Fancy a Ride

Chapter Six

Xander stretches out his arms, basking in the residual rays of the setting sun. His bare chest glinted in the dim light entering through the open wall of the small bungalow.

He grins and turns on his heel when he hears movement behind him. Spike is lying on the soft pallet in the middle of the floor; his hair is sticking up, tangled from sleep. He rubs his eyes and squints up at Xander. “Whas gnon?”

Xander grins and drops to the ground next to Spike. “Watching the sunset. You about ready to get up? Tonight’s the night.”

This makes Spike sit up and grin. “Tonight!” He wraps his arms around Xander’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Xander scrambles back to his feet and laughs. “No more, baby! Gotta get ready.”

Spike stretches and watches as his lover leaves the room. The phone rings in the middle of an impressive yawn and he stretches out for it, snagging the receiver and grunting.

“Lovely way to answer the phone, Wil.”

Spike snorts and grunts again. Giles laughs and continues, “I have everything arranged. All you have to do is show up. Think you can handle that?”

“Yes, Rupert, I think I can handle that.” Spike snorts in annoyance and hangs up the phone, scratching his stomach as he walks to the bathroom. Spike stares over his shoulder at Xander as he relieves himself, enjoying the unobstructed view of his lover’s body.

Xander is standing in the middle of a sunken tub. Water flows over him from an opening in the ceiling. Xander stands with his arms over his head, his abdomen stretching and twitching as he washes his hair.

Spike flushes and steps into the sunken shower, stepping around his lover and wrapping his arms around Xander’s waist. He kisses his back between the shoulder blades.

“What are you thinking?” he mumbles into Xander’s back, his lips tickling the flesh there.

Xander grins, his fingers buried deep in his hair. He keeps scrubbing, but turns to look down at Spike. “I’m thinking that in the year and a half that I have known you, I have gone on more trips than any one person should.”

Spike laughs and reaches up, entangling his fingers with Xander’s. “Yeah, well. I don’t know how to get Rupert to stop.”

“I know.”

Xander ducks his head under the water falling from the ceiling and rinses the suds from his hair. He reaches for the shampoo and starts on Spike’s head. “You’ll leave it loose today?” he prompts Spike, receiving a nod in return.

He moves Spike under the stream of water and, when the soap is gone, back against the wall of the shower. He smiles, pressing a kiss to Spike’s mouth, and drops to his knees.

He looks at Spike’s cock, standing tall and proud. A tiny bead of moisture hangs from Spike’s PA and Xander flicks out his tongue to taste it. He tugs on the ring a bit before sliding his mouth down the length, tasting every part of his lover. Spike’s fingers find their way into his hair and he smiles around the flesh in his mouth.

“Oh baby, so good.” Spike’s voice is muffled.

Xander groans in response and grins when Spike’s hips thrust up against him. He releases Spike, sitting back on his heels. “Can you believe this?”

Spike slides down the wall and wraps his arms around Xander. “I know. It’s too good to be true, isn’t it?”

Their lips meet as someone begins to bang on the bathroom door. Spike’s eyes catch Xander’s and he reaches out, grasping Xander’s cock in his hands. Xander reciprocates and they sit under the cascade of water, staring into each other’s eyes as they come, their seed spilling out to cover them both.

“Xander! I know you’re in there!”

Xander groans and rolls his eyes, leaning in to kiss Spike once again.

“Spike! Spike! You’re not supposed to do the groom before the wedding!”

Xander groans again and drops his forehead against Spike’s, rolling it back and forth. “Anya! Go away!”

Spike laughs and stands, dragging Xander with him. “Pushy bint.”

“I heard that!”

Spike snorts and makes quick work of lathering up both of their bodies as Xander watches. They rinse quickly and dry off, wrapping the thick towels around their waists before walking out into the main room.

Willow bounces up from the floor and grins. “Oh! You look wonderful!” Tears begin to roll down her face. Spike glances down at the towels that they are wearing and turns to look at Rupert who shrugs.

“What?”

“You couldn’t keep them away until we were ready?”

Rupert shrugs again as Anya begins tugging at Xander’s towel. “Now take it off. I’ve seen it all before.”

Xander yips, holding tightly to the terrycloth around his waist. Spike strides forward and pushes Anya away. “Now see here. Those are my goodies, you stay away.”

Xander blushes and escapes to the bathroom with his suit as Anya and Spike continue to argue. Finally, Rupert herds the girls out of the bungalow, promising drinks.

Spike is adjusting his tie when Xander’s head pops out from around the door. “Is it safe to come out?”

Spike nods and Xander walks into the room. Spike’s eyes drift over his lover from head to toe. Xander is dressed in cream-colored linen, the shirt the same warm color as the suit.

His tie is an eclectic combination of browns that highlights the warmth of his eyes. His tanned feet are bare, his toes curling into the soft carpet of the floor.

“Oh, Xander.” Spike moves across the floor, pulling Xander close. They stand there for a long moment, their heads buried in each other’s neck.

“Let me see you,” Xander orders. Spike shuffles back, straightening to show off his suit.

Spike’s hair is longer than when they met, and a soft golden color rather than the white he had once worn. Loose curls frame his face and he smiles. He is wearing darker linen. His is a deep blue with a lighter blue shirt. His tie is simple, the same strong color of the suit, his naked toes pale against the floor.

He shrugs, the movement drawing Xander’s attention. “Well?”

Xander sweeps Spike into his arms and kisses him. Music begins to drift across the warm breeze and they join hands. Still staring at each other, they walk out onto the beach.

A dozen people line the sand. Locals stand holding flowers and guitars, some waving them toward the front. Spike’s band mates are dressed in all black and look distinctly uncomfortable. Willow is batting Anya’s hands away as she tries to increase the amount of cleavage that her girlfriend is showing. Rupert stands with Tara and her wife, both women smiling serenely.

Spike and Xander stop in front of a shrunken, wizened figure standing before the crowd. He smiles a toothless grin at them, and begins to speak in heavily accented English.

“Tonight, we gather to celebrate the devotion of Alexander Harris and William Jamison. In as much as these two people love each other and…”

The sunlight fades as the lovers join together for eternity.

The End