Day Of DaysBy Sajinn
Chapter Seventeen
Spike took pity on Xander and carried him over to the couch. The boy let Spike drape him over the vampire's lap, doing nothing more than whining softly when he was shifted this way and that. Spike picked up the remote control and turned the television on, flipping through the channels. "Who watches this tripe?" He grumbled as he flipped past several sitcoms. "Don't you get anything good on this blasted box? Football? Porn?"
"Porn," Xander mumbled sleepily. It wasn't something he'd readily admit to had he not been sex-dazed. Then again, he hadn't actually *watched* the channel since Spike had given him his birthday present. He hadn't really had an opportunity to. Besides, he was practically living in a porn flick anyway.
"You've got to be kidding me," Spike muttered as he flipped through the channels. The boy couldn't possibly buy... or maybe he could, Spike corrected himself as he found the skin channel. "Very nice, pet. Didn't know you had it in you."
"I don't," Xander murmured, not exactly sure what he was talking about. "Or maybe I do. Still."
Spike grinned and set the remote aside. Xander had been such a good boy, perhaps it was time for a bit of a reward. Mischievous hands began pulling at Xander's clothes, stripping him down even as they tickled and caressed. By the time Spike removed the boy's shoes and jeans, Xander was fully awake--and reawakened. This time, though, the toys weren't quite as welcome. Xander reached down to remove the one he had immediate access to. Spike let him, knowing that Xander would need a lot of time before such things really became comfortable... if they ever did. In the spirit of making Xander more comfy, Spike lifted him up and slowly pulled the plug free, casting it aside. Xander's relief was instantaneous.
"Gah," Xander moaned. "Thanks."
"You didn't like?" Spike asked lightly, knowing that the boy had loved it the first time.
"Liked," Xander replied. "Don't wanna be sore." The only thing now was that he felt empty, which was no good.
"Think we can do something about that, pet," Spike said, making Xander realize that he'd said that last thought aloud. Spike lifted him up one more time, lowering him down only to impale him on the vampire's erection. Xander threw his head back and groaned at the glorious, cool sensation of being stretched by Spike's cock. He went deeper than the toy, and was bigger. Xander let himself go limp against Spike's chest, simply relaxing against the vampire like he was one big chair. There was no way Xander could go again that quickly, but this was nice. And there was porn on the television. That was just odd.
"Er, Spike?" Xander started. "Why is there porn on the television?"
Spike shrugged. "Better than reruns of 'Married With Children'?"
"Point," Xander replied. "But still..." Spike effectively ended Xander's complaints by rolling his hips. Xander moaned, squirmed, and shut up.
"You seen this one before?" Spike asked absently as he ran his hands down Xander's arms. Sharp nails traced the tender skin on the insides of the boy's arms, making him twitch and shudder. "Hmm? What half-cocked plot does this one have?"
Xander glanced at the screen. He didn't recognize whatever was playing. It involved lots of tits bouncing around, which for rather obvious, vampire-dick related reasons didn't enthrall him as much as it used to. Oh, it was a nice view, but breasts just didn't compare to Spike hitting that spot deep inside him. "Dunno," He admitted, closing his eyes again.
Spike grinned. Whatever was showing was truly wretched; silicone bimbos rolling on the floor with an incredibly ugly guy in a display of passion so fake it was funny. To be truthful, it was a bit of a turn-off for the vampire, so he picked up the remote and changed the channel.
"No!" Xander shouted when Spike paused. "We are *not* fucking while Sesame Street is on." He wasn't going to lose one of the few good memories he had from his childhood. He and Willow had watched Sesame Street together at Willow's house all the time, until they got too old for it to be cool.
"*I'm* not watching bloody Martha Stewart," Spike grumbled as he continued on, past the Home & Garden channel. "And who the bloody hell cares about the nineteen different ways to flood-fill a sugar cookie, anyway?"
Xander frowned. Spike knew the proper term for icing a cookie?
"Seems that you do too, pet," Spike pointed out. The vampire loved the way Xander randomly spoke what he was thinking. The results were funny.
"Just no cartoons," Xander murmured as Spike continued to browse. The vampire hadn't ever stopped moving, simply rolling and thrusting gently as he tried to find something to watch. As a result Xander was slowly coming back to full arousal, becoming even more aware of Spike's free hand roaming over his skin, pinching and testing.
Finally Spike found something he could stand. He dropped the remote again and turned his attention back to Xander, who was beginning to squirm. The blonde fastened his hands on Xander's hips and raised him slowly, and then let him fall back down. Soon Xander caught the rhythm and Spike let go, reaching for Xander's cock with one hand and his balls with the other.
"Ahh..." Xander groaned, briefly closing his eyes. He worked himself on Spike's erection, raising and lowering himself with his legs and arms. The sharp rap of gunshots had his eyes back on the screen. "Spike? What is that?"
"Gangsters. Prohibition. Stupid bit of legislation, that," He murmured. The vampire had left a History Channel presentation on The 1920s on, and at the moment the narrator was listing off all the atrocities attributed to gangsters and revenuers. Xander moved back slightly, adjusting the angle of Spike's thrusts for greatest effect. The vampire's hands were distracting him, throwing him off his rhythm. Cool fingers milking his cock, holding his balls lightly, pressing here and there.
Spike let himself purr softly, enthralled by the body draped over his The boy was so warm, all tight and slick around him. Head thrown back, trying to focus on what they were doing and not the television. It wasn't easy for the lad, not for anyone who was raised in the thrall of that magickal box. "What do you think of that, eh?" Spike murmured, nodding towards the television. "All that beer, wasted. Bloody shame, you know. Just smashing up barrels of the stuff, letting it run into the sewers."
"Spike," Xander whined, closing his eyes again. He was never going to be able to watch the history channel again. He was incredibly close again, but his arms and legs were getting tired from supporting himself in such an awkward position. Spike saw the boy's dilemma and brought one arm up around Xander's waist. Then he shifted forward, until the boy's knees were on the floor. Spike thrust once, hard, before pausing. Xander immediately wailed and shoved himself back onto Spike's cock, shuddering.
Xander knew that one more thrust, one more brush against that spot and he'd be coming, spattering all over Spike's hands and the floor. But Spike just... waited. Like he was distracted by the television. Xander was about to move again when the vampire pushed in slowly, so damned slowly it was too slow and then he pulled out and thrust in fast and deep and Xander's eyes flew open, half blind but all he saw anyway was an image of a moonshine still on the television. And he came, jerking and quaking in Spike's arms as the vampire powered into him three more times before joining him in ecstasy.
"And that," Spike muttered as he pulled out and arranged an limp-noodle Xander on the couch, "Was seventeen." A soft, open-handed slap on Xander's thigh accompanied the proclamation.
"Ergh," Xander mumbled, already half asleep. Spike went off to retrieve a washcloth. Xander wouldn't like leaving his carpet and couch such a mess.