Tangled Hearts *Now COMPLETE*

Spike impatiently tapped his fingers along the top of the bar, waiting to catch the bartender’s attention so he could use the phone.

“Hey mate!”

“Hold your horses, Spike. Got other people ahead of you.”

Spike sighed and continued to tap, turning his back to the bar to see what was happening on the other side of the room. His eyes narrowed when he noticed a well-built, blond man leaning toward Xander, obviously trying to make a move. Spike knew the look on Mr. I’m-on-the-Prowl’s face. Hell, he’d invented it. Watching with an intense glare, he wondered when Joe’s had become such a pick-up place. Sure, he’d met Xander here, but that was by chance and neither of them had been looking to get laid. Back street bars weren’t typically the fast and happening places when there were more open clubs and hot spots for men to meet each other.

“Just need to use the telephone!” he growled, trying to hurry before Xander became too cozy. In his condition, friendly was an understatement and Spike knew exactly how ‘friendly’ Xander could be when he was drunk.

Joe slapped the phone down in front of him, and with a scowl Spike dialed the number, ordered a cab and was quickly heading back to get between Xander and the other man.

“Hey, pet. Who’s your friend?” He snuggled up beside Xander as close as he could, rubbing a finger down the side of his arm as he snaked his other hand around his waist.

“Hey, Spike,” he answered with a huge grin, turning slightly toward him. “Do I have a nice smile? Rob says I have a nice smile. I bet you don’t even look at things like that, do you? Or do you just look at a guy’s ass and say, yeah… I’d fuck that?”

Spike glared at Rob and hugged closer to Xander. “A nice smile? That the bloody line you’re using?”

Rob shrugged and looked a bit embarrassed. “Hey man. Sorry, didn’t know you were together. Don’t wanna cause any trouble.”

“No trouble, mate. We were just leaving.”

Xander turned to Spike, wrapping his arms fully around him, pulling him in close. “You don’t think I have a nice smile?” he whined, his bottom lip at full pout.


Spike couldn’t resist and leaned in, nipping at the pouting lip. “Of course I do, pet,” he answered, trying to appease him. “Now come on before we miss our ride.”

Xander let go and backed up, watching as Rob walked away and Spike began to move toward the door. “What about my ass?” he asked, bending his head backward, trying to see behind him.

Spike stopped, turned back around and cocked an eyebrow. “What about it?”

Xander pouted a little more as his posture slumped in defeat. “I’ve tried to get your attention but you never look at me like you look at all these other guys.”

Spike sighed. Another thing he could count on when Xander’d had too much to drink. Excessive openness and honesty.

Recovering just as quick, Xander eased in closer, sliding his hands inside Spike’s back pockets and began pushing against him with slow, subtle grinding. “But sometimes… every once in awhile I think maybe, just maybe you might be interested. But then you go and fuck Angel, or some other guy.”

“Xander, I don’t think we should talk about this here, pet. Let’s go outside and wait for the car.”


~*~

Xander whined and fussed, still complaining that he wanted to talk, until Spike did the only thing he could think of and distracted him with a kiss and then managed to drag him outside onto the curb. As they waited for the cab to arrive, Spike held onto him, not sure if it was just to keep with the steady flow of the night’s events, or if it was because he was afraid Xander would fall over if he left him to stand alone. Either way, Xander pushed against him and moaned not so subtly when Spike’s hands rubbed slowly down his back, stopping just short of the top of his jeans and then began another path back up to his neck.

Xander closed his eyes, nuzzling his cheek against Spike’s and said, “I want you. You know that.”

“Xander…”

“No. We’re outside. You said we couldn’t talk in there and now we’re not in there, we’re out here.” He turned his head to kiss gently against the side of Spike’s neck and whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”

Spike tried but wasn’t very successful in holding back a moan. “We need to get some coffee in you, pet. Don’t fancy a heart to heart with you like this.”

“Like what? Telling you what I want?” Xander pushed his leg between Spike’s, reminiscent of what Spike had done to him earlier. “What I’ve always wanted?”

“You’re horny out of your mind, Xan. This isn’t what you want.”

“Please,” he moaned, forcing his crotch against Spike’s leg, rubbing up, down, slowly working his erection on the friction of Spike’s thigh. “Don’t push me away.”

Spike moved his hands back down, squeezing his fingers against Xander’s lower back, lifting his knee just a bit. He should have stopped it. Deep down, he knew he should have stopped Xander from humping against him, from getting them both so completely worked up. But the look in Xander’s eyes and the small whimpers of pleasure were too intense. He wouldn’t let it go too far, but this… this was too good to stop.

He turned his head and found Xander’s lips, beginning a soft, slow kiss. But then they ended up becoming desperate and needy, ravaging each other’s mouths. It felt like Xander was trying to climb inside him, his tongue was so deep and wet, moving along his teeth, exploring his mouth until Spike was gasping and panting for air.

“I love the way you kiss.” Xander leaned back in, stealing another before he said, “I’ve seen you with other guys. Seen the looks on their faces, like they could come just from feeling your lips.”

With closed eyes, they joined again, dueling for control but both sharing the kiss equally until a car beeped its horn beside them, pulling them out of the moment.

“Bugger.” Spike blinked as he realized their cab had been waiting for them and reluctantly pulled away from Xander. Almost as soon as he’d climbed inside and gave directions to their apartment, Xander was pressed up against him again, his tongue diving inside Spike’s mouth, determined to finish what the cabbie had interrupted.

With as much control as he could gain, he whispered, “We need to stop, Xander. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Xander pulled back slightly. His arm stretched out, reaching between Spike’s legs until he had a handful of hard cock between his fingers. “You’re not acting like you want me to stop.”

And no, he really wasn’t. Spike’s eyes rolled back and he slid further down into the seat, giving better access as Xander’s fingers began to fumble with the buttons of his jeans. When he looked up again, he found a gaze so intense, so full of longing, he almost melted when Xander’s fingers wrapped around his cock to pull him out. His eyes flickered for just a moment, wandered to the rear view mirror where he knew the driver could see everything going on. But all worries about a voyeuristic cab driver disappeared when Xander began slowly jacking his cock.

Up to the tip, circling around and then back down to the base, a twist of the wrist, a gentle squeeze and his hand was moving back up again. Spike could feel the trickle of wetness sliding down his shaft, gathered by Xander’s hand as it massaged his cock. He needed to feel something, and quickly realized ‘something’ meant Xander so he reached his hand out to tug on the bottom of the other man’s t-shirt. “That’s so good, pet. Nice and slow and easy.”

Xander scooted down just a bit, directing Spike’s hand to his jeans, urging him to feel the hardness pushing against his zipper. “Touch me, Spike.”

“You two wanna lay off it back there?”

Xander’s hand froze when he heard the voice from up front. “We were just…”

“Think you can do whatever the fuck you want? I know what you’re doing and you’re not doing it in my cab. Either zip it up or get the fuck out.”

“Hey! I don’t think…”

Spike wrapped his fingers around Xander’s hand and gently pulled it away. “Shh, pet. Almost home anyway.”

“But…”

“No need to make a scene.” Spike scooted up and tucked himself away, buttoning his jeans before leaning over for a soft, reassuring kiss.

Xander pouted and leaned his head against the back of the seat. “If we stop, you might not… you won’t want me.”

Spike reached around and placed his hand on the back of Xander’s neck as he leaned their foreheads together. With his other hand playing softly in Xander’s lap, he knew he’d finally given in. “I want you, Xan. Let’s just go home, okay?”