Speed Demon

Chapter Five

Half an hour later, as hot water poured down over his aching muscles- all day in a car going 200 miles an hour and then only 4 hours of sleep on Angel’s leather couch did not make for comfort- Spike closed his eyes and moaned.

Disbelief still rocked through him, he just couldn’t believe it had actually happened. A kiss, maybe some groping if he was lucky, that’s all he had been expecting when he had walked up to the man and kissed him.

Spike had been pissed off that he had wanted to forget anything had happened and wanted to prove to Xander something was there, not to mention how turned on he had been by Xander growling threats towards his backside in his deep husky voice.

The moment Xander had ground his hips against him, though, every other thought had left his head.

It had been like catching on fire; a spark and then whoosh!, the whole world went up in flames. All he could think about was the big hard body pressing into him, those massive rough hands.

Bloody hell, those hands.

Within minutes he had been humping Xander’s leg like a horny teenager and was on the verge of coming from that alone. When the older man had wrapped his big hand around his throbbing dick, that had been it for Spike.

He shivered, remembering the feel of it, the strength of it. And when he had felt the firm stroking of Xander’s fingers between his ass cheeks…

Spike whimpered as the memory made him shiver. Pressing his hot forehead against the cool tiles and wrapping a hand around his once again aching cock, he slowly stroked his hard flesh.

He wasn’t as experienced as his cocky attitude led people to believe he was, but he did have some. He had never gone up in flames like that before, however. It actually frightened him how much he wanted Xander.

The steam and water poured down over him as he braced his arm on the wall and started stroking faster, remembering the feel of Xander’s pulsing cock in his hand. Spike wasn’t small by any means, but Xander’s was just as large and thick as the man was.

Spike had always been the top in his other relationships, never trusting anyone else with that much control over him, but the other man’s beautifully thick cock made his knees weak with longing, even as it send a trickle of fear up his spine. He was just so big, everywhere, to the much slighter man.

A choking moan spilt from his throat as he thought about being completely enveloped by the older man, his strong body pressing him down, all around him and inside him.

The image of the bigger man thrusting into him, filling him up and stretching him unbearably was more than Spike could take and his hoarse shout echoed in the small bathroom as he came hard in his fist.

Panting, his knees weak and his head spinning, Spike snorted. Oh bloody fuck, I’ve got it bad.

***

Everyone but Spike was already at the garage when Xander got there and he smiled at the controlled pandemonium as everyone tried to get everything packed up for the plane ride out the next day.

After about an hour of double checking lists and shouting orders, he walked back into his office to make a few phone calls before the phone had to be packed up.

He also wanted to be in a room behind a closed door, so maybe he would stop looking for Spike every five seconds. Gunn’s possessive looks towards Oz and Oz’s sultry looks back weren’t helping any, either. He hadn’t known Oz could do sultry.

Shaking his head, he had to admit he was happy that one relationship seemed to be progressing nicely.

He blinked. Not that I’m in a relationship!

Fuck, I do want to be, though, he admitted to himself. Everything about the boy called out to him. He wasn’t a poacher, though, and he didn’t do one night stands.

He had seen how comfortable and close Angel and Spike had been.

Already feeling guilty, horny, by the memory of what had happened earlier, he swore to himself he wouldn’t touch the boy again. Ha!

Growling at the mocking voice in his head, Xander dropped his head to his desk and thumped it down, once, twice.

Startled by the cough, he jerked his head up and glared sheepishly at Angel, who was trying not to smile as he stood in the doorway.

“I knocked,” he said, with an almost straight face.

Xander waved him in, although he couldn’t think of anyone he wanted to talk to less. “Bad morning,” was all he said in explanation to the younger man.

“Yeah, I heard about that,” Angel replied, dropping down into a chair.

Xander’s eyes widened and he could feel a babble coming on, however hard he tried to suppress it.

“What? Oh-we um, yeah, I guess he would tell you, huh? It was nothing, really, well not nothing because obviously it was something but- It won’t happen again. Well, again, again because I’m sure he told you about last night, too, so that’s two agains and I think I’m going to shut up now.”

Angel blinked, opened his mouth, and blinked again.

“Actually, it was last night I was talking about, but it doesn’t matter.”

Xander cringed and cursed his wayward mouth for the tenth time in the past ten seconds.

“Look, Spike would kill me if he knew I was here, but since you’ve obviously talked to him today, I’m sure you know he spent the night over at my place,” Angel continued, arching his eyebrow at the narrowing of Xander’s eyes.

Obviously uneasy about what he had come to say, Angel brushed a hand through his hair and looked around the room, not making eye contact as he said softly, “He’s a really good guy, Will is. I know he pretends to be all hard and cocky, but he’s not.”

He breathed out a sigh and looked back into Xander’s eyes.

“I don’t want you to hurt him again. Make up your mind and stop leading him on, he doesn’t deserve that shit.”

Xander’s mouth fell open.

“What? But I, he-you, he told me you were dating!” he finally managed to say.

It was Angel’s turn for his mouth to fall open and he gaped at Xander, before grinning. “So that’s why you pushed him away last night. And this morning by the sound of things. That’s what he gets for being such a little idiot and letting you think that.”

He shook his head. “We had one date, and he spent it talking about you. Like he has been for months. Sure, I’m attracted to him, he’s a very hot man, but he’s like family to me. We would wind up killing each other.”

Xander sat there in shock as Angel got up and smiled. “Think I’ll be going now before Spike runs into me. I meant what I said before, he doesn’t deserve to be led on, however stupid he can be sometimes.”

Angel left and Xander still sat there, his mind whirling with the information it had been given. A slow, deliberate smile spread across his face and it was still there a minute later when Spike poked his head in the door.

“Oi, Harris, I just saw Angel leaving. He said you wanted to see me?”

Xander’s eyes glowed in appreciation as he looked over Spike’s tight faded jeans and black t-shirt, hair still wet from his shower, and his smile turned wicked.

“Yeah, come in and close the door. Actually, lock it,” he mused, still hungrily eyeing the boy.

Spike’s eyes widened as he looked at Xander’s expression and he nervously bit his lip before entering the office and closing the door.

He paused for a second and then turned the lock, the soft click magnified by the silence in the small room.

“Now, come here and sit on Daddy’s lap and tell me why you’ve been letting me think you were dating Angel.”

Blue eyes went huge as they stared into hot, lust-filled brown.