Fancy a Ride

Chapter Three

Spike pulls Xander back towards the bedroom, which is no longer partitioned off. Xander’s friend Tara is a dressmaker and he has the screens stacked up next to the front door to take to her. He thinks that she might be able to repair the silk tapestries.

Spike yawns as he starts to peel his day old clothes off. “What day is it anyway?”

Xander shrugs and thinks back. “Um… Saturday, I think.”

“Fuck. Have to play tonight. What time is it?” Spike peers at the clock, noting that it is late in the afternoon. “Man. I wanted to spend some time with you today. Maybe talk and get to know each other.” Spike opens a drawer and pull out a pair of shredded jeans. He sighs, drops them back in the drawer and slams it shut.

Xander tries not to grin, but finally gives into the urge.

“Don’t you dare laugh!” Spike scowls at Xander, but can’t maintain it when Xander begins to snicker. Spike collapses to the floor, laughing so hard that tears are rolling down his face.

Xander grabs spike by the arms and pulls him to his feet. “’Come on, Blondie. Let’s go to my place and shower. Bet I have some old jeans that’ll fit you.”

Spike pulls his shirt back on and both men begin searching for their shoes. “This really bites, you know?”

“I know.”

Spike grabs the phone and hits redial. “Rupert? Yeah. Look, I can’t make it in tonight. My clothes are all shredded, my bike is gone, if my stuff wasn’t at the club, I’d… You don’t have to do that. Ok. Well sorry for cutting out on you. Yeah, I know. No, I don’t want… Ok. All right! Bye.” He leads Xander out the back door of his apartment and waves him towards the passenger side of an old DeSoto. “My baby,” he confides in Xander.

Xander grins as Spike slams the engine into gear. “Pretty girl.”

Spike glances at Xander out of the corner of his eye. “So, you want to tell me where I’m heading?”

Xander blushes and laughs. “Sorry. I feel like I’ve k you you forever already, I just expect you to know everything about me.”

Spike stops at a red light and reaches out a hand, running it through greasy brown strands. “I feel the same.”

Xander gets lost in the stormy blue eyes that are holding his and jerks out of his reverie when the car behind them begins blaring its horn. “Turn right. I live off of Austin Avenue on Quail Run.”

“Right then.” Spike reluctantly moves his hand away from Xander and sticks it out the window, flipping of the driver behind him. He turns and follows Xander’s instructions, pulling up in front of an older house. “This all yours?”

Xander is halfway out the door, hand already deep in his pocket, reaching for his keys. “Nah. The owner split it up into four apartments about fifteen years ago. It’s nice. I was really lucky to get it. Just happened to be walking by when he was sticking the ‘For Lease’ sign in the ground. Come on up.” Xander leads Spike up the stairs on the left side of the house.

When the door opens, Xander turns and blocks Spike’s view of the interior. “Now remember. I am but a poor college student.”

Spike nods and Xander allows him to enter the living room. Bookshelves line the walls and there are bare spaces where Anya has obviously removed things. A ratty couch on thin wooden legs rests against the wall and a decent entertainment center sits across from it. Xander moans when he notices that the television is gone, as is the DVD player.

Xander disappears around a door and Spike hears an explicative. “She took the coffee maker!”

Spike wanders towards another open door, stepping over the piles of clothing that litter the floor. “Did she take the bed?” He peeks in the room, pleased to see box springs and a mattress.

“Did she?” Xander’s disembodied voice makes it around the corner before he does. He drops his head to the doorframe and grunts. “She took the fucking bed.”

Spike smiles and points. “At least you still have a mattress. That’s more than I’ve got!”

Xander gives a passable growl and grabs Spike around the waist, backing him towards said mattress. He shoves the blond down on the bed, falling to land on tophim.him. “You think this is funny, huh?”

Spike grins. “Hell, yeah. We both had our apartments trashed by our ex girlfriends in the same twenty-four hours. It’s bloody funny!”

Xander presses down further into the body below him. He thrusts his hips gently against Spike’s, feeling not only his own cock fill, but Spike’s as well. Spike’s hands come up to twine in dark waves and he pulls Xander down for a kiss.

Their lips meet gently at first, but quickly move into a more passionate embrace. Their tongues fight for dominance, but Spike wins, choosing to thrust his tongue in and out of Xander’s mouth, mimicking the action that he so desperately wants.

Xander moans and begins a soft rhythm of thrusts against Spike. His hands dig into Spike’s shoulders as he presses down. The kiss stops when neither man has oxygen left. They pull apart and Spike smiln evn evil grin. “You smell, pet.”

Xander mock-scowls and climbs off of Spike, both men moaning at the loss of contact. He reaches out a hand and pulls the blond from the bed. “Yeah, and you smell likeose.ose. Come on.”

Xander pulls an unresisting Spike behind him to the tiny bathroom. A large shower stall takes up the entirety of the floor space with a toilet tucked in the corner and a pedestal sink next to it. Xander begins to pull of his ces aes and then starts digging through the egg crates under the sink. He stands up, triumphant, and presents Spike with a toothbrush and razor.

“You trying to tell me something?”

Xander uses his now empty hands to open Spike’s jeans and tugs them down, stopping to finger the heavy steel gracing the end of his cock. “This is so hot, Spike.”

Spike stands dumbfounded in the middle of the bathroom, his jeans around his knees with a toothbrush in one hand and a razor in the other, as Xander fingers his cock lightly. Strong fingers gently caress the edges of his foreskin and he shudders. “Xander!”

Xander pulls away from Spike, pressing a quick kiss to his lips and slips out of the bathroom. “Be right back.”

Spike tosses his toothbrush and razor into the sink and quickly finishes stripping, leaning against the wall to tug off his boots. He starts the water and hears Xander enter into the room, shutting the door behind him.

Spike grins as Xander wraps his arms around him. “Missed you, pet. What took you so long?” Xander opens one hand to show Spike several square, foil packets and a bottle of lube. Spike smiles and turns in Xander’s arms. “A bit sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yeah.” The words dance across Spike’s lips and Xander crushes his mouth against the blonde’s. They stand there, tasting and teasing each other’s mouth until Spike pulls away, gasping for breath.

Xander stripped in the bedroom and is currently enjoying the feeling of his bare cock rubbing against Spike’s.ke rke reaches into the sink and collects his stuff before stepping into the spacious shower, dragging Xander behind him.

They stand, pressing against each other under the hot spray, neither one saying a word. The water soothes sore muscles, strained by the heavy cleaning and uncomfortable sleeping arrangements. Finally, Xander begins to move, dragging his fingers up Spike’s sides. He grabs a bathing sponge and pours a large dollop of gel onto it, rubbing it harshly to produce foam before pressing it against Spike’s satiny skin.

He rubs the sponge over Spike’s abdomen and chest, watching the muscles twitch under his hands. He drops the sponge to the floor of the shower and threads his fingers in the rings adorning Spike’s chest, tugging lightly.

Spike moans and leans into Xander’s tou“No “No fair, you gothinthing to grab.”

Xander releases a ring and grabs Spike’s hand, moving it to cover his throbbing erection. “You could hold on to this.” His voice hangs in the air, a sultry sound that dances over their skin like oil.

Spike chokes, squeezing Xander’s cock. Then he snorts, scoffs and finally laughs. The intense mood is broken when Spike falls to the floor, clutching his stomach.

“What?” Xander demands, his hands on his hips.

Spike looks up at his soon to be lover, gasping for breath as he laughs, taking in the soaked hair and drops of water running down lean muscles. “That had to have been the corniest line I have ever heard.”

“Yeah? Well you try to come up with something original when you’ve got the world’s hottest guy in your shower!”

Spike stops laughing and raises onto his knees. “Don’t need a line when I have this.” He holds up a foil packet and tears it open with his teeth. He keeps his eyes glued to Xander’s as he opens his mouth, placing the condom on his tongue.

Spike leans forward, slowly engulfing Xander’s cock to the root. The slide of the condom, combined with Spike’s talented tongue almost makes Xander loose his precarious control.

Xander’s hands curl into damp blond curls as Spike continues his sensual assault. Up and down Xander’s shaft he bobs, taking more of his length each time. It feels so odd to have a cock in his mouth again. Spike smiles and swallows around the spongy tip of Xander’s erection.

He sucks and pulls, using his musician’s fingers to pull moans of desire from his lover. He drops one hand down, releasing his hold on Xander’s hip, and searches for the bottle of lube. When he finds it, he pours some out on his thigh, running his fingers through the puddle to coat them.

Spike pulls back and releases Xander’s cock with a soft pop. He looks up to find that Xander’s eyes are still trained on him. Xander is leaning against the wall, his head cushioned on his forearms as he watches Spike devour him whole.

Spike smiles deviously and slides one slick finger over Xander’s sack, back across taut skin to finally circle Xander’s tight pucker. He smiles as Xander’s eyes widen and just as the taller man begins to relax, Spike breaches him.

Xander cries out and Spike immediately latches back onto his swollen length. He stretches and prods within as he draws hard on the cock in his mouth. He feels Xander tense above him and begin to shudder, and moans as the warm release floods out of Xander’s body and collects in the tip of the condom. Spike moans in disappointment, wanting desperately to taste Xander’s essence.

He pulls back and looks into stunned brown eyes. “We are getting tested tonight. Hear me?” Xander nods and Spike remains on his knees in front of the brunette, placing sweet, warm kisses to hips and abdomen.

Xander’s eyes drift shut as Spike slips a second finger in to join the first. Xander is tight, tighter than he could have imagined. Spike is in heaven as Xander’s ass clenches and pulls at his fingers. His own cock is purple with need. He pours a bit more lube onto his thigh, using both hands to insure that Xander is well coated, inside and out.

Spike’s hands shake as he opens another package and slips thndomndom over his hardness. He stands and Xander pushes back from the wall, making room for the blond to stand within his embrace. Brown eyes open and Xander smiles as he whispers, “Need you in me, baby.”

Spike shudders at the sound and moves around Xander’s body, kissing and caressing bare skin, refusing to move an inch away from his lover. He slides up against Xander’s back, enjoying the feel of his cock slipping between Xander’s cheeks. He’s suddenly aware of the warm water raining down on them and wonders wh did didn’t notice it before.

Xander moans and reaches back to capture Spike’s hip and pull him against him. “Now, please.” The words come out as a whimper and Spike steps back, taking in the sight of Xander before lining up his cock and thrusting smoothly into Xander’s heat.

Xander moans at the sensation of metal balls rolling against his skin and thrusts back against Spike, wanting the other man deeper.

“Like that, love? Just imagine what that would feel like rubbing against your sweet spot, pounding into it mercilessly. Gonna do that, baby. Gonna fuck you face to face, catch your moans in my mouth…” Spike cries out as Xander clenches his muscles tightly around his cock. “So tight!”

Xander is lost. He can’t feel the water running down his skin or Spike’s fingers digging into his hips. All he can feel is Spike’s cock, filling him, making him complete. Spike’s words filter through his mind and he sees himself laid out under Spike as that talented tongue spins more tales of lust and that cock pounds into his soul.

Xander gasps and jumps as Spike hits his prostate over and over, his cock hardening once again. Spike reaches around Xander’s body, quickly stripping the condom off of Xander’s reinvigorated cock and dropping it to the floor. He pulls hard at Xander’s erection, almost brutal with his touch. Xander, unable to control himself, feels tears begin to escape.

Spike feels a slight tremble and stops his thrusting, wrapping his arms around his lover. “What is it, Xan?”

Xander sobs aloud. “So good. Oh, Spike, it’s been so long. I feel whole, I feel loved.” The arms around his waist tighten and Spike begins thrusting into him once again.

“You should feel loved, because you are.” At Spike’s whispered words, Xander comes again. Spike doesn’t even try to resist, his orgasm washes over him as whispered words of devotion slide across his lips.

Spike stays where he is, leaning heavily against Xander. His eyes tingle painfully and he blinks back the tears that are threatening to fall. Xander is leaning boneless against the wall, so Spike pulls out, unhappy with the loss, and drops his used condom to the ground. He picks up the discarded sponge and pours more gel over it. He quickly bathes Xander, then himself, before grabbing the shampoo.

When Spike’s fingernails scratch at his scalp, Xander stands up a bit, groaning and leaning into his touch. “Feel good?” Spike mutters. Xander nods in reply. Spike maneuvers Xander so that he is standing under the spray and rinses the soap from his body and hair. A toothbrush is pressed into Xander’s hand and he automatically brushes his teeth, happy to be rid of the grit that covers them.

Spike moves Xander out of the way to rinse his own hair, and then shuts off the water. He steps out of the stall and pulls a large, fluffy towel from wall. He dries Xander thoroughly, enjoying the feel of strong muscles under his hands. “You ao beo beautiful, Xander.”

Xander blushes and Spike dries himself off. Xander grabs Spike and draws the smaller man against him. He peers deeply into cerulean eyes, then leans in and presses a warm, chaste kiss to Spike’s mouth. “Thank you.”

Spike smiles and Xander leads him to the bedroom where he tosses a pair of shorts at Spike before pulling on a pair of boxers. He drags Spike against him once again and falls back onto the bed, pulling Spike closer and drifting off into sleep.

Spike snuggles closer into his lover. Lover. He presses a kiss to Xander’s neck. Inhaling Xander’s intoxicating scent, words escaping as he exhales. “You are loved.”