Title:  Interlude: Rooftop Romp
Series: Camping Days
Author: Bonster
Email: angelxanderforever@hotmail.com
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Website: http://www.geocities.com/angelxanderforever
Archive: on my site, the lists it’s posted to, and anywhere else, just let me know. I like knowing where these boys play.
Pairings: S/X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. They belong to Joss "God" Whedon. Oh and ME, Kuzui, Fox, etc.
Spoilers: Spike is a vampire. Xander is a human.
Summary: AU. Xander and Spike have been visiting one another off and on for seven months since the events in Camping Days, however, this visit is a bit more eventful. Alternating POV’s.
Notes: 1) Camping Days: http://www.geocities.com/angelxanderforever/campingdays.html
2) The actual sequel, Camping Days II, will come out in the next couple of weeks. Meanwhile, here ya go! Enjoy!
3) Thanks to Helen for the beta! Any mistakes are my own moronic mishap.



Spike was swaying on the balls of his feet. Bus terminals had always bothered him. Something about not having complete control over the destination or the time it took to get there, just unsettled him. Plus the stations were never in a good part of town. Keeping this in mind, Spike kept glancing out one window toward his car, then back to the loading bay.

He had thought he was going to be late because of the stupid vacuum cleaner blowing up, but luckily it had exploded on a rug, which he just threw into the dumpster on his way out.

His house was in good shape. A demon named Lorne had heard Spike singing one night and, about to go on a tour around the world anyway, had given Spike the keys and the deed to his house, promising even to keep up the payments on the taxes and other things. Spike had been living in it for months now.

Smiling, he thought about Xander. Today was the beginning of Xander’s first visit in over a month - a month of complete hell for Spike.

First, he had gotten tainted blood from the local butcher. The blood had caused him to spend a week yelling at a spot on the wall, that was apparently an irate apparition who claimed to be Pope Innocent III and constantly complained about the European Union, with rare interjections as to how proud he was of his Frederick.

Spike, had in the fast, found popes to be rather interesting, but discussing matters with one daily was beyond annoying.

The second unfortunate event that happened during the month, was that his television had broken. Not being able to afford a new one, he took to watching from the roof of his house, hoping someone would be watching soap operas, or even a football game. However, the only football his neighbors ever watched, involved first downs and wide receivers.

The third, and most terrible part of his month, had been the dreams. He’d had dreams of Xander every night. Incredibly hot, often sickly sweet, and even some in which Xander let him have a small taste of his blood.

He and his boyfriend had yet to experience naked time, and it was killing the vampire. Yes, they had humped each other silly a couple of months ago. Spike had even gotten Xander’s zipper halfway down, before they were interrupted by Xander’s parents banging on his door, telling him dinner was ready.

But seven months since their first date and no hanky-panky? He knew Xander had needed time, but This. Was. Ridiculous.

#####

Xander squirmed in his seat. The bus had run into traffic, and he was becoming far too familiar with Gus’ Grab-N-Go Gas Station.

He was already anxious. The time since he had last seen Spike had been hell - utter and complete hell.

His great uncle Gurney had passed away, and that had brought his entire family to the largest house closest to the funeral - The Harris’.

He’d been condemned to share his room with his twin cousins, Don and Juan. Both were thirteen, and constant pains in his ass. It was bad enough dealing with kids their age while at Camp Somnium Fjord, but after two weeks of their stereo snores, farting contests, fascination with placing bugs in Xander’s bedding, and threats to wet the bed if Xander didn’t take them to the movies; Xander was going to kill them.

The worst had been when Xander had come home from his part-time job at the ice cream parlor, to find that Don had found one of the two pictures he had of Spike and - Xander shuddered at the memory - used a black permanent marker to draw a long, twirly mustache and gaudy glasses, also attaching one of those caption bubbles that read, “Geeks-R-Us”.

Sure, looking back, it was funny, but at the time, he had felt part of his world shrink, and had wanted to cry.

The second event that had made his life miserable, was the dreaming. He would dream about Spike every night. Sure, they hadn’t gone far in person - not even a blow job - but the dreams carried things much further.

Xander was just lucky his cousins were gone by the time the dreams began causing him to wake up a little damp and sticky. He longed to act out some of his dreams, but wondered if Spike would feel the same way.

Now here he was, sitting in an immobile bus, half an hour away from his boyfriend, who might very possibly be his lover after this trip. Allowing himself a nervous laugh, Xander turned the volume on his headphones to the maximum level, and sat back, trying to relax.

#####

Spike saw Xander coming down the steps of the bus and felt completely giddy. Months ago, he would never have thought he would experience an emotion that could properly be called “giddy”, but on each trip he or Xander made, those first moments of eye-contact always made his stomach do some weird, human, fluttering thing.

Expecting Xander to stand by the side of the bus to claim luggage, as he usually did, he was surprised to find himself engulfed in a tight embrace.

“God, Spike, I’ve missed you,” Xander breathed into his ear.

Spike grinned against Xander’s neck. “Missed you, too, luv.”

Pulling away slightly, Xander locked eyes with Spike. They got lost in each other, each seeing the relief and joy at being in the other’s arms.

Xander was the first to break the eye-contact by leaning forward, nuzzling his nose against Spike’s.

Spike inhaled Xander’s tangy scent - reveling in this easy, and yet intimate, simple act. The aroma always made him feel comforted and tucked in - wanted and somehow safe.

Spike chuckled mentally. Him, a vampire, feeling like that around a human - a teenage human no less. Wonders never cease.

#####

“Also, the idiot box ain’t working,” Spike said.

Xander quickly felt his initial calm at being with Spike fly out the window and make itself ready to be sent as far away as possible by clinging to the mailbox Spike had narrowly missed. Spike had also run four stop signs, one stop light, rudely gestured an old lady (who promptly threw an egg from her basket at the car), and last, but certainly not least, Spike had told him about the television. The wind that had already trickled into a slight breeze, was now someplace other than Xander’s sails.

“No television? As in no television?” Xander flinched as Spike drove past another stop sign, causing the blaring of several horns.

“S’right. Sorry and all. Never had time to fix it.”

Xander blinked a few times and then looked at Spike, who flashed him an apologetic smile.

They always watched a lot of movies and caught soap operas, sports and sitcoms when they were together. They never played board games or cards. Truth or dare or the like would become boring with only the two of them. What were they going to do without the television?

#####

Spike didn’t like it when Xander was upset - it usually required some form of chocolate, and Spike was all out. Sighing, he stepped inside his house, Xander following close behind.

Spike told Xander about watching television from the roof and how sometimes the woman next door, who had a big screen TV, would watch something of interest, but warned him that she mostly watched Murder, She Wrote or Matlock.

Taking Xander’s bag into the bedroom, Spike asked, “Which side this time?”

Xander looked thoughtfully at the bed. The choice was between the side with only the nightstand or the side with the very small table and very large lamp. Bet he’ll choose the nightstand side, Spike thought.

“The left.”

Spike smiled. He loved being able to predict his boyfriend’s choices. He had to get his kicks somehow.

While Xander put his hygiene things, including his South Park toothbrush, in the bathroom, Spike pulled out the young man’s pajamas. Spike frowned. These were new. Lifting them to his nose, he could smell they had never been washed. Shrugging, he lay them on the pillow.

Chuckling at the routine of domesticity they went through at the beginning of every visit, Spike set out Xander’s special Garfield glass for any late night water cravings.

Xander finally came out of the bathroom, smelling more minty than when he went in.

Spike smirked. “You and your teeth.”

“Well, you know, pearly whites and pink gums are the ‘in’ thing among us human types.” Xander came over to Spike, wrapping his arms around his vampire’s waist.

“Oh are they? Hadn’t noticed. Don’t really go after anyone for their teeth. Unless one’s name is Xander, and then those teeth belong to me anyway.”

Spike nuzzled Xander’s neck. Feeling Xander’s soft laugh, Spike raised his head, giving the young man with the beautiful brown eyes a coy expression.

Leaning forward, Spike captured Xander’s lips for a long kiss.

#####

Xander loved kissing Spike. Soft, strong lips that Xander felt somehow all the way down to his toes.

After bringing their tongues into play however, Xander knew this kiss was getting too heated. Sure, he wanted to act on his dreams, but he didn’t feel this was quite the moment.

“Mmmph. Spike,” Xander said, using his arms to push Spike away slightly.

Spike frowned questioningly at him. Xander ran his fingers along Spike’s cheek in a soothing manner. “Not yet, okay?”

He saw a flash of confusion in Spike’s sapphire eyes, quickly replaced with an amused glint. “A new record, luv. Last time, I at least got your shirt off before you stopped me.”

Xander playfully hit Spike’s arm. “Whatever. Now, get me some grub. I know I’ve told you more than once that the way to a man’s, uh, heart, yeah heart, is through his stomach,” Xander declared, exiting the bedroom and heading toward the kitchen. Glancing back at Spike he said, “And no, not the belly button way, no matter how many times you’ve really done it that way, you horrid creature of the night.”

#####

Having scrounged up food for Xander, Spike got the blankets and the pillows ready for rooftop television viewing. Xander had agreed to it, seeing as there was nothing else except making out as an option.

Spike sighed. He wouldn’t mind just making out. Yeah. Right. The memory of his dreams kept pushing into his vision, making him want to scream, snarl, and weep with frustration.

Deciding television was the best answer and seeing Xander take the last bit of whatever those leftovers were, he led his boyfriend up the stairs to the window in his room that gave the easiest access to the roof.

Spike gestured toward the window in the most gentlemanly way he could - one hand on Xander’s lower back pushing him toward the open window, and the other hand pointing up.

Spike heard Xander give an exaggerated sigh before the brunette started climbing out the window.

#####

Xander was willing to give “Roof Telly Watching” a chance, but he wasn’t looking forward to it, other than the fact that he’d be sitting and spending time with Spike. He liked his TV with sound, and the only sound they would be hearing would be the lovely chirp of crickets and the wail of random sirens.

When Spike arrived on the roof, Xander took the blanket from him. He damn well knew that if Spike had control of settling the blanket, he would be the one who would have to make do with Lumpville.

Spike was standing, turning in a small circle, scouting out for a good TV show or movie. “Ah ha! We’re in luck, luv! The neighbor lady is watching some sort of old movie that looks like it’s just beginning. How ‘bout it?” Spike said, motioning toward the nearby house.

Nodding, Xander wiggled onto his carefully settled and perfect blanket. Reaching into the small bag he had grabbed just before climbing out the window, he found and retrieved his Reese’s Pieces.

Spike settled down by his side, leaning into him slightly. Xander watched from the corner of his eye, as Spike lifted a soft hand to pull an errant lock of hair behind his ear. Leaning into the touch, Xander smiled. Spike’s small touches, which displayed such affection, were what made his days so much brighter.

#####

Had he been breathing, Spike’s breath would have whooshed out of him. As it was, the mere whisper of breath vampire’s possessed, went the opposite way, barreling all the way to his stomach.

He’d received a lot of Xander’s smiles, and they were usually pleasant. But just sometimes, there would be that certain smile, reserved for a completely private moment between them. When Xander smiled at Spike with such warmth those precious times, everything around stopped and all Spike wanted was to be able to remain sunken in that moment forever.

However, the dog that started barking, causing a cat or other small animal to crash into trash cans, had other ideas.

Mirroring mock-dejected smiles at one another, they turned their attention to the movie.

Forty-five minutes later, after predictable plot twists and horribly lame acting, the kissing scene arrived in all its b-movie glory.

Spike and Xander both giggled at the immobile faces smashed together.

Spike decided this was a perfect time to get another kiss out of Xander. Mischievously leering, he leaned forward and whispered into Xander’s ear, “We can do better than that, yeah?”

#####

Xander shivered at the husky tone. Turning his head, he licked his lips, before gently placing them against Spike’s.

Falling so quickly into the kiss, Xander was overwhelmed with touch and taste. Spike’s lips were in between and around his lips all at once. There was no world beyond of the top of his chin and bottom of his nose.

One of Spike’s hands was running idly through his hair, while the other held his hand, thumb gently rubbing against the soft skin.

Xander’s tongue sought a path between Spike’s lips - his tongue slowly lapping and teasing, pulling back as a bottom lip followed it.

Feeling Spike moan at last, Xander quickly darted his tongue into the partially opened mouth.

Spike launched a counter-attack and a battle of tongues was on - twirling, leaping, slowly sliding, and lazily rolling inside one another’s mouths.

Xander whimpered when he felt Spike’s hand leave his hair and move to his side, edging toward the hem of his shirt.

Xander realized something, as Spike nibbled at his jaw-line. This was it. The moment was now. Under the stars and on Spike’s roof, with only the woman next door having a perfectly clear view. Perfect final step moment.

Spike was now sucking on Xander’s earlobe. Gasping, Xander whispered to Spike, “Off. Now.”

#####

Spike paused his exploration of Xander’s ear canal, to lean back and look at Xander. He was telling him to move off?

Seeing Xander’s exasperated head-shake and watching as Xander pulled up his shirt, Spike got it. Wants my shirt off, too, then?

An indescribably joyful feeling bubbled up his spine. Xander wanted him naked! Or at least partially naked!

Once both shirts were thrown out of the way, they again began their passionate kissing.

Spike always knew Xander’s skin and lips would be like heaven, but experiencing them in an onslaught such as this - the vampire was nearly stunned.

Not stunned enough however, to look out of the corner of his eye to make sure the small basket he had brought with him was still beside them. The basket contained lube - and a pair of handcuffs, but those were for later. ‘Much’ later.

Returning his attention to the lovely vision before him, he gave in to the urge to run his fingers across the bronzed torso. Feeling satisfaction as Xander moaned under his touches, he latched onto the mouth, just as the last sounds of the moan were fading. Spike shoved his tongue inside, lapping around the cheeks to the gums, to the blunt teeth, sliding along Xander’s tongue, which was undulating in small waves.

Gasping, Spike felt Xander’s hands running along his back, then to his front, tracing small circles in the curves and lines of Spike’s abdomen. The slightly unsure hands approached Spike’s nipples, ghosting soft, feather-like touches back and forth across the pebbled flesh.

Spike’s own hands had moved to Xander’s waistband, waiting for an unknown signal.

#####

Xander was enjoying the feel of Spike surrounding him. He knew he wanted more, however. Recalling one particular dream, he smirked as he brought his nails down Spike’s back, almost, but not quite breaking the skin.

Spike hissed in pleasure and arched into him. Xander chuckled into the cool mouth. His tongue was being rubbed practically raw by Spike’s forceful licks.

Xander felt Spike melt against him. Maybe it was the fact that the roof was still warm from the sun, or maybe there was a huge amount of friction with the blanket. In any case, Xander realized, as he now made an oral assault on Spike’s ear, that this was ‘the’ time. They really were going to do ‘it’. Sure, he had thought that moments ago, but the situation he was currently in was purposefully building up to… ‘that’. With this last thought, Xander came to a halt.

Taking a breath before he spoke, “Spike?” Xander looked down at Spike, who was licking a path across his chest.

“Yeah?” Lick.

“Spike? Is… ? Are… ?” Xander gulped. “Now?”

Spike was looking at him, eyes narrowed slightly searching for something. Apparently finding what he was looking for, Spike gave Xander a hard kiss, then spoke. “Yes, pet. Now.”

Then Spike pushed Xander onto his back, keeping their lips tight together, and proceeded to show Xander that stars weren’t only found in the night sky.


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