Title: The Love of the Bullied 12/?
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Life sucks for Xander but when Spike moves to Sunnydale will things get better or worse?
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Beta'd by: Unbeta'd
Note: I feel like this story is possibly over dramatic. Not what I really write but it just kind of went that direction.
Part Twelve
The next two weeks somehow managed to go by fast and slow at the same time for the boys. Spike made sure he was available for Xander's hours. It was only fair because Xander spent his days working while Spike spent his days doing whatever he wanted. When he wasn't spending time with his parents he was out with his friends.
Spike's friend Harry turned eighteen in October and since he wasn't there to celebrate his birthday with him he took Harry and his other friends out for a pint. It was a good night though Xander hadn't been overly happy texting a drunk Spike because for some reason Spike forgot how to Facetime so he had to decipher what was being sent.
But now it was time to go home to Xander. His boy needed him to take care of him. It would be a lie if Spike said he hadn't thought about booking an earlier flight home because Xander needed him but Xander would have been angry with him if he had done it.
The entire flight Spike had been antsy as hell. He didn't get into LAX until one in the morning but he didn't even bother booking a hotel. Instead he ordered an Uber and told the driver that if he got him back to Sunnydale as fast and safely as possible he'd get a fifty dollar tip. The driver was not about to lose an extra fifty bucks.
The driver pulled up to the apartment in record time without breaking any laws, maybe bending them a little. Spike paid the fee including the fifty he promised before grabbing his backpack and climbing out of the car. He had been protecting his bag because of the tin of goodies his mom made just for Xander. There were jammy star cookies, Scottish shortbread, Christmas crinkle cookies and gingerbread cookies. Spike was going to have to distract Xander so he could sneak some.
Spike took the elevator, for the most part he'd take the stairs but he was too damn tired. Unlocking the door when he walked in the only light visible was coming from the T.V. Was Xander still awake? It was almost three o'clock and he worked until closing. He walked into the living room and found Xander asleep on the couch. His broken wrist laid gently on his stomach. Spike remembered how much of a pain in the ass it was to sleep with one on.
Kneeling down Spike brought his hand up to sweep the hair out of Xander's eyes. Normally Spike didn't like long hair on guys but it worked on Xander. Also Xander would give him the bird if he suggested a haircut. As soon as his fingers made contact Xander was startled awake.
Xander was sure his heart was going to jump out of his throat. What the hell happened? Instinct took over and he ended up swinging his broken his wrist in the direction of Spike. When he opened his eyes he saw Spike kneeling over him looking afraid. It didn't look like he made contact thankfully. "Great googly moogly! Spike? Jesus you scared the shit out of me. I thought you were my dad."
Spike stroked Xander's hair. "Sorry, Xan, I didn't mean to scare you. Your dad can't find you here, remember?"
After taking a few deep breaths Xander sat up and smiled. "Welcome home. I missed you."
"I missed you too." Spike placed his hand on Xander's cheek before leaning in for a kiss. How had he survived two weeks without Xander kisses? "I missed the feel of your lips."
Xander's lips twitched in amusement. "Is that all you missed?"
"Course not. I've missed the way your eyes light up when I walk into the room. The way you get this dopey look on your face when I use British slang. I've missed the way I can feel your heartbeat speed up just from a hug. I've missed all of you."
This earned Spike a hug where he did in fact feel Xander's heart beat against his chest. "I don't know if it's physically possible to feel my heart beat but I like it either way." He pulled away. "I wasn't sure if you'd be hungry when you got home so there is left over ham in the fridge. I don't want to toot my own horn but it's yummy. I also went to the bakery and bought the whole wheat buns and chocolate cream pie you love. Oh and a container of washed and cut veggies."
Xander had food ready for Spike. "The special ham?"
"The special ham," Xander confirmed. When Xander had first made ham for Spike he remembered the boy being skeptical of it. Spike had asked who in their right mind put chives, dry mustard, brown sugar and Sprite onto a ham? Spike even flat out refused to try it until Xander pulled his puppy dog eyes that seemed to only work on Spike. In the end they fought over the last piece. That time the puppy dog eyes did not work!
Spike's stomach started to grumble when he realized he hadn't eaten since before he got to the airport. "You always take good care of me, Xan," he said as he stood up. "Want a sandwich?"
"I like taking care of you," Xander replied with a yawn. "I'm not hungry." He laid back down on the couch.
Before standing up Spike kissed Xander's forehead. Not wanting to disturb Xander with the light Spike bypassed the kitchen light switch and opted for the stove top light instead. He immediately saw that the package of buns was untouched. Xander loved bread. Maybe he just wasn't in the mood for it. That made sense. He opened the fridge door and anxiety spread through Spike's body when he saw that the chocolate cream pie also remained intact. Spike was always teasing Xander that chocolate flowed through his veins with how much of it he ate, there was no way Xander wasn't taking a slice. Had Xander not been eating? Pulling out the tin foil wrapped ham out of the fridge placing it on the counter. He was relieved to see at least small chunk was cut off of it. It was better than nothing.
After making up a plate of food Spike went back to the living room and made himself comfortable on the floor in front of the couch placing his plate on the coffee table. "You haven't really been eating, have you?"
Xander opened his eyes, he had hoped Spike wouldn't call him out on that. "I've been busy."
"That's never stopped you before," Spike comments. "Want to tell me what's going on?"
How the hell was Xander suppose to tell Spike about Larry after all these months? That he'd technically been lying to him. "I haven't told you everything about Larry."