Shacking Up
By
EntreNous

Part Twenty-Six: Full On Gay

“Everything’s ready,” Xander announced. “For the dinner party, that is. All the food is here, and the pasta salad and the other junk just gets served cold, so we don’t have to heat anything up. And I cleaned the bathroom one last time, and put out the plates and stuff . . . so it’s all done.”

“Good,” Spike muttered. He frowned at the magazine he held tightly in his hands.

Xander took note of Spike’s expression and raised his eyebrows. “I know you’re not so big on the preparation and planning.”

“Think so?” Spike asked evenly.

“Well, yeah,” Xander said. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting there, glaring at an upside-down copy of Comic Con International like you want it to burst into flames.”

Spike glanced at Xander, annoyance on his face. “So . . . your point?”

“So,” Xander continued. “My point is that everything’s ready.”

Spike stared for a moment before he followed Xander’s head tilt towards the clock. Five hours until the guests were due to arrive . . .

Two beats, and Spike had Xander stretched out under him on the couch, pinning him down, gripping his wrists above his head, and covering his mouth with a hungry kiss.

“Damn,” Xander said weakly when he was allowed a deep breath.

Spike scanned the room with a frown, then stood and hauled Xander over his shoulder.

“Hey!” Xander protested.

Spike paused momentarily to sigh. “Don’t want to mess up the room and get you distracted into cleaning it all over again for this little fête of yours, yeah?”

“Oh,” Xander nodded wisely from his upside-down position as Spike quickly made for the bedroom. “That’s actually . . . that’s nice of you.”

“Yeah, well,” Spike muttered, but he gave Xander’s thigh a squeeze.

“Okay, dizzy now,” Xander gasped when Spike tossed him unceremoniously onto the bed.

“Have you dizzy in a minute for different reasons,” Spike said in a low voice. He straddled Xander, one hand on Xander’s chest, and moved his hips in a slow circle.

“Oh yeah,” Xander said softly. “Like that. Just keep on doing . . . no, wait.”

“Wait?” Spike asked. His tone was even but his lips were drawing forward in what almost looked like a pout.

“I don’t mean . . . I meant . . . oh god,” Xander panted out. “It’d help if you stopped with the grinding for just a second.”

“Okay then,” Spike agreed in a sultry voice. “No grinding.” He switched to moving his hips forward and back a little, making a motion that could hardly be classified as thrusting but that still made Xander gasp.

“No, I said wait because . . . maybe this time, we could . . . I think I would . . . if you want . . .”

Spike stilled completely. “You sure?”

“Sure, I’m sure,” Xander said softly. “I know you said it was cool if we took things at my pace, and the . . . fuck . . . rubbing off and the blow jobs and the other stuff . . . it’s not like we haven’t been entertained. And I’m saying entertained in a kind of ‘Oh, god, yes, please, again!’ kind of a way, in case you weren’t sure. And when I said that it -- you know, the big time sex -- freaked me out just a little you said it was no rush, but I thought --”

“Xander,” Spike said firmly. “Not going anywhere. Mean that when I say it. Love it when you come for me, however it is we get there. Love it when I taste you, or feel you hard against me, or see you taking me in your mouth. Love to bring you off when you’re panting and squirming and making those pretty little sounds because you’re trying not to let go just yet. Love it all . . . so I’m not exactly what you’d call unsatisfied.” He skimmed a palm over Xander’s chest and finished softly, “We go further when you say you’re ready.”

Exhaling noisily, Xander pushed his hips up just a little. “I’m thinking that ‘ready’ is too low-key of a description to go with how much I want you to fuck me right now, Spike.”

Spike gazed down at him for a moment before nodding vigorously. “Right, well, if you’re sure--” He stood and his clothes came off so rapidly that Xander barely had time to blink before his own jeans and t-shirt were being pulled off.

Another beat and Spike had gotten lube out of the night-table drawer and was crawling onto the bed and up Xander.

“Oh boy,” Xander breathed when Spike lay on top of him, making him yelp by drawing blunt teeth against his neck and sliding his hands down Xander’s torso. “This is it. No two ways about it. Sex. Man sex. You and me, and full on gay. We’re really going to -- okay, I’ll shut up,” he added hastily at Spike’s pointed look.

“You don’t have to shut up, baby,” Spike growled at him as he eased off slightly and pushed at Xander’s thighs until Xander pulled his legs up, gripping at the back of each knee. “Talk away -- just make sure you’re saying dirty, nasty things.”

“Well, I will if you do stuff that makes me -- oh, oh, fuck,” Xander gasped, trembling when Spike’s fingers dipped into and trailed along his cleft.

“ ‘s a good start,” Spike said hoarsely. “Fuck . . . always a classic.” He ran feather-light touches back and forth until Xander cried out and pushed against his fingers, trying to direct their path.

“Keep going,” Xander demanded.

“Don’t want me to stop at all then?” Spike asked the question with a smirk, but he was gentle as he eased the first lubed finger inside.

Xander made a funny face, moving his lower back against the mattress slightly. His face twitched a little, and his trembling slowed.

Spike paused. “You want me to . . .”

“No, don’t stop,” Xander said gamely, but his brow was furrowed. “Just feels weird is all.”

“Does the first time,” Spike agreed.

“Yeah,” Xander said in a waver-y tone. He looked up to see Spike’s eyes focused intently on him, and made a surprised noise when Spike leaned forward and caught his lips in a kiss.

“What?” Xander asked softly.

“First time, lovely. First time anyone’s inside you . . . and it’s me, getting you ready, and it’s me that’s going to have you.” Spike half-growled, half-cooed the words as he eased a second finger inside, stroking and turning.

“Last of the great romantics, or something,” Xander murmured. His eyes closed and he bit his lower lip in concentration, focused on the awkward feeling of the fingers as they moved in and out. For a few moments his face, unbeknownst to him, scrunched into a frown. Okay, now this? Did not feel so sexy. But all the other sex-things he’d done with Spike had pretty much made him lose his breath, or gibber, or wail, or pant like a dog, so at least he knew the path of the gay seemed like the best one for him. And it wasn’t like everything could be incredible all of the time, right? On the other hand, this particular sex-thing was the major thing, and if he didn’t like it, it might make things weird . . .

“Not supposed to be able to hear the wheels turning inside that head of yours when I’m doing this,” Spike said. He didn’t stop, though his movement slowed. “We can wait ‘til next time, Xander. It doesn’t have to be --”

Xander’s eyes flew open. “No. No way. I’m ready, you’re ready, and here we are part way . . . and I don’t want to stop. So . . .there.”

Spike raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, merely moving to add more slick to his fingers. But as he started again, Xander suddenly smiled, and Spike shook his head and smiled back.

“Something funny?” Spike inquired.

“Can you take your fingers, uh . . .” Xander gestured vaguely.

“Right,” Spike murmured, pulling his hand away from Xander and doing his best to look patient. “What now?”

Xander took a deep breath and smiled again. “This is too much like . . . I don’t know, all roads finally leading to the big bang. Maybe we’re too used to making things complicated between us. And now I’m getting all nervous, and you’re too serious. So stop with the careful prep work. Let’s just have the main thing.”

“Sure?” Spike asked. “Don’t want to make it uncomfortable, or cause you any --”

“It’s just going to be weird,” Xander interrupted him. “So get on with it, and let’s bring on the weirdness, and see what else happens if we can get past that part.”

“Look at you, all devil-may-care all of a sudden. Think I like you this way, pet,” Spike said in a low smooth voice.

“You like me all kinds of ways,” Xander said playfully. Then he added, “I just want you to appreciate how wacky it is to talk about this while I’m lying on my back, totally naked, holding my legs up to my ears, about to kiss my cherry boy status goodbye forever.”

Spike grinned and moved slightly to nip at Xander’s legs. “Never let it be said that I don’t appreciate you lying on your back totally naked, whatever else it is we’re discussing.”

“So . . .” Xander said, and wriggled his ass at Spike.

“So . . .” Spike replied, and placed one hand on Xander’s chest while he used the other to brush his cock-head against Xander.

“Okay, obvious point, but how much larger than a couple of fingers is that,” Xander said in a hoarse voice. He swallowed and moved his hands to rest on Spike’s shoulders. “Okay. Go for it.”

Spike lowered his lashes, and Xander let out a breath as he felt him press against, then finally begin to ease inside, of him. When Spike stilled, grasping fingers clutching at Xander’s chest, Xander nodded for him to continue.

“It’s okay then,” Spike managed.

“Majorly weird,” he whispered back. “But yeah, it’s okay.”

“Hang on,” Spike said, his voice strained. His eyes were cast down, and when Xander realized that was because Spike was watching himself enter at that slow careful pace, he shivered and unthinkingly tilted his hips upward.

Then there was a give and a slide and Spike was pretty much in all of the way.

“Wow,” Xander said shakily. Spike said nothing, but the sound coming from his throat registered somewhere between a moan and a growl.

“Tell me when,” Spike hissed.

“Tell you when what?” Xander asked in wonderment. “Oh! You mean like moving. Yeah, moving . . . moving would be good. Move now, okay?”

If it was possible for someone to snort and roll their eyes while at the same time looking overcome with excitement, then the expression that had taken up residence on Spike’s face made perfect sense. He thrust forward, eliciting a small cry from Xander (who quickly realized that, yes, Spike could in fact get further inside him), and rapidly shifted so that Xander’s ankles were over Spike’s shoulders, his legs bent even closer to his chest.

“Want this, don’t you?” Spike asked harshly, his top lip curling up as his jaw tightened.

“God, yes, want this,” Xander cried out, feeling the next thrust like a chain reaction that sent a spark from deep inside him to the top of his head and back down again to his cock.

“Want me?” Spike panted, beginning to twist his hips, moving and angling with each thrust.

“Please, yes, now . . . want you,” Xander whimpered.

“Love me?” Spike asked suddenly. His next stroke went from almost all the way outside to all the way he’d gone in so far and then some. Xander gasped, snaked one hand in between them to grip his cock and desperately fisted the sheets with the other.

“Love, Spike, love you,. . . please, love you, fuck me hard . . . Spike, please!”

“Fucking beautiful you are,” Spike groaned. “Fucking gorgeous, Xander, love you, love this, fuck, love your tight pretty sweet ass . . .” He continued to mutter a mix of endearments and curses, his jaw tightening as if he felt something at the base of his spine twitch and tense, as Xander’s eyes went wider and shinier and darker and . . .

And when he opened his mouth Xander’s voice came out funny and high-pitched and garbled. He cried out incoherently as he brought his hips up as hard as he could, point and counterpoint to Spike’s hips snapping against him. Then, with a silent “Oh!”, Xander’s head tipped back and his cock swelled and twitched before shooting come in between them.

“Oh Christ,” Spike choked out. He went still for a second then bucked forward, shuddering and snarling through the spasms, finally collapsing to bury his face against Xander’s neck.

Xander murmured and shifted, bringing one palm against the smooth cheek nuzzling him. He opened his mouth to say something, but when Spike lifted his head, heavy-lidded blue eyes meeting Xander’s gaze intently, he smiled and moved to kiss him instead.

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TBC