Title: No Promises
Author: PokerKitten
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Written in response to the 15 Minute Ficlet challenge, word #47 (quirky), and inspired by naughty JM and his lyrics ;)
AtS, S5. Spike finds acceptance, and someone to share his narrow bed.
Disclaimer: Joss, ME, Fox yadayada own the characters. I just mess with them.
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No Promises
"Well, you don't have to. If you don't want to." Spike tried to feign indifference.
"It's just.... a bit, um..." His companion struggled to find the right words. "Quirky. Not what I was expecting."
"You think that's quirky?" Spike was incredulous.
"Well, to be honest Spike, I was expecting something quite different, something..."
"Okay, okay!" Spike interrupted, throwing up his hands. "Forget it. Sorry I mentioned it. Didn't mean to disappoint you!" He abruptly turned away, raised his eyes to the ceiling. He was a stupid wanker sometimes, should learn to keep his big mouth shut!
But when he felt hands on his shoulders, and lips pressed to the nape of his neck, he allowed himself a slow smile. Leaning back slightly he found himself moving against the other's body. So close now. He swallowed. It had been a while. A very long while. The frantic abortive fuck with Harmony didn't count! Not really. What he craved was acceptance, someone to want him for who and what he truly was.
His body quivered as soft hands, softer than he had imagined, softer than he remembered, slid slowly down his arms to his waist and carefully reached around to unbuckle his belt. "So, you're sure about this?" he managed to ask, mouth dry with anticipation and not a little fear.
"Sure, I'm sure." The tone held a hint of amusement, but no ridicule, no cruelty. "But to do this you need to get naked."
"Just me?" Spike ventured.
"Maybe me too. But no promises."
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Naked now, eyes closed, lying on his side atop his narrow bed, coarse blankets scratching his skin. Listening. Hurry, please hurry! Don't change your mind now! Relief, as he heard footwear being dropped to the floor and felt the weight of his partner press down onto the bed, body wriggling up behind him. Spoons! Spike suddenly felt light-headed, giddy. Was this really happening? His cock seemed to think it was, twitching into life at the frisson of cool cotton on skin.
"So. Spike. What was it you said? From underneath your arm..."
Spike gasped quietly, eyes still tightly shut, as he felt his left arm being raised.
".....all the way down to the crook in your knee?"
Not waiting for an answer, fingers began to stroke the soft hair under Spike's arm, to delicately trace down his lean white body. Over his hip, lingering at his taut buttocks, moving down to the bend of his knee. Tickling deliciously, making his nerve endings sing, his cock bounce and strain. Over his sigh, another question, spoken in a voice now husky.
"And do you prefer fingers?" Pause. "Or kisses?"
At the pressure of lips, the flick of tongue, against his side Spike groaned and pushed back into his companion. And felt the hardness and length straining to reach him through the pants still stubbornly worn. But not to be worn for much longer.
"Quirky is good" Angel growled against his skin. "Time for me to get naked..."
Author: PokerKitten
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Written in response to the 15 Minute Ficlet challenge, word #47 (quirky), and inspired by naughty JM and his lyrics ;)
AtS, S5. Spike finds acceptance, and someone to share his narrow bed.
Disclaimer: Joss, ME, Fox yadayada own the characters. I just mess with them.
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No Promises
"Well, you don't have to. If you don't want to." Spike tried to feign indifference.
"It's just.... a bit, um..." His companion struggled to find the right words. "Quirky. Not what I was expecting."
"You think that's quirky?" Spike was incredulous.
"Well, to be honest Spike, I was expecting something quite different, something..."
"Okay, okay!" Spike interrupted, throwing up his hands. "Forget it. Sorry I mentioned it. Didn't mean to disappoint you!" He abruptly turned away, raised his eyes to the ceiling. He was a stupid wanker sometimes, should learn to keep his big mouth shut!
But when he felt hands on his shoulders, and lips pressed to the nape of his neck, he allowed himself a slow smile. Leaning back slightly he found himself moving against the other's body. So close now. He swallowed. It had been a while. A very long while. The frantic abortive fuck with Harmony didn't count! Not really. What he craved was acceptance, someone to want him for who and what he truly was.
His body quivered as soft hands, softer than he had imagined, softer than he remembered, slid slowly down his arms to his waist and carefully reached around to unbuckle his belt. "So, you're sure about this?" he managed to ask, mouth dry with anticipation and not a little fear.
"Sure, I'm sure." The tone held a hint of amusement, but no ridicule, no cruelty. "But to do this you need to get naked."
"Just me?" Spike ventured.
"Maybe me too. But no promises."
***************
Naked now, eyes closed, lying on his side atop his narrow bed, coarse blankets scratching his skin. Listening. Hurry, please hurry! Don't change your mind now! Relief, as he heard footwear being dropped to the floor and felt the weight of his partner press down onto the bed, body wriggling up behind him. Spoons! Spike suddenly felt light-headed, giddy. Was this really happening? His cock seemed to think it was, twitching into life at the frisson of cool cotton on skin.
"So. Spike. What was it you said? From underneath your arm..."
Spike gasped quietly, eyes still tightly shut, as he felt his left arm being raised.
".....all the way down to the crook in your knee?"
Not waiting for an answer, fingers began to stroke the soft hair under Spike's arm, to delicately trace down his lean white body. Over his hip, lingering at his taut buttocks, moving down to the bend of his knee. Tickling deliciously, making his nerve endings sing, his cock bounce and strain. Over his sigh, another question, spoken in a voice now husky.
"And do you prefer fingers?" Pause. "Or kisses?"
At the pressure of lips, the flick of tongue, against his side Spike groaned and pushed back into his companion. And felt the hardness and length straining to reach him through the pants still stubbornly worn. But not to be worn for much longer.
"Quirky is good" Angel growled against his skin. "Time for me to get naked..."
