Spike was staring up the ceiling from Angel's couch they had fell through the door about 20 minutes previously. Angel had gone to make him the dinner he'd so promised and Spike had avoided getting kissed once more. The guilt was starting to build in the kissing Angel aspect. He was missing Jack. Pulling his phone from his pocket Jack's face smiled at him from his wallpaper he grinned.
"Angel I'm just going to make a call." Spike yelled into the kitchen then slid out of the front door, thumbing the speed dial number for Jack, the phone rang.
"Hey Handsome."
"Hey you holding up okay? Need me to bring something? Something gone wrong?"
"Nope its all fine. I just missed you." Spikes tounge ran across his teeth as he grinned.
"I missed you too. Shame you won't be coming home tonight I had plans this morning for you."
Spikes eyebrows raised in question to this then he remembered he was on the phone.
"Oh what kind of plans?"
"Well they went with what we did last night."
"Oh. Your making me hot just remembering last night."
"Well I promised I'd take care of you. And I fullfilled it."
"Yeah you did. You did a few other things last night that I loved too."
Jack groaned into the phone in memory.
"I want you home tonight."
"I know you do. But I can't just leave Angel on his own."
"You said he was okay. Come home. I wan't to do things to you that will make Wes' face scrunch up."
"I'll try. If not don't be dissapointed okay."
"Promise. I have a problem."
"Oh?"
"Your jeans are too tight. I'm going to have to go to the bathroom. Bye Spike I love you."
"No wait. Stay on the line I wan't to listen."
"Do you have time?"
"Yup. Angels making dinner."
Jack huffed into the phone.
"What you wearing?"
"Don't you remember what I put on this morning?"
"No. You left in such a rush I couldn't remember."
"Remember what you peeled off me last night?"
"...Yes."
"Those tight jeans you like. My shirt with the cut off sleeves and just enough room to get into."
"...Mmm..Those little black boxers. They make your ass look so good."
Jacks breathing shallowed and Spike grinned into the phone making a very small whine like noise.
"Do that again."
Spike whined again as requested. He leant back against the wall and whispered lightly into the phone.
"How close are you?"
This question was met with a sudden yell of Spike's name and then Jack panting loudly.
"I was very close." Jack laughed a little. "Listen I have to go now or I'll get no dinner. I love you, remember try and get home."
Angels hand slid out of the door and grabbed Spike by the wrist pulling him back into the house. He covered Spike's eyes and guided him towards the kitchen. Spike was a little unsure of what Angel was going to do but he was trusting him. For now. Angel slid his hands from Spike's face and stood to one side smiling sheepishly at the floor.
Spike stood before the candle lit room, two sets of what looked like simple chicken salad set out on oppisite sides of Angel's breakfast bar.
"Wow. You did all this just for me?"
"Yup you asked for dinner I gave you dinner all out."
"Wow..."
"Its only chicken salad."
"No It's you I'm wowing at you not the food. I can't believe you went to this much effort."
"I wanted to make sure that you knew, no matter what I've done in the past towards you, I love and appreciate you more than you'll ever know."
"well. Erm thanks Angel."
Spike slid into his seat without another word, silently he started eating, Angel stared at him but then hung his head in defeat, Spike was never going to love him again not the way he wished him too anyway. He probably deserved it but he admitted that he missed the boys touches they way he used to whisper sweet nothing to him when he thought that he was asleep. Angel sighed into his food. Looking up at Spike he stared into the boys eyes for a second.
"You don't have to stay tonight you know."
"Really?" Spike replied surprisedly.
"Yes the end of that phone call. It sounded important like you had plans."
"Well sort of but its nothing that can't be re-arranged."
"No really go home I'll be fine."
"You sure? You know you can call if there's anything you need at all."
"Yes I know. But no really go home tonight."
Jack bounded through the front door of the house bumping into Wesley as he did so.
"Oh hey sorry Wes didn't see you there."
"No problem. You seem rather upbeat whats got into you?"
"Spike promised he'd try and get home tonight I have plans for us."
"That's nice. Play nice with my brother now."
"I will Wes. Have a nice evening."
Wes waved as he continued off down the path and headed into town. Jack set off up the stairs once in Spike room he grinned, The room still smelled of their scent mixed the bed was still messy from last night, Jack pulled new sheets from the dresser draw and changed the bed. Then he took the candles from the carrier bag he had in his hand and set them out carefully. His phone went off in his pocket. "I'm the main man" blasting out into the room, Jack grinned pulling his phone from his pocket, The grin spread as he read out the text. [Just doing dishes be home in 20]
"YES!"
Unbenownst to Jack Mr Giles had just come in the front door. Curious he headed up the stairs he knocked on the bedroom door lightly then stuck his head in. To find Jack jumping up and down on what seemed a freshly made bed phone in one hand and a candle in the other.
"Good news I pressume?"
"Yes. erm." Jack slid from the bed and straightened it. "Spike is coming home tonight."
Mr Giles eyed the candles set up around his sons room and raised an eyebrow.
"Got plans have we?"
"....Yes. Sort of."
"Well. Just be carefull and make sure spike enjoys himself. He could do with it."
"Of course sir."
"Giles really call me Giles."
"Not Rupert?"
"No. Never Rupert."
"Yes sir. Giles" Jack grinned cheekily. "Well things to sort still." He waved the candle he was holding.
"Yes. I'll leave you to it then. Would you like me to send William up when he gets here?"
"Yes please Mr. Giles."
Giles went to argue back to tell the boy just to call him Giles but he thought better of it and closed the door to the room heading back downstairs to relax infront of his tv before bed. Jack finished setting out the rest of his candles then ventured to the bathroom and took a very quick shower. Once back in the bedroom he towelled off slightly then lay on his stomach on the bed just his towel covering his waist, Picking up his phone from the cabinet he stared at the picture of Spike on his wallpaper smiling. Laying his head on the pillow softly he waited.
Spike hurried along the pathway he wanted to be home. He wanted Jack his soft safe embrace around him, his gentle kisses, his sweet deep scent surrounding him. He wanted Jack. He practically threw himself through the front door.
"William!. Jack is waiting in your room for you."
"Great. Thanks dad."
"William!."
"Yes dad?"
"Be safe."
"Of course. love you dad."
"I love you too. Now go on get up there."
Spike took the stairs two at a time not wanting to be away from Jack any longer. Opening the door carefully he was greeted to his room nicely lit by candles, Jack layed out on his bed hair still damp, he had hold of his phone tightly in one hand and his eyes were closed softly. Spike crept over quietly slowly he took the phone from Jacks hand re-setting it back on the cabinet. Softly he kissed Jack. Jacks eyes opened slowly he sat up staring at Spike.
"Your home."
"Yes me here in the flesh."
"You look more amazing than I remember."
"I love you Jack. And you look very sexy by the way."
Jack grinned. He pulled Spike close against his chest, Pulling him down softly he tugged Spike's t-shirt off. He kissed at his perfectly soft skin smiling.
"mmm so are you."
Spike smiled.
"Jack."
"Yes?"
Jack rested his chin on Spike's chest looking up in to the boys face. Spike ran his fingers through Jack's hair.
"I want you to show me how much you love me again. Make me feel good."
"Anything you want. I'd do anything for you."
Jack smiled and started to explore Spike's body more removing the rest of his clothes tonight was going to be amazing.
