Shacking Up, 9
By
EntreNous

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Chapter Seventeen: And Davy Makes Three

Xander woke up the next day and stretched, his eyes still shut in the darkened room. His windows were covered with heavy shades just so he wouldn’t wake up on days like this, when he didn’t have work or slayerette duties. Only indirect light filtered in, creating a dim, hazy glow in the room.

He vaguely remembered that the patrol last night had gone fine -- well, fine in that he was relatively bruise free, though Buffy had been upset that the villains du jour were still at large. Oh well. They’d check again later tonight, when the bad guys would least expect it. Giles had found out that the other camp was moving slowly, though no one was sure yet of the reason for their caution.

He lay still for a moment, breathing in deeply. Then he flipped onto his side and opened his eyes.

“Aaargggh!” he would have screamed, if a hand hadn’t clamped down on his mouth suddenly.

“Quiet, Num,” Spike hissed, as he gripped Xander’s shoulder with his other hand. “It won’t do to frighten your roommate. Just calm down.”

“Calm down?” Xander asked in a confused whisper once his lips were free. “What’re you doing here, anyway?”

“Remember how patrol finished near daylight, and we were near our . . . uh, your apartment?”

“Oh,” Xander replied in a whisper, the scene suddenly clear. “I invited you in so you wouldn’t turn into Mr. Big Pile of Dust.”

“That’s right,” Spike said, still speaking in a low tone. His eyes dropped to Xander’s chest, and Xander looked down himself and saw that Spike’s hand had rested there after it had moved away from his mouth.

Then they both watched as Spike’s hand started to massage his chest.

Xander blinked sleepily at Spike. Was this a wrong thing? Was he supposed to get upset at this? Because it didn’t feel upsetting. It felt really nice.

“Ummmmm,” he offered, turning again onto his back. Spike continued to rub, just below his collarbone, then a little lower. Then lower still.

“Like that, pet?” Spike asked quietly. He shifted closer to Xander’s side.

“Uhhh, yeah. It’s good . . .” Xander trailed off, letting his eyes flutter almost-shut.

Spike’s hand skimmed his abdomen, moving back and forth with just enough pressure so the touch wasn’t ticklish.

“Xander,” Spike began.

“Yeah?” Xander would have asked, but instead he gasped when Spike slid over him deftly, and pressed his lips to Xander’s.

Okay. So the massage-y stuff . . . not so out of line with friendly kinds of touching. Just guy stuff. Guys who were friends. But the kissing? That was different, right?

But Xander’s train of thought only gestured briefly at these questions. Maybe it was because he was so tired from last night that he didn’t have much resistance left. He felt strangely heavy and fuzzy, probably from the exertions of patrolling. Maybe it was because he missed Spike, Spike missed him, and the missing each other was coming out kind of weird.

Or maybe it was because Spike was an incredible kisser.

Whatever the reason, Xander bid his thoughts adieu, and moaned low in his throat as he moved beneath the hard body on top of his. So he’d figure out more of what this meant later. Right now, it seemed to make all kinds of sense.

Right now, Spike was kissing him deliberately, darting his tongue in between Xander’s lips and sweeping against his tongue with sureness.

“Oh,” Xander said softly when Spike broke the kiss, but then decided to stop talking.

Why talk, when Spike had stripped off his outer-shirt and t-shirt, and moved Xander up a bit to pull off Xander’s t-shirt in a kind of slow-motion? Why talk when Spike, with soft sighs, had started to roll his hips in a languid movement over Xander’s hardening cock?

Xander grasped Spike’s slim hips to tug his body flush to his own and thrust against Spike’s erection desperately. Okay, way beyond friends here. But what Spike was doing now to his neck felt amazing, and why bother pushing for logical explanations? Instead Xander arched his neck up more, and used his grip on Spike’s waist for leverage to move Spike harder and faster against his groin.

/I am so going with the flow/, Xander thought briefly before he caught Spike’s lips with his and bit. Spike cried out loudly with pleasure, and thrust his tongue inside and against Xander’s, striving to tangle their mouths together. Then Spike drew his lips back and sucked hard on Xander’s tongue, drawing him in and out of his mouth.

When he heard a knock at the door, Xander looked up at Spike to see what he should do, what he should say. But Spike’s eyes were heavy-lidded and glazed as he shivered above him, diving in to run his tongue up Xander’s neck, and so Xander just did what made sense.

“Come in,” he called out.

Davy opened the door and gaped briefly at the two men on the bed.

Spike barely took note of him, just bent down further to rub his cheek against Xander’s chest, and began nibbling at Xander’s right nipple.

“What’s up?” Xander managed to gasp out, but between his own heavy breathing and Spike’s, he couldn’t make out what Davy was saying. “Just come over here,” he mouthed hoarsely at Davy, and Davy began moving tentatively towards the bed.

“Um, do you want me to, uh, do you, what--” Davy stammered.

“Oh, come on, then,” Spike interrupted him, looking up sharply from Xander’s chest. “I’ve seen the way you look at the boy, like you could just eat him up. Get on the bed already.”

And that seemed like an odd development, but not so much stranger than what was already happening. Xander let his head fall back against the pillow, and decided to ignore the question about whether adding Davy to this get-together was a good idea.

Spike shifted to his left nipple, and Xander tangled his fingers in Spike’s hair, catching his breath when Spike changed from nibbling to biting.

Davy slowly crawled up from the bottom edge of the bed, and paused to glance at Spike before turning his eyes on Xander. Then he shrugged, a kind of “what the hell,” reaction that Xander imagined his own face must display at the moment, and stretched out next to them.

Spike shifted off Xander just a little, so that one of his legs fell between Xander’s, the other leg to Xander’s left.

Davy drew in his breath at the prospect of increased access that Spike’s move had allowed. He reached out slowly and began kneading Xander’s right thigh, working his hand up towards Xander’s increasingly swollen hard-on.

Xander whimpered when he felt two sets of hands start to pull at his boxers. He felt Spike move down, nuzzling his abdomen, before he started to rub against Xander’s sensitive head with his cheek. “Oh, god, hurry up,” Xander called out, and Spike looked up at him and grinned.

Davy slid down to the end of the bed, and he and Spike pulled together for a rough kiss. Xander failed to feel shocked. How could he, with all of the other stuff happening around him?

“I thought you didn’t like me,” Davy panted when Spike let him up for air.

“I don’t,” Spike said simply, and drew Davy back towards him, ferociously capturing his mouth.

Xander watched goggle-eyed as they helped each other take off their clothes, barely stopping the devouring kiss.

They pulled apart, panting, and Xander watched Davy lick his kiss-bruised lips. Then Spike ran his hand lightly over Davy’s chest, and the two of them nodded in some type of agreement.

“Hey, just about to come over here,” Xander called out. His voice betrayed his irritation at the distance between himself and them, and they both smirked and turned towards him ravenously.

Spike, still resting close to the bottom half of the bed, pulled Xander onto his left side, and licked his way up and down Xander’s cock, growling as he lapped at the pre-cum collected at the tip.

Davy curved behind Xander, biting at his neck. He pressed against Xander’s ass with a groan, then slithered down to lick a trail from the base of Xander’s spine, lower, and lower, to the heat and smoothness between Xander’s cheeks. He murmured something as his tongue dipped into the cleft, and Xander flushed all over.

“Fuck,” Xander cried out helplessly, as Spike sucked him teasingly. Spike’s lips slid smoothly, taking in the hard shaft little by little until Xander was buried in his mouth. He grasped Xander’s right hip and pulled himself closer, taking Xander ever further until he touched the back of his throat.

Behind Xander, Davy pushed upwards once more until his chest was at Xander’s back, shuddering as he rubbed his stiff length against the wet trail he’d left with his mouth.

“Fuck, oh god,” Xander whispered when Davy’s motions suddenly created a shiver-inducing rubbing against the pucker of his opening. He made a low sound as he felt his balls draw up rapidly to his body.

“Oh, now, yeah,” Xander hissed, “please, Spike, now,” he called and began to thrust into Spike’s cool wet mouth.

Davy thrust harder, matching the pace of Xander’s thrusts forward, and worked his hand onto Xander’s chest to twist his nipple sharply. “More,” Xander cried, “Davy, now, now,” and Davy sped his motions, panting hard against Xander’s ear.

“You want this,” Davy gasped, “you know you want this,” and then he shuddered and cried out, spurting come between himself and Xander.

Xander arched back into the feeling of the hot liquid spilling onto him, then bucked forward harshly, his eyes drawn to Spike’s look of bliss as he bobbed his head up and down over Xander. They both moaned every time his lips pulled over the edge of Xander’s dark cock head.

Spike’s gazed directly up at Xander, his face clouded with desire. His eyes said without words, “I want you, I want you, now, now,” and Xander curled forward with a strangled noise in his throat, jerking and coming as Spike swallowed and swallowed around him.

Xander jerked awake.

“Oh, fuck,” he said in shock as he felt the wet spunk on the sheets he’d tangled himself in.

“Oh my god!” he breathed as he looked around his bed and remembered his dream in a rush.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he swore in frustration as he fell back against the damp covers. “I am sooooooo gay!”

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