TITLE: The Exchange Student
AUTHOR: Jess (aka SpikedAngel)
PAIRING: Angel/Spike
CHAPTER: 2
RATING: R eventually, this chapter is much less
SUMMARY: Angel's family get an exchange student from England. Spike is just trying to get away from his parents.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters, they belong to Joss but let me play with my boys.
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A/N: Ok sorry its taken me a while but I've had heaps of shit to do lately. For those of you who may be slightly confused after the first chapter about my representation of Spike this chapter might help. Just be aware that what Spike actually wrote on his application for the exchange program may differ to what he actually is…
Angel led Will in through the front door. They'd both been fairly silent on the trip back from LAX, Angel suspected Will must be wiped from the flight.
"Our room's this way," Angel said, nearly saying 'my room' instead, but he didn't want to make Will feel uncomfortable or unwanted or something. At first he had decided not to bother about being polite or anything to him but now he decided to give him a chance, he didn't seem as geeky as Angel had thought he would be.
Will smiled at him and Angel made a sweeping gesture with his hand leading him up the stairs.
"Mom, Will's probably tired so I'll show him upstairs."
"Ok," She replied. Angel could tell she was just glad that he was being nice to Will.
Angel opened the door to his room and pointed out where the ensuite was located.
"Nice room," Will said, "really clean…"
"Yeh my parents made me clean it up before you arrived."
"Yeh, I can tell it's just been vacuumed," Will commented. "So which bed is yours?" He asked gesturing towards the two double beds.
"The left one," Angel replied pointing to the one on the left.
"Great, I'm used to sleeping on the right side anyway." Will said then realised what it sounded like, "I mean the bed towards the right side of the room, not the right side of the bed, not that I'm say-"
"It's ok," Angel said interrupting him, "I knew what you meant."
Angel grinned at him and Will seemed to become more comfortable.
"There's room in the closet for some of your stuff, make yourself at home," Angel said.
"Thanks," Will replied, "I'll probably unpack later, I'm not really up for it at the moment."
"So," Angel said pausing, he had to ask, "You seem a little different, you don't really look the type to want to 'expand your cultural horizons', I mean I was expecting someone a little more…"
"Nerdy?" Will offered.
"Studious." Angel responded, "I mean no offence Will, but you just don't seem the bookworm type."
"Call me Spike." Will replied, "and you're right, I'm not a bookish type but I wanted to get away from England."
"Any particular reason why?"
"Well when I say England, I kinda meant my parents. What's with all the questions anyway?"
"Sorry," Angel replied getting slightly angry, "I was just trying to get to know you."
"No. I'm sorry, I'm probably just tired and cranky." Spike said, cringing at how mean he'd come across. 'Shit I don't want to make a bad impression, Angel seems nice enough and we're going to be sharing the same room for the next two weeks so it would probably be better if we were getting it on. Fuck, getting along. What the hell am I thinking.'
"Yeh, I'm kinda tired too, I'll probably go to bed soon. I'm going to go downstairs and call Buffy."
"Buffy? Is that your dog?" Spike said trying to work out why he was going to call his dog. Maybe he was going to walk it or feed it or something.
"Buffy is my girlfriend." Angel replied giving him a weird look, but for some reason he found it amused him more than it angered him. "I'm going to call her on the phone."
"Oh, sorry, its just an unusual name." Spike replied hoping Angel wasn't pissed or anything.
"Its ok, I found it kinda funny."
"Ooh whats that?" Spike replied, pointing at something across the room.
"My pet turtle." Angel replied. Here comes a comment, he thought, most people thought turtles were weird.
"What's its name?"
"Rezna." Angel said, surprised that Spike hadn't thought it was weird.
"Like Trent Reznor?" Spike asked, looking up at him from where he had bent down to peer into the turtle tank.
"Exactly." Angel replied, pleased that Spike had picked up on that, nobody else had so far.
"Well I'm going to head to bed," Spike said, standing up straight again.
"Ok, I'll be up soon, straight after I get off the phone to Buffy. I'll try not to wake you up."
"Its ok, you probably wont, I'm usually a fairly sound sleeper." Spike lied. He actually wasn't that sound of a sleeper, in fact he was a fairly light sleeper.
Angel woke up the next morning and looked across the room. Spike was still sound asleep. He checked his watch, 6:58, his alarm went off at 7 every morning but for some reason he always woke up before it went off. He slowly got out of bed and turned the alarm off before heading into the bathroom. He was up first which meant he got the bathroom first, or so he decided. He quickly stripped off and got in under the warm water. He looked down and saw that he was hard, most likely because he hadn't gotten any the night before due to his cancelled date. He knew that there were two ways of getting rid of it but naturally chose the more pleasurable way.
He pictured Buffy as he curled his hand around his cock, gripping it firmly and moving it towards the tip of his erection. He played with the tip for a few moments and found himself getting harder. He used his other hand to fondle his balls, rolling them slightly in his palm and imagining that it was Buffy's smaller hand touching them. He moaned and felt his cock start to throb, needing release soon. He focussed his attentions back onto his dick and cupped one hand around the base as he used the other to start stroking it again slowly moving his hands back and forth, building up a rhythm. He imagined that it was her touching him, stroking him, wanting to pleasure him and felt himself getting closer to release. He knew he would come soon and began moving his hands faster. He could feel his balls tightening and began to picture Buffy darting her tongue out and licking the tip, he moaned loudly and pictured her running her tongue along the underside of his cock. He imagined her face as she sucked the head of his cock, her green eyes looking up at him from beneath her lashes. Wait, they weren't green, these eyes were blue. He looked down at the head bobbing up and down around him and saw bleached hair. The blue eyes and bleached hair belonged to Spike. He came hard against the shower wall picturing Spike with his mouth wrapped around his cock.
He slumped down against the shower wall, letting the soft drops of water wash him clean. He'd just gotten off to the image of a guy giving him head. He wasn't gay so why the fuck was he thinking about Spike sucking him off? He told himself he had just gotten confused because subconsciously he'd been thinking that he had to be quiet so he didn't disturb Spike sleeping and that's how the picture of Spike got into his mind. That still didn't explain why that image made him come.