A World of Their Own

Part 3

It had been six months since the day Xander woke up in this strange place with Spike still passed out on his chest. Six months of no electricity, no junk food, no television, no hot water, and no Anya. To say he was a little tense was an understatement. He needed to keep busy and he was tired of living in a cave like a Flintstone, so he decided to build a cabin.

The construction was slow but it was coming along. It kept him busy and the hard work made him so tired that he didn't really have time to think, which was definitely a good thing as far as he was concerned. Surprisingly, Spike was a lot of help. He helped him cut down trees, trim off the branches, carry the logs, and on the odd occasion he would swing a hammer as well; as long as Xander told him what it was that needed to be done.

For the most part, Spike did the hunting. Xander had trapped the occasional rabbit and fished in the river but since Spike needed to feed anyway, Xander left that job up to him. He himself had started a vegetable garden with some of the wild plants he'd found here and there. So far he had carrots, sweet potatoes, onions, and turnips. Of course he still picked berries when he went down to the river as well. He was hoping to find some corn and maybe some peppers eventually.

Today had been especially hard work. The cabin walls were getting high enough now that he needed to reach up to place the logs, his back was hurting, and he stunk something fierce from sweating all day. As soon as Spike left to hunt, Xander headed for the river to wash up. He really missed soap and deodorant. But he did enjoy standing under the waterfall. If he closed his eyes and concentrated really hard, he could pretend he was back home taking a shower after Anya had used all the hot water.

Spike had spent the day helping Xander work on the cabin. It wasn't an easy job and he had to admit that the boy certainly knew what he was doing - not that he would ever tell him that. When he got back from hunting, the sun was just starting to set. He didn't see Xander anywhere nearby so he wandered off toward the river to see if he was there.

As he neared the water he could just make out the sound of Xander’s voice - singing. Spike chuckled and picked up the pace, he figured he could tease the boy about his lousy singing voice. If nothing else, it might be worth a few laughs. What he saw when he got close was enough to wipe the smile off his face, replacing it with a look of shocked awe.

Xander stood just under the waterfall, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. He ran his hands through his hair, pushing the sodden locks back from his face. His well-tanned, muscular frame was practically glowing in the light of the waning sun, and for some reason, Spike couldn't help but wonder if his skin felt as smooth as it looked. He watched as the water poured down, over broad shoulders, to a well-defined chest. His gaze lingered on the now sculpted abdominals before lowering to the flaccid - yet still impressive piece of flesh nestled in dark curly hair between well-muscled thighs.

The water was slightly cold, making his nipples hard little nubs. Xander moaned softly as he accidentally grazed one with his fingernail. He had been celibate far too long if something that innocent was making him hard - and it was. He turned around under the water and scrubbed at his face.

Spike watched as Xander turned around, presenting him with a clear view of his well-muscled back and firm ass. All the work they'd been doing building the cabin had done wonderful things for Xander’s body. Gone were the layers of baby fat that had accumulated since he'd become foreman. He muscles were lean, and well defined. He had the body of an Adonis. A body that Spike was starting to look at in a whole new light. He'd never been much of a man’s man, preferring ladies if given the choice, but here and now, Xander was looking imminently shaggable.

Xander tried to will away his erection, not knowing how long he might have before Spike came back with dinner. It wasn't working. The two of them spent almost every waking minute together either working on the cabin, playing poker, weaving mats to sleep on or just talking. So it left them little or no time to be alone. Xander decided to take advantage of this rare opportunity and relieve himself.

Spike groaned as he realised what Xander was going to do. He watched as the other man stepped out from under the falls and walked over to the far riverbank. As Xander stretched out comfortably in the shallow water, Spike unconsciously began undoing his pants.

Xander took a quick look around to make sure Spike wasn't around before wrapping a fist around his shaft. He stroked himself slowly, enjoying the feel of his work-calloused hand on his hard length. He was a bit disappointed that it would be over so quickly as it felt incredibly good and he wished he could keep it up for hours instead of the few minutes that he would be lucky to last.

Spike realised that he had taken himself out and was mirroring Xander’s movements stroke for stroke. He hadn't tossed off to a live show in longer than he could remember and decided to enjoy it while he could. All too soon he felt the familiar tingling start at the base of his spine. He looked over to see that Xander had his eyes clenched shut, his fist moving furiously over his cock as he strained toward completion. He felt his orgasm overtake him at the same instant Xander shot his milky emissions all over his chest.

Spike chuckled ruefully as he cleaned up and put himself away. "I've been here too bloody long if Harris is starting to look good!" Spike backed away and went back to their cave. He needed to distance himself from what had just happened. He would not start thinking about the boy that way. They were bound to be here a long time and they were starting to become friends. Spike didn't want to screw that up just because he was horny. It wasn't worth it.

By the time Xander came back, Spike had skinned and gutted the two rabbits he'd fed off of and had them cooking over a fire. One thing was certain, with all the trees they'd been cutting down, they wouldn't be hurting for firewood any time soon. "Hope yer in the mood for rabbit, Xander. I couldn't find anything else."

Xander shrugged his shoulders and hung his wet jeans and t-shirt out to dry. He didn't mind rabbit; it tasted like chicken actually. Although, the one time that Spike had found and fed off a wild boar had been nice. He missed spare ribs. "Rabbit's good. I can watch these if you want to wash up. The water's not too bad today, it's almost warm."

A sudden image of Xander standing under the falls all wet and glowing had Spike half-hard and heading for the river. "Ta pet, back in a few." Xander watched Spike walk away and grinned. It was amazing how human the vampire was starting to look with his hair un-gelled and the natural colour growing back in, not to mention the tan he'd gotten. He looked like one of the surfer boys that spend all their free time at the beach. If Buffy could see him now, she might just change her opinion of him; he was way better looking than Angel.

Not that Xander thought Angel was good looking, or Spike for that matter. Sure Angel was buff, and Spike had that compact, well-muscled look going for him but just because he noticed didn't mean anything. Nope, it didn't mean a thing.

Spike came back a while later in his boxers; he hung his wet clothes out to dry as well before joining Xander by the fire. "You were right, the water wasn't bad. Of course I don't feel the cold the same as you do." Spike was trying not to think about the fact that he had just wanked off - again - to the image of Xander naked. He needed to erase the image from his mind or it would drive him batty.

"So, Barney. What do you wanna do tonight? Poker?" Spike looked at Xander with comically big eyes and a pout on his face. Xander thought he looked almost cute. "Why do you keep calling me Barney? And you better tell me this time or I won't bring you dinner again!" Xander chuckled, he'd been calling Spike 'Barney' for a couple days now, it was fun to confuse him for a while but he figured he'd better explain himself. He wasn't that fond of fish, and he wanted Spike to bring him dinner.

"You know, Barney. Rubble? From the Flinstones cartoon?" At Spike's continued silence Xander went on. "Short, blonde, caveman. Come on! You have to know who I'm talking about." Spike was still getting past the short remark. He knew who Barney Rubble was, he just wasn't happy about being compared to him. "I'm not short!"

Xander laughed and handed him a rabbit. There was no point in arguing with Spike. If he said he wasn't short, then so be it. "Hey, does this mean I can call you Fred then? You do have yer own bowling shoes after all." Xander almost choked on the mouthful of food he was swallowing. He hadn't expected Spike to remember that. "Sure Barney, whatever makes you happy."

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