A bit after noon, Xander found Spike buried under the covers. Spike was fidgeting, clearly awake.

"What're you doing?"

"Sleeping."

"I hate to point out the obvious, but..."

"Nothing?"

Peering out from beneath the blankets, Spike began to grin.

Xander climbed eagerly over Spike's supine form. They played, exploring skin, heat, wetness with lips, hands, tongues, cocks, until the long summer afternoon had dwindled into the rosy glow of sunset.

Then they threw open the curtains and celebrated the night as well.

~end~