"So," Xander said after a minute. He was starting to get dizzy. Maybe he should have drunk those beers a little more slowly.
Spike cleared his throat. He honestly couldn't think of a thing to say. //If I tell him I love him, that I wanna kiss him for the rest of his life, he'll think I'm a wanker. If I tell him thanks, been fun, and head out on my merry way, he'll hate me. How do I handle this?//
Xander didn't know how to react. Spike had kissed him. And it had been GOOD. //What am I supposed to say? Do that again? He'll just laugh at me. Of course, he's the one who kissed me. Maybe he's as drunk as I am?// Xander's train of thought came to a screeching halt. //Wait. I'm not drunk. Well, I sort of am, but I can...if I kiss him again, I can say tomorrow that I was drunk. Right? Unless, in the morning, he still wants to kiss me. And maybe do other things. Then it'll be okay.// Xander's plan was formed. He stood up, feeling a slight vertigo. He stepped over to where Spike was sitting, running a black-lacquered hand through his messy blonde hair.
"Spike," he said. Spike looked up, and blue eyes met brown. Suddenly, the fire between the two men raged back to life, and Spike stood up with all the speed his preternatural status allowed him. He grasped tightly to Xander's upper arms, pushing the young man toward the bedroom while devouring his mouth. This time, Xander reciprocated the kiss fully. He let his mouth slip open, enough for Spike to push his tongue inside. The warm cavern of Xander's mouth sent fire through Spike's belly as he explored it.
Xander's hands roamed over Spike's impossibly hard chest, running over the soft skin with a fevered haste. He couldn't touch enough of it. He'd never felt so desperate to touch anyone as he was to touch all of Spike at this moment. His hands ran down Spike's abdomen, scratching lightly at the cool skin. He ran his fingers lightly around the loosened waistband of Spike's jeans, low moans sounding in his throat. HE couldn't think. All he could do was taste, touch, feel.
Spike couldn't believe the feelings the mortal was invoking within him. Burning fingers traced soft patterns on his torso, and calloused hands left imprints of fire in their wake. He felt sure he would burst into flames at any moment, but all he could do was drink in Xander's sweet taste, and run his cool hands up and down Xander's muscular arms, touching his neck, his face, threading his fingers through the dark, messy hair. The boy's lips were unbelievably soft, but so strong at the same time. He could feel Xander's hot breath through the kisses, and was glad the boy knew enough to breathe through his nose so they wouldn't have to part their lips.
Xander felt the backs of his legs hit the bed, and his heart sped up even further. //Wait. The bed. Does that mean...are we gonna...?// Spike pressed Xander down to the bed, and lay down on top of him. Now Xander could feel Spike's cool body all down the length of him. Their hard chests were pressed together, their bellies, and Spike ground his pelvis down into Xander's groin, and Xander lurched up to increase the friction. A low rumbling laugh came from Spike's throat and his mouth finally left Xander's, allowing him to gulp in great gulps of coveted air.
But Spike didn't need to breathe. He mouthed hot, wet kisses down Xander's jaw, his throat, suckling greedily at his racing pulse point, then continuing southward, over Xander's collarbone, then back up the other side, licking the soft patch of skin behind the brunette's ear, and Xander keened. Spike let out that low laugh again, before kissing daintily up Xander's jaw to his mouth again, and Xander turned his head to capture Spike's cool mouth in another lusty kiss. This time, Xander's tongue explored Spike's mouth, and Spike sucked on it, his own tongue dancing with it.
Xander's entire body was singing with the heady sensation of kissing the blonde man on top of him. All of his desire ran through his body, centering in that one spot, tat spot that ached for friction, for pressure, for anything that would cause his world to explode with the pleasure of it. Every nerve was crying out for more, even as his head told him that he shouldn't be doing this. But when Spike ground his pelvis down again, all higher brain functions left Xander, and all he could do was whimper and grind back.
Spike was lost. He couldn't see past the brown eyes, couldn't taste past that hot tongue, couldn't touch past that quivering belly. Everything was heightened as desire swept through him, but it wasn't enough. He needed to feel everything about this man. He needed to taste every inch, to be a part of him. He leaned back slightly, breaking the contact of their lips. Xander whimpered and followed his lips up, and Spike couldn't deny him, so he allowed more hungry kisses.
"No, luv," he finally said, breaking apart with a jolt. Embarrassment, disappointment, and pain flashed in those beautiful brown eyes. Spike never wanted to see those emotions in the man's face again. "Scoot up, here, luv. More room on this bed than we're using." Xander pushed himself up along the bed, and Spike moved up beside him. They turned over on their sides, facing one another, and began kissing again. Work-hardened hands made hot trails across a pale, rippling back. Wizened pale hands cooled overheated bronze flesh.
Finally, kissing wasn't enough for Spike. He had tasted everything Xander's mouth had to offer, and he wanted more. He started down the hot throat, which arched up, baring the smooth column of his throat. Spike suckled there, and Xander's moan reverberated through Spike's lips and tongue. Then he started downward again, trailing his tongue across a smooth collarbone, down to strong pectorals, and trailed a lazy circle around one dusky brown nipple. Xander's back arched as he pressed into the cool mouth, and Spike finally pulled the little pebble into his mouth, sucking at it, flicking his tongue over it teasingly. Xander's soft skin was slightly salty, and so warm. Spike wanted to drink him in, wanted to feel Xander quiver beneath him as he tasted all of that flesh, pressed into him. He wanted to look into Xander's eyes as he finally gave himself over to the burning passion they both were feeling.
Spike's tongue was working magic on Xander's chest. He'd never had anybody suckle his nipples, and the intense pleasure he felt from it almost pushed him over the edge. He'd never known that such a small act could have him straining for so much more. He could feel the coolness of Spike's mouth, the heat of his own skin, and the feather light touches Spike grazed his back with. Everything heightened his arousal, so that he was straining against the fabric of his boxers even more than he had been only moments before, and he didn't think he could stand much more. It was all so much. He wrapped one hand around Spike's head, his fingers running through the messy blonde locks, grasping for leverage, pressing Spike's head against his chest, silently begging for more.
Spike gave himself over to the sensations. He'd never had such a responsive lover. Sure, he'd had amazing sex, but he'd never been so ready to burst after only kisses and touches. They hadn't even gotten to the good stuff yet. Spike moved his mouth lower, trailing fevered kisses across Xander's shaking abdomen, dipping his tongue into the grooves of hard muscle, nipping lightly at the goosepimpled skin. He dipped his tongue into Xander's navel, and the boy let out a hoarse groan, his hands clutching at the sheets on either side of him as Spike pressed him onto his back, leaning over him. Then his mouth started to move lower, and Xandre broke the silence of the room.
"Spike," he pleaded as the vampire began to lower his boxers.
"Yeah, luv?" Spike's voice was husky with passion, and he turned to train his ocean blue eyes on Xander's chocolate brown ones. He saw the doubt, the fear, there in those dark pools, and he pulled himself back up so he was nose to nose with the mortal. He kissed him lightly. "It's okay. Xander, do you want this?" The boy said nothing, only stared up into Spike's eyes. "Because I want this. Very much. I would like nothing more that to be here, with you, tonight. Please?" //Please? You're begging now? Bloody Wanker.// Spike clamped down on the voices in his head. This was what Xander needed to hear. And it was true. This was what Spike wanted, more than anything.
In answer, Xander leaned his head up to kiss Spike again. Their passion was rejuvenated, not that it had ever waned. Spike moved back down Xander's body, trailing kisses back to the waistband of those white boxers, then slowly pulled them down and off Xander's legs. He feasted his eyes on the jutting erection, and gasped. Xander's body, laid open and bare for him, bronzed body on dark sheets, his mouth open, eyes dark with desire, was enough to drive him mad.
"Wanna taste you, Xander," was all he said. Then he began to trail cool kisses across Xander's pelvic bone, and Xander hissed, thrusting his hips up unconsciously, eyes never leaving Spike's.
Xander wanted to watch. He wanted to watch as Spike trailed that cool, devilish mouth across his flaming body, easing the burn yet making it worse at the same time. Spike trailed his tongue all around Xander's hips and groin, but never touched that aching part of him that pleaded for release.
Finally, Spike's mouth descended over the weeping tip of Xander's hard cock, his tongue swirling around the head. Xander let out a cry, and Spike pressed his hands down on the boy's hips to keep him from thrusting up. He wanted to prolong his lover's pleasure. Slowly, endlessly, he pressed his cool, wet, mouth down, taking Xander in millimeter by millimeter, feeling the throbbing as blood pounded, rushing through his veins. Spike was drunk on the heady sensation of taking his lover into his mouth, tasting the bitter coppery taste of his precum while the boy moaned and begged senselessly for him to stop the exquisite torture, to never, ever stop. Spike began to move his head up and down on Xander's rigid cock. He took it all the way down to the root, again and again, as Xander's head thrashed on the pillow. Spike could feel the wiry hairs at the base of Xander's stiff member as he swept down and up again, faster than before. He moved one hand down, under Xander's leg, clutching at his tense buttock, then finally moved one finger in to play at the puckered opening between his cheeks. Xander's entire world flashed white, and all he could feel was Spike's mouth, his hand, his cool, perfect touch. With a strangled cry, Xander's hips leapt off the bed, and he filled Spike's mouth with his hot seed, throbbing and jerking in the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced.
Spike swallowed deeply, making sure he got every drop, and also making sure to swallow against the head of Xander's jerking cock, invoking sensations Xander hadn't even known existed. Finally, Spike finished cleaning his cock of every remnant of his release, and trailed gentle kisses up his body, nuzzling at his neck as Xander panted, trying to form some coherent thought.
Spike sat up, breathing hard himself, though he didn't need to. Xander's release had been intense, and Spike needed to feel that as well, but he wouldn't push the boy. He lifted his head from Xander's pulsing throat, and stared into those brown eyes, lids low with exhaustion.
"Tasty, pet," Spike told him, and Xander flushed. Spike licked his lips before placing a small kiss on Xander's mouth. Xander pushed his tongue into the vampire's mouth, and could taste the bitterness of himself, but it wasn't altogether unpleasant. Spike smiled around the kiss, and pressed his insistent arousal against Xander's slack thigh unconsciously. Xander trailed a hand down Spike's chest, then to the button fly of his tight black jeans. Spike pressed forward with pleasure as Xander began to fumble with the buttons, then pushed them past Spike's pale hipbones. When they were around his knees, Xander returned his mouth to Spike's, and placed one hand on the pale chest, pushing Spike to lay on his back. Then he began to roll Spike's tiny pink nipple in his fingers, and the vampire arched up, the heat of Xander's hands igniting new fires in his loins.
Xander snaked his other hand down, down, to lace through the coarse hairs at the base of Spike's protruding arousal. Spike whimpered into Xander's lips, not breaking the kiss. Finally, Xander wrapped a hot hand around Spike's erection and slowly began pumping it up and down. Spike cried out at the tremendous pleasure he felt at Xander's touch. Xander's hand sped up, quickly finding Spike's release. His cock spurted thick streams of his seed over his belly, over Xander's hand, and over the bed sheets, and he cried out as stars danced behind his eyes. Xander grinned sheepishly as Spike opened his eyes, and the vampire pulled him down for a searing kiss. Finally, he let Xander go, and turned him around so that Spike was curled into his back, both men touching from head to toe. Xander fell asleep to Spike's soft, contented purring.