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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
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30
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Chapter 24
Chapter 24
Spike closed the lid to the hamper, grimacing at the smell. He’d awakened Wesley soon after leaving Xander’s bed, only to discover that the older boy had vomited during the night, soiling the sheets. He’d hated to rush his obviously hung-over friend, but his need to get the older boy out of the house by the time his father awoke overrode Wesley’s comfort. He’d sighed in relief when he returned home to find his father still sleeping.
He took a fresh set of linens from the closet and walked quietly back to his room to make his bed. He stopped short at the damp spot left on the mattress. Tossing the sheets to the floor, he leaned closer, sniffing cautiously. He wrinkled his nose at the smell then shrugged, flipping the mattress over before arranging the bedding.
He’d just finished tossing the pillow onto the mattress when a brunet head leaned into his room, wearing a mile-wide grin.
“Will?”
Spike looked up, smiling in return at the boy. “Yeah?”
“Phone. For you.”
Spike’s brows knitted together in confusion. “Who is it?”
Xander walked into the room, cordless phone in hand. “I dunno. Some guy. It’s not Wesley, though.”
Spike took the phone and raised it to his ear. “Yeah?”
“Hello, Spike?”
The voice was familiar. “Yeah…. Is this…Who is this?”
“It’s Angel. You know, from the party last night?”
Spike’s heart leapt into his throat at the name. He sat on the bed, knees weakened by the realization that Angel had called. He pressed the phone against his chest, his hands cupping protectively around the mouthpiece.
He dropped his voice so he wouldn’t be heard over the line and looked up at his brother, who was mid-yawn. “It’s him!”
Xander absently scratched his abdomen, blinking sleepily. “Him who?”
“The guy from the party!”
Xander’s face slipped into a near scowl. “The almost-kissing guy?”
Xander’s words brought back that moment: Angel’s hands gripping him tightly, the barest brush of lips, the warmth of Angel’s body against his own. Spike exhaled, flushed with heat. His eyes glazed over as he absently caressed the phone. “Yeah…”
He brought the phone back up to his ear, missing the fallen look on his brother’s face.
“Hey, Angel.”
There was a soft sigh on the line. “Hey.”
Spike glanced up, noting the boy had slumped to the bed. He spoke into the phone, “Can you hold on a mo’?” then pulled the phone away from his face again. “Xander!”
The wide-eyed boy slowly drew his gaze up to Spike’s face.
“Can you…?” He gestured towards the door.
Xander jerked to his feet, looking at the floor. “Yeah, sure, I…”
Raising his voice a bit, Spike called out, “Hey, could you shut the door, yeah?”
Xander didn’t reply, but pulled the door shut, leaving Spike alone with the phone.
He held the phone to his ear, his mouth moving, but no sound escaping. The scene from the party kept running through his head, his body tingling where Angel had gripped his shoulder, his hip, his thigh. He inhaled sharply and finally spoke.
“’M Back.”
“Good.”
Spike’s breath quickened at the smile in Angel’s voice. “Little brothers…pain in the ass sometimes, yeah?”
“Yeah…well, I have a sister. She’s 16. She, uh, gets pretty annoying at times.”
“Yeah.” He glanced down at his hand, idly picking lint from the worn duvet. “Xander’s 14.” Spike’s tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips. He rubbed them together, imagining the slip-slide of Angel’s lips against his own. He barely choked back the whimper that arose in his throat, coughing lightly instead. “So…”
“Listen. I, uh…wanted to apologize for last night, for the kiss, I mean.”
Spike stopped breathing. “What do you mean? Y-you didn’t mean it? You didn’t want to…kiss me?”
“No! I-I mean, Yes. I mean…I’m just usually not that forward, ya know. I’d had a little too much to drink and came on a little strong; I just wanted to make sure I didn’t…scare you off.”
“So…you wanted to kiss me?”
“Yeah, I want to kiss you.”
Spike didn’t miss the present tense. He bit his lip and leaned back against the headboard, nestling into the pillows and blankets he’d piled there; he imagined Angel’s arms around him, pulling him close, a soft voice whispering in his ear.
“Me, too.”
Angel laughed in relief. “That makes things easier.”
Ducking his head in amusement, Spike grinned into the phone. “Yeah, guess it does.”
“Listen, I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go...somewhere tonight. If you’re not busy, of course.”
“Uh, yeah, sure. Where?”
“We could get a bite to eat and then catch a movie, or we could just rent a few and go back to my place.”
An image of he and Angel pressed tightly together, the only light the flickering of the television, passed through Spike’s mind. “We could rent.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Angel sighed heavily into the phone. “I’m really glad Wes brought you last night.”
At Angel’s comment, Spike furrowed his brow, remembering his confusion when Wes had mentioned the party. “Angel, Wes said you asked him to bring me – h-how did you know who I am?”
“I saw you around at school last year, but I was never able to catch you so we could meet. You always seemed to be hurrying home after school, and we didn’t have any classes together…I guess I’d just given up. When I heard that you were friends with Wes…I thought that maybe I’d gotten a second chance.”
“Oh.” He rearranged himself, stretching his legs out and rolling his neck. “You knew Wes from school, then?”
“Yeah. The little smartass was in some of my classes, and we worked on a few projects together.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not a stalker…I just saw an opportunity and…well, it’s worked out so far.” There was another voice barely audible on the line, followed by a bump and a curse. “Hey, listen. I’ve gotta run – some pledges are detailing my car and I want to make sure they don’t screw anything up. Pick you up at seven?”
Spike felt his eyes widen at the thought of Angel coming to his house. “No! Uhm…I’ll meet you at your dorm; we can leave from there.”
“Sounds great – I’ll see you then.”
“See ya.” Punching the ‘off’ button, Spike jumped up from the bed and ran down the hallway to tell Xander the good news.
Spike closed the lid to the hamper, grimacing at the smell. He’d awakened Wesley soon after leaving Xander’s bed, only to discover that the older boy had vomited during the night, soiling the sheets. He’d hated to rush his obviously hung-over friend, but his need to get the older boy out of the house by the time his father awoke overrode Wesley’s comfort. He’d sighed in relief when he returned home to find his father still sleeping.
He took a fresh set of linens from the closet and walked quietly back to his room to make his bed. He stopped short at the damp spot left on the mattress. Tossing the sheets to the floor, he leaned closer, sniffing cautiously. He wrinkled his nose at the smell then shrugged, flipping the mattress over before arranging the bedding.
He’d just finished tossing the pillow onto the mattress when a brunet head leaned into his room, wearing a mile-wide grin.
“Will?”
Spike looked up, smiling in return at the boy. “Yeah?”
“Phone. For you.”
Spike’s brows knitted together in confusion. “Who is it?”
Xander walked into the room, cordless phone in hand. “I dunno. Some guy. It’s not Wesley, though.”
Spike took the phone and raised it to his ear. “Yeah?”
“Hello, Spike?”
The voice was familiar. “Yeah…. Is this…Who is this?”
“It’s Angel. You know, from the party last night?”
Spike’s heart leapt into his throat at the name. He sat on the bed, knees weakened by the realization that Angel had called. He pressed the phone against his chest, his hands cupping protectively around the mouthpiece.
He dropped his voice so he wouldn’t be heard over the line and looked up at his brother, who was mid-yawn. “It’s him!”
Xander absently scratched his abdomen, blinking sleepily. “Him who?”
“The guy from the party!”
Xander’s face slipped into a near scowl. “The almost-kissing guy?”
Xander’s words brought back that moment: Angel’s hands gripping him tightly, the barest brush of lips, the warmth of Angel’s body against his own. Spike exhaled, flushed with heat. His eyes glazed over as he absently caressed the phone. “Yeah…”
He brought the phone back up to his ear, missing the fallen look on his brother’s face.
“Hey, Angel.”
There was a soft sigh on the line. “Hey.”
Spike glanced up, noting the boy had slumped to the bed. He spoke into the phone, “Can you hold on a mo’?” then pulled the phone away from his face again. “Xander!”
The wide-eyed boy slowly drew his gaze up to Spike’s face.
“Can you…?” He gestured towards the door.
Xander jerked to his feet, looking at the floor. “Yeah, sure, I…”
Raising his voice a bit, Spike called out, “Hey, could you shut the door, yeah?”
Xander didn’t reply, but pulled the door shut, leaving Spike alone with the phone.
He held the phone to his ear, his mouth moving, but no sound escaping. The scene from the party kept running through his head, his body tingling where Angel had gripped his shoulder, his hip, his thigh. He inhaled sharply and finally spoke.
“’M Back.”
“Good.”
Spike’s breath quickened at the smile in Angel’s voice. “Little brothers…pain in the ass sometimes, yeah?”
“Yeah…well, I have a sister. She’s 16. She, uh, gets pretty annoying at times.”
“Yeah.” He glanced down at his hand, idly picking lint from the worn duvet. “Xander’s 14.” Spike’s tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips. He rubbed them together, imagining the slip-slide of Angel’s lips against his own. He barely choked back the whimper that arose in his throat, coughing lightly instead. “So…”
“Listen. I, uh…wanted to apologize for last night, for the kiss, I mean.”
Spike stopped breathing. “What do you mean? Y-you didn’t mean it? You didn’t want to…kiss me?”
“No! I-I mean, Yes. I mean…I’m just usually not that forward, ya know. I’d had a little too much to drink and came on a little strong; I just wanted to make sure I didn’t…scare you off.”
“So…you wanted to kiss me?”
“Yeah, I want to kiss you.”
Spike didn’t miss the present tense. He bit his lip and leaned back against the headboard, nestling into the pillows and blankets he’d piled there; he imagined Angel’s arms around him, pulling him close, a soft voice whispering in his ear.
“Me, too.”
Angel laughed in relief. “That makes things easier.”
Ducking his head in amusement, Spike grinned into the phone. “Yeah, guess it does.”
“Listen, I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go...somewhere tonight. If you’re not busy, of course.”
“Uh, yeah, sure. Where?”
“We could get a bite to eat and then catch a movie, or we could just rent a few and go back to my place.”
An image of he and Angel pressed tightly together, the only light the flickering of the television, passed through Spike’s mind. “We could rent.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Angel sighed heavily into the phone. “I’m really glad Wes brought you last night.”
At Angel’s comment, Spike furrowed his brow, remembering his confusion when Wes had mentioned the party. “Angel, Wes said you asked him to bring me – h-how did you know who I am?”
“I saw you around at school last year, but I was never able to catch you so we could meet. You always seemed to be hurrying home after school, and we didn’t have any classes together…I guess I’d just given up. When I heard that you were friends with Wes…I thought that maybe I’d gotten a second chance.”
“Oh.” He rearranged himself, stretching his legs out and rolling his neck. “You knew Wes from school, then?”
“Yeah. The little smartass was in some of my classes, and we worked on a few projects together.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not a stalker…I just saw an opportunity and…well, it’s worked out so far.” There was another voice barely audible on the line, followed by a bump and a curse. “Hey, listen. I’ve gotta run – some pledges are detailing my car and I want to make sure they don’t screw anything up. Pick you up at seven?”
Spike felt his eyes widen at the thought of Angel coming to his house. “No! Uhm…I’ll meet you at your dorm; we can leave from there.”
“Sounds great – I’ll see you then.”
“See ya.” Punching the ‘off’ button, Spike jumped up from the bed and ran down the hallway to tell Xander the good news.