Speed Demon

Chapter Four

The echo of the slamming door followed Spike down the brightly lit hall. Striding quickly down to the lobby and out the front doors, he ignored the looks from all the people he passed.

No one dared approach him, he had his ‘Don’t fuck with me’ mask firmly in place.

Unlocking the door to his rental car, he got in and sat there a minute, hands gripping the steering wheel as the kiss just moments before flickered through his mind.

He hadn’t been expecting it and to say he had been stunned would be an understatement.

Not that he hadn’t liked it.

Just the memory of those firm lips on his, that hard body rippling with muscle pressed against him, made his heart pound and his knees weak.

Cursing, he slammed his fist into the steering wheel.

What the bloody hell went wrong?

Spike started the car and drove aimlessly as his mind wandered.

Big brown eyes that could be so sweet or so demanding and stern.

Huge calloused hands that could do such delicate work and still hold immense strength.

That crooked grin that made his eyes twinkle and the bashful smile that was accompanied with a flush when he was complimented.

And oh bloody hell that body...

Swearing again, he shifted in his seat, forcing his thoughts away from images that made his pants tighten.

Realizing he had circled the small town three times, and really, he was sick of driving in circles today, he turned and made his way out of town.

Eleven minutes later, he pulled into Angel’s driveway in Rancho, in the foothills above the community college where his twin sister, Dru, taught.

Spike looked up at the grey two-story house and sighed. His life would be so much easier if he and Angel clicked that way, but their whole farce of a date had been spent talking about fuckin’ Xander Harris and Angel’s ex wife.

Angel opened the door rubbing his eyes and yawning, his hair stuck up in the back like a little boy’s.

Glaring sleepily at Spike when he saw who it was, he tried to shut the door back, but Spike barged on through.

Sighing and shutting the door, Angel leaned against it and sarcastically drawled, “Why, do come in, William, please, make yourself at home.”

He watched for a moment as Spike paced, then ran his hands through his disheveled black hair and grabbed the energetic man by the arm, leading him to the kitchen.

“I’m making coffee but that doesn’t mean I want you here all night. Some of us do have to work more than two days a week.”

Spike paced back and forth in the spacious kitchen, waiting for Angel to get done so they could talk. After starting the coffee maker, the bigger man turned and snorted, pointing to a chair.

“For Christ’s sake, Will, sit down and be calm. It can’t be that bad.”

Spike dropped down into the chair, leaning his elbows on the table and rubbed his palms over his face, mumbling.

Angel frowned. “What?”

Spike moved his hands, staring up at Angel, blue eyes wide and vulnerable.

“He kissed me, Angel. Out of nowhere! He kissed me then pushed me away, saying we can't and left to take a shower and told me to lock the door on the way out!”

His voice had started out soft and wondering but was high and annoyed by the end.

Angel sat down at the table with a thud.

“Huh. The man has some issues.”

Spike snorted and placed his palms back over his face. “Yeah, no shit.”

Frowning, Angel got up and poured them both a cup of the fresh-brewed coffee. He placed Spike’s on the table and brought his up to his face, savoring the aroma and trying to clear his head.

It was going to be a long night.

***

Xander paced in his hotel room with his cell phone to his ear, listening to the autocratic voice on the other end.

It was mid-morning and he had spent most the night going back and forth between berating himself for kissing the boy and disbelief that he had let him go.

After coming to the decision to pretend like nothing had happened, he had finally fallen into a fitful sleep, only to awaken hours later to the news that Spike was missing and had been most the night.

Then their car owner decided to call and bawl him out over the stunt the boy had pulled yesterday, and it was giving him a severe headache.

“Yes, Mr. Wolfram, I totally agree with you.”

Frowning, Xander opened his door at the loud knock, not surprised to find Spike standing there.

He waved him in and continued into the phone, “Yes, it was a stupid and very reckless thing he did and I will be sure to talk to him about it.”

Spike glanced up from the couch where he had sat down to wait and cocked an eyebrow. Xander glared back, mouthing, “You are so going to get it.”

Speaking in soothing tones, he replied, “No, Mr. Wolfram, I’m positive he will never do it again. Yes, I understand.”

Spike rolled his eyes and kicked his booted feet up onto the coffee table.

Xander walked by and smacked him upside the head, motioning for him to take his feet off the glass table.

“Yes, I agree. He really should be disciplined for such thoughtlessness.” This was said with a long dark look in Spike’s direction, causing the younger man to flush and look down before smirking at him cockily.

“I assure you, it’s under control. Yes, I’ll be sure to tell him. You, too. Okay, goodbye.”

Turning his phone off, he dropped it onto the coffee table and turned to look at Spike.

He shook his head as the boy raised his eyebrows and gave him his best innocent look, widening his baby-blue eyes and looking concerned.

“Was that the car owner, then?”

Xander scoffed and walked towards him, “You know damn well who it was, Spike.”

He leaned in against him, arms braced on either side of Spike’s shoulders, palms against the back of the couch. Xander spoke in low, serious tones, his voice gravelly deep from anger and lack of sleep.

“If you ever do something that stupid again, if I ever get a phone call at eight o’clock in the morning again from that arrogant asshole because you fucked up, I swear I will bend you over my knee and put stripes on your ass. Do.you.understand.me?”

Spike gaped at him in shock, before ducking under his arm and bounding up, moving around to the other side of the table.

“You wouldn’t dare!” he finally managed to sputter out, his eyes wide and the tips of his ears red.

Xander smirked and slouched down on the couch, enjoying the kid’s discomfort. He was dead serious, though.

“Don’t try me, boy. You act like a thoughtless child and I will damned well treat you like one.”

Spike huffed and growled, before turning to walk out the door.

“Spike?” Xander called out, before he took two steps.

He turned back around warily. “Yeah, Harris?”

Xander narrowed his eyes at the blonde pain in his ass. “Where were you all night?”

Spike barked out a laugh in disbelief. “You’re my crew chief, not me damned Da, aint none of your business.”

“Spike…” Xander growled out, warningly.

He threw up his hands in exasperation. “At Angel’s, okay?”

Grunting, Xander frowned, seething with jealousy. “So you always kiss people, then run out to spend the night with someone else?”

Then he winced. Yeah, good going, nice not-mentioning of the kiss there.

“What, you callin’ me a whore now, wanker?” Spike asked in astonishment, his fists clenching and a hurt look in his eyes.

Xander sighed, annoyed with himself and the whole damn morning. He stood up again.

“No, I didn’t mean that. Just gah, this whole morning has sucked.” Xander ran a hand over his face and tilted his head back. “Look, can we just forget this whole thing? We have to go get everything packed up and shit.”

Spike gazed at him consideringly, blue eyes bright with some un-known emotion. Appearing to come to some sort of conclusion, he sauntered over to Xander.

“Yeah, we can do that. But first…” He pressed his body tight to the older man’s, fisting his hands in Xander’s dark locks and bringing his head down to his own.

Licking and biting at his lips, he invaded the other man’s mouth, devouring it and leaving him hard and breathless. He rocked his erection against the one pressing into him and moaned up into Xander’s mouth.

Oh my dear sweet Jesus, was Xander’s last fleeting thought, before he gave in to the desire before him and brought his own hands down to tightly grasp the boy’s firm ass and press him even harder against his aching dick.

One of Spike’s hands came down out of Xander’s hair to slide up underneath the bigger man’s t-shirt, running his palm over smooth, hard muscles.

Xander groaned at the light touch and shivered, slipping his big hands around to the front of Spike’s jeans and unzipping them, before sliding them under the back and cupping the soft, firm globes of the boy’s ass.

Arching back into his hands, Spike brought both of his hands down to Xander’s hips and gripped hard, before running one hand down to skim over the man’s hard jean-encased arousal.

Still plunging his tongue into the soft sweet depths of the boy’s mouth, Xander maneuvered him over so that he was straddling his thigh and rocked him into it as Spike unzipped his jeans and wrapped a soft hand around his large throbbing cock.

Xander moaned deeply into Spike’s mouth as the talented hand of the smaller man made a fist and started stroking his erection, causing his knees to weaken and starting a slight buzzing in his ears.

Digging his fingers into the soft flesh of Spike’s ass, Xander ground the boy against his thigh, causing him to pant and shiver, gripping oh so tightly on Xander’s sensitive cock.

When Spike’s gasping moans became hoarse cries, Xander brought one hand around to the front of the blonde’s jeans and wrapped his fist around his cock, pumping twice as he stroked the fingertips of the other hand firmly along the boy’s perineum and quivering hole.

Spike shouted roughly, his teeth clenched and head thrown back, as his cock twitched and spasmed in the bigger man’s hand. His own hand tightened and pulled, causing Xander to hiss and cry out in painful pleasure.

A few more strokes and he too was coming, hips bucking against the smaller man, moaning hoarsely as he coated Spike’s hand and the front of his jeans.

As Xander stood there panting, his mind blank and body quivering, Spike stepped back and tucked himself back in, doing up his jeans.

Looking Xander in the eyes, he brought his dripping hand up to his devilish mouth and proceeded to lick it clean of the other man’s essence.

Xander shuddered and was about to reach for him again, when Spike smirked and said, “Now, we can forget it. If you can.”

This time, it was Xander left standing in shock in the middle of the room, body flushed and aching, needing the man who had just walked out. He collapsed back onto the couch, reeling.

“Well, fuck," he moaned out, his head in his hands. "That went well.”