Postcards from a Hotel Room

Spike was more than a little surprised two months later to find his evening schedule consisted of Xander - and no one else. Boy had come up with the dosh for the whole night again, had he? Maybe Spike should consider raising his rates.

After the last time he'd seen Xander, he'd honestly not expected to see Xander again. The boy had enjoyed himself - Spike had made sure of that - but he'd assumed that he'd since gone looking for someone who *wasn't* a rentboy.

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Same hotel, different room. Spike knocked, only to have the door opened so fast that Xander must have been standing on the other side of the door.

" 'Allo, pet. Long time, no see."

Xander had a warm smile on his face and waved him in casually. "Hey, Spike. First time back in town in a while."

Well, that clicked a piece into place - Xander didn't live local. Spike started to shrug out of his duster, but was stopped by a quiet, "Wait, please?"

Puzzled, he cocked his head at Xander. "Problem, pet?"

"Yes, I mean, no, not with you. But I want to ask a favor. " Xander was doing a pretty good job of looking at him instead of the floor, compared to previous visits, but he still looked uncomfortable.

After a minute of silence, Spike realized that Xander had apparently forgotten that he had to actually *ask* a question. "You want something in particular, mate? Or are you just paying to stare at me? Anything kinky costs extra, y'know."

Xander started and flushed. "Right, the favor. Do you think we could maybe goutsomewhereinsteadofstayingin?"

Spike shook his head in confusion. "What was that, pet?"

Xander sighed and repeated slowly, "Do you think we could go out?"

Before he'd even finished the question, Spike was shaking his head. "Xander, I'm not your friend and I'm not your date. I'm a bloody *hooker*. You want someone to go out with, call an escort. Better yet, call a fuckin' friend."

His face falling, Xander muttered, "You're the only person I know in this fucking city that I don't work for." Looking up with a cheesy grin, he added, "Well, you and Giles, but I've only talked to him on
the phone. Didn't exactly strike me as clubbing material, though."

The idea of Giles in a club was ludicrous enough that Spike couldn't help but laugh. What the hell, might make a nice change of pace. "No, pet. Not exactly his scene. So, what, you want me to take you to a dance club? Got one in mind?"

Xander shook his head then nodded. "Don't know of any in particular, but definitely one that, um, caters to gay men."

Well, duh, Spike thought to himself. "You ever been to one, pet?"

Xander shook his head no.

"Right." Spike looked him up and down, thinking about the local scene and comparing it to the man in front of him. "First of all, pet, you need to change. Tightest plain T and jeans you have."

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Ten minutes later, Xander looked - well, pretty damn hot, Spike had to admit. The white T suited his coloring and Spike wasn't completely certain how Xander could *move*, his jeans were so tight.

While Xander was changing, Spike had mentally reviewed the local clubs in his head. Deciding that Splash was the best option, he grabbed Xander's coat from the back of the chair and holding it out said, "Let's go, pet."

The club was loud, and noisy, and *packed* with gorgeous men. Xander picked up the cover for both of them, and Spike led them to the bar. Beers in hand, he then headed over to the wall.

Xander spent several minutes looking around. Spike was quietly impressed - Xander didn't seem overly freaked out or obviously new to the scene. Still, when Xander tried to coax him onto the floor, Spike shook his head. "No, pet, go ahead and dance. I'll stay here."

Xander hesitated, and Spike said, "Look, it's not like a straight club - just go dance. You don't *need* a partner. You're a good looking bloke - someone will join you quick enough." Xander slammed back the rest of his beer, nodded at Spike and disappeared onto the floor.

Spike watched him long enough to see that Xander had attracted attention quick enough, and then wandered to the bathroom. When he got back, it took several minutes to locate the boy.

When he finally did, he got a huge shock. Xander was in a clinch with someone. His first thought was that that was good - boy needed to make some friends. Then he recognized the other guy in the clinch.

With a growl, he pushed off the wall and started shoving his way through the dancers to where Xander was making out with Lindsey. Fucker had worked for Giles for a couple of months, till he'd gotten fired. From what Spike had heard, he was working for Angel now, and still up to his old tricks.

The whole way across the dance floor, he cursed out the tiny Texan. The boy was good looking enough, and the accent had brought him a ton of business, which Spike didn't have an argument with. Unfortunate that he didn't seem to know how to keep his hands out of his customer's wallets....

When he'd gotten to where they were grinding against each other, he wrapped himself around Xander's back. "Hey, pet. Whatcha doing?"

Lindsey's face was startled for a brief moment, then went through anger right to amused. "So, is this your boytoy, Spike? Thought you weren't much on the dating scene."

Spike tightened his grip on Xander slightly. "Not my boytoy, Linds.... my customer. And I'm going to warn him about you, so keep your hands off, got it?"

At the word "customer," Xander's body had gone tense under his hands, and Spike cursed to himself.

Forcing himself to relax, he leaned in to speak directly into Xander's ear. "Pet, I'll explain later. Trust me for now?"

Xander turned, just slightly. One look at his face, and Spike knew that Xander wasn't going to listen. "For fuck's sake, Xander, *trust* me. You don't want anything to do with him."

Xander shook his head, and told Spike, "You wanted me to meet people. I met him, and he seems like a decent guy. I'm not getting into your fight - besides, you've already been paid. Why don't you leave if you're not happy?"

With another smothered curse, Spike let go of Xander. "Fine, pet. You don't want to listen, that's your choice. I'm going home." With a fake tip of a hat to Lindsey, he told the other whore, "Hurt him, Linds, and I'll kill you." With that, he turned on his heel and stormed away.

Spike went back to his apartment. If Xander was too stupid to take advice from him, it was no skin off his nose. He could do with a paid night off.

***************

By dawn, however, he had to admit that he was worried. Lindsey really wasn't safe, and while he might be smaller than Xander, he was fucking strong. Spike grabbed his duster and headed over to the hotel

Standing outside the boy's room, he cursed himself for a fool. Xander had made his fucking choice, and there was no reason for him to be checking up on him. He was still trying to talk himself into going home even as he knocked on the door.

For a few minutes, there was nothing, and then someone was moving around in the room. Xander's shaking voice came through the door. "Wh-who's there?"

"It's Spike, pet. Just wanted to make sure you got back to your room okay."

"Sp-spike? Gimme a second, please?"

"Sure, pet." Spike listened to the sounds of Xander moving around the room, and then the chain came off and the door opened.

Xander was holding his head at an odd angle, and wouldn't look Spike in the eye. "Pet, you okay?"

"Yeah, Spike, I'm fine. See, made it back to my room, all safe and sound. Thanks for checking on me. Now, I'm tired - gonna go back to bed."

Every instinct Spike had was screaming at him that there was something wrong here. "Sounds good - just as soon as you look me in the face."

Slowly, Xander looked up. Spike swallowed hard – the entire side of the boy's face was one big bruise, capped off with an eye that was swollen shut. "That fucker - I'm going to kill the son of a bitch,"

Xander actually looked nervous at the flat tone in Spike's voice. "Don't - it was just a-a-a misunderstanding,"

"Right, pet. He misunderstood 'Wanna fuck?' as 'Would you please beat the crap out of me?', huh? It's a misunderstanding that seems to be particular to him." Moving further into the room, he checked the ice bucket. Finding it half full, he went into the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth and made up an ice pack. Handing it to Xander, he mimed placing it over his swollen eye. "So, tell me what happened."

With a sigh, Xander said, "You know, he seemed really nice - sexy as hell and friendly. So he asked if he could come back to my room. I guess I really didn't realize that he was a prostitute. When he got here, he, he, he demanded money. And I didn't have much, cause, well..." Xander gave as much of a smile as he could with his bruised face. "I'm afraid most of the money I brought with me kind of walked out the door with you last night."

Spike nodded. "Yeah, I *am* sorry about that - just, well, I have history with Lindsey. But what got up your arse to the point where you sent me away, anyway?"

Xander flushed. "I know I'm your customer, but, well, I got pissed when you said it like that. Didn't think too clearly, I'm afraid."

"Aw, hell, pet. Didn't mean to make you feel bad - I *do* like you. Not gonna run off to Massachusetts and marry you, but I'm happy to spend time with you when you get into town. Now, Lindsey demanded money, and you didn't have it - that when he hit you?"

Xander shook his head no, but didn't say anything. "Pet, did he do anything else? Anything 'sides hitting you, that is?" Xander nodded again, looking at the floor.

FUCK.

"Xander, do you - I mean, do you need to go to hospital? Did he hurt you?"

A quick headshake, and Xander finally looked back up. 'He didn't, ah, he didn't do that. Just, um, made me suck him off. Apparently he didn't like how I did it, much." Xander gestured towards his bruised face. "As you can probably tell."

"Did he at least use a rubber, pet?" Spike was having to fight to hold his temper.

"No."

And Spike's temper snapped. Jumping back to his feet, he started towards the door. "I'm going to kill the bastard."

He skidded to a halt at a quiet, "Spike?"

Still facing the door, breathing hard, he said, "Yes, pet."

"Am I - am I that bad in bed?"

Christ. "No, pet. You're pretty damn good."

"Just I'd never done that before, you know? And I kept gagging and stuff and he told me I was awful." Spike turned to look at Xander, who was again staring at the floor.

"Pfft, for someone who was a virgin when I met him, you're pretty fucking impressive. Blow jobs are a *skill* and if you hadn't given one before, then of course you don't know what you're doing."

Xander looked up at him, and for a moment, Spike got the impression of a puppy who had been kicked by a stranger, looking for reassurance from it's owner. "Do you think you could show me how to do it?"

Spike sighed. Killing Lindsey could wait till later. "Xander, I'll happily teach you, but there's no way you're going to be able to give one right now - your face is too swollen, and holding your mouth open
is going to *hurt*"

Damn. Xander looked like a kicked pup again.

"Tell you what - I'll demonstrate, and the next time you're in town, you can use me for practice, okay?" Xander's face lit up.

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Before there could be anything sexual, Spike insisted on looking over Xander's face more closely. When he'd discovered that the inside of Xander's cheek was cut up where he'd been hit, he was ready to kill Lindsey all over again. He was slightly mollified to find out that Lindsey hadn't hit Xander till after he'd shot his load, cutting down on the chances that there had been an open wound inside his mouth.

"Xander, I hate to say this, but you really are going to have to get tested. I haven't heard that Lindsey's carrying through the grapevine, but Angel isn't as adamant about making his boys get tested the way Giles is." Xander looked ill. Spike hastened to reassure him. "Chances are very low, even if he was carrying. This is mostly because it's better to be safe than sorry, pet."

Nodding jerkily, Xander agreed and told Spike that he'd call his doctor when he got home.

*************

Finally, Xander was naked and sitting in the chair, with Spike kneeling in front of him. Taking Xander's half erect cock in his hand, Spike grinned up at him. "Ready for blow job 101, pet?" When he smiled, then winced, and nodded, Spike started by channeling Giles.

"When one is desirous of performing fellatio, one obviously starts by exposing the genitalia that one wishes to -" Xander's laughter cut him off. "Too much, pet?"

Alternating between giggling and wincing, Xander said, "Please, no Giles in bed, please?"

"Fair enough then. Once you have a hot cock in your hand, obviously your next priority is to get it nice and hard so you can get a condom in place, okay? Latex tastes *nasty* - but it's not optional." Spike gave a couple of good strokes to Xander's cock, which rapidly came to attention. Snagging a condom and lube off the table, he spread a layer of slick on Xander's cock and then rolled a condom into place.

Continuing to stroke Xander's cock, Spike said, "You hear a lot about deep throating, but that's advanced blow jobs, not the 101 course. It's something a lot of people never master, so don't feel like you have to. Using your hand is always a good thing. When you feel ready, you can start by licking the shaft, like so..." At that, he bent and ran his tongue up the length of Xander's cock. When he reached the head, he resumed jerking him, and said, "Licking any part is actually pretty good. So is nibbling, or sucking on the side." Spike then bent his head back to Xander's cock and proceeded to
demonstrate, licking and nibbling along the shaft, placing little sucking kisses along the big vein.

When Xander was moaning and breathing heavily, Spike stopped again. Xander groaned and laid his head on the back of the chair. Spike grinned at him. "One more thing, pet, and then I'll stop teasing. When you feel ready, you can try taking as much cock into your mouth as you feel comfortable with. You can control how deep he can penetrate by wrapping your hand around his cock, like so..." And with that, Spike sucked Xander's cock into his mouth, his hand still wrapped around the base.

Spike set up a slow pace, jacking Xander's cock in time to his mouth. Spike was determined to make Xander feel as good as he could, in a silent apology for leaving the boy with Lindsey. Using all the tricks he'd demonstrated for Xander, he built him up to a fevered pitch over and over, taking him higher every time.

Finally, Xander's control snapped. He grabbed Spike's head and gave a half dozen desperate thrusts into the warmth of his mouth. Xander gave a low groan, and Spike felt him release. Pulling back off of his cock, he gave Xander a quirky grin. When his breathing finally slowed, he returned Spike's smile.

"Thanks, Spike. Hopefully the three brain cells that survived that will remember!" Both men chuckled softly. Spike gently removed the condom and stood to throw it away. "Um, Spike - looks like you have a little problem there..." When Spike looked at Xander curiously, Xander gestured towards Spike's erection with a blush.

"It's okay, pet. I'll keep. Now, you really should get some sleep. You still in town tonight?"

When Xander nodded, Spike said, "I'll be here at nine - I still owe you a night out, and we'll try this again. Okay, pet?" When Xander nodded again, Spike picked up his duster and headed towards the door. "I've got a few things to get done. See you tonight."

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After making a few stops, Spike finally got home. He grabbed a few hours of sleep and then called Giles to clear his schedule for the evening. Giles had no objection - Spike hadn't had a busy night scheduled and most of his customers could be picked up by others - but he did have a few words of warning.

"Spike, you need to be careful for the next few days, okay? One of the local rentboys got beaten up last night."

"Oh?"

"Yes, Lindsey's in hospital."

"Oh, yeah?" And Spike smiled.