Bath Time
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Adult +
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2
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Bath Time
Title: Bath time
Author: Chris
Rating: NC-17, I guess
Pairing: Xander/Spike (of sorts)
Spoilers: S7, Dirty Girls ….
Feedback: Yes, please to c.veltrup@gmx.net and feedback’s more than welcome.
It’s my first one, first attempt at slash, at this pairing and only my second fic ever finished, so be kind but let me know what you think of it.
Xander leant back his head on the rim of the bathtub and let out a heavy breath he didn’t know he had been holding in. It felt so good right now, letting the hot water sink into his skin and soothe his nerves that were in desperate need of calming down.
The last hours were like a blurr maybe because of the pain killers they had given him at the hospital or maybe because of the shock that he had been in ever since that Caleb guy had poked his finger into his eye. His eye that wasn’t there anymore and was itching like hell now.
Or it was the eye socket that was itching but it was kinda moot to really think about it. And he didn’t really want to be thinking about anything right now, not about the eye that is no more, not about what it meant for his job, his future.
He snorted, future? What future? Hell, he could be lucky if he was still alive next week. Judging by the way this first evil thing gathered forces, the apocalypse was not that far away and who knew if he still had a future to worry about then.
Letting out another deep breath, Xander forced himself to relax into the hot water swirling around him and stop with the worrying about evil things and move onto the other evil thing occupying his brain.
What the hell was the matter with his evil sometime-roommate and the helping? Not only that the guy had stopped him from getting his other eye ripped out, no he had been at the hospital when the doctors finally had been ready to let him go home, had been there the whole time apparently, from the snitches of conversations he had overheard from the nurses and had driven him home, set up this bath he was currently lying in and been just as helpful as you never thought he could be.
Almost like he cared. The careful way he had helped him up the stairs to their appartment, making sure … ah, wait? Their appartment? He didn’t just think that, did he? No, his appartment and he only let Spike stay there, because … and he didn’t even have an answer to that. Yes, the drugs .. that had to be it. He was still drugged and that was the reason he hadn’t complained before when his vampire-nurse had dropped him down on the couch, telling him to not sleep just then and wandered off into the bathroom.
Yep, and that was were he was lying now, in his bathtub full of hot water and foam, prepared by his former evil roommate, dropped into the water after having his clothes taken of by said vampire. And that had been a weird experience in itself and yes, that must have been clouded by the medicines fogging his brain, because no way had Spike been the one with the gentle hands that seemed to be more caressing and gently stroking than Anya’s touches had ever been.
And those touches that couldn’t have been that of Spike, were the ones that had little Xander standing at full attention right now, begging for some more.
With a heavy sigh, Xander closed his remaining eye and let the tension wash away. Who cared, how he got there? He was drugged, happily in the land of fuzzy fantasies and having a soothing bath and besides, he was a grown man and didn’t need any excuse to relieve himself.
Whatever he was doing right now could be accounted to lots of things and again, he didn’t care. Little or not so little anymore Xander wanted some action and he wouldn’t deny himself this pleasure, had been a long enough time anyway.
Pulling the sponge from it’s resting place on the rim, Xander lathered it up with a generous amount of bathgel and began dragging it across his chest with slow moves. He loved the feel of the slippery gel sliding across his chest, the cooling sensation of the wet material on his skin. Behing closed eyes and in the safety of being in a drug induced state of mind he could fantasize that it wasn’t a washing cloth that was touching his left nipple right now but a cool hand wetted with shower gel. Making slow circles around the left nipple with the sponge in his hand, he let his other hand join in and traced a slow path from his abdomen up towards the other nipple that just waited for some touch.
Shivering as his nipples started to harden at the sensation of being touched by something cool, Xander let his head fall back even more and at the same time this movement made his hips lever up a little, just enough to let his cock rise out of the hot water and feel a cool breeze of air slide across it.
He hadn’t heard the door open, hadn’t felt a presence other than his own in the bathroom but he clearly could feel now the cool hand that gripped his erection, sliding a thump or finger across the tip, gathering up the liquid and smearing it down his hard length. Sure strong tight grip around his cock, holding him with just the right amount of pressure and Xander couldn’t help but buck up into the hold this hand had on him.
The hand relaxed then and fingers started to stroke his erection, never holding, teasing little touches, driving him mad, because he wanted more, wanted the hand to squeeze him, jack him off, not stopping but the hand didn’t do what he wanted it to do.
Kept up the dance of light fingering touches along the underside of his cock, circling the head, pressing down onto the slit that oozed precome like it couldn’t stay inside him any longer, but the hand just takes the wetness with it and doesn’t linger, still moving up and down in so maddening slow strokes only with slight pressure, not enough to come, only making him harder and harder by the second and Xander squezed his eye shut just a little more so he didn’t have to see his own hand doing this, keeping the fantasy going for just this little while longer and now the hand that had been on his nipple the whole time started a trail downward, sponge left lying where it had been, still putting a little pressure on his chest by the weight of all that soap and that felt kinda good, as if there was still another ones hand on there and the hand now had made it’s way to his balls, teasing a little, tickling him but the hand moved past there towards it’s ultimate goal, the small hole that was Xanders weakest spot, the one Anya had found out about by pure chance, and Anya’s so far from his mind right now, not when the finger he refused to think about as his own had just reached that spot.
No, it had to be a cold finger, and in Xander’s mind it was just that, a cool finger attached to a hand belonging to the peroxide pest that should be with him right now, circling his entrance that has never felt another man’s touch and then it was in, only one digit and only a short way in up to the first knuckle but that was enough to send him over the edge.
Xander’s other hand by now was gripping his cock in a deathgrip, sliding up and down in frantic movements and with a strangled moan that might sound like ‘Spike’ if one was listening close enough he released his seed into the still hot water and fell back utterly relaxed.
On the other side of the door to the bathroom, Spike snapped out of his trance-like state and looked around for some kleenex to clean himself up. Feeling even more ponce like than he did most of the time since getting his soul, he carefully cleaned himself from the evidence of coming in his pants like a teenager and went back to the bathroom.
“Oi, Harris. You’re not drowing in there, are you? I’m coming in now to get you all tucked up into bed, ‘k?”
- The end -
Author: Chris
Rating: NC-17, I guess
Pairing: Xander/Spike (of sorts)
Spoilers: S7, Dirty Girls ….
Feedback: Yes, please to c.veltrup@gmx.net and feedback’s more than welcome.
It’s my first one, first attempt at slash, at this pairing and only my second fic ever finished, so be kind but let me know what you think of it.
Xander leant back his head on the rim of the bathtub and let out a heavy breath he didn’t know he had been holding in. It felt so good right now, letting the hot water sink into his skin and soothe his nerves that were in desperate need of calming down.
The last hours were like a blurr maybe because of the pain killers they had given him at the hospital or maybe because of the shock that he had been in ever since that Caleb guy had poked his finger into his eye. His eye that wasn’t there anymore and was itching like hell now.
Or it was the eye socket that was itching but it was kinda moot to really think about it. And he didn’t really want to be thinking about anything right now, not about the eye that is no more, not about what it meant for his job, his future.
He snorted, future? What future? Hell, he could be lucky if he was still alive next week. Judging by the way this first evil thing gathered forces, the apocalypse was not that far away and who knew if he still had a future to worry about then.
Letting out another deep breath, Xander forced himself to relax into the hot water swirling around him and stop with the worrying about evil things and move onto the other evil thing occupying his brain.
What the hell was the matter with his evil sometime-roommate and the helping? Not only that the guy had stopped him from getting his other eye ripped out, no he had been at the hospital when the doctors finally had been ready to let him go home, had been there the whole time apparently, from the snitches of conversations he had overheard from the nurses and had driven him home, set up this bath he was currently lying in and been just as helpful as you never thought he could be.
Almost like he cared. The careful way he had helped him up the stairs to their appartment, making sure … ah, wait? Their appartment? He didn’t just think that, did he? No, his appartment and he only let Spike stay there, because … and he didn’t even have an answer to that. Yes, the drugs .. that had to be it. He was still drugged and that was the reason he hadn’t complained before when his vampire-nurse had dropped him down on the couch, telling him to not sleep just then and wandered off into the bathroom.
Yep, and that was were he was lying now, in his bathtub full of hot water and foam, prepared by his former evil roommate, dropped into the water after having his clothes taken of by said vampire. And that had been a weird experience in itself and yes, that must have been clouded by the medicines fogging his brain, because no way had Spike been the one with the gentle hands that seemed to be more caressing and gently stroking than Anya’s touches had ever been.
And those touches that couldn’t have been that of Spike, were the ones that had little Xander standing at full attention right now, begging for some more.
With a heavy sigh, Xander closed his remaining eye and let the tension wash away. Who cared, how he got there? He was drugged, happily in the land of fuzzy fantasies and having a soothing bath and besides, he was a grown man and didn’t need any excuse to relieve himself.
Whatever he was doing right now could be accounted to lots of things and again, he didn’t care. Little or not so little anymore Xander wanted some action and he wouldn’t deny himself this pleasure, had been a long enough time anyway.
Pulling the sponge from it’s resting place on the rim, Xander lathered it up with a generous amount of bathgel and began dragging it across his chest with slow moves. He loved the feel of the slippery gel sliding across his chest, the cooling sensation of the wet material on his skin. Behing closed eyes and in the safety of being in a drug induced state of mind he could fantasize that it wasn’t a washing cloth that was touching his left nipple right now but a cool hand wetted with shower gel. Making slow circles around the left nipple with the sponge in his hand, he let his other hand join in and traced a slow path from his abdomen up towards the other nipple that just waited for some touch.
Shivering as his nipples started to harden at the sensation of being touched by something cool, Xander let his head fall back even more and at the same time this movement made his hips lever up a little, just enough to let his cock rise out of the hot water and feel a cool breeze of air slide across it.
He hadn’t heard the door open, hadn’t felt a presence other than his own in the bathroom but he clearly could feel now the cool hand that gripped his erection, sliding a thump or finger across the tip, gathering up the liquid and smearing it down his hard length. Sure strong tight grip around his cock, holding him with just the right amount of pressure and Xander couldn’t help but buck up into the hold this hand had on him.
The hand relaxed then and fingers started to stroke his erection, never holding, teasing little touches, driving him mad, because he wanted more, wanted the hand to squeeze him, jack him off, not stopping but the hand didn’t do what he wanted it to do.
Kept up the dance of light fingering touches along the underside of his cock, circling the head, pressing down onto the slit that oozed precome like it couldn’t stay inside him any longer, but the hand just takes the wetness with it and doesn’t linger, still moving up and down in so maddening slow strokes only with slight pressure, not enough to come, only making him harder and harder by the second and Xander squezed his eye shut just a little more so he didn’t have to see his own hand doing this, keeping the fantasy going for just this little while longer and now the hand that had been on his nipple the whole time started a trail downward, sponge left lying where it had been, still putting a little pressure on his chest by the weight of all that soap and that felt kinda good, as if there was still another ones hand on there and the hand now had made it’s way to his balls, teasing a little, tickling him but the hand moved past there towards it’s ultimate goal, the small hole that was Xanders weakest spot, the one Anya had found out about by pure chance, and Anya’s so far from his mind right now, not when the finger he refused to think about as his own had just reached that spot.
No, it had to be a cold finger, and in Xander’s mind it was just that, a cool finger attached to a hand belonging to the peroxide pest that should be with him right now, circling his entrance that has never felt another man’s touch and then it was in, only one digit and only a short way in up to the first knuckle but that was enough to send him over the edge.
Xander’s other hand by now was gripping his cock in a deathgrip, sliding up and down in frantic movements and with a strangled moan that might sound like ‘Spike’ if one was listening close enough he released his seed into the still hot water and fell back utterly relaxed.
On the other side of the door to the bathroom, Spike snapped out of his trance-like state and looked around for some kleenex to clean himself up. Feeling even more ponce like than he did most of the time since getting his soul, he carefully cleaned himself from the evidence of coming in his pants like a teenager and went back to the bathroom.
“Oi, Harris. You’re not drowing in there, are you? I’m coming in now to get you all tucked up into bed, ‘k?”
- The end -