Tangled Hearts *Now COMPLETE*

“Oh, fuck…yes! Harder!”

Xander gripped the sheets underneath him, squeezing them more out of frustration than actual pleasured need. This guy was… was small too much of an insult? He was trying to enjoy it, down on his hands and knees, fucking back against the wiener-sized cock inside him, but it just wasn’t enough. His smallest dildo was bigger!

“That’s… it… just a little… harder.” His words fizzled out as Dave screamed and then froze in orgasm, his body pushed firm against Xander’s ass.

Oh, hell no. This so can’t be happening to me. Xander closed his eyes and shifted, lowering himself onto his stomach as Dave pulled out and moved over to discard the used condom. God, he was still hard and aching, Dave was done and his cock hadn’t even been touched. He’d been waiting, hoping for a reach-around… something, but Dave ended up being a selfish prick that only wanted his ass, and was now already looking for his jeans. This is why he didn’t fuck strangers. It never ended well and now he’d have to lie about what a good time he had and wait for Dave to leave so he could jerk himself off. Stupid idiot didn’t even realize he hadn’t come.

“So, can I call you?”

Xander blinked. Okay, this guy was stupid and unbelievable. He slid off the bed and grabbed a pair of sweats from his top dresser drawer, sliding into them quickly. “Look, I don’t want to sound like an asshole, but I don’t think it’d be a good idea. I’m really not looking for anything more than one night, okay?”

Dave shrugged, pulling his shirt over his head. “Yeah, sure. No problem. Just thought I’d ask, you know? Be polite…”

Oh yeah, time for tiny-dick to go. Xander edged his way toward the bedroom door, letting Dave go first and then followed him out into the living room… right where Spike was sitting.

“Oh, hey. Didn’t know you were home,” Xander said, shamelessly pushing his arm around Dave’s waist.

“Obviously,” Spike snapped, looking Dave over from head to toe, then casually turning his attention back toward the television.

Xander grinned to himself and walked Dave to the door, stopping before he stepped into the hallway. “I had a real good time,” he lied, leaning in, capturing Dave’s lips, more for Spike’s benefit than for his own. He pretended well, acting like Dave was the best he’d ever had. And the Oscar goes to… The guy couldn’t fuck, but at least he had full, poutable kiss-me lips. That was something at least.

Dave left and Xander eased his way back into the living room, sprawling on the opposite end of the couch, not attempting to hide the bulging hard-on he was still sporting beneath the thin, sweatpants. In fact, he wanted Spike to see exactly what he was missing, and casually rubbed his hand once down the length, shifting in his seat until he caught Spike’s glance.

“So how was your night?” he asked, low and breathy in his best bedroom voice.

“Bloody well disappointing,” he answered, his tone obviously irritated. Spike took the remote in hand and flipped through the channels until he found a low-budget, eyesore, ‘worse than your grandma’s home movies’ porn flick. He tossed the channel changer onto the end table and sat back further into the cushion.

Xander looked from Spike, to the TV and then down to the massive tent that was beginning to pitch a bit higher. You’d think the overexerted fake moans being heard over the horrible seventies music would be enough to deflate him, but they only proved to make it worse. Oh, this was bad. Spike and bad porn. He sat up, trying to cover himself discreetly by cupping his hands in his lap.

But then he decided he’d gone to too much trouble to blow this. “Too bad about your night. Guess if you’d met a stallion like Dave…”

Spike’s neck snapped sideways and Xander almost could have imagined a growl rumbling from his chest. “I warned you about that tosser. You wanna act like a cheap, fucking trollop, that’s your business. Just remember, Harris. Anyone’ll fuck a whore.”

Xander turned on him. “What Spike, you jealous? You mad because you’ve got some competition?!” He snickered and shook his head. “Wow, I think I finally found the first guy in Chicago you haven’t fucked! I doubt he’s gotten too far, if you hurry, you might be able to catch him.”

“Why,” Spike murmured, moving with lightening speed over to Xander’s side of the couch. “When there’s a ripe, rent boy for hire right here.” He unexpectedly pressed against Xander’s lips and plunged, deep and hard, forcing his tongue inside.

Xander was about to resist, to fight back because he really was pissed at Spike, or at least his mind kept telling him he was, but Spike’s mouth was on his, his tongue doing this wonderful thing, making his body completely disagree with the whole being mad idea. Especially when he heard that sound. Spike was moaning a low, deep rumble of pleasure while he kissed him. Not a best friend kind of kiss, either. Not even the same as the ones they’d shared at the club the week before… but a real, true, ‘I want to taste every inch of you’ kind of kiss he’d only fantasized a million times about.

And then there was a hand. A hand tweaking a bare nipple and Xander had forgotten he was shirtless until his body started responding, goose bumps appearing on his chest and arms as Spike continued playing with not only one, but both his nipples. Oh holy Jesus! His body uncontrollably arched forward and a desperate moan was pulled from his lips.

They were still kissing, rough and harsh, but it was the most intimate thing Xander could imagine. This is what he’d wanted. This is what he’d thought about every time he’d jerked off thinking of Spike. Watching Spike with Angel, Spike with Lindsey… Spike with every other person that wasn’t him, didn’t matter because now Spike was acting like he was the most desirable person in the world.

Xander was panting, gasping for breath when Spike pulled off enough to gaze hungrily down the length of his body. He saw everything in slow motion as Spike’s hand traveled down, brushing across his abs, teasing the trail of hair just south of his exposed navel and then finally as it cupped his erection through the material of his pants.

The voice was soft, too soft and luring for the next thing out of his mouth. “So, do I pay you now… or after.”

Xander froze, his entire body tensing under Spike’s. With as much force as he could, he shoved, knocking Spike backward onto the floor, flat on his ass.

“What the fuck!?”

Spike’s eyes narrowed, taunting. “You wanna act like a whore Xander?! Prepare to be treated like one! Just gave you a taste’s all.”

Xander stood up, stepping over the other man and stormed toward his room. “Fuck you, Spike!” Slamming the door behind him, he threw himself on his bed and curled the blanket around his body. Yet the fool again.