Notes: Thanks CJ and John!
Part 5
Xander was in shock. The scene before him was more for a special anniversary rather than burrito night at Camp Somnium Fjord.
And was that Spike acting shy and nervous? Could this be something more than just dinner?
Xander's eyes widened. That's exactly what this was. More than just dinner. Spike's dressed to kill, Xander thought. Okay, maybe not kill. But he looks so hot. You can see everything under that turtleneck, not to mention the tight jeans. Wait a minute! Spike likes me! Likes me enough to- to do all of this! I am so doing a mental dance of complete giddiness.
"Spike, I," Spike looked up to meet Xander's eyes. Xander saw the hope dancing behind the determinedly stony look. The Day Counselor smiled brightly. "Let's eat."
Spike blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly. Was Xander accepting? Looking at the smile that was turning bashful, Spike knew the answer. Standing straighter, he made his way to the table, and pulling out a chair, motioned for Xander to sit.
As Xander was moving to sit down and Spike was moving to the other chair, their hands brushed. This time instead of a physical shock, they both experienced a short burst of pleasurable warmth shoot up their spines.
As Xander watched Spike sit down, he knew he wanted to say something, but had no idea what.
Spike looked across the table at Xander, who appeared to be about to say something, but was stalled. Spike didn't know what to say either, so he reached for the pitcher that was filled with blood, and poured some into a large, opaque glass.
Taking Spike's cue, Xander started filling his plate with some of the splendor in front of him.
Ten minutes later, they both had not said a word. Quick awkward looks as they glanced at one another when taking a bite or a sip and that was all.
Having enough of the quiet, Spike expelled a short breath and shifted in his seat. His foot collided with Xander's own under the table. Seeing this as an opportunity too good to pass up, Spike deliberately nudged Xander's foot again.
Xander, who was staring at his food, looked up at Spike through his lashes, and with a sideways smile, nudged back.
They continued the meal with occasional presses and chuckles.
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"What do you hear? What's going on? Angel, bloody hell, start talking!" Wesley was sitting beside Angel in Puzzle-thon trying not to squirm.
"I don't hear anything except jaw movements and slurps. And I don't think they're doing that." Angel waggled his eyebrows.
"Pity," Wesley distractedly said, as he ran a finger across Angel's lips.
Besides acting as eavesdropper, Angel was also the look-out, or in this case the hear-out. He was to listen for tell-tale signs that Spike and Xander were going to exit the tent, and then he and Wesley would hide behind a nearby tree.
Angel abruptly turned his head from Wesley's hand. "I think they're about to leave the tent! Quick!"
From behind the tree, they watched Spike and Xander exit the tent and head down the path toward their cabins. The couple were sneaking glances at one another with small smiles, once in awhile elbowing into one another.
"Do you think any of that slurping was kissing? They don't look very rumpled do they?" Wesley was slightly disappointed. All the hard work and only a few flirtatious shoves to show for it.
"No, they don't. Do you think we should follow them? See if anything happens?"
Wesley turned to gape at Angel. "You're certainly turning into quite the voyeur. Although, I would love to know what happens also, I think we shall have to be content that things will happen at their own pace. Let's go get the tent straightened up."
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"Well," Spike said, smiling at Xander in front of the cabin.
"Well," Xander nodded.
They had not said anything on the walk back, but it was clear that they both felt the same about one another. Each mock jab and near trip spoke volumes.
"Spike, I had a really great time. Um,"
"So did I, Xander. Wanna do it again? Soon-like?"
Xander grinned as he nodded enthusiastically, leaning forward ever so slightly.
Spike also leaned forward. Deciding to be keep Xander in wanting, but also wanting to have a small taste of the Day Counselor, Spike softly brushed his lips against Xander's cheek.
"See you tomorrow, Xander." Spike turned away from Xander's wide eyed giddy look. Spike headed for his own cabin, struggling against the urge to skip. He was also fighting an even more disturbing urge to hum the theme to Rocky as he mounted the steps to the door.
Xander went into his own cabin, where most of the campers were asleep after their grueling day of horseback riding and the Mystic Marathon, in which they ran or walked seven miles to and back along a wooded trail.
Xander got ready for bed. However, it was several keyed up hours before he could finally drift to sleep, dreaming of soft candle glows and sparkling blue eyes.
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The next couple of days passed quickly. Xander and Spike were constantly sharing touches, a hand on the cheek there, holding hands there. They had Willow and Tara in sighs. Angel and Wesley would even pause from their own caresses to watch Spike and Xander.
The end of camp was fast approaching. Willow and Tara made promises to see one another over the year. They would both be attending the same college. Their completely different majors had been the reason they hadn't run into one another at the school.
Angel and Wesley decided to move in together, as they both already lived in Los Angeles. Since Angel had a rather large place, it would be convenient all around.
Spike and Xander lived quite a distance from one another, but it was drivable. Their relationship was no where near ready for the living together stage, so they would content themselves with weekly visits.
"Well, it's only an hour drive. I'll come by whenever I can. And if you, you know, get a car or whatever, you can drive over to see me, and-" Xander was pulled from the babble precipice by Spike's mouth on his.
Xander closed his eyes and his world narrowed to the soft lips pressed against his. Latching onto Spike's bottom lip, while Spike gently squeezed his upper lip, Xander let a sigh out of his nose.
Hearing the horn honk on the bus, Xander reluctantly pulled away, leaving his forehead resting against Spike's.
"Be seeing you soon," Spike nodded as he made the statement.
Xander whispered a breathless, "Yes."
The unrelenting horn was calling, so Xander started backing away.
"I'll miss you. I'll write and call and visit you this weekend, okay? This weekend!" Xander said hurriedly as he was being ushered onto the bus.
Spike waved while smiling brightly. "This weekend," he mouthed.
Spike watched as the bus pulled away. His smile became wistful, until he realized that a small Gragsuk demon was looking up at him with an amused look.
"What? Oh bloody hell, get on the bus. Wouldn't want you to get left here. Cause then I'd come back and eat you! Because I'm a bad, evil vampire! Grrr!"
The Gragsuk snorted and mounted the stairs.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. I got to work on that," Spike sighed and stepped onto the bus and took a seat.
The last bus pulled away, marking the official end of another summer at Camp Somnium Fjord.
The End.
(But there will be a sequel, probably in November)
Part 5
Xander was in shock. The scene before him was more for a special anniversary rather than burrito night at Camp Somnium Fjord.
And was that Spike acting shy and nervous? Could this be something more than just dinner?
Xander's eyes widened. That's exactly what this was. More than just dinner. Spike's dressed to kill, Xander thought. Okay, maybe not kill. But he looks so hot. You can see everything under that turtleneck, not to mention the tight jeans. Wait a minute! Spike likes me! Likes me enough to- to do all of this! I am so doing a mental dance of complete giddiness.
"Spike, I," Spike looked up to meet Xander's eyes. Xander saw the hope dancing behind the determinedly stony look. The Day Counselor smiled brightly. "Let's eat."
Spike blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly. Was Xander accepting? Looking at the smile that was turning bashful, Spike knew the answer. Standing straighter, he made his way to the table, and pulling out a chair, motioned for Xander to sit.
As Xander was moving to sit down and Spike was moving to the other chair, their hands brushed. This time instead of a physical shock, they both experienced a short burst of pleasurable warmth shoot up their spines.
As Xander watched Spike sit down, he knew he wanted to say something, but had no idea what.
Spike looked across the table at Xander, who appeared to be about to say something, but was stalled. Spike didn't know what to say either, so he reached for the pitcher that was filled with blood, and poured some into a large, opaque glass.
Taking Spike's cue, Xander started filling his plate with some of the splendor in front of him.
Ten minutes later, they both had not said a word. Quick awkward looks as they glanced at one another when taking a bite or a sip and that was all.
Having enough of the quiet, Spike expelled a short breath and shifted in his seat. His foot collided with Xander's own under the table. Seeing this as an opportunity too good to pass up, Spike deliberately nudged Xander's foot again.
Xander, who was staring at his food, looked up at Spike through his lashes, and with a sideways smile, nudged back.
They continued the meal with occasional presses and chuckles.
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"What do you hear? What's going on? Angel, bloody hell, start talking!" Wesley was sitting beside Angel in Puzzle-thon trying not to squirm.
"I don't hear anything except jaw movements and slurps. And I don't think they're doing that." Angel waggled his eyebrows.
"Pity," Wesley distractedly said, as he ran a finger across Angel's lips.
Besides acting as eavesdropper, Angel was also the look-out, or in this case the hear-out. He was to listen for tell-tale signs that Spike and Xander were going to exit the tent, and then he and Wesley would hide behind a nearby tree.
Angel abruptly turned his head from Wesley's hand. "I think they're about to leave the tent! Quick!"
From behind the tree, they watched Spike and Xander exit the tent and head down the path toward their cabins. The couple were sneaking glances at one another with small smiles, once in awhile elbowing into one another.
"Do you think any of that slurping was kissing? They don't look very rumpled do they?" Wesley was slightly disappointed. All the hard work and only a few flirtatious shoves to show for it.
"No, they don't. Do you think we should follow them? See if anything happens?"
Wesley turned to gape at Angel. "You're certainly turning into quite the voyeur. Although, I would love to know what happens also, I think we shall have to be content that things will happen at their own pace. Let's go get the tent straightened up."
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"Well," Spike said, smiling at Xander in front of the cabin.
"Well," Xander nodded.
They had not said anything on the walk back, but it was clear that they both felt the same about one another. Each mock jab and near trip spoke volumes.
"Spike, I had a really great time. Um,"
"So did I, Xander. Wanna do it again? Soon-like?"
Xander grinned as he nodded enthusiastically, leaning forward ever so slightly.
Spike also leaned forward. Deciding to be keep Xander in wanting, but also wanting to have a small taste of the Day Counselor, Spike softly brushed his lips against Xander's cheek.
"See you tomorrow, Xander." Spike turned away from Xander's wide eyed giddy look. Spike headed for his own cabin, struggling against the urge to skip. He was also fighting an even more disturbing urge to hum the theme to Rocky as he mounted the steps to the door.
Xander went into his own cabin, where most of the campers were asleep after their grueling day of horseback riding and the Mystic Marathon, in which they ran or walked seven miles to and back along a wooded trail.
Xander got ready for bed. However, it was several keyed up hours before he could finally drift to sleep, dreaming of soft candle glows and sparkling blue eyes.
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The next couple of days passed quickly. Xander and Spike were constantly sharing touches, a hand on the cheek there, holding hands there. They had Willow and Tara in sighs. Angel and Wesley would even pause from their own caresses to watch Spike and Xander.
The end of camp was fast approaching. Willow and Tara made promises to see one another over the year. They would both be attending the same college. Their completely different majors had been the reason they hadn't run into one another at the school.
Angel and Wesley decided to move in together, as they both already lived in Los Angeles. Since Angel had a rather large place, it would be convenient all around.
Spike and Xander lived quite a distance from one another, but it was drivable. Their relationship was no where near ready for the living together stage, so they would content themselves with weekly visits.
"Well, it's only an hour drive. I'll come by whenever I can. And if you, you know, get a car or whatever, you can drive over to see me, and-" Xander was pulled from the babble precipice by Spike's mouth on his.
Xander closed his eyes and his world narrowed to the soft lips pressed against his. Latching onto Spike's bottom lip, while Spike gently squeezed his upper lip, Xander let a sigh out of his nose.
Hearing the horn honk on the bus, Xander reluctantly pulled away, leaving his forehead resting against Spike's.
"Be seeing you soon," Spike nodded as he made the statement.
Xander whispered a breathless, "Yes."
The unrelenting horn was calling, so Xander started backing away.
"I'll miss you. I'll write and call and visit you this weekend, okay? This weekend!" Xander said hurriedly as he was being ushered onto the bus.
Spike waved while smiling brightly. "This weekend," he mouthed.
Spike watched as the bus pulled away. His smile became wistful, until he realized that a small Gragsuk demon was looking up at him with an amused look.
"What? Oh bloody hell, get on the bus. Wouldn't want you to get left here. Cause then I'd come back and eat you! Because I'm a bad, evil vampire! Grrr!"
The Gragsuk snorted and mounted the stairs.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. I got to work on that," Spike sighed and stepped onto the bus and took a seat.
The last bus pulled away, marking the official end of another summer at Camp Somnium Fjord.
The End.
(But there will be a sequel, probably in November)