Title: Superbowl schmoop
PG-13 S/X slash
Disclaimers: I own nothing...
The superbowl was over and their friends had gone home. Spike and Xander glanced around their empty apartment and a ton of leftover chips and dip.
"I'm so not cleaning this mess up," Xander complained, plopping down on the couch.
Spike eyed the mountains of finished soda cans, pizza boxes and various snack items adorning the table and joined his boyfriend on the couch.
"You don't think I'm doing it."
Xander picked up the remote and began flipping through the channels. "Worry about it tomorrow. Not in the mood right now." He found the comedy channel and threw the remote onto the coffee table, stretching out to lie down on the couch.
Spike's eyebrow rose. "That right? What kinda mood you in, Xan?"
"Too tired."
The blond pouted, his hopes of a shag going up in smoke with Xander's comment. He turned his attention toward the television and began to sulk.
His lover looked over, taking in the full pout, concentrating on the bottom lip pushed out slightly. He smiled and pushed his legs down further to rest in Spike's lap. "Rub my feet?"
He received an incredulous stare. "What?!"
"Please?"
"Sod off, Harris."
"Anya used to," he complained, now matching the vampire's pout.
"So go find the bint. I don't do feet," he replied, eyeing the objects in question lying in his lap.
"You never show me affection."
"What are you on about? I wanked you in the shower just this morning!" Spike complained back.
Xander rolled his eyes. "That's not what I mean."
"Then what are you on about?"
"I mean, you don't tell me you love me, you don't hold my hand in public... you don't even kiss me when anyone else is around."
Spike moved his hand to rest lightly on Xander's leg and turned to the other man.
"Bloody hell. What'd you expect? Chocolates and roses? We shag... you're happy, I'm happy... end of story." He began making circular patterns with his fingers along Xander's calf. "Besides, didn't think you'd want to do the happy married couple thing around your chums."
"They know we're together. It's not like they're not used to the whole gay thing anyway."
"Just didn't know if you were ready 's all I'm sayin'." His hand moved lower, casually massaging the arch of Xander's foot.
"I need to know sometimes, you know? And I'd like to be able to show everyone how I feel about you."
Spike chuckled. "Alright, Xan. Next time we have company, I'll plant a wet one right on your lips. Give 'em all a show. How'd that be?"
Xander smiled and turned his attention back to the tv screen. "I think I'd like that." He closed his eyes to the feel of Spike rubbing his fingers along the arch of his foot. "Thanks," he whispered.
Spike allowed a glance toward the other man and settled back, knowing he'd do anything Xander asked him to.
PG-13 S/X slash
Disclaimers: I own nothing...
The superbowl was over and their friends had gone home. Spike and Xander glanced around their empty apartment and a ton of leftover chips and dip.
"I'm so not cleaning this mess up," Xander complained, plopping down on the couch.
Spike eyed the mountains of finished soda cans, pizza boxes and various snack items adorning the table and joined his boyfriend on the couch.
"You don't think I'm doing it."
Xander picked up the remote and began flipping through the channels. "Worry about it tomorrow. Not in the mood right now." He found the comedy channel and threw the remote onto the coffee table, stretching out to lie down on the couch.
Spike's eyebrow rose. "That right? What kinda mood you in, Xan?"
"Too tired."
The blond pouted, his hopes of a shag going up in smoke with Xander's comment. He turned his attention toward the television and began to sulk.
His lover looked over, taking in the full pout, concentrating on the bottom lip pushed out slightly. He smiled and pushed his legs down further to rest in Spike's lap. "Rub my feet?"
He received an incredulous stare. "What?!"
"Please?"
"Sod off, Harris."
"Anya used to," he complained, now matching the vampire's pout.
"So go find the bint. I don't do feet," he replied, eyeing the objects in question lying in his lap.
"You never show me affection."
"What are you on about? I wanked you in the shower just this morning!" Spike complained back.
Xander rolled his eyes. "That's not what I mean."
"Then what are you on about?"
"I mean, you don't tell me you love me, you don't hold my hand in public... you don't even kiss me when anyone else is around."
Spike moved his hand to rest lightly on Xander's leg and turned to the other man.
"Bloody hell. What'd you expect? Chocolates and roses? We shag... you're happy, I'm happy... end of story." He began making circular patterns with his fingers along Xander's calf. "Besides, didn't think you'd want to do the happy married couple thing around your chums."
"They know we're together. It's not like they're not used to the whole gay thing anyway."
"Just didn't know if you were ready 's all I'm sayin'." His hand moved lower, casually massaging the arch of Xander's foot.
"I need to know sometimes, you know? And I'd like to be able to show everyone how I feel about you."
Spike chuckled. "Alright, Xan. Next time we have company, I'll plant a wet one right on your lips. Give 'em all a show. How'd that be?"
Xander smiled and turned his attention back to the tv screen. "I think I'd like that." He closed his eyes to the feel of Spike rubbing his fingers along the arch of his foot. "Thanks," he whispered.
Spike allowed a glance toward the other man and settled back, knowing he'd do anything Xander asked him to.