Fancy a Ride

Chapter Four

“C’mon, pet, wake up.” Spike smiles when Xander’s eyes open slightly. “Hello, love. Time to get up.”

Xander groans and rolls over, trying to hide from his annoyingly chipper lover. “Why are you awake?”

Spike climbs over Xander and snuggles into his chest, pressing warm lips against Xander’s face. “Want a bit more of that lovely cock. Now let’s go.”

Xander sits up groggily and tries to process Spike’s comment. “You want more of my cock and we’re leaving? Where are we going?”

“Want to get testede fae faster we test, the faster I can taste you, jam my tongue into your hole, devour you…” Spike ignores Xander’s lustful groan and tugs on his ragged jeans, turning his nose up at the smell. “And we need to get to a store and buy me some bloody clothes.”

Xander lies in the bed, watching Spike dress. The feelings that are developing for this man amaze him. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” His voice floats gently through the room, and Spike turns on his heel.

S cli climbs onto the bed, jeans open, his PA glinting in the darkness. He reaches a hand out and caresses Xander’s cheek. “Yeah.” He drops his head down and captures Xander’s lips in a kiss. “Same thing is happening to me.”

Xander looks desperately at Spike. “Isn’t there supposed to be some kind of waiting period? I mean, we both just broke up with our girlfriends yesterday!” Xander’s voice is bordering on hysterical and Spike leans in to kiss him on the forehead.

Spike kneels up on the bed, raising a hand and brushing it against the wooden frame that holds Oz’s flag. “I think that we’ve both had enough waiting. Four years for you, seven for me… I think the timing is just right.”

Xander smiles with tears in his eyes. Spike’s fingers are still reverently touching Oz’s flag and the memory of asking Oz if he sent Spike jumps back into Xander’s mind. “He would’ve liked you, you know? He was the only guy we knew that dyed his and and painted his nails.” Xander motions toward the chipped, black paint on Spike’s nails.

“From what I’ve heard, I would’ve liked him, too. Get up and dressed now?” Spike looks so hopeful that Xander laughs.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Xander pulls out a clean pair of sweats, a size too small and hands them to Spike before digging through his closet to find a t-shirt for his lover and some clothes for himself.

Thankfully, Spike chunks his jeans into the corner of the room and tugs on the sweats and t-shirt that Xander has given him. They’re too big, and definitely not his style, but they smell like Xander, so they’re ok.

Both men head to the bathroom at the same time, and there is a friendly squabble over the toothpaste and access to the sink. Xander looks over, his toothbrush jammed into the side of his mouth, and runs a finger down Spike’s cheek. “We didn’t shave earlier. Think we should do it now?”

Spike shakes his head and spits into the sink. “Nah, we can do it later. If we start doing anything like that now, I’ll have to stop and make love to you. I called and the clinic closes at nine tonight.” He rinses his mouth out with a handful of water and grabs Xander, pulling him close. “Can’t wait to suck you and taste you, run my tongue aroune hee head of your cock, dab it into the slit, swallow you into my throat...”

Xander feels his knees weaken at the heat in Spike’s eyes and then jumps when Spike swats him on the ass. “Let’s go, love.”

“Spike.” Spike stops and turns at the dangerous tone in Xander’s voice. He finds himself shoved roughly against the sink, the water still streaming from the faucet. Xander plunders his mouth, roughly flicking his tongue against Spike’s pallet, demanding more with each thrust of his tongue.

Suddenly, the rough mouth is gone, Spike’s hands are braced on the sink behind him and Xanis ois on the floor at his feet. Passion clouded eyes are staring up at him and he shivers. “You are a tease,” Xander states clearly.

Spike’s pants slip down his legs and Xander is rolling a condom down his hard length. “You may be able to wait, but I can’t. Need you now.” With those words, Xander wraps his lips around Spike’s cock and begins to make love to it with his mouth.

Spike watches as his thickness slides easily in and out of Xander’s talented mouth. His eyes are distracted from the delectable sight by a slight movement. Somehow, Spike is able to focus past the desire and pleasure to watch as Xander’s hand frees his own cock and begins stroking it.

Spike’s eyes flutter shut and he is overwhelmed by sensation. Xander is tugging at his PA through the condom, his teeth lightly grazing every sensitive part of his dick. Teeth are followed by a soothing tongue bath and the suction… Spike has no desire to thrust. He is content to stand, or try to at any rate, and allow Xander to show him the depths of his talent.

Xander begins to moan. He has held himself back since Spike woke him, made it through the teasing words, but the feeling of this man, the hardness in his mouth such a striking contrast to the soft and pliant body in his hands... Xander shudders and comes, streaking Spike’s shins with his seed. Spike jerks whhe whe warm stripes hit his skin.

Xander takes in as much as Spike’s length as he can and swallows. Spike comes with a scream, his eyes wrenching open, wide and unseeing. Xander sucks gently for a moment and then stands, pressing a kiss to Spike’s lax mouth. Spike responds, tasting toothpaste and latex and underneath, Xander.

They cling to each other for a long moment. Xander finally releases his lover and grabs a towel, holding it under the running water before dropping down to remove his release from Spike’s legs. When all traces of his passion are gone, Xander stands, deftly removing the condom aulliulling up Spike’s sweatpants as he does.

“Now I’m ready to go.”

Spike snorts as Xander closes his own pants and begins to lead the blond from the apartment.

They take Xander’s car, much to Spike’s disgust. “I cannot believe that Buffy shredded my bike. Argh!” Spike shouts out the last word and Xander grins at him.

“What are you going to do about all of the stuff she destroyed?” Xander turns when Spike points.

Spike s ons on his lips before answering. “Unfortunately, Rupert is gonna to pay for it all. I didn’t want that, but he feels responsible. He wants me to come by the club tonight.”

“Tell me more about him.” Xander peers at Spike out of the corner of his eye.

“Who, Rupert?” Xander nods and Spike continues. “He is a fine man. I met him right after I got here. Buffy took me to meet him on the way back to herrtmertment. I liked him immediately. Turn here.”

Xander turns into the parking lot of the clinic and the two men climb out of the car. Spike continues. “He has loads of cash with nowhere to put it. Buffy likes to spend it and it keeps her happy, so he lets her.” Spike shrugs. The They pull open the door at the same time and spend a few moments being absolutely ridiculous, waving each other in. Finally, Spike gets irritated and shoves Xander through the door and into the clinic.

A lot of paperwork and thirty seconds of bloodletting later, Spike and Xander head back to the car, trying to figure out if there are any stores open that they might be able to buy Spike some clothes in.

“I’m telling you, Spike, the only stores open this time of night are Wal-Mart and adult bookstores.” Xander laughs at the expression on Spike’s face. “Oh, hell no, Spike.”

“Yeah! The Toybox! It’s about a block from the club; I’ve driven by there a million times. They have leathers in the window.” Spike bounces on his toes, his excitement at the thought of leather palpable.

“No way in hell are we going into a porn shop to buy you clothes!” Xander is frowning at his lover.

“Oh, come on, pet! We can look at the toys they have, too. Let’s go.” Spike pulls Xander back to the car and digs the keys out of the brunette’s pocket.

“Spike, unless you want to be jumped right here in the parking lot of an HIV clinic, you’d better get your hand out of my pocket.”

Spike contemplates this and asks, “Did you bring any condoms?” Xander shook his head no. “Ok, then. Can I drive?” Spike dangles Xander’s keys from his index finger.

“Sure.”

Spike drives with abandon, his thoughts focused on the lovely boy beside him. His mind is filled with erotic images and he wants so desperately to make them all happen, just as they appear in his head.

There are a lot of people in the porn shop. More than Xander expected to see. He gapes as a three hundred pound woman, dressed in leather chaps and matchbustbustier, drags a tiny man around the room by the chain around his neck.

“I don’t think we want to be here, Spike,” he whispers in his lover’s ear.

Spike is also stunned by what he sees. He has never set foot in this shop and cannot believe some of the toys that are on display. He sees the mismatched couple, but is more interested in the items on the shelf behind them.

“Look at that!” Spike grabs Xander’s hand and drags him over to the display of body jewelry. Spike longingly fingers a chain.

Xander looks away from the tiny man, who is sitting at the woman’s feet, licking her boots. He fingers the chain that Spike is drooling over and wonders what it’s for. “That’s a strange clasp for a necklace,” he says, looking over at Spike.

“It’s a nipple chain. You can either attach it to clamps or to rings.” The chain is heavy and is the same design as Spike’s favorite necklace. “Shit. I hope she stayed out of my jewelry...”

Xander contemplates Spike, sitting on his cock, bouncing up and down, a heavy chain stretched out between his nipples as Xander tugs at it.

Xander’s eyes glaze over and he doesn’t respond when Spike moves away. Spike is halfway across the room before he realizes that Xander isn’t with him, he turns to say something just in time to see Xander pull the chain off of the display and put it in the basket over his forearm.

Xander looks at Spike and realizes the blond is looking at him curiously. “What? It’s a present for somebody.” Spike grins and the two men move to the clothing section.

Most of the clothing isn’t fit for public consumption, but Spike finds a pair of plain leather pants and Xander finds a black t-shirt that says ‘cocksucker’ in tiny red letters on the left breast. He shrugs. “It’s the one least likely to get you arrested.”

Spike goes into a dressing room to change and Xander leans against the wall to people watch. The woman and her pet have left, but there are several new people for him to stare at. A girl, who doesn’t look to be more than twelve, is covered in tattoos and piercings. Her hair is purple and orange and hacked into several different lengths. She is dressed in a torn t-shirt and shredded daisy-dukes. Xa is is pretty sure that she is completely shaved.

The guy she’s clinging to is the exact opposite. He’s blond, clean-cut, dressed in a Tommy Hilfiger shirt with matching navy blue dress shorts. He looks to be about sixteen, but, as Xander watches, the boy produces ID and both he and the girl are escorted into the back where the strippers are.

Xander rolls his eyes and when he turns his head to watch them disappear through the curtain, his eyes land on Spike. Spike’s adjusting the lacings that hold the fly of the leather pants shut and doesn’t see Xander approach.

Xander traces the line of a single lace with the tip of his finger. “Wow.”

Spike looks up and Xander is blinded by the happiness in those deep blue eyes. “You like?” Xander nods. Spike reaches out and pulls Xander to him, kissing, touching, devouring his beautiful boy. “So beautiful, Xan,” is muttered across damp lips and the two men dive further into each other.

Xander pulls away first. He calmly walks away from Spike to a display of condoms and lubricant. He motions Spike over. “What flavor?” Spike shrugs so Xander tosses in several different tubes. Spike reaches out and plucks a box of condoms from the display and drops those into the basket as well.

Spike snaps his fingers and races away. Xander turns to watch. Spike pops out of the dressing room, Xander’s sweats and t-shirt wadded into a ball. Xander wraps his arms around Spike and whrs, rs, “You look so damn hot in those pants. I can’t imagine what that leather feels like against your naked cock. Want to feel it myself. Can I feel it, Spike?”

They check out quickly. Silent.

In the car, tearing sounds precede laces untying, jeans falling to the floor and the slick sound of a condom sliding onto a hard cock. Spike groans loudly as Xander slithers down onto his cock, the muscles of his ass flexing and tensing around him.

Xander gr him himself down on Spike, amazed at the sensation of the leather of Spike’s pants pressed up against his balls. “Spike! Can’t belithisthis…” He trails off and focuses instead on riding Spike for all he’s worth. It’s awkward and uncomfortable in the passenger seat of the car, but Xander manages to wrap his long legs around Spike to get a little leverage.

Spike clenches his hands around Xander’s hips and throws his head back. Xander only opened his fly enough to take out Spike’s cock. The leather is tightening around his erection, burning as it moves across sensitive skin. The hurt is so incredibly sensual that he wonders why he never tried this before.

Xander leans forward and latches his mouth over Spike’s pulse point, sucking hard. He moves his head back when he feels his orgasm threatening. “Fuck, Spike! Condom, mess!” Spike understands and stretches his hand out, reaching for the shredded box. He frees one its its wrapper and slides the cool latex down Xander’s length just as the larger man explodes. Spike follows, Xander’s firm buttocks demanding his pleasure. hen hen the shudders recede, Xander leans over and kisses Spike gently. “I have never in my life fucked in a car. Not to mention the whole public sex aspect.” Xander waves his arms around and Spike focuses on thent dnt door of the store, which is not five feet in front of them.

“Oops?” Spike offers, too happy to care who has seen them.

Xander laughs and the tremors flash through Spike’s cock and into his body. He pulls himself off of e’s e’s lap, carefully removing his condom and tying it in a knot before reaching out to help Spike. Xander tugs up his jeans and steps out of the car to toss the used condoms in the trash. A trio of college students walk by and stare. He smiles. “Just checking to make sure that we didn’t need to return anything!” The boys hurry past and Xander smirks after them.

Spike is laced up when Xander gets back in the car. There are tears in his eyes and he is gasping for breath. Xander punches him and slams the car into gear, a huge smile on his face. “What now, Blondie?”

Spike takes enough of a breath to gasp, “To the club!”