Festival!verse: we have penetration
Jul. 16th, 2006 09:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thatotherpervsorry this got left for a while. due to some personal stuff, there was a disturbing lack of smut in my head last week. it was sad.
but now I'm back, and all beta'd up. thanks sparrow!
no special warnings for this chapter...it's not quite as naughty as the installments before, or the ones to come. Spike and I took a break on the kid for his first time. true dirtybadwrongness will resume shortly.
Festival!verse
Author: Mel (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
btvslover82)
Pairing: Spander primarily; a smattering of other pairings, including S/other and X/other, but telling you which would ruin half the fun. Het, slash and femslash
Rating: NC-17 slash
Summary: human AU; Xander goes to a multi-day music festival to celebrate his 16th birthday alone and runs across a dubiously intentioned older Spike <coughs>
Warning: underage sex, obviously. Erm. Anything else that might come along, I’ll warn about later. Added to the list later: pairings other than spander, incl het, daddy!kink, drug use, exhibitionism/voyeurism
Disclaimer: the characters belong to Joss and ME...alas, alack.
Feedback: please :)
now beta'd bysparrow2000. thanks so much, honey!
previous installments are here
Part 4
Spike ducked into his tent after Xander, who was standing up inside the high crown, looking awkward. Spike squatted to flip on his lamp.
“Well uh…this is big.” The boy had sobered up a little. Gotten a little nervous and begun stating the obvious.
“Mmm,” Spike agreed. “All the better for seducing unsuspecting young things.” When he threw the boy’s earlier words back teasingly, the lad blushed three shades of red. Interesting.
When Xander had ambushed Spike about his dubious intentions this morning before he could even rub the sleep out of his eyes, the kid had, frankly, shocked the hell out of him—not an easy task these days. Spike hadn’t expected Xander to spot the puppet strings. Wouldn’t expect the game to be apparent to someone as naïve as that. Certainly, Spike had taken boys more tarnished than this shiny penny that had known the score, but they’d also known enough to keep their mouths shut.
No one ever spoke of it so bluntly except Spike’s mates, so his shock had been two-fold: that Xander would recognize the tryst for what it was, and that Xander would have the balls to bring it up. As it turned out, the kid had both, which inspired both respect and wariness in Spike, and ruined all of his lovely plans of some horizontal morning frottage. In fact, he’d almost scrapped the whole thing altogether, in a moment of panic. But really, what did it matter if the boy knew he wasn’t the one and only? Xander had certainly seemed level-headed about it, up until the point where he’d ruined his cool cover by blushing and stammering like the innocent Spike knew him to be. Hell, as Xander himself had pointed out, it would even be less complicated this way—no messy goodbyes where Spike would have to fend off future plans.
Xander was exactly what Spike had taken him for, but also…he was more, somehow. His uppity courage seemed to desert him in Spike’s presence most of the time, but Spike had seen it all day, with the others. The boy had bonded with Willow over the silliest things, and seemed utterly oblivious to the possibility of making a fool of himself, even though Spike could see that he badly wanted everyone’s approval. Spike had watched the kid taunt Darla, a bitch steely enough to make a grown man’s balls shrink, and he’d taken a right funny jab at Angel as well. Hell, Xander had even won Cordelia over, and Spike knew that she came with a firm six-month hazing period before she melted and exposed her gooey compassionate center. He’d watched with amusement as the lad had tenaciously flirted with Cordy in a way that was both charming and guileless, until she had literally given up on being a bitch. Now that was a notable accomplishment.
It was all very perplexing. And shockingly attractive. The boy’s transient gutsiness might even rival his soft doe eyes for sheer shaggability.
And after all that, Xander stood in Spike’s tent looking green around the gills, tight-lipped and serious. Because despite his sometime bravado, Xander was what Spike had taken him for: a nervous virgin. And Spike would handle him as such.
Spike tugged Xander down until he sat between Spike’s squatting thighs. He stroked the side of the boy’s face and studied his pupils in the dim lamplight.
“You ok, pet?” Xander nodded. “A bit more sober?”
The boy nodded and murmured, “Yeah, I think so.”
“Good.” Spike tugged Xander forward and kissed him, mouthed at his flushed lips, burning away the uncertainty on the young face with a little tenderness. He was glad he’d caught the lad before he’d popped any of the X that Oz had handed over. Spike knew his lot favored it from time to time, but Spike didn’t find much use for the stuff himself. And he definitely didn’t want any of the boys he brought around taking that shite unless they had experience. Nasty way to lose your virginity, that.
Spike’s tongue teased the roof of Xander’s mouth as he gathered the boy’s t-shirt up with stroking fingers. He broke contact to pull the shirt off over the dark head, then reached back to the scruff of his own neck to tug off his own.
“Why don’t we just make clothing a thing of the past altogether, yeah?” Spike teased as he reached for his own fly, jerking his chin for Xander to remove his pants. There was blushing, and head-ducking, and finally, nudity.
Spike grinned good-naturedly and crawled forward between Xander’s legs until the boy scooted back onto the sleeping bag and retreated conveniently onto his back. Spike rubbed his whole body against all that skin, face hovering just above Xander’s. His tongue pressed up to the front of his mouth teasingly, and Xander was predictably pink.
This time, the lantern was staying on. Spike wanted to see every one of those blushes. No one around to see their silhouettes anyway—no one they didn’t already know, at any rate.
Spike continued frotting against Xander as the boy took big gasps of air. Spike had the distinct and amusing impression that Xander was running multiplication tables or footy scores or what-have-you in his head.
“You are a tasty little morsel,” Spike murmured with a twist of his hips, and a little cry escaped Xander’s lips. Delectable. “Back or knees?” Spike asked.
Bleary hazel eyes peered up into his. “What?”
“Which way?” Spike clarified obliquely as he continued to slip-slide on Xander’s body. “This way, or from behind.”
“Oh,” Xander said, flushing. He closed his eyes. “This way.”
Spike nodded to himself, and hitched one of the boy’s legs smoothly around his hip. Xander stiffened, but Spike was hardly going to take him just like that, so gradually he relaxed again as Spike rubbed their bodies together and brushed a hot open mouth against his throat. When the boy was moaning and rubbing back against him, Spike pulled away and sat up between his lax thighs.
Hazel eyes opened and fixed on him warily. The boy’s stomach muscles clenched in a nervous ripple when Spike rolled his thighs up against his chest to expose his bottom. Xander’s eyes closed, for courage.
“What do you want, Xander?” Spike ran a teasing finger up the boy’s cock and then pinched his nipple, and the slender body shuddered, chest rising and falling with the exertion of being touched and liking it.
“You.”
Spike tssked, and grinned when Xander opened his eyes and looked annoyed, knees drawn up and body open. “Gonna have to be a mite more specific, just so we’re all clear. All…consenting adults.” He smirked over the last word. Cocked a brow.
Xander shut his eyes again and swallowed as Spike’s lone finger meandered from cock to balls to pretty pink pucker. “I want you to….” He whined with the frustration of not wanting to say the word. “Inside me,” Xander finally said, flaming red.
“Good lad,” Spike murmured, and took pity on his hot cheeks by crawling forward to bestow a kiss on his parted lips. Spike rolled to the side enough to look down as he pushed past the resistant flesh with one slick finger, watching himself disappear into the boy. “Inside…like this?” he teased.
“Oh,” Xander lilted, not even the full syllable. No ‘h,’ just the vowel, as though he were too surprised by the sensation of Spike inside to finish the sound. The boy’s eyes were shut and fluttering, and his mouth gaped. He was beautiful in his shock. In the self-absorption of this moment.
Still watching Xander’s face, Spike found and pressed against that special trigger that changed the world irrevocably. Xander reared up and whinnied like a frightened colt, but Spike knew it wasn’t fear. It was unanticipated sensation. Pleasure.
“Oh,” he gaped. “Please. Please, do…that.”
Spike heard Faith laugh outside the thin wall, because she was otherwise unoccupied now and the boy was actually quite loud. But Xander was oblivious, as Spike fulfilled his request and stretched him further with another finger. His greedy hands were clutching at Spike’s biceps, and he stretched his torso backwards as though he intended to pull himself up into a bridge position.
Might be interesting, though a bit too precarious for a first go.
When Spike began to stretch the boy in earnest, Xander’s eyebrows drew together and he hummed and snuffled, and Spike had to smile, had to. Had to smile and laugh quietly, delighted with the eager and strange noises the kid was making.
When Spike was satisfied that the boy was wide open and lubricated, he pulled away and rolled on a condom while he pumped Xander’s cock absently.
“Xander,” he called softly. The boy hummed, but it didn’t seem like a response to the sound so much as the sensation. Spike stopped touching his cock and zipped a light finger up the arch of the foot bobbing freely in the air.
Xander jerked and his eyes flew open.
“Hi,” Spike laughed.
“Erm. Hi,” Xander mumbled, scarlet once again.
Spike crawled up the boy’s horny body and rubbed his face against that hot cheek, nipping at his ear. “You ready for this?” Spike rubbed his cock along the boy’s cleft with a firm grip.
Xander twitched, as though he’d only been dreaming of Spike’s fingers up his arse, and now yes, wow, there was a solid prick there, about to be inside. There were a few beats of flustered silence, as Spike continued to caress him, cock against his arse and lips against his throat.
“Um,” Xander said coherently, voice shaking a tad. “We need a condom.”
Spike smiled against the boy’s throat, genuinely, and he came very close to cheering Xander’s clear-headedness, or courage. It was a rare thing in Spike’s experience, for a boy like Xander to bring it up.
“Never go without one, luv,” Spike murmured.
“Oh. Then um, I guess, I’m ready.” Spike was a hair’s breadth away from Xander’s lips, and those dark eyes flitted everywhere except up into Spike’s eyes. Spike cupped the boy’s face, as though it would steady his vision somehow, and his lips bridged the gap between them. Hazel eyes snapped dead center to his own and held as Spike pushed forward, slow, lips moving absently on Xander’s as he felt the boy tremor around his cock. Xander tensed and whimpered, and Spike slowed even further.
Bugger. Glaciers went at a faster clip.
When Spike had finally slid all the way home, he stilled. Xander broke away from his mouth and held his eyes for a beat longer, until his wide-eyed gaze skipped down between his own bent thighs to where he and Spike were connected. The boy just stared, taking rapid, shallow breaths, face twitching once or twice into a near-expression.
Spike shushed him kindly like a skittish little creature when his eyes slid shut. The boy’s muscles were flexing rhythmically around Spike’s cock, squeezing him, as if he weren’t bloody tight enough already, but Spike barely moved to breathe. He was a little concerned about the boy’s reaction.
Spike was just about to ask if Xander was alright, when the lad spoke first. “So this…is what the casing for a summer sausage feels like,” he panted, cheeks flushed and voice on the edge of discomfort and pleasure and humor.
When the joke connected up with Spike’s brain, he gawked in utter shock. Had he just…this little git…Spike was in near pain from being patient, and this little shit was making jokes? “Bloody…are you….”
Comparing Spike’s member to an unappetizing conglomeration of leftover animal bits…Of all the bloody….
Abruptly, Spike’s stuttering anger gave way to great rolls of laughter, and he collapsed down onto his forearms, head bowed, stomach cramping with hilarity as he tried not to jar the body beneath him. Xander’s eyes opened in surprise and then his face split in a huge grin, and he started to laugh as well. They were both guffawing now, and Spike could feel tears building in the corners of his eyes, and he was strangely aware of how quiet it was outside the tent.
Eventually their mirth died out in a few gasping hiccoughs of laughter, and Spike’s cheeks hurt from smiling. He looked down at the relaxed face beneath his and shook his head. “Un-bloody-believable,” he said, sounding as amused and disbelieving as he felt. But the muscles around his cock were looser, and the boy’s whole body was lax and receptive. No longer afraid. The moment had done a better job than he ever might.
Still, it was a little insulting, he thought to himself grudgingly. Cheeky boy.
“I’ll bet a bloody sausage can’t do this,” he found himself muttering, and Xander nearly burst into laughter again, but Spike quickly withdrew and slammed home, hitting his intended mark. Xander’s eyes rolled back and his mouth froze in a satisfyingly respectful sound of pleasure. “Could it?” Spike couldn’t resist prompting.
Xander shook his head desperately as Spike pumped out and back again. The boy jerked with the impact to his prostate, but smiled crookedly, as though responding to an inside joke.
“What?” Spike demanded.
“Nothing, it’s just…we’re comparing your dick to a sausage. It seems kinda Freudian.”
Spike coughed, wanting to snicker all over again. “Cheeky,” he muttered, and sealed his mouth to Xander’s, so that there could be no more talking as he began to build a rhythm in the lad’s body. Xander clamped down on Spike in a way that was heavenly, and Spike raised himself up in a chest press for better leverage. Xander whimpered at the slow steady roll of his hips.
“Ok?” Spike panted. The boy nodded deliriously. Spike’s eyes swept down and lingered, enjoying the view.
When he looked back up, Xander was watching as well.
“Oh god.”
Spike grinned, watching the flush creep up the boy’s sweaty face.
“You’re really fucking me.” Xander said it like it was a real revelation. A shocking discovery. Spike’s grin widened.
“Yeah, I really am,” he confirmed with gusto. When Xander’s wide eyes met his, he winked, pulled the boy’s legs around his waist and then began to fuck him in earnest, with fast snapping hips.
The dark head fell back against the old sleeping bag with a hard swallow. The pace was too fast for Xander cry out in time with Spike’s thrusting, but bless the lad for trying. The needy little sounds were punctuated with words like “good” and “god” and “fuck.” Spike’s balls were tight and he was oddly clear-headed and honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good.
When he began to play idly with the pretty cock laying against Xander’s stomach, the boy’s senseless word-babble accelerated and his body bucked up like a wild thing, which made Spike laugh and bite his lip. More purposeful stroking earned him a sigh and a gasp and a shudder, and then pre-orgasmic clenching began around his cock.
Xander came with a shout all over his belly and Spike managed two more rough uneven thrusts before his own brain blew to pretty bits, and he collapsed down with an icky squish between them.
“You,” Spike panted enthusiastically, “are a bloody good shag, Xanderrr….”
“Harris,” the boy muttered gamely.
“Right,” Spike slurred tiredly. “Bloody good.”
“O-kay,” Xander agreed absently, and within seconds, he was snoring.
Spike chuckled to himself, rolled off and did a half-arsed job of tidying them both before he slipped from consciousness himself.
~*~*~*~
Spike awoke to find himself snuggled armlessly against a back that someday would be quite broad, but for now was merely lanky. Armlessly, because his arms were trapped between their bodies, not because they had fallen off in the night. Though after that shag, he wouldn’t have been shocked to suffer injury.
Spike must have huddled nearer to the heat the boy gave off like a furnace sometime during the night. Neither of them had thought to crawl into the sleeping bag before they’d passed out, and they were both naked, and it was bloody cold in the early morning in the California desert, even in June. Spike tugged the zipper of the sleeping bag down, and squirmed inside the half of the bag not under Xander, throwing his arm over his face to block out the light.
“SPIKE!!!!!”
Angel’s bellowing voice rang out in the camp, quite close by, in a horribly bad rendition of Streetcar Named Desire. Spike cracked an eye irritably, and promptly shut it against the brightness.
When Angel screamed again, the boy jerked awake beside him. “Wazzizprblm.”
“Mmmm,” Spike answered, and Xander seemed to take that as an actual reply. Good lad.
The matter was clarified seconds later, by the loud and growling voice coming from just outside the tent wall.
“There’s come on my t-shirt.”
Xander snickered in surprise on the other side of him, snorting through his nose. Spike thought of his improvised shield for Xander’s hand job the night before and grinned, and started laughing himself, without leaving the dark safety of the crook of own arm.
The disembodied voice was unamused. “Spike! Why is there come on my black t-shirt?!” it demanded.
“Because…someone came on it?” Spike supplied helpfully. He and Xander immediately burst into howling laughter, and Angel stomped away, muttering things that were hazardous to Spike’s future health and well-being.
When the laughter petered away inside the tent, Spike risked a side-eyed peek from the cave of his arm, in Xander’s direction. “Morning,” he murmured at the hazel eyes looking back.
The boy stretched in a way that Spike felt sure was not meant to be enticing, yet did the job remarkably well. Xander yawned. “Morning.”
Spike smirked and sat up, thumping Xander on the leg. “We’d best get out there, before Peaches pisses all over our Cheerios.”
Xander laughed, and then paused when Spike began to dress hurriedly without laughing back. “Wait, you’re kidding right?”
Spike just shrugged as he climbed out the open tent flap, pulling on his boots. Spike left the boy to blink dazedly at the possibility that he was not, smirking to himself when Xander suddenly began to scramble about with the fear of God that his brekky was in grave and mortal danger.
another day, another shag...the boys are still getting busy, over here
but now I'm back, and all beta'd up. thanks sparrow!
no special warnings for this chapter...it's not quite as naughty as the installments before, or the ones to come. Spike and I took a break on the kid for his first time. true dirtybadwrongness will resume shortly.
Festival!verse
Author: Mel (
btvslover82)Pairing: Spander primarily; a smattering of other pairings, including S/other and X/other, but telling you which would ruin half the fun. Het, slash and femslash
Rating: NC-17 slash
Summary: human AU; Xander goes to a multi-day music festival to celebrate his 16th birthday alone and runs across a dubiously intentioned older Spike <coughs>
Warning: underage sex, obviously. Erm. Anything else that might come along, I’ll warn about later. Added to the list later: pairings other than spander, incl het, daddy!kink, drug use, exhibitionism/voyeurism
Disclaimer: the characters belong to Joss and ME...alas, alack.
Feedback: please :)
now beta'd by
sparrow2000. thanks so much, honey!previous installments are here
Part 4
Spike ducked into his tent after Xander, who was standing up inside the high crown, looking awkward. Spike squatted to flip on his lamp.
“Well uh…this is big.” The boy had sobered up a little. Gotten a little nervous and begun stating the obvious.
“Mmm,” Spike agreed. “All the better for seducing unsuspecting young things.” When he threw the boy’s earlier words back teasingly, the lad blushed three shades of red. Interesting.
When Xander had ambushed Spike about his dubious intentions this morning before he could even rub the sleep out of his eyes, the kid had, frankly, shocked the hell out of him—not an easy task these days. Spike hadn’t expected Xander to spot the puppet strings. Wouldn’t expect the game to be apparent to someone as naïve as that. Certainly, Spike had taken boys more tarnished than this shiny penny that had known the score, but they’d also known enough to keep their mouths shut.
No one ever spoke of it so bluntly except Spike’s mates, so his shock had been two-fold: that Xander would recognize the tryst for what it was, and that Xander would have the balls to bring it up. As it turned out, the kid had both, which inspired both respect and wariness in Spike, and ruined all of his lovely plans of some horizontal morning frottage. In fact, he’d almost scrapped the whole thing altogether, in a moment of panic. But really, what did it matter if the boy knew he wasn’t the one and only? Xander had certainly seemed level-headed about it, up until the point where he’d ruined his cool cover by blushing and stammering like the innocent Spike knew him to be. Hell, as Xander himself had pointed out, it would even be less complicated this way—no messy goodbyes where Spike would have to fend off future plans.
Xander was exactly what Spike had taken him for, but also…he was more, somehow. His uppity courage seemed to desert him in Spike’s presence most of the time, but Spike had seen it all day, with the others. The boy had bonded with Willow over the silliest things, and seemed utterly oblivious to the possibility of making a fool of himself, even though Spike could see that he badly wanted everyone’s approval. Spike had watched the kid taunt Darla, a bitch steely enough to make a grown man’s balls shrink, and he’d taken a right funny jab at Angel as well. Hell, Xander had even won Cordelia over, and Spike knew that she came with a firm six-month hazing period before she melted and exposed her gooey compassionate center. He’d watched with amusement as the lad had tenaciously flirted with Cordy in a way that was both charming and guileless, until she had literally given up on being a bitch. Now that was a notable accomplishment.
It was all very perplexing. And shockingly attractive. The boy’s transient gutsiness might even rival his soft doe eyes for sheer shaggability.
And after all that, Xander stood in Spike’s tent looking green around the gills, tight-lipped and serious. Because despite his sometime bravado, Xander was what Spike had taken him for: a nervous virgin. And Spike would handle him as such.
Spike tugged Xander down until he sat between Spike’s squatting thighs. He stroked the side of the boy’s face and studied his pupils in the dim lamplight.
“You ok, pet?” Xander nodded. “A bit more sober?”
The boy nodded and murmured, “Yeah, I think so.”
“Good.” Spike tugged Xander forward and kissed him, mouthed at his flushed lips, burning away the uncertainty on the young face with a little tenderness. He was glad he’d caught the lad before he’d popped any of the X that Oz had handed over. Spike knew his lot favored it from time to time, but Spike didn’t find much use for the stuff himself. And he definitely didn’t want any of the boys he brought around taking that shite unless they had experience. Nasty way to lose your virginity, that.
Spike’s tongue teased the roof of Xander’s mouth as he gathered the boy’s t-shirt up with stroking fingers. He broke contact to pull the shirt off over the dark head, then reached back to the scruff of his own neck to tug off his own.
“Why don’t we just make clothing a thing of the past altogether, yeah?” Spike teased as he reached for his own fly, jerking his chin for Xander to remove his pants. There was blushing, and head-ducking, and finally, nudity.
Spike grinned good-naturedly and crawled forward between Xander’s legs until the boy scooted back onto the sleeping bag and retreated conveniently onto his back. Spike rubbed his whole body against all that skin, face hovering just above Xander’s. His tongue pressed up to the front of his mouth teasingly, and Xander was predictably pink.
This time, the lantern was staying on. Spike wanted to see every one of those blushes. No one around to see their silhouettes anyway—no one they didn’t already know, at any rate.
Spike continued frotting against Xander as the boy took big gasps of air. Spike had the distinct and amusing impression that Xander was running multiplication tables or footy scores or what-have-you in his head.
“You are a tasty little morsel,” Spike murmured with a twist of his hips, and a little cry escaped Xander’s lips. Delectable. “Back or knees?” Spike asked.
Bleary hazel eyes peered up into his. “What?”
“Which way?” Spike clarified obliquely as he continued to slip-slide on Xander’s body. “This way, or from behind.”
“Oh,” Xander said, flushing. He closed his eyes. “This way.”
Spike nodded to himself, and hitched one of the boy’s legs smoothly around his hip. Xander stiffened, but Spike was hardly going to take him just like that, so gradually he relaxed again as Spike rubbed their bodies together and brushed a hot open mouth against his throat. When the boy was moaning and rubbing back against him, Spike pulled away and sat up between his lax thighs.
Hazel eyes opened and fixed on him warily. The boy’s stomach muscles clenched in a nervous ripple when Spike rolled his thighs up against his chest to expose his bottom. Xander’s eyes closed, for courage.
“What do you want, Xander?” Spike ran a teasing finger up the boy’s cock and then pinched his nipple, and the slender body shuddered, chest rising and falling with the exertion of being touched and liking it.
“You.”
Spike tssked, and grinned when Xander opened his eyes and looked annoyed, knees drawn up and body open. “Gonna have to be a mite more specific, just so we’re all clear. All…consenting adults.” He smirked over the last word. Cocked a brow.
Xander shut his eyes again and swallowed as Spike’s lone finger meandered from cock to balls to pretty pink pucker. “I want you to….” He whined with the frustration of not wanting to say the word. “Inside me,” Xander finally said, flaming red.
“Good lad,” Spike murmured, and took pity on his hot cheeks by crawling forward to bestow a kiss on his parted lips. Spike rolled to the side enough to look down as he pushed past the resistant flesh with one slick finger, watching himself disappear into the boy. “Inside…like this?” he teased.
“Oh,” Xander lilted, not even the full syllable. No ‘h,’ just the vowel, as though he were too surprised by the sensation of Spike inside to finish the sound. The boy’s eyes were shut and fluttering, and his mouth gaped. He was beautiful in his shock. In the self-absorption of this moment.
Still watching Xander’s face, Spike found and pressed against that special trigger that changed the world irrevocably. Xander reared up and whinnied like a frightened colt, but Spike knew it wasn’t fear. It was unanticipated sensation. Pleasure.
“Oh,” he gaped. “Please. Please, do…that.”
Spike heard Faith laugh outside the thin wall, because she was otherwise unoccupied now and the boy was actually quite loud. But Xander was oblivious, as Spike fulfilled his request and stretched him further with another finger. His greedy hands were clutching at Spike’s biceps, and he stretched his torso backwards as though he intended to pull himself up into a bridge position.
Might be interesting, though a bit too precarious for a first go.
When Spike began to stretch the boy in earnest, Xander’s eyebrows drew together and he hummed and snuffled, and Spike had to smile, had to. Had to smile and laugh quietly, delighted with the eager and strange noises the kid was making.
When Spike was satisfied that the boy was wide open and lubricated, he pulled away and rolled on a condom while he pumped Xander’s cock absently.
“Xander,” he called softly. The boy hummed, but it didn’t seem like a response to the sound so much as the sensation. Spike stopped touching his cock and zipped a light finger up the arch of the foot bobbing freely in the air.
Xander jerked and his eyes flew open.
“Hi,” Spike laughed.
“Erm. Hi,” Xander mumbled, scarlet once again.
Spike crawled up the boy’s horny body and rubbed his face against that hot cheek, nipping at his ear. “You ready for this?” Spike rubbed his cock along the boy’s cleft with a firm grip.
Xander twitched, as though he’d only been dreaming of Spike’s fingers up his arse, and now yes, wow, there was a solid prick there, about to be inside. There were a few beats of flustered silence, as Spike continued to caress him, cock against his arse and lips against his throat.
“Um,” Xander said coherently, voice shaking a tad. “We need a condom.”
Spike smiled against the boy’s throat, genuinely, and he came very close to cheering Xander’s clear-headedness, or courage. It was a rare thing in Spike’s experience, for a boy like Xander to bring it up.
“Never go without one, luv,” Spike murmured.
“Oh. Then um, I guess, I’m ready.” Spike was a hair’s breadth away from Xander’s lips, and those dark eyes flitted everywhere except up into Spike’s eyes. Spike cupped the boy’s face, as though it would steady his vision somehow, and his lips bridged the gap between them. Hazel eyes snapped dead center to his own and held as Spike pushed forward, slow, lips moving absently on Xander’s as he felt the boy tremor around his cock. Xander tensed and whimpered, and Spike slowed even further.
Bugger. Glaciers went at a faster clip.
When Spike had finally slid all the way home, he stilled. Xander broke away from his mouth and held his eyes for a beat longer, until his wide-eyed gaze skipped down between his own bent thighs to where he and Spike were connected. The boy just stared, taking rapid, shallow breaths, face twitching once or twice into a near-expression.
Spike shushed him kindly like a skittish little creature when his eyes slid shut. The boy’s muscles were flexing rhythmically around Spike’s cock, squeezing him, as if he weren’t bloody tight enough already, but Spike barely moved to breathe. He was a little concerned about the boy’s reaction.
Spike was just about to ask if Xander was alright, when the lad spoke first. “So this…is what the casing for a summer sausage feels like,” he panted, cheeks flushed and voice on the edge of discomfort and pleasure and humor.
When the joke connected up with Spike’s brain, he gawked in utter shock. Had he just…this little git…Spike was in near pain from being patient, and this little shit was making jokes? “Bloody…are you….”
Comparing Spike’s member to an unappetizing conglomeration of leftover animal bits…Of all the bloody….
Abruptly, Spike’s stuttering anger gave way to great rolls of laughter, and he collapsed down onto his forearms, head bowed, stomach cramping with hilarity as he tried not to jar the body beneath him. Xander’s eyes opened in surprise and then his face split in a huge grin, and he started to laugh as well. They were both guffawing now, and Spike could feel tears building in the corners of his eyes, and he was strangely aware of how quiet it was outside the tent.
Eventually their mirth died out in a few gasping hiccoughs of laughter, and Spike’s cheeks hurt from smiling. He looked down at the relaxed face beneath his and shook his head. “Un-bloody-believable,” he said, sounding as amused and disbelieving as he felt. But the muscles around his cock were looser, and the boy’s whole body was lax and receptive. No longer afraid. The moment had done a better job than he ever might.
Still, it was a little insulting, he thought to himself grudgingly. Cheeky boy.
“I’ll bet a bloody sausage can’t do this,” he found himself muttering, and Xander nearly burst into laughter again, but Spike quickly withdrew and slammed home, hitting his intended mark. Xander’s eyes rolled back and his mouth froze in a satisfyingly respectful sound of pleasure. “Could it?” Spike couldn’t resist prompting.
Xander shook his head desperately as Spike pumped out and back again. The boy jerked with the impact to his prostate, but smiled crookedly, as though responding to an inside joke.
“What?” Spike demanded.
“Nothing, it’s just…we’re comparing your dick to a sausage. It seems kinda Freudian.”
Spike coughed, wanting to snicker all over again. “Cheeky,” he muttered, and sealed his mouth to Xander’s, so that there could be no more talking as he began to build a rhythm in the lad’s body. Xander clamped down on Spike in a way that was heavenly, and Spike raised himself up in a chest press for better leverage. Xander whimpered at the slow steady roll of his hips.
“Ok?” Spike panted. The boy nodded deliriously. Spike’s eyes swept down and lingered, enjoying the view.
When he looked back up, Xander was watching as well.
“Oh god.”
Spike grinned, watching the flush creep up the boy’s sweaty face.
“You’re really fucking me.” Xander said it like it was a real revelation. A shocking discovery. Spike’s grin widened.
“Yeah, I really am,” he confirmed with gusto. When Xander’s wide eyes met his, he winked, pulled the boy’s legs around his waist and then began to fuck him in earnest, with fast snapping hips.
The dark head fell back against the old sleeping bag with a hard swallow. The pace was too fast for Xander cry out in time with Spike’s thrusting, but bless the lad for trying. The needy little sounds were punctuated with words like “good” and “god” and “fuck.” Spike’s balls were tight and he was oddly clear-headed and honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good.
When he began to play idly with the pretty cock laying against Xander’s stomach, the boy’s senseless word-babble accelerated and his body bucked up like a wild thing, which made Spike laugh and bite his lip. More purposeful stroking earned him a sigh and a gasp and a shudder, and then pre-orgasmic clenching began around his cock.
Xander came with a shout all over his belly and Spike managed two more rough uneven thrusts before his own brain blew to pretty bits, and he collapsed down with an icky squish between them.
“You,” Spike panted enthusiastically, “are a bloody good shag, Xanderrr….”
“Harris,” the boy muttered gamely.
“Right,” Spike slurred tiredly. “Bloody good.”
“O-kay,” Xander agreed absently, and within seconds, he was snoring.
Spike chuckled to himself, rolled off and did a half-arsed job of tidying them both before he slipped from consciousness himself.
~*~*~*~
Spike awoke to find himself snuggled armlessly against a back that someday would be quite broad, but for now was merely lanky. Armlessly, because his arms were trapped between their bodies, not because they had fallen off in the night. Though after that shag, he wouldn’t have been shocked to suffer injury.
Spike must have huddled nearer to the heat the boy gave off like a furnace sometime during the night. Neither of them had thought to crawl into the sleeping bag before they’d passed out, and they were both naked, and it was bloody cold in the early morning in the California desert, even in June. Spike tugged the zipper of the sleeping bag down, and squirmed inside the half of the bag not under Xander, throwing his arm over his face to block out the light.
“SPIKE!!!!!”
Angel’s bellowing voice rang out in the camp, quite close by, in a horribly bad rendition of Streetcar Named Desire. Spike cracked an eye irritably, and promptly shut it against the brightness.
When Angel screamed again, the boy jerked awake beside him. “Wazzizprblm.”
“Mmmm,” Spike answered, and Xander seemed to take that as an actual reply. Good lad.
The matter was clarified seconds later, by the loud and growling voice coming from just outside the tent wall.
“There’s come on my t-shirt.”
Xander snickered in surprise on the other side of him, snorting through his nose. Spike thought of his improvised shield for Xander’s hand job the night before and grinned, and started laughing himself, without leaving the dark safety of the crook of own arm.
The disembodied voice was unamused. “Spike! Why is there come on my black t-shirt?!” it demanded.
“Because…someone came on it?” Spike supplied helpfully. He and Xander immediately burst into howling laughter, and Angel stomped away, muttering things that were hazardous to Spike’s future health and well-being.
When the laughter petered away inside the tent, Spike risked a side-eyed peek from the cave of his arm, in Xander’s direction. “Morning,” he murmured at the hazel eyes looking back.
The boy stretched in a way that Spike felt sure was not meant to be enticing, yet did the job remarkably well. Xander yawned. “Morning.”
Spike smirked and sat up, thumping Xander on the leg. “We’d best get out there, before Peaches pisses all over our Cheerios.”
Xander laughed, and then paused when Spike began to dress hurriedly without laughing back. “Wait, you’re kidding right?”
Spike just shrugged as he climbed out the open tent flap, pulling on his boots. Spike left the boy to blink dazedly at the possibility that he was not, smirking to himself when Xander suddenly began to scramble about with the fear of God that his brekky was in grave and mortal danger.
another day, another shag...the boys are still getting busy, over here
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Date: 2006-07-16 02:33 pm (UTC)and I loved how Spike and Xander could laugh together, too. that right there is the sign that this is more than a five-day fuck fest; Xander might not be experienced enough to see the signs, but Spike?
Is being deliberately obtuse.
This is such fun!
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Date: 2006-07-16 02:41 pm (UTC)they are rather cute and laughy. although, I'm positive now that it's going to be longer than 5 days. too much smut to be contained. lol. I'll have to go back and edit things to fix that.
glad you're having fun with this! it's fun to write.
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Date: 2006-07-16 03:28 pm (UTC)The transitional sentence works really well and..
"Bugger. Glaciers went at a faster clip" Bwahhh, that was hysterical
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Date: 2006-07-16 04:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-16 03:36 pm (UTC)But oh my goodness! So in character for all of them! Lovely AU with characters I recognize. That rocks! and the giggly sex! Heee! I love giggly, funny HOT sex!
Thanks so much for sharing!
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Date: 2006-07-16 04:13 pm (UTC)thanks! so glad you like it. I try hard to keep em canon.
I love giggly sex! in real life and fiction :) glad it was hot!
Thanks so much for sharing!
thanks so much for *reading* :)
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Date: 2006-07-16 03:58 pm (UTC)And Angel freaking out because there was come on his tee shirt? Spike's answer is priceless! *g*
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Date: 2006-07-16 04:14 pm (UTC)And Angel freaking out because there was come on his tee shirt? Spike's answer is priceless! *g*
I was thinking about the fact that it was probably Angel's shirt that he had grabbed to put over Xander's lap, and I couldn't resist! we all know how he is about clothes... glad it got a giggle :)
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Date: 2006-07-16 04:05 pm (UTC)spike's gonna be following xander like a puppy at some point ain't he? I could sooooooooo see xand turning the tables on spike and taking him now that he's a bit more confident. Ooooooooooo...dom xand. *grins and bounces*
this was HOT!!! I loved it!!!
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Date: 2006-07-16 04:22 pm (UTC)me too! obviously, lol. it's a good way to be.
just couldn't let poor jaded spike alone now could we? have to have him laughing and surprised and happy. WEEeeeeee spandery goodness!!!
lol! you caught me. jaded Spike needed to be shaken up a bit. can't let anyone get too complacent, least of all him. he's so cute when he's surprised.
spike's gonna be following xander like a puppy at some point ain't he? I could sooooooooo see xand turning the tables on spike and taking him now that he's a bit more confident. Ooooooooooo...dom xand. *grins and bounces*
lol! I wouldn't get all geared up for dom!Xan just yet. I think eventually he could be dom in the grand scheme of life, but this is only a handful of days, after all, and his confidence comes and goes in waves. but there will be erm...developments, that I think might fit the bill ;) but first I'm going to pass him around properly. mwahahaha! I'm so evil.
so glad you're enjoying this!
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Date: 2006-07-16 06:58 pm (UTC)Xander twitched, as though he’d only been dreaming of Spike’s fingers up his arse, and now yes, wow, there was a solid prick there, about to be inside. There were a few beats of flustered silence, as Spike continued to caress him, cock against his arse and lips against his throat.
Ha!
I love the bit with Angel.
I think Spike's found a keeper. I predict very feline jealousy over his non-commitment. *g*
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Date: 2006-07-16 07:18 pm (UTC)thanks babe!
glad you enjoyed Xander's flustered-ness, and Angel being so pissed off about his shirt. that part in particular made me giggle while I wrote it.
this one just flows right out, so easily. I've already got part 5 mostly written...*g*. there's a shower involved. and erm...a tongue <runs away from you, laughing>
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Date: 2006-07-16 07:39 pm (UTC)you are seriously one of the better writers out there right now, every chapter just gets more and more amazing and goddd i love your characters lol
this is excellent, truly, and i smiled and laughed all the way through it
n damn...
*fans* soooo hot
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Date: 2006-07-16 07:49 pm (UTC)you made me blush. no for real. haha. thanks honey. I'm so glad I made you laugh and that you're enjoying this. I'm really partial to this story myself, and I'm so glad people are responding to it! especially when it's someone whose writing I mutually admire <nudges you>
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Date: 2006-07-16 08:05 pm (UTC)It was very hot but what really made it was the laughter. That was absolutely inspired shorthand for what's going on here. It's not a quick, casual breaking in of the cherry boy, as much as that's what Spike originally expected. Xander is getting to him.
So, being under the influence of X is a nasty way to lose your virginity? I'm still wondering about how Spike lost his and I'll take that as a clue. *g*
Good for Xander for mentioning a condom. He has a strong personality and is proving to be a wonderful challenge for Spike, one he's loving the chance to *ahem* rise to.
First class!
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Date: 2006-07-17 12:03 am (UTC)so glad! and, I knew what to expect about 10 minutes after writing part 1. this is one that has not doubled back on me in a sneaky way, thank god. lol. like I said, this will never be blatantly shippy, but if you're a good little shipper, I might leave you a nice little present at the end *snerk*
It was very hot but what really made it was the laughter. That was absolutely inspired shorthand for what's going on here.
thank you! I love laughy-sex. I think a lot of my smut probably has people laughing in it, because I think that's the best place to come at sex from. I think it doesn't necessarily signify love or whatever, but there's definitely got to be something there. a connection, and a willingness to be silly? I think this Spike takes himself way too seriously, but Xander in any form doesn't function like that. and yes, it is shorthand for the fact that Xander is not just another of Spike's boys. <dances that her evil plans work>
So, being under the influence of X is a nasty way to lose your virginity? I'm still wondering about how Spike lost his and I'll take that as a clue. *g*
:) I knew you'd pick up on that. actually, I threw that little bit in there just because we'd talked about it. plus, it was another nice way to show that Spike's not a complete lecherous bastard. like I said, I'm not going to have a big gut-spill about Spike's own first time, because he's too gaurded for that, but I figured it was fun to throw in that hint. if anyone other than you catches it <laughs>
thanks for the lovely fb!
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Date: 2006-07-17 04:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-17 11:07 am (UTC)lol! yeah the porn came back kind of all at once. I was happy. so glad you liked it! also, glad you feel like it was really in-character for everybody. always nice to hear :)
You're doing a great job of making this 'boy' special to Spike in a realistic way.
thanks! really glad to hear that.
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Date: 2006-07-17 05:00 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-07-17 06:18 am (UTC)I'm seriously getting addicted to this fic. Can't wait for more, so I'm begging you nicely write, write, write!
*braces herself for future Angel!action*
*comtemplates getting a lobotomy while there's still time*
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Date: 2006-07-17 11:11 am (UTC)I'm seriously getting addicted to this fic. Can't wait for more, so I'm begging you nicely write, write, write!
heehee! <dances>
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Date: 2006-07-17 07:40 am (UTC)Loved the way Xander kept Spike off balance and surprised and annoyed him by just being himself.
Even though I love a good fluffy happy ending, I actually hope Spike isn't going to transform into some kind of boyfriend material, you know reliable, sympathetic, monogamous. He's just too much fun the way he is.
And please keep pissing Angel off.
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Date: 2006-07-17 11:24 am (UTC)so glad you liked this! and yeah, lol, Spike is pretty excellent at this by now. though Xander really did throw him off for a minute there :)
I actually hope Spike isn't going to transform into some kind of boyfriend material, you know reliable, sympathetic, monogamous. He's just too much fun the way he is.
nope. there will be none of that. I like him the way he is :) mostly, anyway.
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Date: 2006-07-17 02:46 pm (UTC)And I'm still reading Spander, aren't I? LOL! Will wonders never cease.
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Date: 2006-07-17 04:15 pm (UTC)Oh, and Angel bellowing there at the end? I think that just might be my favorite moment so far *g*
lol, I loved that part too! see, even my spander has some spangel. lol.
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Date: 2006-07-18 01:31 am (UTC)The image of Xander scrambing around at the thought of losing his breakfast was just so perfectly in character for him, and you've really nailed Spike here too.
And I seriously thought I'd choke to death on my diet coke when Xander was comparing Spike's dick to a summer sausage!
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Date: 2006-07-18 02:38 am (UTC)The image of Xander scrambing around at the thought of losing his breakfast was just so perfectly in character for him
thanks! I really liked that and no one had commented on it yet. you just made me smile :)
And I seriously thought I'd choke to death on my diet coke when Xander was comparing Spike's dick to a summer sausage!
<snickers> don't die!
I'll have to go check out your AU spander. whee!
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Date: 2006-09-29 01:55 am (UTC)I'm curious to see if you end up having Spike changed by this interaction. He's such an operator, but it seems the way the story is going, Xander will be the boy to change his wicked deflowering ways. :D In some ways, that's cool -- we all love Xander, so we'd want to see that he could have this impact. On the other hand, this is a kind of focus on ephemeral age/time/event of the festival, so I'm more hoping that they will come to an end as the story closes.
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Date: 2006-09-29 02:13 am (UTC)you know, these are very similar to my own thoughts as this started to unfold in my head. originally this came to me as a pervy little thing utterly devoid of shippiness...but then they started kind of growing on each other spontaneously, because Xander was...plucky. and this kind of fascinates Spike.
anyway, I wanted to keep in mind that this is only a week, and Spike is past that point of youth in which you want to turn your whole life over for someone you just met. he's cynical, and this pattern of his is a long one. and there are reasons for it, which I might get into with a little spangelly pre-festivalverse ficlet I'm planning. even Xander is rather pragmatic, for all his big-eyed naivety. I tried to keep all that in mind and still let them go where they wanted to go...and I really like the result. final chapter will be posted sometime this weekend.
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Date: 2006-09-29 02:19 am (UTC)Sounds like some interesting considerations went into dealing with the close. And hey, I'm catching up at just the right time, if you're going to post the final part soon!
I'm stepping lightly as I head into the other parts I still need to read -- I think there's some het Faith/Xander, or Faith/Xander/Spike, and I have an odd block against reading a het intervening incident in the middle of a slash pairing (unless it's a threesome much of the whole way, in which case bring it on), and I tend to avoid Faith pairings generally. I know, I'm odd that way. But! *forges ahead*
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Date: 2006-09-29 02:25 am (UTC)I always feel like Faith is only partially het...she's such a man. she's Spike, with no penis. I know some folks had reservations as well. it's definitely a threesome, Spike doesn't let anyone touch him without uh...being involved. on that note, there's a Xander/Spike/Angel threesome at the end of the rainbow. :)
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Date: 2006-09-29 02:32 am (UTC)And, you know, if you ever wanted to write an angsty or comic long, long Spike/Angel/Xander story, I would BE VERY SUPPORTIVE OF THAT!
*clears throat*
Yeah, hmmm. I think Faith is aggressive and highly sexual and cunning, but I don't think of her as male at all. She's like the uber-female to me, the version of the woman that scares boys who aren't ready for actual females.
But yeah, I just...hmmm. I think partly my reluctance to read a sideline het mix in what's otherwise a slash story stems from another WiP that I follow, which insists on the OTP-ness for its main slash pairing, and yet is always toying/threatening to have one of the female characters get in the middle of that relationship. It makes me a little edgy, I think.
But, yes, that's not *your* story, so. :D
*cough*S/A/X*cough*
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Date: 2006-09-29 11:31 am (UTC)And, you know, if you ever wanted to write an angsty or comic long, long Spike/Angel/Xander story, I would BE VERY SUPPORTIVE OF THAT!
LMAO. I will if you will :D I fear both of us are too bogged down in wips to go galavanting off after the fabled a/s/x story. to satisfy your yen, you should check out
yeah, none of the people I throw at Xander during this fic really interfere with the pairing (spike/xander). it's mostly just sex, outside of them. between of them...well, they're not really sure what it is :)
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Date: 2006-09-29 01:52 pm (UTC)Thanks for the rec -- I'll check out d_f's story.
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Date: 2006-11-15 09:34 pm (UTC)I needed to be conscious for this, cuz by the end I was a puddle of...iuno, something unintelligible that can't form speech. God, that was perfect.
And Spike...is so...in over his head. *snickers n pets him*
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Date: 2006-11-15 10:33 pm (UTC)*pokes the puddle of goo and grins*
Spike is *so* in over his head. lol. which is funny, because Xander should be the one in over his head.