Postcards from a Hotel Room

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.

Xander collapsed with a muffled "oomph" after he came. Gently, Spike slipped his fingers free. Settling down next to Xander, he lay on his back and laced his fingers on his chest, waiting for the boy to come down.

Several minutes passed in relative quiet - in fact Spike had started to wonder if Xander had gone to sleep - when the boy rolled over to face him. Xander had a huge cheesy grin on his face, and Spike couldn't help smile in return. "Alright there, pet?" he asked.

Grin going nowhere, Xander said, "Oh, yeah. I'm great! Why aren't all men gay if it feels that good?" Spike just shook his head ruefully at the exuberance. "I think I need a shower before anything else - wanna join me?"

"Of course, pet. You're the customer." At his words, Xander's face fell a bit, but he gamely got up and headed towards the bathroom, Spike right behind him.

Once they were in the shower, water adjusted to a temperature that they both could tolerate, Spike was surprised when Xander grabbed the flannel and made to wash him. Not something that johns usually thought of. Xander's hands felt good, though, and he let himself relax a little bit.

"Spike? I know it's none of my business, but..." Spike turned so that he was facing Xander.

"You're right, mate. None of your business at all. I'm a *prostitute*, Xander. There are risks to the job. I ran into one of them. That's all you fucking well need to know." Spike knew that Xander was trying to help - but Spike didn't need that kind of help, especially not from a kid who, with very little encouragement, would believe that he was "in love" with Spike. He'd gone down that road before.

Slamming his mouth shut, he snatched the flannel out of Xander's hands and started briskly rubbing the boy down. He reminded himself to go gently when he got to the boy's arse. When he ran the cloth over the boy's hole, Xander gasped and Spike immediately pulled the cloth away.

"No-o. It's okay- feels good, actually."

Spike smiled and gently rubbed across Xander's opening a few more times. Xander may not have had much experience, but with a bit of time, he was going to be fucking like a pro... Spike derailed that thought and swung the boy under the water to rinse off.

Once they were both dry, Xander led the way back out to the room. Walking over to the scotch, he poured himself another shot and then held the bottle out in offer to Spike, who took it and a glass. Sipping at it, he wandered back over to the bed.

When Xander had finished his, he joined Spike, sitting quietly next to him. After a few minutes of quiet, Xander said, "You still willing to do this?"

Spike shook off the melancholy feeling and nodded. "Sure, pet. Why don't you lie down and get comfortable?" Without a word, Xander crawled further onto the bed and flopped down on his stomach. Knowing that the boy had a propensity for not wanting to admit when he was uncomfortable, and needing to see his face so he could see if Xander was hiding something, Spike said, "Why don't you flip over, there, mate?" Still quiet, Xander did, resettling himself. Spike checked to make sure that the supplies he'd placed under the pillow were still there, he stretched himself along Xander's side.

Running one hand up Xander's leg, he was pleasantly surprised to see the boy spreading his legs without prompting, his cock hardening. Glancing up at Xander's face, he was even more shocked to see that lascivious grin appearing. "What, pet?"

"I want you to fuck me, Spike. I want you to fuck me and not stop."

Spike groaned softly and dropped his head to Xander's shoulder. "I think we can do that, pet." Fetching out the lube, he slicked up his fingers and slid two inside Xander without pause. Xander gasped and his eyes closed. "You okay?"

"Oh, yeah. Feels fucking *good*." Xander gave one of those hip rolls that he'd shown himself to be so good at. "Guess I just needed to relax, huh?"

"Exactly, pet." Adding a third finger, Spike grinned cheekily when Xander's hard on didn't flag at all. Boy really was ready. Good, because Spike was ready to fuck, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could have been patient and understanding.

One last stroke of the boy's prostate, and Spike was sliding his fingers free. Xander whimpered at the loss and opened his eyes. Before he could say anything, Spike had grabbed one of the condoms. Holding it up, he asked, "You ready, Xander?"

A silent nod, and Spike was opening the packet and unrolling the rubber over his cock. Shifted between Xander's legs and silently urged him to lift his legs. Lined himself up, and looked up to catch Xander's eye. The boy was chewing his lip, but when he realized that Spike was waiting for permission, he gave a short, jerky nod.

As slowly as he could, Spike pushed past the ring of muscle at Xander's entrance. It was hard - nervousness had caused him to tighten up a bit again - but once he had breached it, he paused. There was slight discomfort on Xander's face, but determination as well. "Xander---"

Xander looked even more determined. "No. More. Stopping. Spike!" With that, Xander *flexed*, and Spike was sliding in further without any conscious decision. He thought about pausing again when he was firmly embedded, but another movement of those hips and it was all he could do to keep his movements gentle. A long slide out and then back in, and Xander's cock, which had flagged a little, showed renewed interest. Another glide, and Spike changed the angle *just* enough, to hit the boy's prostate. A long, low moan made Spike bite his *own* lip. Slow. Gentle. He had to stay. Slow. Gentle.

Christ!

Xander's hips were moving, he was moaning and whimpering and it all felt. So. Good. "You like that, pet? Feels good, all hot and hard, right where you need it? Gonna make you come, Xander. Gonna fuck you till you come, pet." Xander's eyes had shot back open at the first word, and he was panting heavily and his arse was so tight and hot and....

Desperately, Spike took Xander's cock to hand, working it. Xander's eyes were practically rolled up into his head, and the moans were now open throated cries. One last stroke, and Xander was coming over his hand, the accompanying spasms in Xander's arse enough to pull Spike with him. Using the last of his strength, Spike thought clearly enough to pull out and get rid of the condom, and then he collapsed onto the bed next to the boy.

Both men slid into sleep.

When Spike woke, he glanced at the clock. 5 AM. The night was over. Quietly getting to his feet, he got dressed and slid out the door, never noticing the slitted eyes watching him.