How I Spent My Summer Vacation | By : mcee Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 5968 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Xander tilted his head backward and looked up at the night sky above him through the fogged-up window - and saw nothing at all. He was about to comment on that when he suddenly found it very hard to even slightly give a crap about... whatever the hell had just vacated his brain in favour of a much, much more pleasant acknowledgement. Cold, wet lips descended upon his cock, raking blunt teeth over taunt skin, and made it awfully difficult to focus on pretty much anything else.
Spike ran a hard tongue along the protruding vein underneath Xander's cock and, without missing a beat, replaced it with deep-throated suction. Fleetingly, Xander considered having to walk around wi bru bruised penis for a few days. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead grabbed the dashboard with one hand, and the head-rest with the other, gasping for air. His hips bucked into the firm grip, but Spike pushed him back down with easy vampiric strength, and took a solid grip on Xander's balls. A strangled groan-gasp came out of Xander, who could barely lie still.
"What the FUCK!" Eyes wide and panting, he regarded Spike with unabashed lust - and confusion. His hand left the headrest and punctuated his words. "Spike, WHAT are you doing??"
Spike just glared up, cock securely in mouth, and gave Xander an exasperated look before taking the hardened flesh out of his lips with a wet *smack* and a lick for good measure.
"What does it bloody look like I'm doing? Knitting?"
<> > "Just..." Xander croaked out, "you don't usually do it like that." He squirmed, ass still not quite touching the seat underneath.
"Wha? Don't like it?" Spike was still holding Xander's balls tightly. He wiggled the fingers there thoughtfully, as though he could evaluate the situation by the weight of the warm sack in his hand. His index finger discreet ventured further and stroked the sensitive skin behind Xander's balls.
Xander jumped and cursed again, and realised the heel of his boot was digging sharply into Spike's side. Good. Bastard. He tried to put himself back together long enough to string another sentence together. "I... no, no, s'fine. It's... GREAT, I just--"
"Then shut up. Enjoy my uncanny ability to adapt."
Xander paused then let out a helpless, rather high-pitched, "Alright," and settled back as best as he could given the constant shivers that shook through him with everything Spike did.
Spike sank back down on Xander and took the straining organ back into his mouth, humming contentedly as he did so. Very, very few things tasted as good as his Xander. Any part of his Xander. His hand moved from the curve of the boy's hip to the hipband and Spike's fingers tangled with the soft hair there. He licked two fingers and reached under them both. Xander's thighs parted willingly and he lost no time inserting the digits into the tight opening. Xander groaned and shifted his pelvis toward Spike, opening up further. Good boy, Spike thought, and he was pretty sure Xander hadn't noticed him adding a third and fourth finger to his skillful ministrations. Spike grinned, pleased.
Xander emerged from his stupor to let out a throaty, authoritative, "Spike. Now." Spike nodded and sat up on his heels between the boy's bent legs, hunching over slightly under the low roof. Xander heard the telltale metallic sound of Spike's belt buckle and zipper, and somehow managed to brace himself with a foot in the steering wheel and the other against the door behind Spike. Then Spike was on him, unneeded breath blowing in sharp puffs in his neck as the vampire sank roughly into him in one swift thrust. Xander cried out, body arching into Spike's, because it didn't matter how often they did this, it always felt like Spike reached something new, filled something new and aching and terribly needy. Xander wrapped his legs around Spike and the other man pounded into him blindly, body hovering over Xander's possessively. Spike squeezed Xander's arm, digging into pliant, shuddering flesh and grunting helplessly, no longer sure whose pleasure was supposed to come first.
It was the sound of skin and skin and denim and leather belt that did it for Xander, and he came with a moan, panting into hair that reeked of cigarette. By the time his grip loosened on the smaller body collapsed on his, he realised Spike must've come as he did because he didn't notice, and Spike was now definitely spent.
Xander chuckled breathlessly and shoved at the now-immobile vampire with a tired shoulder.
"Hey."
"What now," came the muffled response, a bit lagged. All Xander could see was mussed blonde hair, up-close.
"You're a good lay, Spike," he smirked.
"Why thank you. Now shut the fuck up so I can get my beauty sleep."
END
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