he got back to his flat, he ran a hot bath. Trying to relax into the water, he finally let the tears of pain and rage come.


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Three days later, Giles called.

"I'm sorry, Spike. I wouldn't have bothered you at home, but that kid? Xander? He called wanting to know if he could book you for tonight or tomorrow. If you're not up to it, that's fine, but he's pretty clear he doesn't want anyone else. Didn't even hesitate when I told him how much it would be."

Spike stood holding the phone for a moment. He really wasn't up to it - the bruises and tearing were still healing. But, he needed the money. And he'd kinda liked the kid. He sighed.

"I'll do it, Giles. Tomorrow night, okay?"

"That's fine."

After getting the hotel information, Spike hung up and went back to bed.

*************

Blowing out a sigh, Spike knocked on the door. He wasn't quite as sore, and if Xander had called him 'cause he wanted to *get* buggered, like Spike expected, the residual ache wouldn't matter all that much.

The TV inside the room cut off, but no one answered the door. Spike was actually raising his hand to knock again when he finally heard the sound of someone moving toward the door. Xander opened it, and still not speaking, waved Spike in.

This was... odd. Very odd. Spike turned to ask something, say something, he wasn't sure what, when Xander moved right up into his space, and took Spike's head in his hands. Spike realized what he was going to try to do a moment before he did it. Forcing his head to one side, he murmured, "Don't kiss, pet. Do anything else you like, but I don't kiss." Xander whimpered a little, but didn't push the issue - instead he dropped his head to Spike's shoulder and kissed him there.

Spike let him hold him for several minutes, but eventually decided to push at least a little bit. "What would you like, pet? Have anything in mind for tonight, or are just gonna stand here all night?" Xander started, like he hadn't been aware of how much time had passed.

"Yeah, um... well, you had mentioned that I could call you if...." There was that blush again.

Time to lighten things up a bit. "If you can't say it, pet, you probably ought not do it." Spike grinned. Xander giggled. Encouraged, Spike patted him on the head. "Otherwise, I may just think you're too young to do some fun things, y'see."

Xander laughed a bit harder. Still blushing, he tried again. "You told me that I could call you if I decided that I wanted to try getting...." He swallowed, and finished the sentence softly, "getting fucked. I'd like to try it? Please?" Still blushing, Xander raised his eyes to Spike's. "Fucking you felt wonderful, but I *know* I did a shit job of making you feel good. I'd like to know what to do to make being... um, in that position feel good."

Nodding slowly, Spike said, "And the best way to find that out is to be there, huh?"

"Uh, huh," Xander said softly, dropping his eyes again.

Slipping free of Xander's embrace, Spike tried to keep things light. "Well, you've got me for the whole night, so whaddya say that we start the same way we did last time? Y'know, with the whole taking off our clothes thing."

Still keeping his eyes averted, Xander nodded and stripped down quickly. He was naked before Spike had even finished untying his boots. Quietly, Xander crawled onto the bed and got in the same position Spike had taken last time, on his hands and knees. Stupid sod, probably even thought he was ready for this, but the shaking in his arms and legs gave him away.

Once Spike was naked, he crawled up on to the bed, but instead of coming up behind Xander like the boy so obviously expected, he laid down to one side, settling a few items under the pillow. "Like I said, Xander, we've got all night. So what say we take it slow, eh?" When Xander just looked confused, Spike reached over and gently pulled him over till he was lying on his side, spooned in front of him. Backing up slightly, he finished rolling Xander so he was laying on his back. One long look down Xander's body confirmed his suspicion - the boy wasn't even hard. That wouldn't do at all.

Sitting up, Spike swung his leg over Xander's waist and settled on his knees. He leaned forward and started at the boy's neck, licking and nibbling lightly, till he felt some of the tension drain out of him. Moving gradually lower, he worked over the boy's chest, spending long minutes playing with his nipples. By the time he'd started to move lower yet, Xander was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and Spike was very definitely getting poked by a cock that was a whole lot more interested in the proceedings than a few minutes earlier.

Wet open mouthed kisses were pressed along the boy's stomach, with a brief stop at his belly button and then Spike was face to face with the boy's cock. This time, though, he had other plans. He gently urged Xander to spread his legs and moved to mouth his balls while making a long arm to grab the supplies he'd hidden a few minutes earlier. Most of his concentration on the balls he was teasing, he unfolded one of the dams and added a bit of slick to one side. When Xander was moaning softly, Spike got his hands under Xander's thighs and urged him to lift his legs.

A quick second, and the dam was right over that tight little virginal hole, and Spike was tonguing it for all he was worth. Xander jumped at the first touch, but within a few seconds was pushing down, trying to get greater contact than the piece of rubber would allow. Spike wondered, as he tried to be as forceful as he could, how the boy had never *noticed* that he wanted his ass played with. Oh, well.

By the time Spike felt Xander was ready to push things up to the next level, Xander was moaning steadily and his thighs were shaking. Shifting to one side, Spike encouraged him to lower his legs, but to spread them even wider. Slicking up his fingers, he placed one just at the entrance to Xander's body. "Xander...." he called softly, trying to get him to focus a little bit. When Xander had rolled his head over to face him, Spike said, "Xander, I'm going to slide a little way in, mate. I can stop if it hurts." At Xander's shaky nod, Spike breached Xander's hole with just the tip of his finger.

He paused for a moment, but when he got no complaints, he slid a little further, and then a little more, till he had one finger all the way in. Pausing for a moment, he searched Xander's face for any signs of discomfort while asking, "Okay there, pet?"

"Feels... weird. Good, but weird." Spike smiled again, and started slowly moving his finger. Once Xander's arse was a bit looser, he felt around a bit until he found the boy's prostate. When he rubbed it gently, Xander tensed up like he'd been hit by an electrical current.

"What... what the HELL was that?" Xander asked, panting.

"That's your prostate, pet. And that's why men like getting buggered." A few gentle strokes across it and Xander was rolling his hips, trying to get more pressure there. Spike slipped his finger out, to a long, low moan of disappointment, and added more slick. "Two fingers, mate."

It took no time for Xander to adjust to the additional width, and Spike wondered again how he'd made it this long without getting buggered. Then again... He stilled his hand. "You ever play with your arse, Xander? Or let someone else do it?"

Xander looked ready to do harm, but he managed to get his breathing under control and look at Spike. "Uh... not before I, uh, fucked you. Since then, I've tried - you know, my own fingers - but I couldn't make it feel like *this*!" At the "this" Xander rolled his hips again, and his eyes practically rolled back in his head.

With a silent laugh, Spike pulled his fingers almost out, and then slid them smoothly back. "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod," Xander chanted under his breath.

"You think you're ready for a bit more, pet? Or we can stop anytime you like, okay?"

Again came that silent but forceful threat of harm. Followed by one not quite so silent: "If you stop, I will kill you, Spike. Yes, more!"

This time not bothering to hide his pleased laugh, Spike slid his fingers out, returning with three. For the first time, Xander showed signs of discomfort, and continuing the slow slide, Spike asked him, "Too much, pet? Need me to stop?"

Xander was gasping, obviously trying to relax. At Spike's question, he nodded and said, "J - j- just give me a second, okay?" Spike nodded, and lowered his head to Xander's nipple, nipping and licking. After a minute, Xander touched Spike's head and said, "Go slow, please? It, like, it burns a bit, and it's a stretch, but it still feels good."

With a slightly harder bite to Xander's nipple, Spike resumed sliding his fingers into place, hearing little whimpers above his head. When they were firmly in place, Spike paused again and lifted his head to look at Xander. He was chewing his lip, still whimpering. Damn, that had been pain, then. This wasn't going to work. Spike sighed, and slid his fingers out again.

"Wait, please... please don't stop."

"S'okay, pet. This *shouldn't* hurt, but it obviously is, so we're just going to try something a bit different." He thought for a bit, idly glancing around the room. Noticing the bottle of scotch on the dresser, he got an idea. "You drink, pet?"

"Not often, but sometimes, yeah."

Spike got up from the bed, and wiped his fingers off with some tissues. Picking up the bottle, he turned to look at Xander. "Bottle's missing about a shot, pet - liquid courage before I got here?"

Xander grinned a bit. "You blame me?"

With a bit of a laugh, Spike said, "Not at all. In fact, I vote that we give you a little more. Help you relax and all. You okay with that, mate?" With Xander's nod, Spike grabbed a glass and poured about two shots worth while Xander sat up. "Here ya go. Drink up."

From the way Xander sipped at the scotch, Spike could tell he really *wasn't* used to it. He wasn't going to get the boy drunk, but he wanted him to relax a bit - hopefully it would make this go easier on the boy. Spike was working very hard to not think about why this was so important to him.

Xander finished the glass and set it to one side. He then blew Spike's efforts to not think all to hell. "Why are you doing this? I mean, I'm paying you to fuck me, but you're doing your best to make it good for me. Why?"

Blowing out a disgusted sigh at himself, Spike answered "I'm not completely certain. Mostly 'cause I think you're going to be really good for someone some day - and I don't wanna ruin that, I think." Whatever look Spike had on his face clearly discouraged Xander from asking any other questions.

When Xander reached out and laid a gentle hand on one of Spike's healing bruises, Spike turned up the glare a bit. "Don't even ask, Xander. Not your business." Xander pulled his hand back like he'd been burned. Didn't bother Spike - he may like the boy, but he'd be damned if he was going to "share."

Several minutes and another shot later, Xander carefully laid back down. "I think that's enough, Spike. Any more and I'm going to be actually drunk, and that kinda blows the whole point here."

Spike nodded and knelt next to Xander on the bed. He guided Xander in turning over so he was lying on his stomach. Placing one hand on the back of Xander's neck, so that he didn't try to push his upper body up, he told him to pull his knees up, so that he was more exposed. "That's good, pet. Very good. You comfortable like this?"

Xander nodded, and Spike grabbed for the slick. Adding more to his fingers, he circled Xander's hole with his finger. "Ready, pet?" When Xander nodded, he slid his finger in. The alcohol and change in position had done it's job, and Xander hadn't tightened up much, so Spike rapidly added another finger. This angle was obviously better for the boy - he was moaning and his cock was hard as stone. "You ready for me to try three fingers again, mate?" Xander hesitated, and then nodded. "Remember, if you don't like this, tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

Adding even more lube - Xander was going to be leaking the stuff for days, Spike thought with a smile - he carefully slid a third finger a little way into Xander's arse. This time, there was no whimper, and Xander's muscles didn't tighten up like he was in pain. Instead, there was just a quiet little "Oh" of surprise, and then a soft moan. When Spike brushed his prostate, he got that lovely little roll of the hips, followed by Xander pushing out his arse, like he was trying to get more.

"S'good, pet?" Spike asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh, my god. I had no idea that it could feel like this. It's so good, Spike." Almost every word was punctuated by another roll of hips, another moan. Spike kept playing long after Xander had started to relax, getting him used to the sensation.

When Xander's movements started to get more deliberate, and he had aborted several attempts to reach for his own cock, Spike said "Gotta make a decision, pet. You wanna just come like this? Or do you want me to fuck you?"

Xander looked over Spike. "I've got you the whole night, right?" At Spike's nod, Xander nodded firmly. "Both."

Spike laughed - he couldn't help it. "Greedy sod, are you?" Xander nodded again, a small smile teasing the corners of his mouth. "Both it is, then, pet." With that, Spike started driving his fingers with a bit more force, directly into Xander's prostate. Xander bucked and cried out, and then reached down to grab his own cock. A half a dozen thrusts, and Xander was coming with a howl.