Day Of DaysBy Sajinn
Chapter Nine
“Xander.”
“Ack! How the hell did you get this number?” Xander screeched into the phone. He was in the office at work, filling out some work orders. “And why are you calling me, anyway?”“It’s in the phone book,” Spike replied. “And I’m calling to talk to you.”
“Spike, you don’t strike me as the type to just call up during the day to chat,” Xander retorted.
“So? There’s a first time for everything,” Spike told him. “Now, take your clothes off.”
Xander dropped the phone. He looked around, but the trailer was still empty. The phone had slipped under the desk, so he had to dig for it. “Spike, that wasn’t funny! I’m at work!”
“I know where you are,” Spike murmured. “Take your clothes off.”
To his credit, Xander didn’t drop the phone this time. “I can’t, Spike. I’m at work. Other people work here too. Besides, why should I take my clothes off?”
“So you don’t get your clothes filthy,” Spike explained.
“They’re already dirty. I work at a construction site,” Xander shot back.
There was a brief pause. “Fine then, have it your way. Could you pick up another tube of lube on your way home tonight? I plan on giving you a good coring after patrol.”
This time, Xander didn’t drop the phone. He fell down. “Spike,” He hissed, wishing the trailer had carpet, “That is not--“
“Wanna see you all spread out on that big bed of yours, maybe tied up a bit, just to keep the wriggling down.”
“Gah,” Xander said, gasping. “I gotta fill out paperwork, Spike,” He said desperately.
“Ass high in the air, a bit pink from this and that, you know,” Spike continued in a low, rough voice. “Hot, too. Wanna taste you, all over. Feel you sweating when I get close, right there, but I never do it. Your cock’ll be dripping, aching, and I’ll keep getting closer and closer.”
Xander reached down to adjust himself. “Spike,” He murmured. Phone sex. Spike and he were having phone sex. Kinky enough on its own, but Spike just *had* to throw in bondage. And spanking. The vamp was so dead.
“And then you’ll lose patience and thrust into my mouth--as far as you can move, anyway. It won’t be much,” Spike growled. “Just the head. And when you’re done trying to make me make you come, I’ll let it sit there on my tongue, not doing a damned thing. Not one lick. Well, my *mouth* won’t be doing anything.”
Xander whimpered. That voice... He could *feel* Spike’s mouth on him, feel his mouth *not* doing anything. It was torture.
“But what I really want is to fuck you blind, so while you’re all about getting me to suck you off, I’m gonna be gettin’ you ready. Use that lube you’re gonna bring home, you know. One finger first, slow and easy. Just keep pushing a little until you start working that slut’s ass back onto my hand, sliding your cock out of my mouth. Soon you’ll be working yourself back and forth, fucking your ass on my fingers and shoving your prick into my mouth. Hard going for you, what with the restraints. Tires out your wrists, holding yourself up, ‘cause you don’t wanna just sink down on me while I’m under you.”
“Sp...” Xander started. He reached down to adjust himself. That was a big mistake; his cock jumped and leaked even more, wetting down his jeans. If his boss walked in, he was so fired.
“By the time I’ve got three fingers up in you, just sort of sitting on your sweet spot, letting your rock yourself back against it, you’ll be mindless. You’ll wanna come so bad you’d do anything, *anything* just to get me to suck, just once, just a little. Enough to make you come. But I’m not gonna.”
“Please,” Xander begged, the outside world fading away as Spike’s voice became his reality. He could feel Spike’s fingers inside him. Xander didn’t realize he was moving as Spike talked, didn’t notice that he was working himself with his hand, getting ever closer to orgasm.
“No, I’m gonna crawl out from under you and sink my knob into that tight arse. Just sit there, letting you squirm a bit. And when you think I’m never gonna move...”
“Spike!” Xander cried, teetering on the precipice. Just a little more...
“I’m gonna pound you through the bed, give it to you ‘til you pass out from it,” Spike finished. “Shoot you full of come, watch it drip out of you, rim you clean and get you hard again.”
Xander bit his lip to keep from screaming as climax ripped through him. He dimly wondered how he was going to explain the state of his clothing to his boss. Mostly he didn’t care; he wanted to go home, throw Spike on the bed, and do what the vampire had been describing. Repeatedly.
“So, that was what... nine?” Spike said lightly. “And don’t forget the lube.”
Xander blinked. “Spike? You do know I could get fired for this, right?”
Spike laughed. “Yeah, but you always could’ve hung up the phone.”