Laundry Day
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,535
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0
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Laundry Day
Xander stumbled into the basement after a hard, thankless night of delivering pizzas.
'Lousy, stinkin' cheapass customers. Eight hours of work and only six dollars in tips to show for it.'
Coming down the stairs he could see piles of hes hes scattered all over every available surface. A strange knocking sound was coming from the far side of the room.
'Great, Spike tried to do laundy again.'
"For cryin' out loud, Spike. You've been around for hundreds of years, but you can't figure out a washer and dyer!" Tossing a glance toward the far end of the room he had a great view of a very pale, very tightly muscled backside.
The Englishman kicked the machine in frustration before turning to face the boy. "Right. You got me."
'Got what? Who?' Xander couldn't concentrate on the words. It took all his energy not to stare at the teasingly taut frame befoim. im. The dark nest of curls...... 'No!' Staring at an indescriminate spot on the wall he quipped, "Is it too much t ask you to do something around here?"
'Look at the boy all flustered and taken at the sight of me in my skins.'
'Lousy, stinkin' cheapass customers. Eight hours of work and only six dollars in tips to show for it.'
Coming down the stairs he could see piles of hes hes scattered all over every available surface. A strange knocking sound was coming from the far side of the room.
'Great, Spike tried to do laundy again.'
"For cryin' out loud, Spike. You've been around for hundreds of years, but you can't figure out a washer and dyer!" Tossing a glance toward the far end of the room he had a great view of a very pale, very tightly muscled backside.
The Englishman kicked the machine in frustration before turning to face the boy. "Right. You got me."
'Got what? Who?' Xander couldn't concentrate on the words. It took all his energy not to stare at the teasingly taut frame befoim. im. The dark nest of curls...... 'No!' Staring at an indescriminate spot on the wall he quipped, "Is it too much t ask you to do something around here?"
'Look at the boy all flustered and taken at the sight of me in my skins.'