Title: The Love of the Bullied 19/?
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 Nineteen
"What?" Spike asked again. but I was afraid neither of us would know what we would be doing."
Spike's heart felt like it was pounding in his chest. "You want to have sex? Here?"
"It's stupid but I want our first time to be in L.A. And if you don't want to, we can wait until we're moved." Xander suddenly felt like an idiot. "It doesn't matter though. It's not like we have condoms or lube."
"Actually, we do." Spike stood up and went over to his duster and pulled out a small thing of lube and a single condom from one of the inner pockets. "Think of it as wishful thinking." He held out his hand. "Come here, Xan," he said in a hushed tone.
Xander stood and walked around the table. When he was close enough Spike placed a hand on his cheek, this thumb stroking his bottom lip. "Are you sure you're ready?"
"I am. I just don't want to disappoint you," Xander confessed.
Spike smiled softly. "You could never disappoint me." He grabbed the helm of Xander's shirt and gently pulled it up and over his head. He dropped the shirt on the floor before taking his off. The last thing he wanted was for Xander to feel self-conscious about being the only one undressed.
Xander had seen Spike shirtless multiple times. That happened when you lived together but he never got tired of seeing it. With a shaky hand he brought a hand up and placed it on Spike's chest.
Following suit Spike placed his hand on Xander's chest and rubbed his nipple. He was greeted with a gasp and a flex of Xander's hand. His hands left Xander who gave protest. "Want to get more comfy." He stuck his thumbs in the band of Xander's sweats before pulling them and his boxers down. He knelt down and before he lifted each of Xander's feet to free him. It was happy to see Xander standing at attention.
Panting heavily Xander looked down at Spike wondering what he was going to do next. He didn't have to wait long. He watched as Spike trailed a single digit down his stomach until he reached his cock. "Spike…"
"Lay on the bed, feet on the floor, arse slightly off the bed. I don't think you'll be able to keep you'll balance for what's coming." As Xander stumbled to the bed Spike shucked off his own sweats. He crawled over to Xander who was watching him with hooded eyes.
Was Spike going to do what Xander thought he was?
"You best grab a pillow," Spike instructed. "You might be a screamer," he said when he saw Xander's confused look.
A blush coloured Xander's face and he grabbed a pillow holding his tightly to his chest.
Spike gave a low chuckle. Xander was such a treat. He started by kissing up Xander's inner thighs. When he reached Xander's cock he massaged his balls. "You sure you want this?"
"Uh huh," Xander's answer came out breathlessly.
Happy with the almost non verbal response Spike started to lick his cock.
The pillow that Xander had against his chest was now against his face muffling his moans. He always wondered how this would feel. Everything he fantasized about didn't compare to the real thing. He briefly wondered if he would be okay giving Spike a blow job but all thoughts disappeared when Spike swallowed him whole. "Oh my God!" Xander yelled into the pillow.
Xander's cock was much girthier than Wes's had been but it didn't matter to Spike. His gag reflex was non-existent. With his mouth around Xander's cock one hand went to work on his balls while the other stroked his hip.
How was Spike able to do three things at once? Xander couldn't do that many things when his brain wasn't turned to mush. He didn't notice that Spike's hands left his body as Spike grabbed the lube.
Spike continued to suck while he clumsily opened the tube of lube and squeezed more than enough of it onto his finger. He had to pull away from Xander much to Xander's dismay. "Shh… this might be a little uncomfortable for a minute but then I'll go back to making you feel good." He started to tease Xander's entrance. His finger circled it before he slowly pushed it in.
Xander's hips lifted up off the bed. It felt so weird. He didn't know if he wanted to tell Spike to stop. He might have if he could've found his voice. He felt Spike's finger pushing more and more into him. When Spike stopped Xander felt like he could breath again, that was until Spike moved his finger grazing something inside of him that made him see fireworks.
While pushing in and out of Xander getting him read Spike went back to sucking on Xander. He wanted him to come and be absolutely relaxed before the next part. It didn't take much longer before Xander's body tensed up and Spike was greeted with his spunk. He was sure if Xander knew he was swallowing it he'd be embarrassed.
As he breath came out in puffs Xander's arms fell to his sides the pillow falling beside his head. He couldn't speak and if he could what was he supposed to say? He was vaguely aware that Spike slipped his finger out of him and heard the tearing of the condom package. His body felt like jelly.
Spike lubed up the condom before he stood between Xander's legs. "Time to scoot up."
"No." Xander was proud of himself for managing to get a single word out.
Okay. Spike noticed Xander's cock was limp. That wouldn't do. Wrapping his hand around it he began to pump it. "Want this hard again, Xan."
"Ngg!" Yup, words all gone.
It didn't take long for Xander's cock to harden again, pleasing Spike. He removed his hand and brought Xander's legs up and placed his feet on the bed, legs spread. Spike blanketed Xander with his body. "I love you, Xan."
Shaking his head from the sexy fog Xander placed his hand on the nape of Spike's neck. "I love you too."
Kissing Xander on the lips before Spike stood up. He lined himself up and slowly slid into Xander.
"Holy shit!" How was it possible to feel this full?
"You okay?" Spike asked, his voice gruff. He was getting ready to stop.
Xander took a few deep breaths. "It feels weird but good. Don't stop, okay?"
Spike placed his hands on Xander's hips and started to slid in and out. He tried to remind himself to breath. Xander was so tight. Picking up his pace, Spike's fingers tightened their hold.
Not really knowing what what he was supposed to do Xander wrapped his hand around his own cock and started to stroke it.
"Speed up your strokes," Spike said.
Xander did as he was instructed though it was hard to keep up the pace with Spike constantly hit his prostate.
Spike came before Xander but he wasn't far behind. Xander cried out as he came, the pillow completely forgotten.
As much as he didn't want to move Spike reluctantly pulled out of Xander and carefully removed and tied the condom before throwing it away. Stumbling to the kitchen to wet a wash cloth Spike came back and started to wipe Xander down.
Xander watched Spike as he cleaned him up. "I've turned to mush."
"I bet I could turn at couple parts of you hard." Spike stroked Xander's cock with the wash cloth while he played with one of Xander's nipples. He was right and the nipple turned into a peak and he felt Xander's cock twitch.
Batting Spike's hands away, Xander said, "sleep first then you can play with me all you want."
"I'm keeping you to that. Get under the cover's," Spike said as he went into the bathroom and tossed the soiled wash cloth into the tub. When he came back out Xander was under the covers the pillow under his head. Spike slid in beside Xander. "Are you okay?"
"Mmm hmm." Xander forced his eyes open. "Was it good? It felt good."
Spike wrapped himself around Xander. "It was great, Xan."
"It was," Xander said almost dreamily.
"Go to sleep, Xan. We head back to Sunnydale tomorrow."
Xander pouted. Spike sure knew how to ruin the mood.