Speed Demon

Chapter Nine

Spike knew the exact moment that Xander realized it wasn’t a dream and started to wake up.

He could feel the other man still, then shudder as he woke up to the feel of Spike’s hot mouth enveloping his hard flesh.

“Fuck,” he heard Xander moan out softly, and he felt the older man’s hands bury themselves in his hair, clenching tightly.

He smiled around the cock in his mouth and hummed happily, causing Xander to buck up his hips and curse again.

Spike took his time, licking and sucking what he could fit into his mouth and stroking the base with his fist, every now and then capturing just the leaking head in his mouth and running his tongue around the sensitive underside.

Sliding his free hand into Xander’s open boxers, he gently rolled the heavy balls in his palm.

The moans and gasps coming out of Xander’s throat made him impossibly harder and he squirmed against the cool sheets, groaning as the friction made it worse.

Sucking him deep into his mouth, he relished the taste and feel of him, loving how he felt in his mouth, hard and pulsing, heated velvet.

Spike had never wanted anyone as much as this man.

He had wanted him since he was seventeen years old and had seen him racing on the telly back home, all hot and sweaty, laughing and climbing on his teammates after they had won their first race.

The fact that he was here, under him, his throbbing erection in Spike’s mouth, crying out, his body shaking as he came because Spike made him come, tasting the creamy bitter sweetness of him as he shot down Spike’s throat…

It was more than he could take.

When Xander arched one last time, groaning out, “Oh fuck, Spike,” he felt his balls draw up and he came hard in the sheets without even touching himself, shuddering, his eyes wide with surprise.

Well. That’s never happened before. Glad I stripped outa me sweatpants in the middle of the night.

When he could see again, he looked up at Xander to find him staring at him, mouth open, dark eyes dazed and lust-filled.

“Oh damn, that was so hot,” the older man groaned as he pulled Spike up to him, kissing him heatedly.

“And if you hadn’t just wrung me out, I’d show you how hot.”

Ducking his hot face against Xander’s neck, Spike grinned and shook his head.

He relaxed onto Xander’s chest after tucking him gently back into his boxers.

The other man ran large warm hands up and down his sweaty spine and he drifted, listening to the sound of his heartbeat under his ear.

Spike sighed softly as he felt Xander look over at the clock on the bedside table a few minutes later.

He didn’t want to move, but knew Xander would want to go down to the track first thing.

They had days until qualifying but that didn’t stop Xander from wanting to make sure a thousand times over that everything was perfect.

An hour later, after a long hot and silly shower, causing many snorts of laughter and giggles as they tried to both fit in the small shower stall, he watched Xander pull on a pair of black jeans and a white wife-beater.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed in his sweatpants from last night, Spike bit his lip as he stared at him under his lashes, wanting him again already.

Christ, he’s so beautiful.

Xander turned to find him ogling him and grinned, walking over to the bed and claiming his lips in a soft sweet kiss.

“My lip, you bite it much more and it’s gonna fall off,” he teased, before biting into it softly himself.

Spike whimpered and reached for him and Xander groaned, resting his forehead on Spike’s.

“I’ve wanted to do that since I met you,” he admitted, laughing softly.

“Bloody tease,” Spike groused, as Xander pulled away and grabbed his hand, tugging him off the bed.

“Yep,” he agreed, slipping his old sneakers on.

“Come on, let’s get you dressed n head down to breakfast before going down to the track.”

Spike sighed and let himself be led to his room, unlocking it and waving Xander in.

He was digging into his suitcase when the phone rang.

Xander reached over and answered it, since he was standing there.

“Yeah?” Spike heard him ask gruffly and he grinned a little at his telephone manners, not that he had any either.

“Uh, sure, hold on,” Xander said before turning to Spike with an arched brow, saying, “It’s your sister?”

Spike’s face lit up and he bounded over to the phone.

He sprawled down into the chair beside it, grabbing the phone eagerly from Xander’s hand.

“Willow?”

“William! I just got your message this morning, I miss you! And who was that?” he heard her babble and he grinned.

Every time he heard her voice, it reminded him of home, sunshine and the chocolate chip cookies she always convinced the cook to bake.

“That was my crew chief,” he answered almost smugly and cringed as she shrieked.

“That was Xander Harris?! I got to talk to Xander?”

“Hey, ‘m famous too, y’know!” he mock complained, laughing.

“Yeah, yeah but I’ve known you since I was five, that doesn’t count. Is he still as hot as he was when he was racing? Are you still madly in lust with him?”

“Willow!” he hissed, face flushing as he looked over to where Xander was sitting on the bed.

At the other man’s arched brow, he wasn’t sure if he had heard her or not.

“Well?” she demanded and he couldn’t help laughing again.

“Yes and yes,” he replied quietly, still looking over at the dark haired man.

“Man, that’s so not fair. You get to see him every day, it’s so weird that you’re working with him,” she complained.

He smiled softly, remembering the many hours they had spent devouring his picture in magazines, watching him race.

Taping his commercials.

He hoped to God Willow never got another chance to talk to Xander.

His last year spent at home had been full of hidden giggle-fests as they snuck to watch the little television in Willow’s room, hiding the tapes and scrapbooks they had full of magazine pictures of him, the newest American racing star.

Realizing he had been silent and not listening to Willow, he heard her repeating his name worriedly.

“Sorry, drifted a second there. Remembering a certain scrapbook of yours,” he admitted.

“Mine?! Liar, that was so yours!” she laughed, and he clutched the bright, bubbling sound to his chest, wanting her there so bad he could taste it.

“Christ, I miss you, Wills.”

“Weeellll,” she started and he felt his heart speed up.

“That’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Are you coming for a visit?” he asked excitedly, almost bouncing in his chair and he ducked his head, embarrassed, as Xander’s lips twitched, holding in his laughter.

He knew he looked ten years old but he couldn’t help it.

He hadn’t seen Willow since he left London five years ago, both of them sobbing and clinging to each other before he had made himself get on the plane.

They talked weekly but it wasn’t the same.

“No,” and he felt his heart drop, he was sure his face did because Xander looked at him, concerned.

“But I was thinking seriously about spending this last year of college down with my Aunt in California,” she finished.

“You’re moving to the US?” he squeaked in shock, trembling at the very thought.

“If you want me to,” Willow said, sounding a little unsure and he felt his heart break, again.

“Fuck Willow, of course I bloody want you to, I miss you so damn much,” he heard his voice crack on the last word and closed his eyes, overwhelmed.

He heard Xander shift on the bed and opened blue eyes bright with unshed tears, seeing how uneasy the older man looked at witnessing such a private conversation.

Spike tried to smile at him to reassure him it was okay but he wasn’t sure how well it worked because Xander just looked even more concerned.

“I’ll tell her I’ve decided, then. Where are you going to be next week and I’ll stop in to see you before I go register,” Willow said, her voice catching and he could tell she was as overwhelmed as he was.

His mind went blank and he looked dazedly over to Xander again, mouthing ‘Where are we at next week?’

“Concord, New Hampshire,” he answered quietly.

“We’ll be in Concord, New Hampshire, Wills.”

“Okay, I’ll make reservations, then. I love you, William.”

He tried to smile again and quietly whispered, “I love you, too, little sister.”

They hung up and he breathed deep, trying to rein in his rollercoaster of emotions.

Xander was still looking at him worriedly, and he walked over to the bed and sat beside him.

“I don’t remember ever hearing about you having a sister. The only family I ever heard about was your dad, the English racer,” the dark haired man said quietly.

“Mum died when I was three. My father married Willow’s mother when we were both five,” he answered shortly, not wanting to talk about his famous father or Willow’s mother.

Willow’s mother was how he always thought of her, it wasn’t Mum or Mom or even Mother or Sheila.

She hadn’t been around much when they were growing up, away as often as his father, doing book tours and talking at universities.

Xander nodded and Spike tried to breathe in again, past his tight chest and tighter throat.

“I haven’t seen Willow in five years,” he whispered achingly and a single tear rolled down his cheek.

“Fuck,” he muttered, wiping it away harshly, before he was pulled gently onto Xander’s lap.

He rested his head against the older man’s shoulder and sighed, hating that he was breaking down but loving the feel of his arms holding him tight, comfortingly.

“What about your family?” he asked after a few minutes, not remembering anyone ever saying anything about Xander’s parents.

“My parent’s died when they were drunk driving one night. I was about two and home alone, according to the police. They ran right into a tree. I got sent to my great-aunt and she raised me,” Xander told him, stroking his hair softly.

“She died when I started college and I still miss her. She was one awesome lady.”

Spike sighed softly and wrapped his arms around Xander’s waist.

“Sucks, pet,” he told him.

“Yeah, life happens that way sometimes.”

Xander paused.

“You wanna talk about it?” he finally asked.

Spike shook his head and murmured, “Just hold me a while, yeah?”

Xander’s strong arms tightened around him and he felt him nod.

“Yeah, I can do that,” he replied huskily, pressing a kiss to the top of Spike’s still-wet hair and rocking him gently.

Spike closed his eyes and breathed in the warm reassuring smell of him and smiled, feeling safe and protected.

It was a good feeling and it made him want to cling to Xander even more.

So stupid to be doin’ this, how am I gonna feel when it ends and everything I’ve wanted since I was a teenager is gone? Know better than to rely on someone else this much.

He heard the warning voice, but ignored it, savoring this brief moment in time when tomorrow looked bright and he had everything he had ever wanted almost within his reach.