Safer 2
Oz sits up all of a sudden.
Xander can´t see it, but he can hear it in the quiet of the alley, feel it in the slight sway of the car. He hesitates, because the silence that follows feels wrong, but Angel´s back to massaging his neck, pressing there a little too hard for Xander to raise his head and see what´s happening.
"You could have warned me or something," Oz says. His voice sounds calm, but Xander can tell there´s an edge of something more there, anger or maybe even fear.
"Oh, like you don´t know what you´re doing," Spike says. His voice is silky smooth. "Mouth like a well–paid whore, know what you´re about, that´s for certain –– don´t you try to fuck around with me, yeah?"
"Spike." Angel´s voice is sharp, and Spike breaks off, muttering something in disgust.
Xander really does want to sit up this time. It´s not like he can do anything –– Oz is close by, but there´s the seat and the metal separating them –– but he feels like he should try, or that he should say something, even just remind Oz that he´s still there.
But Angel makes wordless comforting sounds while he works his hand past the waistband of Xander´s jeans, and strokes the skin there, his fingers rubbing in circles. The touch sends little buzzes through Xander´s system, makes his eyes feel heavy again, and turns his thoughts back to the soft–skinned hard length once again sliding past his lips.
"You´ll be all right, promise," Angel says in a calming whisper. "Just stay focused on me, okay?"
For a moment, Xander forgets where they are, who Angel is, what´s happening just a couple of feet away with Oz. The now familiar up and down motion, the flickering strokes of Angel´s fingers, the sounds that Angel is making because of him: all of it´s got him panting now, and rubbing against the seat of the car, matching the pace of the teasing touches just above his ass, trying to get friction against the pressure of his groin.
"Here we go, don´t pull back, okay, baby? Come on, bet you can take it all, can do it for me, huh?" Angel´s strained words are just this side of a hiss, and when he hunches over Xander and moans, Xander nods his head just a little. When he swallows the rush of fluid, the quiet voices of Spike and Oz arguing, or maybe negotiating something, rise briefly but then turn into meaningless chatter.
It doesn´t taste good, but it isn´t totally awful either. For a little while, he lies there, just trying to catch his breath, while Angel rubs his shoulders.
At least now Xander can lift his head up, though of course now he can´t help but notice how much his jaw aches when he gets into a sitting position. Angel watches him touch the hinge of his jaw gingerly with a quirk of a smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. Xander licks his lips and then raises a self–conscious hand to his face again, in case he needs to wipe away anything there.
"C´mere," Angel says with a relaxed smile. Xander only pauses a moment before moving forward like he´s been told.
It´s some time later, after Angel has pretty much pulled Xander into his lap and has slipped one hand down the back of Xander´s jeans again –– giving him tantalizing touches that send shivers all the way down Xander´s spine and back up again –– it´s then that Xander hears Oz make a pained noise, not like he´s got his mouth full, and not like he´s arguing. It´s a ragged sound, like he´s shocked and can´t even try to conceal his reaction.
His head turns before he can think it through, and even in the dim light and through the barrier, he can see that Oz is sitting facing away from him, his back to Spike´s front. His jacket and t–shirt are gone, his torso bare. Xander blinks as he sees that Spike has pulled back one of Oz´s arms to wrap around Spike´s neck while Spike´s hands run up and down his chest.
But Angel touches his jaw gently, turning Xander´s head towards him, and says, "No, baby, keep looking at me, okay?"
Xander nods. Part of him feels all wrong, like there´s more happening than even Oz had expected, and like he should risk doing something, anything, though he knows Angel won´t like it, and he´s pretty sure Spike would hate it.
But when Angel maneuvers him and tilts his head so it rests on his shoulder, Xander ducks his head in the crook of Angel´s neck, pretending that both he and Angel think that he couldn´t look back at the front seat in this position, or try to stop what´s happening even if he wanted to.
"Want me to make you feel good?" Angel asks softly. Xander hesitates, but he says, "Yeah," in a wavering voice.
"There, that´s nice," Angel coos to him, working open Xander´s jeans and starting to fist Xander´s prick with his free hand. Xander´s fingers tighten on Angel´s broad shoulders, because he didn´t expect anything even remotely like this when he had his lips around Angel´s cock, and it does feel all kinds of good. That he does like it –– he can´t tell if that´s somehow more or less scary than realizing he was going to have to put his mouth over Angel´s cock in those first moments.
But then Angel sweeps his hand up Xander´s erection, thumbing over the head, and Xander makes a strangled noise as he thrusts forward.
"Oh god," Oz says faintly from the front, and Xander isn´t totally sure if the words mean something good or something bad. When he glances up, Angel´s got his eyes fluttered closed, so Xander takes a quick peek over his shoulder at the front seat.
Spike´s moving forward –– no, he´s thrusting forward, one hand stretched out past Oz to brace his movements against the dashboard. Xander feels himself get a little harder in Angel´s hand, but that´s not –– it´s only because Angel´s touching him, it´s not because of ––
When Oz cries out next, it doesn´t sound anything like pain.
"You sweet fucking whore," Spike says, that cheerful note back in his voice once more. "Knew you´d like this, knew you wanted it, just needed a little encouragement is all. Been around a bit, yeah? But you know when it´s better than what you´re used to, when someone´s giving it to you proper."
Somehow, when Spike says it, it sounds sort of like a twisted compliment.
When Xander turns back, Angel´s giving him a funny look, amused and reproving all at once. "If you´d just keep your eyes where I tell you," he starts, and then smiles when Xander´s eyes widen from being caught.
But soon enough Angel´s doing a bunch of things that make Xander want to do whatever he says: stroking him in a way that makes Xander jerk forward, kissing Xander´s neck and jaw, making appreciative sounds when Xander pulls up his t–shirt up with trembling hands at Angel´s gesture so Angel can nuzzle his chest.
"Like it?" Angel asks. He´s got Xander leaning back, that other hand moved up now, supporting him at the small of his back. When he flicks his tongue hard across Xander´s nipple and follows with a scrape of his teeth, Xander yelps in surprise, but soon enough grinds into Angel´s fist with a helpless moan.
"Maybe you haven´t done this bit before, eh?" Spike asks with good humor to Oz, though his voice sounds uneven. "Tight little arse on you, very nice, wouldn´t mind another go, only you´ve got me on round two, haven´t you, eager little slut ––"
Xander turns all his attention, as much as he can, to what Angel is doing to him. He doesn´t want to hear any more of what Spike´s saying to Oz, wants those taunts to fade away like they did a little while ago. So he keeps his eyes on Angel, tries to focus everything in him on the way Angel is touching him, the words Angel is saying, the sounds he´s making. He starts a little when he realizes that he´s gotten both his arms around Angel´s neck in an effort to move away from Spike´s words, and that he´s moved into a straddle over Angel´s heavy thighs, worked as close to him as he can possibly get.
Angel stares at him, almost as incomprehensible in expression as he was when Xander first looked at him. Then one of his arms is pulling Xander close, while his hand still works, faster and faster now, over Xander´s prick, and he´s murmuring in Xander´s ear, "Can´t wait any more, baby, want to feel you go over the edge, first time I´m going to make you feel like this, watch you like this, first time . . ."
Xander pulls back just a little only so he can see Angel´s fingers moving over him. The sight makes his breath hitch faster and faster, until he looks up to find Angel a breath away from him.
"You´re so special, Xander," Angel whispers, and Xander gasps as he comes, gasps as Angel´s mouth covers his, and swallows his cries as he pitches forward.
There´s some noise from the front of the car, but it´s muted and dull to Xander´s hearing as Angel kisses him through the spasms that shake his body.
Some rustling noises, the sounds of fabric being rearranged, pants refastened, until Spike says, "Right," in a brisk voice. "Time to get the kiddies in their beds, got school tomorrow, and lord knows we don´t want you two playing truants, mucking up your no doubt perfect attendance records."
"We´ll take you home," Angel tells Xander after another kiss.
"Okay," Xander answers in a hoarse voice.
"We can just walk from here," Oz puts in. His voice cracks on the last word.
"We´ll take you home," Angel repeats, waving a hand at Spike to start up the car.
They take the same turns, the same route, but instead of stopping at the edge of the warehouse district where Angel and Spike had picked them up, Oz directs Spike to drive on to an area a few blocks away from his family´s house.
"This it, then?" Spike asks as he looks up at the building that neither of them lives in.
"Sure," Oz says. He sounds tired.
Spike snorts. "Round the corner or somewhere nearby, I expect." He scans the area as though he´s considering staking it out. "Easy enough to find out for certain."
Oz turns around to speak to Angel directly. "Can you let us out?"
Angel slides out and unlocks the front door, holding the back open so Xander can scuttle out after him.
"What, no goodbye kiss for me?" Spike asks Oz, once again leaning out the window. His face is full of mischief as he blows a kiss Oz´s way.
"Jesus," Oz says under his breath as he looks away.
Xander shifts awkwardly from one foot to another. "So long," he says to Angel after a moment.
Angel reaches out again to touch his face. This time Xander doesn´t have the impulse to flinch away. "Don´t forget what I said," Angel finally says. He turns and gets in the car, and he and Spike drive off.
They stand still. And for all that Xander wanted to say something while everything was happening, wanted to know what Oz was thinking during what happened in the police car, he can´t think of any words for this moment.
"You could stay over if you want, if you don´t want to go home," Oz offers. But Xander can tell Oz doesn´t really want him over his place right now.
"I´ll just," he says, and jerks his thumb back in the direction of his house a few blocks the other way. He´s begun to back up already when Oz shrugs and walks away.
As Xander turns fully, he catches a glimpse of his watch. If he hurries, he can sneak in the back door before his mom throws the deadbolt at midnight.
The End
