Speed Demon

Chapter Six

“I never said I was dating Angel!”

Xander arched an eyebrow, before crooking a finger, beckoning him closer. Spike edged over to the desk warily, not understanding the way the older man was acting.

“You let me think you were,” he replied, as Spike sat down on the edge of the desk.

Snorting, Spike muttered, “How’m I sposed to know what’s goin’ on in that thick head of yours?”

His eyes widened as a thought flickered through his mind and he turned his head to look at the other man.

“That’s why you pushed me away? Oh of all the…” his mumbling trailed off at Xander’s glare.

Glancing at the dark haired man from underneath his lashes, he considered his options. Deciding to take the risk, he slid off of the desk and sauntered around to where Xander was sitting.

Meeting the dark level gaze, he climbed onto Xander’s lap, straddling the man. Both men moaned softly as their half-hard cocks pressed against the others. Watching as Xander’s eyes went smoky and half closed, Spike rubbed his cheek along the other man’s jaw, like a big cat.

He nibbled his way to those lush lips he craved so often and bit softly at the lower one, coaxing them to open. Xander’s warm hands slid under his t-shirt and stroked up his back as his lips parted, allowing Spike in.

Delving his tongue between the older man’s lips, Spike gave himself over to the sensations coursing through him and licked, tasted and stroked every inch of that hot mouth.

“Bleedin’ white hat,” he murmured in between kisses, lost in the taste and feel of the dark haired man.

Xander sat back and let him explore, large hands pressing into his back and hips, holding him close. Taking his time, Spike devoured his mouth with slow, deep strokes and slides of his tongue, biting at his lips and kneading his hands on the other man’s shoulders.

When Xander’s hands grasped his hips and started rocking up into him, the younger man shivered and moaned into his mouth. Panting, he raised his head and blurred blue eyes stared down into heated hungry brown.

“Want you,” Xander rasped out, gripping his hips harder and thrusting up against him, proving how much he really did want the younger man. “I tried to deny it, but you’re damned irresistible.”

Spike snorted, even as his eyes rolled back at the sensation. “Why in hell would you wanna do somthin’ stupid like that?”

“No clue right now, ask me later,” Xander replied weakly, digging his fingers into Spike’s hips as the other man ground down on him.

Spike blinked, startled, when he was suddenly off of Xander and sitting on the desk in front of him.

When Xander reached up and started tugging at Spike’s black t-shirt, he pulled it off and gasped as the older man ran his hands up and down the bared flesh.

Rubbing the rough flesh of his palms over Spike’s sensitive nipples, he murmured against the pale hard skin of his belly, “So much I want to do to you, make you beg and scream under me, but not here, not like this.”

At Spike’s complaining whine, he glanced up and grinned.

“This, however, I can do.”

He undid the first of four buttons on Spike’s faded jeans, his tongue laving over the soft skin revealed. The blonde hissed out a breath as Xander nipped at the skin and sucked it into his mouth, tugging gently.

Blowing gently at the wet spot, Xander pressed his thumb against the hard swollen flesh pushing against the rough fabric, wiggling the second metal circle free. Following the same pattern of licking and biting the revealed skin for every freed button, Spike was shaking with need by the time Xander pulled his erection from his jeans.

His scalding mouth pressed against the tender skin on the underside of the younger man’s cock and Spike audibly sucked in his breath, his fingers clenching hard on the side of the desk.

The first sweep of Xander’s tongue, from the base right to the head, made Spike jerk and start to tremble.

“Xander…” he breathed out, his voice low and rough.

“Yes, Spike?” he murmured against him, running his mouth down, inch by inch.

Working his way back up, he swiped his tongue over the drops of moisture which had seeped out from the top of his erection.

Spike shivered.

“Xann-derr,” he moaned out, his hips bucking to get more than just that light teasing sensation.

His hands unclenched from the side of the desk and dug themselves into the rich black hair in front of him.

“Spii-iike,” Xander drawled, slipping his hand into the gaping jeans and cupping him softly. Then took him full in his mouth.

“Christ! Xander…” Spike cried out through clenched teeth.

Xander paused and looked up at him, brown eyes sparking beneath lids heavy with passion, letting Spike see himself in his mouth. Slits of blue fire stared back down.

Closing his eyes as he gave up fighting for control, Spike leaned his head back and gasped as Xander started sucking and licking his shaft. The strong hand cupping him gently rolled his tight balls, causing him to arch up even more, as his free hand grasped the base of his cock and started stroking.

When he started making gasping cries deep in his throat, Xander paused and waited for him to open his eyes. Wicked chocolate eyes glittered up at him as he grinned and said, “Shh, unless you want everyone in the garage to know what we’re doin’ in here.”

Biting deep into his bottom lip, Spike whimpered softly as Xander took him deep in his mouth again. Pulling back so that he could nibble and suck at the sensitive head, his hand stroked faster and more firmly on the shaft.

Looking up into Spike’s flushed face, his teeth buried in his bottom lip as he fought to control his cries, Xander shuddered and swore to himself he would have him underneath him tonight where he could make all the noise he wanted.

When Spike’s body tightened and a hoarse groan escaped his clenched teeth, Xander sucked him down harder and was rewarded when he shook and the fingers in his hair spasmed. Hot liquid shot deep in his throat and he sucked and licked until all the tremors eased from the body in front of him.

Standing up, he wrapped his arms tight against the still trembling body and pressed gentle kisses along his face, before taking his lips in a hot, furious kiss. He lost himself in the hot sweet taste of the boy, before pulling back to groan against his forehead, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

When Spike could think coherently again, he wrapped his own arms around the man in front of him, ducking his still flushed face against Xander’s neck. Something about the man left him feeling open and vulnerable in ways he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Hey, hey,” Xander coaxed softly, tilting Spike’s head up so he could see him. “We okay, here?”

Not noticing that he was still gnawing on his bottom lip, Spike nodded, trying to find his normal protective attitude.

“’M fine, pet. More than,” he smirked up at Xander, who smiled back as if he understood his need to hide again.

Xander nodded and stepped back. “Pack up your things when you get back to the hotel. I want you with me tonight.”

At Spike’s narrowed eyes, he grinned and kissed him again, softly. “Please?” he asked.

Spike deepened the kiss, which was answer enough for Xander.

The pounding of the office door finally broke them apart, and Xander rested his forehead on Spike’s, panting and feeling as if he would explode if he couldn’t take him now.

“What?” he yelled towards the door, ignoring Spike’s snicker.

There was a pause, then Gunn’s voice.

“C’mon man, we’ve got everything packed, you just have to check over it.”

Xander groaned and stood back, adjusting himself and glad he had worn loose jeans and a longer t-shirt that morning.

Glaring as Spike tried to control the twitching of his lips, Xander pointed at him and said, “Just wait.”

When he had himself under control, for the most part, he leaned over and kissed those swollen lips again, before sighing.

“Off to work, you can go on back to the hotel if you want, since they’ve already gotten everything packed up.” He winked at Spike, grinning. “I’ll see you ina couple of hours.”

Spike sat on the desk and watched him walk out the door, heart pounding as he contemplated exactly what he had gotten himself into.

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Three hours later, having been teased mercilessly into aching arousal by Spike following him around all day, brushing against him and giving him those looks underneath his lashes, bending over to help someone with something, curling his tongue in that way he had, behind his teeth…

Xander gritted his teeth again and shifted, prying his eyes away from where Spike was currently bent over, picking up a crate with Gunn to set into the truck. They were almost done and then he could drag that overly-tempting ass back to the hotel.

It wasn’t until he started walking towards Spike and those blue eyes flashed to him and immediately started looking for something else to do that Xander wondered exactly what was going on.

Yes, he was teasing and tormenting Xander every time he turned around. But he was also stalling. He’s nervous, you blundering idiot. You as much as told him you were gonna fuck him through the mattress tonight.

What he didn’t know was why. The boy was too beautiful, too confident to be inexperienced. He knew he wanted him, too. Maybe it’s just too soon.

Whatever it was, he needed to get him to where he could talk to him.

After everything was finally in the trucks, Xander called out for everyone to head back to the hotel and locked the garage up. Turning to Spike, who was practically vibrating with nervous energy, he cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Where’s your car?”

Spike shook his head, “Din’t bring it out, caught a ride.”

Xander nodded and motioned to the passenger side of his rental car.

After they were settled and he backed up, he asked, “What’s wrong, Spike?”

The blonde head jerked around to look at him but he kept his eyes on the road.

“Wot? I can’t stick around and help instead of sitting on me arse in a bleedin hotel room all night?”

Xander ignored the brash irritated words and asked again, “What’s wrong, Spike?”

He could see the flush on the other man’s face from the corner of his eye, but he didn’t make any other comment, waiting Spike out.

After a minute or two of silence, Spike sighed and Xander bit the inside of his cheek to stop the grin. Spike never could deal with silence for long.

“I’ve just not done this so much, okay? I’m not a bleedin’ slut like everyone seems to think I am.”

Xander bit back his outburst, knowing it wasn’t so much a barb against him as it was part of Spike’s prickly shell lashing out to cover his feelings of vulnerability.

Spike shrugged and scrunched down in his seat uncomfortably. “Never bottomed before,” he finally bit out, softly. He smirked and looked over at Xander again, “And somehow I don’t think I'm gonna be the one topping with us.”

Staring straight ahead, Xander ignored the voice in his head going, Mine first, mine all mine, and unclenched one of his hands from the steering wheel, placing it on Spike’s knee, rubbing soothingly.

“No,” he finally responded, grinning, “I don’t think you will be, either. For the most part anyway.”

He sighed then, saying, “We don’t have to do this tonight, Spike. I don’t want to rush you into anything you aren’t ready for.”

Spike shifted uncomfortably, obviously just wanting the conversation over with. “It’s alright. I mean, I do want to.”

A moments pause, then, “Spike…”

“Oi! I said I want to, okay?”

“Fine.”

“Fine!”

Blue eyes met brown and two pairs of lips twitched, then they both burst into laughter. After the snickers had subsided, the rest of the trip was spent in silence.

Pulling into his parking place, Xander sat a moment, then yanked off his seatbelt and leaned over, kissing Spike hard and deep.

When he pulled back, Spike blinked at him. Xander got out of the car and started walking towards the double doors of the hotel.

He heard Spike curse and turned around, snickering as he saw that the younger man had tried to get out of the car with his seatbelt attached.

“Shut up,” Spike growled, as he walked up to him and Xander just shook his head, leading the way into the building and upstairs.

As he paused in front of the door, trying to get the key working, Spike plastered himself against his back and ran his hands over Xander’s chest. Cursing as his shaking hands dropped the key, he ignored Spike’s smirk as he picked it back up.

Finally getting the door unlocked, he yanked Spike inside and closed the door, pressing the younger man against it as he ground his hips into him, biting and sucking up his neck, towards his mouth.

Spike groaned into his mouth as he finally claimed it, his hands working furiously up and down the blonde’s body. Releasing his mouth to tug the black shirt over his head, he ran his hands down Spike’s sides, tugging at the waist of his jeans.

Xander lifted his arms as Spike yanked his shirt off and they both moaned at the feeling of their bare chests pressing against each other. Both started working at the others jeans, wanting even more bare flesh.

Xander got Spike’s open first and yanked them down his legs, cursing as he ran into shoes. He dropped to his knees, trying to ignore the bare and very hard erection by his head.

Finally tugging Spike’s shoes off, he pulled the jeans and socks off too, before sucking the hard cock down his throat in one smooth move.

Spike yelped and clutched madly at Xander’s hair, but he had already released him and was standing up again.

Holding the slighter man by his hips, he turned him around as he coaxed him to walk backwards, leading them towards the bedroom. Xander tried not to run into anything as he greedily bit and sucked at Spike’s mouth.

Gripping Spike’s bare ass with his hands, he pressed him even harder against him as they walked and they both groaned at the feeling.

When the back of Spike’s legs hit the bed, Xander pushed him backwards onto it and crawled over the sprawled out man. Spike arched up into the older man’s jean clad erection, panting.

Xander clenched his teeth, trying to get control back over his body. He had to go slow with this, but slow wasn’t a word his dick understood at the moment.

“Shh,” he murmured against Spike’s neck. “We need to slow down or I’m gonna hurt you, and I don’t want that.”

The blonde groaned, but stopped pressing up into him, letting him catch his breath and gather back some of his control.

He left his jeans on, knowing that the feel of Spike’s naked skin against him would destroy the last shreds of his need to take it easy this first time.

Xander spent long slow minutes using his hands and mouth to drive Spike into a fever pitch of need. He pressed hot kisses and stinging bites all over the blonde’s naked chest and shoulders, licking up his neck and biting at his lips.

His hands soothed and inflamed, running up and down Spike’s sides and legs, ghosting over the sensitive skin between his thighs and over his throbbing erection.

When Spike was growling at him to ‘Get on with it’ Xander reached into the nightstand and pulled out lube and a handful of condoms. Dropping the condoms onto the top of the nightstand, he opened the tube and slicked up two fingers.

Spike watched him with eyes gone almost black with need, panting and too far gone to be nervous anymore.

Settling down into the space between Spike’s thighs, Xander kissed his trembling belly soothingly, running a hand down between his legs, urging him to part them more.

Closing his eyes, Spike spread out his legs as far as he could, leaving Xander to pet and soothe him as he slowly rubbed a wet fingertip over the hidden opening to his body. Spike whimpered and Xander licked slowly along his pulsing cock as he gently pressed the tip of his finger inside.

Once the tenseness eased up, Xander pushed in a little farther, stopping each time until Spike relaxed again. When Xander could ease one finger in and out of him with just a little resistance, he slowly added the second finger, crooning softly against Spike’s belly as he hissed out a breath.

Sucking Spike’s erection into his mouth, he started scissoring his fingers, trapping Spike between the discomfort and the pleasure.

When both fingers could move around without causing Spike to tense up in pain, Xander crooked them, looking for the spot in him that could make it all better.

As his fingertips brushed over Spike’s prostate, the blonde’s hips jerked and a strangled moan came out of his throat. Smiling around the hard flesh in his mouth, Xander stroked over the gland gently until Spike was bucking against him and whimpering.

Releasing his cock and sliding out his fingers, Xander stood up and undid his jeans, pulling them off, along with his socks. At Spike’s wide eyes, he smiled down at him, asking, “How do you want to do this?”

Teeth bit down into that already puffy and swollen bottom lip and Xander groaned. Glancing back up at him, Spike replied, “Wanna see you.”

“It might hurt a little more,” he warned, but Spike just shook his head.

Reaching for a foil packet on the table, he knelt between the blonde’s thighs and sheathed himself, sliding some more lube on.

Leaning down to capture that pouty bottom lip between his teeth, he sucked on it gently as he grasped the boy’s knees and slid them over his shoulders, nudging the tip of his erection against that tender opening.

When Spike opened his lips to him, Xander slid his tongue in and pressed gently inside the boy with the head of his cock, catching Spike’s whimper of pain in his mouth.

When he relaxed, he eased in, an inch at a time until he was seated firmly all the way in, his balls against the blonde’s ass.

Spike was panting and his fingers were dug into Xander’s back, but when Xander asked if he wanted to wait a few minutes, the boy shook his head and arched his hips up against him.

Xander moved slowly, and soon Spike was meeting him thrust for thrust, moaning and digging his fingers even harder into Xander’s spine. Always carefully watching to make sure Spike wasn’t in any pain, Xander sped up and tilted his hips, so that his cock would continuously brush over the boy’s prostate.

Spike cried out hoarsely and bucked, as Xander started a pounding rhythm into him, his eyes rolling back and his breath coming in sharp pants. Xander bit his tongue and focused on the pain to keep from losing all control and slamming harshly into the tight heat of the blonde.

Sliding a hand in between their bodies, he grasped Spike’s weeping cock in a hard fist and began stroking it firmly in time with his thrusts. At the boy’s gasping cries, he felt himself grow even harder and he groaned huskily against his neck.

When he felt the body underneath his tighten and shake, he leaned down and captured Spike’s scream of release with his mouth, shuddering above the blonde.

A few more thrusts and he was arching his head back and crying out his own completion, as Spike ran his hands comfortingly along his sweaty back. He collapsed, panting, on the slight body. It was a few minutes before he found enough energy to ease out of the boy and drop the condom into the wastebasket by the bed.

Lying on his side, he pulled the exhausted younger man to him and kissed him deeply, possessively. He wanted to ask him if he was okay, if he hurt anywhere, and where exactly he thought this was going, but the events of the past few days and lack of sleep caught up with him and he couldn’t form any thoughts into words.

Giving in, he pressed another soft kiss to the blonde’s sweaty curls and closed his eyes, sleep taking over, sure that they could work it all out tomorrow.