Twelve Hours 5
At first Spike was still as Xander mouthed at him through his jeans but then he tilted his hips forward. "Like taking orders, do you?" he asked.
When Xander looked up, his lips pressed tight around the denim outlining Spike´s hard on, Spike was watching him avidly. Xander let his eyelashes flutter, putting his tongue and mouth to work saying like it, so much, fuck, please for him without the words.
"Dying for it, I´d wager, way you followed that one. Go on, then."
When Xander got Spike´s button fly open and frantically fed Spike´s hard long cock into his mouth, he made a grateful sound high in his throat. Yes, god yes, he´d wanted this. Not that he´d ever –– he´d never –– he´d thought about it, sure, fantasized about it, watched porn and downloaded clips of other guys and girls doing it, beat off more than once with his fingers sliding in and out of his mouth, pretending . . . So okay, he´d never specifically thought, Gee, I´d sure like Spike´s undead prick jabbing in my mouth. But now that it was, now that Spike had begun a slow rolling motion with his hips, starting a series of shallow thrusts past Xander´s lips, Xander knew this was what he had wanted all along.
He gagged a little but moved his mouth forward anyway. He had to have it, the touch and taste of soft skin, feel of the foreskin, this erection forcing forward, filling his mouth. Had to have it now, so much, had always, since before he could even articulate to himself that he might look at another guy and feel something in his stomach flip, and Spike, Spike was the one giving it to him.
"Eager thing," Spike choked out above him. His fingers twisted in Xander´s hair, and he grunted when Xander eased back for a moment to lick around the cock head with small needy noises. "All about getting down to it, eh?" When Xander plunged his mouth down that hard length again, tightening his lips even more this time, they both moaned. Yes, yes, Xander wanted to say, but it came out spit–thick, mumbling stutters, more like animal muttering than human words.
"Fuck, you´re pretty like that," Spike said suddenly, taking Xander´s head and riding forward faster now. When Xander whimpered, Spike´s hips snapped forward, and even as far gone as Spike had to be he paused, as though he was going to ask after the gasping sounds Xander made. But Xander made a noise of protest, grabbed Spike´s hips and pulled them forward harder, until his nose was rubbing the tender skin around Spike´s groin, buried in the sharp curls there.
"Right then," Spike hissed. "Want it that bad; I want to give it to you. No reason to make either of us wait, yeah?"
And it was harder now, stronger, both Spike´s cock and the short arcs his pelvis made as he shoved himself into Xander´s mouth over and over and over.
Xander´s eyelids, when he closed them, were a fairway fireworks show, flashes and bursts of colors whenever Spike bucked forward. Even as he felt his throat try to close as it throbbed (probably starting to bruise) even as he made strangled sounds when Spike went too fast, even as his eyes stung with tears, Xander´s whole body thrummed and surged with something like joy.
Then Spike was shouting, cursing, and Xander made his throat work to swallow so he wouldn´t lose all of it.
Spike stretched, riding into it slower now, one hand still in Xander´s hair, combing through as he gave a pleased kind of growl.
Xander sucked just a little harder even after the last tremor, not wanting to let Spike´s prick slip from his mouth even if it had to soften.
But when he realized that it wasn´t softening, he made an excited, needy sound.
"You love it, don´t you, pet?" Spike breathed. "Only that good on the drugs, I´ll bet. Probably didn´t like it nearly that much the last time you went down on a man."
"Never, never did that," Xander whispered when Spike eased him off slightly. "Never, just tonight, just you." He licked his lips, leaning forward, but Spike grabbed his shoulders to keep him back.
Spike cocked an eyebrow at him, and Xander got a weird urge to roll his eyes back. Instead he kept them open and fixed on Spike´s lips, waiting for some word or cue that said he could take Spike in his mouth again.
"Never, eh? Probably been thinking about it for a long while, then. Wondering what it´d be like if you could work up the nerve. Waiting to see if someone would ask you, someone willing to keep quiet, make it easy for you."
Xander nodded, and Spike´s words, the lilt and rhythm of them, reminded him that he was still hard. He sneaked his hand into his lap, sliding loosely over his erection to the tune of Spike´s questions.
"So why didn´t you? Must have gotten your fair share of offers. Full lips like yours, mouth on you when you talk to much that only shows how much you want it filled."
Xander whined at this, but he tightened his grip, shuddering as he started a faster stroke.
"Must have been scared. Not just to try it, but for what it´d mean. Probably bought a book or two, or snuck a look somewhere, found out that it didn´t have to mean anything. Bet you told yourself it was normal just to think about it, though, even while you wanted someone to get you on your knees just like this."
Xander breathed harder as he lifted his hips up, cupping and massaging his balls with one hand as he kept up the tight pulling.
Spike stroked his hair again, and it was a little exasperated, a little affectionate, the way he threaded his fingers through. "Not true, though, eh pet? Because you´re a pretty little cocksucker, born for it. You felt so right getting it in your mouth at long last, didn´t you? Loved it hard like that. But you´d probably love it slow too, give you all night to take your time and do it up proper, trace every last bit with your mouth, cock and balls and everywhere you could reach, catch the drops on your tongue and face, feel me rub it into your skin."
Xander´s hips jerked forward involuntarily, and he let his head fall back, still looking up at Spike.
"So you came here tonight to get it done up right, then? Give it up for some handsome bloke who´d promise to call you after?"
Xander bit his lip. "Not –– didn´t –– wasn´t going to go anywhere with anybody, but then . . ."
Spike groaned. "You mean you came here to meet some nice boy to have a little chat with him?"
Xander chewed his lip as he tried to think.
"Well, that´s not going to happen now," Spike told him. "What´s going to happen now is that I´m going to fuck you, like you want, like I want."
Xander curled his forefinger and thumb around the base of his erection, squeezing and making himself hold still. "Please," he whispered.
