Story: Poetry Lesson
Summary: Spike decides to share his love of poetry with Xander
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: The boys do belong to me, but only in a 'I'm obviously delusional and need some psychiatric help' kinda way!
Feedback: would be lovely! And no doubt you can tell what sort of mood I'm in based on this little fic...
Poetry Lesson
"Keep reading" Xander groaned as he pushed himself into that cool, clinging tunnel once more. He lowered his head, the damp dark curls sticking momentarily to the nape of Spike's neck.
"Fuck, Xan..."
"Keep reading or I'll stop" he growled, pulling himself slowly, so slowly back until just the head of his cock was piercing Spike's clinging hole. Groaning, Spike desperately tried to focus on the page in front of him, knowing his evil, cunning lover meant what he said about stopping.
Unable to concentrate, Spike was forced to start from the beginning again:
"I like my body when it is with your body
It is so quite new a thing
Muscles better and nerves more
I like your body, I like what it d.. - bloody buggering fuck!"
A sharp twist of his hips sent Xander hard into Spike's depths, bashing his prostate as he tunnelled in until his hips were pressed up against the lean buttocks of his lover, his hands gripping those sharp hip bones tightly enough to leave fingertip bruises.
"Like this Blondie? Like how this feels..."
"Fuck love, yeah, just yeah..."
"I love your Giles voice..." he growled into Spike's ear, hips pistoning back and forth, hammering his body into the lean shape beneath him. "...I love hearing you form those words while I fuck you..."
"Oh God, love, just shut up and fuck me already" Spike growled in return, throwing the book away and pushing backwards until he was on his knees. Xander pressed his chest down until he was draped over Spike's back, never ceasing the movement of his hips.
"Fuck Spike, you are so damn tight..." he stuttered, hips snapping as he angled so that he was hitting that little bundle of nerves on every entry. Knowing he couldn't last much longer, he moved one hand from Spike's hip and grabbed at his hard, leaking cock, sliding the foreskin back and swiping his thumb over the tip.
"Yeah, oh fuck me, yeah..." Spike moaned, driving himself backwards on his knees so that their two bodies were slapping together, the sharp sounds echoing around the quiet of their bedroom.
"Spike... gonna...gonna cum...Spike..." losing the ability to speak, Xander's jackhammered into his lover, eyes clenched closed, teeth gritted as he tried to hold off. Leaning forward, he opened his mouth and with no warning bit down hard where his lover's neck met his shoulder. Spike howled, driving his dick forward into the tunnel of Xander's fist, the sudden bite all he needed to send him over the brink.
Xander's jerked once, twice, shaking as it felt as though his brains were being squeezed out of end of his dick by the muscles of Spike's ass clenching as he came.
"Fuuuuckkkk" Spike dropped onto the bed, uncaring of the huge wet patch he landed in. "Ooof – OI!" he shouted as Xander landed heavily on top of him.
"Guh" was the only response from the sweating, panting man atop him. He smiled softly to himself as he felt the lips gently kiss the nape of his neck, a little chain of kisses moving towards the bitemark that was even now fading.
They both groaned as Xander pushed himself off of Spike's back, rolling to flop next to him on the bed.
"So, love, you think you wanna read a bit more poetry sometime after all?"
Xander turned his head to look into those dazzling blue eyes, a huge grin splitting his face "Hell yeah, English was never like this at Sunnydale High"!