I can never think of titles. I dislike them greatly. Oh well. I was working on a Gunn moodtheme for livejournal and this apparently makes me want Spike/Gunn. So here you go. Gunn's POV because it's fun. Mm, shower sex.

Untitled Spike/Gunn

Can't get the feeling of hard slim vampire pressed all along me out of my mind. Even if just for a moment, even if through all the layers of fabric, I can't get it out of my mind. I think I'm worse off than Wesley in the needing to get laid department.

It doesn't matter how much I try to throw myself into the cases that are piled up on my desk. The press of Spike against me, the clasp of deceptively strong arms around me. His lips brushed just slightly – accidentally – over my neck and made me shudder.

Damn, I need a shower. A cold one. Cold as Spike...

Maybe a hot one instead.

The spray of the shower hits me cold before it heats up. Doesn't really matter, I'm hard no matter the temperature and nothing short of jerking off is gonna change it.

Damn vampires, always screwing shit up, especially my mind. I don't need this.

But fuck knows I want it.

I fist myself hard, panting and picturing a cooler hand. Then a cooler mouth.

My eyes are closed and over the sound of the water hitting tiles, I'm not paying attention to anything. Nothing but the grip and slide of my hand over my cock, wishing for and needing something more.

"Fine lookin' sight, Charlie."

I gasp and spin, not having the sense to release my grip even as my motions stop. For a moment, I just stare at him. He lets his gaze travel over me and I jerk my hand away. Try to regain the composure I never had.

"You ain't incorporeal no more, Spike," I ground out. It's hell not to let my own eyes travel over him in turn.

He shrugs, casually and dismissively. "Point being?"

"Point being that there ain't nothing stopping from throwing your skinny pale ass out of here."

He raises an eyebrow at me, like he knows I'm just bluffing and is calling me out on it. Which I am. Even as I step forward, hand snapping out to close around his throat and slam him back into the tiles, there's no way I'm throwing him out of here.

He doesn't struggle, still smirking at me and I forget for a moment why I wanted him in the first place. Until he's pushing his hips forward into mine and I can feel he's as hard as I still am. I gasp and his smirk widens.

My hand is still around his throat when I crush our lips together. I don't need to force entrance when he gives it so willingly. And he's grinding up against me, his hands still free to worm between us and wrap his cool strong hand around me, giving a long pull.

I buck into the touch before immediately stepping back. My hand drops from his throat and for a moment I'm rewarded with a surprised confused look. Before he seems once again to know exactly what I want without my asking. Or telling. He drops smoothly to his knees and I notice for the first time that he's without his coat. Didn't want it to get ruined by the water. Smart little vampire knew exactly what he was going to get in here. He may be the one down on his knees but it's pretty clear who's calling all the shots.

I'm helpless as his mouth closes around me.

All I'm thinking as my hands fist into his hair is that if this is what he wanted every time he popped in on me in here when he was incorporeal, then we should have done something about that a lot sooner.