Speed Demon

Chapter Eight

Xander turned his head and sneaked another quick peek at the blonde sleeping a few seats behind him, on the opposite aisle.

The small plane was buzzing with noise from the crew and their families, but Spike seemed like he could sleep through anything, sprawled out with his baseball cap down low over his face.

Xander jumped slightly when Oz dropped down beside him in the next seat.

“Finally went for it, huh?”

Xander blinked, confused. “What?”

The smaller man smiled slowly and nudged him in the side with an elbow before looking over at Spike.

Eyes growing wide, Xander asked, “What, how?”

“Oh come on, the looks and small touches were enough but when you both started pouring out pheromones when you were in the same room as each other, it became kinda obvious.”

Xander felt a flush start on his face and he glanced around to make sure no one else could hear them.

Oz rolled his eyes.

“I’m not gonna say anything, dude, it’s yours to tell or not. Me n Charles just know cuz we were there not long ago. Just glad you two finally stopped dancing around each other.”

Xander glanced to the front of the plane and saw Gunn watching them with an indulgent look towards the small red haired man beside him.

When he saw Xander looking at him, he smiled and gave him a ‘thumbs up’ before turning back around.

A slow grin spread across Xander’s face and he slouched down a little more in his seat.

“Yeah, so am I.”

Nothing more was said and Xander took the rest of the trip to go over the past night in his head.

The sex was…well…unbelievable, but it was the connection between them that shook Xander to his core.

Even in the beginning with Anya, there hadn’t been that much of a bond.

Not like he felt when he looked into Spike’s eyes.

He grimaced to himself.

Could I get any more girly?

There was something, though...

Even with his mind tingling at the memories of Spike’s moans and slow full body writhes, the sheer bliss in those dazzling blue eyes when he looked at Xander from under those heavy lashes, the throaty curses he uttered when Xander didn’t move fast enough for him…

Even with all that going on in his mind, there was this nagging, prodding sensation that kept warning him something was off.

He was still amazed and deeply gratified that he was the first to take the boy, the possessiveness he was feeling over that nearly strangled him when someone else came close to Spike.

However, the fact that the idiot had tried to hide his pain that morning from Xander made him want to shake some sense into him.

He’d never had a virgin and it had been so long since his first time with a man that he hadn’t remembered the awful soreness the next morning.

When he had heard the pained cry, he had felt like a selfish, sadistic bastard and it wasn’t a feeling he enjoyed very often.

A little pain now and then was great, but not like that.

The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Spike.

The kid was skittish enough as it was.

He had just wanted to pull out and cuddle him for the rest of the morning but the way he had pulled away showed Xander how deeply embarrassed and upset he had been.

So he had taken care to show Spike how much he was wanted.

Xander smiled crookedly as he remembered the soft gasping moans and pleading sobs he had wrung from the boy after he had made sure the pain had passed.

It had been a long time since he had felt so needed, desired.

It was a good feeling.

Spike still worried him, though.

He would have to watch him carefully until the blonde realized that Xander wasn’t going to let him hurt himself in any way.

The sheer lack of self-protection he had made Xander want to wrap him up in bubble wrap until he saw how precious he was.

One other thing bothered him about the morning, a thing that made the afterglow a little dimmer.

After dressing, Spike had retreated back into his tough, prickly shell, which wasn’t too bothersome for Xander because he knew with time he could get around that.

But Spike calmly suggesting that they not tell anyone about what had happened had put him off for a minute, thinking the boy had regrets already.

The quick, passionate kiss he had gotten in return after asking about that had reassured him.

However, there was something in Spike’s eyes that kept him wondering.

His face had been closed off but his eyes were vaguely haunted.

It had passed quickly but the look stuck with Xander.

He had rambled off some valid excuses, like lack of sponsors if they didn’t like the fact he was gay, and the fact that although there was no rule about drivers and crew chiefs ‘dating’, that some people might cause problems over it.

Those things made sense and Xander agreed with the reasoning, but it was more something he would tell Spike than for Spike to tell him.

The Spike he knew would give a two finger salute and tell them all to go fuck themselves, he didn’t give a shit what they thought.

It puzzled him, but he wouldn’t go against the boy’s wishes.

It was his career, after all.
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They touched down late in Richmond, Virginia.

Xander rubbed his gritty eyes and yawned, before looking around for Spike.

The younger man was in a huddle with Oz and Gunn and he shuddered to imagine exactly what that conversation was about.

He strolled over to the trio and rubbed his hand briefly on the back of Spike’s neck, smiling slightly at the full body shiver his touch garnered.

“Let’s go get checked into the hotel, you guys. It’s getting late and we have to be up early tomorrow.”

Gunn and Oz shared a laughing look.

Xander rolled his eyes, knowing what they were thinking.

“Sleep, we all need sleep. Come on.”

The two lovebirds got one room and Xander hid his brief flare of jealousy.

He and Spike asked for two rooms side by side and they glanced at each other almost shyly before walking slowly upstairs without another word passing between them.

Xander didn’t want to pressure him to come in, so he just told him goodnight at the door and sighed when Spike merely smiled and went into his own room.

He wouldn’t have made love to him, anyway, but he would have liked to cuddle awhile.

Made love?

Shaking his head, Xander closed his door and stripped slowly, walking towards the bathroom.

After a long hot, soothing shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back into the bedroom.

A timid knock on his door startled him and he opened it, curious.

Spike stood there shifting from foot to foot anxiously, clad in grey sweatpants and an old white t-shirt, his feet bare.

With his curls rioting around his head and his eyes wide and questioning, his bottom lip swollen like he had been chewing on it again, he looked barely sixteen.

Xander stifled his groan of pure lust at the beautiful innocent picture the boy made and waved him inside.

“Beds too bloody big,” Spike murmured, looking at the floor like he expected to be told to go back to his own room.

Xander just chuckled and swept his hand through the tumbled blonde curls.

“You don’t have to ask to sleep in here, Spike. I love having you in my bed,” he purred.

A slow flush spread over the pale face and Xander groaned aloud this time, unable to suppress the needy sound.

“To sleep. I’m not taking you again until I know it won’t hurt you,” he clarified.

At the longing glance underneath the long dark lashes, he almost caved but turned around and sighed.

“You can give me those innocent baby blue eyes all night, it aint gona work.”

Spike huffed out a breath and crawled onto the bed, watching interestedly as Xander stripped out of the towel and pulled a pair of boxers on.

Xander turned the lights out and climbed in beside him.

He tugged Spike over to lay spooned against him and buried his face in the soft curls, breathing in deep.

It wasn’t long until they were both sleeping deeply, chests rising and falling in perfect rhythm, Spike wrapped deeply in Xander’s arms, a strong leg tossed over his.

Fully content for the first time in years, Xander held the boy tight throughout the night.