Speed Demon

Chapter Seven

Spike awakened trembling, the last remnants of his dreams tugging at his subconscious. A harsh voice and heavy fists, echoes of taunting laughter and hoarse pleas.

He felt vulnerable and open in the early morning light, tremors of panic and anxiety skittering up and down his spine.

Disoriented, he blinked his eyes open blearily, unsure as to what was wrong. He hadn’t had the dreams in years.

When he felt the warmth of a body spooned behind him and the heavy feeling of an arm around his waist, he tensed and the tremors picked up.

Flashes of the past night flickered through his head and he panted silently, cursing himself for the vulnerable position he had put himself into. He knew better than to try something like this.

He breathed deep, trying to control the shivers and his gasping breaths, and the familiar smell of the other man drifted through him. Feeling himself start to calm, he breathed in again slowly, savoring the smell of soap and Xander’s aftershave.

Spike wanted to relax back into the man, now that he was feeling somewhat calmer, but he wasn’t sure it was wanted, or if he was even supposed to still be here. Xander had said he wanted him here for the night, he hadn’t said anything about more than that.

Feeling some of the trembling start back from his insecurity, he tried to edge his way off of the bed.

The tightening of the strong muscular arm around his waist should have nudged his fear up a notch, but it brought him a feeling of safety instead.

Want him, need him so much.

“Mnnguh,” was muttered into the back of his neck and he shivered as stubble scraped and a soft warm mouth kissed his nape.

He stilled and waited for the other man to wake up fully or drift back to sleep.

“Where do you think you’re off to?” Xander finally asked, sleepily.

Spike felt his stomach tense and he replied softly, “To my room?”

Xander grunted and after a pause, “Why?”

Nibbling on his bottom lip, Spike considered how to answer and went with the truth.

“You said tonight, I didn’t know if you wanted me here longer than that. Was just gonna get my kit n go.”

Xander groaned and muttered under his breath before sighing. “I knew we shoulda talked it out last night. Got…distracted.”

Spike snorted.

Xander tightened his arm more and pulled Spike flush up against his body, back to his front.

“Too early to talk,” he complained. “Promise, later.”

Spike nodded, relaxing against the older man. He wouldn’t worry about it right now.

“Now, though, so not done with you,” Xander murmured into his neck, deliberately rubbing his stubble along the sensitive side of his throat and arching his hips into Spike, letting him feel his hard erection.

Spike moaned and shivered at the combined feel of the roughness scraping over his neck and the hard smooth heat of Xander sliding between his buttocks.

Xander’s big hand moved from where it was locked across Spike’s stomach and roamed over his chest, stroking and petting until Spike was shifting around restlessly.

Sliding back down, it softly stroked his belly soothingly before moving down to his swelling cock.

Slowly, lazily, Xander’s fist stroked and pulled at his hard flesh, making him gasp and close his eyes from the slow building sensations.

After a few long minutes of Xander’s slow hard stroking, Spike tried to turn to face him, to try to stop the teasing and speed things up.

Xander grunted at him and held him in place, nipping at the back of his neck.

Spike whimpered at the soft bite and arched into the other man’s hand, wanting, needing more.

“Fuck, Xander,” he moaned, closing his eyes.

Xander never sped up his strokes and soon Spike was shaking in need, writhing against the big strong hand.

When gasping pleas and curses started coming from his throat, Xander hushed him and released his cock, ignoring the complaining moan that came after.

Spike heard Xander reach over behind him to the nightstand and his heart picked up its pace.

Trying to still his nerves, he reminded himself that they had already done it once, and it had felt like nothing else in the world; he wanted to feel it again.

Don’t be such a git, he’s gonna think there’s somthin’ wrong with you.

When Xander lifted his leg and placed it over his own, opening him to the fingers that traced from his tight balls up to his puckered opening and back down again, he had to fight the whimper of discomfort and vulnerability.

He didn’t want the older man to stop but he was sore and aching from last night, that pain mixing in with the undeniable pleasure the light stroking was causing.

The fingers moved and came back, wet and cold, and he shivered as they circled around the entrance to his body. Soft and gentle rubbing over that tender flesh made him pant and buck backwards into the touch.

Oh bloody fuckin’ hell, that’s good.

Biting back a hiss of pain as the finger slid inside his body, he stilled his movements and waited for the burn to ease.

A couple of seconds later, the pain faded into the background as the fingertip brushed over the swollen gland in his body and his hips started shifting again.

Spike felt Xander groan hoarsely into his neck and shiver, before removing the finger gently from his body. He heard the rip of the condom packet and felt Xander moving around behind him.

Stomach tightening in nerves and anticipation, he had to remind himself to breathe.

He tried not to tense up as Xander shifted his body and he felt the blunt tip of the man’s pulsing erection against his sensitive opening. A large palm came down and rubbed soothingly against Spike’s taut abdomen as Xander smoothly pressed the head of his cock inside him.

Spike flinched and bit back a whimper, but when Xander slid all the way inside with one long thrust, a cry of pain managed to escape his clenched teeth.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why’d you have to ruin it, just hold it in.

Xander went rigid.

“Damn it,” he bit out, panting against the blonde’s neck. His hand on Spike’s belly moved to tightly grip his hip, holding him immobile.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me I was hurting you?” he finally growled, his voice harsh.

Spike started trembling and sank his teeth into his bottom lip again, nervously.

“D-didn’t want you to stop,” he replied quietly, his voice catching as Xander started brushing his neck with his lips to help calm him.

Stupid idiot, not good for anything.

Xander growled, the reverberations vibrating on the sensitive skin of his neck.

“There are other things we could have done, or I could have taken longer to prepare you-,” he stopped when Spike tried to squirm away from him in embarrassment and tightened his grip on his hip.

Spike felt his eyes fill with tears of shame and frustration and he just wanted to get away before he made an even bigger fool of himself.

Shouldn’t have even tried, no good, useless and stupid, he’s not gonna want you now.

“Shh, its okay, Spike. Just don’t ever want to hurt you, need you to tell me from now on if you are too sore for something. Don’t pull away from me, sweetheart,” he murmured, holding him close.

Xander wouldn’t let him go and eventually he relaxed back into the other man.

Releasing the tight grip on Spike’s hip, he ran his hand up and down over the younger man’s chest and belly, trying to ignore the pounding heat in his blood and the hot tightness around his erection.

“So damn beautiful,” Xander whispered against Spike’s ear, before tracing the shell with his tongue. When he nipped the soft lobe, the body in front of him shivered and he smiled.

Sliding his hand back down to Spike’s hard cock, he started slowly stroking it again. Spike gasped and tried to arch into his hand but Xander growled warningly at him, wanting him to stay still before he hurt himself more.

Spike whimpered, stuck between the too pleasurable sensations Xander was causing and the aching fullness inside him. The stretch and burn had dwindled down to minor annoyances and Spike wanted to move. Xander wasn’t cooperating, though.

When Spike finally started pleading with him, swearing that nothing hurt, Xander slowly started rocking into him. He still held Spike immobile by a tight fist around his cock and his teeth gently but firmly on his neck.

For long slow minutes, Xander altered between firm strokes on Spike’s throbbing erection and slow easy strokes into the tightness of his body.

Spike thought he would go insane from the building sensations, the slowness made every cell in his body start to hum and his skin was so sensitive that even the sheet under his side was too rough.

He could feel his cheeks and neck flushing and he couldn’t draw in a deep breath; his eyelids were too heavy to keep open but the darkness only intensified the swarming pleasure.

As he felt Xander start to thrust into him a little faster and the fist around his cock to stroke a little more firmly, his breath started hitching in his throat.

Soon, Spike was writhing helplessly between the thrusts brushing continuously over his prostate and the fist firmly wrapped around his hard aching flesh, sobs and pleas tumbling from his lips.

Fisting one hand in the sheet under him, he reached back with the other to dig his short nails into the straining and bunching muscles of the man behind him. A hoarse groan and faster, harder thrusts in response to that made him dig his nails in even more.

Spike could feel the tension build; it started from the bottoms of his feet, vibrating, and he clenched his toes, then a wave of tingling pleasure crawled up his legs and he felt his balls draw up.

His whole body tightened, the muscles aching and spasming as he froze and stopped breathing, his foot digging into the calf of Xander’s leg as if he wanted to climb on top of him.

A hoarse cry started out of his throat and it turned to a sob as his body started shaking, as he came as slowly as Xander had fucked him, the tremors shaking him and twisting him for long moments of spiraling pleasure before letting him collapse, drained.

Spike felt Xander pound hard into him, once, twice more, then dig his teeth deeply into the back of his neck, shuddering, as he came silently.

They laid there, panting and drifting, for several minutes before Xander reached down to pull out of him, tossing the used condom into the trash beside the bed.

Spike groaned softly as his muscles and sore ass protested all movement as he felt Xander climb from the bed. He drifted a few minutes until he felt a soft kiss on his forehead and he opened his eyes.

Dark brown eyes still shimmering with pleasure smiled down at him.

Another soft kiss, this time on his lips, had him humming with contentment.

So fuckin’ gorgeous, he is. So sweet and good, strong and safe.

The kiss deepened and Spike reached up to burrow his fingers in Xander’s long dark hair. He made a small protesting noise in his throat when Xander lifted his head again but the older man just grinned down at him.

“C’mon sleepy head, we’ve got a lot to do today. Up, up.”

Spike sighed and sat up, unable to prevent the small wince as his body protested again. Xander reached down and grabbed his hand, pulling him up in one smooth movement, catching him against his chest.

Yawning, Spike followed the older man to the bathroom. Xander stepped into the huge sunken tub, slowly filling with hot steaming water, and sat down, before holding out a hand to help Spike climb in.

Once he was seated between Xander’s thighs, Spike leaned back against the older man and sighed. The hot water was working wonders on his muscles and the feel of the hot soapy cloth Xander was rubbing over his chest made him want to purr.

As he rested his head back on Xander’s shoulder, closing his eyes, Xander started talking softly.

“I don’t do one night stands. If that’s what you want, I won’t chain you to the bed or anything,” he paused. “Unwillingly, anyway.” Spike snickered and felt the other man shrug.

“I won’t promise you forever, I’ve tried that once before and forever only happens if both work hard at it. But I can tell you that I enjoy your company, adore your body,” this said with a small nip on his shoulder, “and I like and respect the person you are. And obviously I’m attracted as hell to you. I’d like to see where this goes.”

Spike’s fears melted at the slight self-consciousness in his tone and tilted his head to the side, capturing the other man’s lips in a sweet short kiss.

“I’d like that, too, pet.”

He felt Xander relax and he leaned his head back against him, unable to keep the smile from his lips.

The older man was too good for him and would realize it soon enough, but he would hang on to this for as long as it lasted.