Day Of DaysBy Sajinn
Chapter Two
"So… what does the birthday boy want, hmm?" Spike asked, humming. He tugged on Xander's shirt, slowly removing the only garment the boy still had on.
"Hmm… Dunno. You're the one giving out presents," Xander replied. How was he supposed to think when he had Spike in his bed, running those cold, hard hands all over him?"Let's see," Spike murmured. He was pretty damned sure he was the first guy Xander'd ever been with, which meant that some of his favorite sex acts would have to be pushed toward the end of the twenty-one he had left to do. Despite his occasionally impulsive nature, Spike really was a fan of delayed gratification. Besides, just because the boy wasn't ready to get fucked through the mattress didn't mean they couldn't both have fun… lots of fun. "Frottage?"
"Huh?" Xander grunted, distracted by Spike, who was teasing his nipples. "What's that?"
Spike pulled himself over Xander's body, rubbing his still-clothed groin against the boy's. Xander gasped and ached up, increasing the pressure on his cock. His appreciation for denim reached new heights; who'd have thought such a rough fabric could be so damned arousing? Of course, it was wrapped around Spike… "Frottage," Spike murmured.
"Dry humping?" Xander guessed. "Like what you do in high school when your girlfriend won't put out?"
Spike growled and thrust harder. "Guess I'm gonna have to give you a remedial lesson, then." Suddenly the vampire was gone, standing on the side of the bed. Xander looked dismayed until he saw that Spike was just getting undressed. The boy's jaw dropped as more and more of that perfect ivory skin was revealed, stretched tight over whipcord limbs and carved muscles.
"Sure," Xander murmured. "Teach away." If his high school teachers had looked like *that*, he'd have been valedictorian.
Spike crawled back on the bed, working from the foot as he dragged himself over Xander, all the way up. The human fell flat on his back, writhing under Spike as that cold flesh tantalized him, catching and sliding on his cock, contrasting nicely with his own overheated skin. When Spike finally reached the top, he stopped moving. Xander shifted a bit, feeling the completely new but not unwelcome sensation of someone else's erection pressed into his hip, lined up right next to his. "So, teach…"
The vampire lowered himself a bit more, letting his weight rest on Xander's body. Before Xander could fully adjust, Spike shifted himself, pushing with his legs and arms. His cock slid next to Xander's, dragging along that hard, silky organ. The look of shocked arousal and lust on Xander's face was a sight to behold as the boy's head flew back, eyes wide. The human thrust up instinctively, trying to prolong the contact. A low moan reverberated in the boy's chest as Spike repeated the motion over and over, stroking Xander's cock with his own.
"Harder," Xander gasped, winding his arms around Spike. He pulled the vampire to him, increasing the contact between their two bodies. Spike groaned and thrust faster and harder, almost drilling into Xander's body as he stroked them off. The vampire dropped his head to Xander's shoulder, sucking lightly on the skin there. Xander tipped his head to one side, giving Spike better access. He loved the feeling of someone's mouth on his body, licking and sucking. It was almost as good as sex.
Spike worked his way up Xander's neck to play with the boy's ear. "So… this what you and the cheerleader did in high school?" He asked, hissing softly as Xander's fingernails dug into his back.
Xander quivered. "Uh…no. Definitely not. Would've remembered. Oh yeah, I'd have remembered this," Xander babbled. Holy fuck, if he'd done this with Cordelia… well, he wasn't sure it would've been this good. No, it couldn't have possibly compared. Yeah, Cordy was beautiful, stacked and generally gorgeous, but she didn't hold a candle to Spike. There was something unbearably erotic about the cold skin brushing his. It wasn't like his own skin when he was cold, where he could always feel the heat buried deep within. No, this body was cold through and through, hard but still smooth and soft. If marble was a living substance, Spike was its embodiment.
Besides that, Cordelia didn't have a cock to slide against his, didn't have balls that nudged his once in a while as they thrust together. He used to think he was a breast man, liking the way they pressed against him when he kissed girls, the weight of them in his hands. Now, though, he wasn't so sure. Spike's chest was hard, masculine but more exciting when the vampire lay down on top of him. He was heavier than any of Xander's past lovers, but more than that he was just more *there*, more solid. Xander felt surges of an almost animalistic lust rush through him; this partner was no compliment, no softness to contrast with Xander's hardness. No, Spike was more of the same, only better for his subtle differences. He'd never really considered the erotic potential of feeling another guy getting off, listening to the growls and gasps that accompanied the right kind of pressure on a straining erection. Yeah, maybe this was the kind of thing that horny teenagers did before they worked up to sex, but that didn't really touch on the potential of the act. Xander could easily see it becoming a favorite of his. All that skin contact, glorious friction, and *Spike* growling in his ear. Oh man, this was good.
The one thing that kept running through his head was that he had another twenty times to get his fill of Spike, and wasn't that wonderful?
Spike moved faster, at a pace that pushed the limits of Xander's body. He hadn't expected to actually get to participate in anything that night; no, he'd fully expected to play a bit with Xander and then beat a hasty retreat before he got dusted. The unthinkable alternative, the possibility so improbable he'd laughed at himself for even considering, was happening. He was lying on top of Xander, who was as naked as he was. Moreover, Xander was very willingly participating in some very nice, hot sex—and enjoying it immensely, if the noises he was making were any indication. The vampire gritted his teeth against yet another tug of almost-orgasm that pulled at his spine. His body wanted to come, wanted to climax right now. It had been a year since Harmony had left, two years since Dru had abandoned him, and longer than that since he'd had a hot, willing and *male* body underneath him. Yeah, women were wonderful, all soft and wet sucking. But between the draw of force and violence and pure lust that was most guys, and the irresistible heat and hormones and blood rushing that was humans…
Xander tried to focus, to concentrate, to catch the rhythm that Spike was pounding into his body, but he just couldn't. The intensity and the focus the vampire was directing towards him were incredible; The expression on Spike's face was that of a man possessed. Xander wanted this to last, wanted to keep feeling Spike driving him on, keep watching the vampire's face contort in pleasure, wince as he held back again, growl and hiss and pant and purr and do things that humans never did during sex but apparently vampires did and that was way more than ok. But watching Spike struggle for control wasn't helping Xander maintain his and he felt it, curling around him, stretching and spreading out like something about to explode inside him. He was coming, was coating his stomach and Spike's too in hot, liquid stuff that he hoped would be joined soon by Spike's, which would be cold, true, but still the same if he didn't think too hard. His nerves sang, reaching out for more of that wonderful marble skin, grasping at it as it slid and bucked and caught against his. More, he wanted more, this couldn't end, it just started.
Spike felt Xander freeze, felt the boy's cock swell and burst as he climaxed. The vampire kept moving, knowing that the more he touched the boy the longer the pleasure would last, the more he would want this later and then he looked down at Xander, whose eyes were wide and blind as he lay still amidst the lightening rush of orgasm and Spike was lost in it, in knowing that he'd done that, that Xander had let him and would let him again. He buried his face in Xander's shoulder and let that sweet almost-oblivion overtake him, bucking and shuddering into that warm, no, hot body.
"Awk," Xander croaked, shifting around a bit. Spike was heavy, not unpleasantly so, but he needed moving around a bit so he wasn't pressing down on Xander's weak knee. The vampire let Xander reposition him, but made no real effort to move away.
"Ermfff," Spike murmured into the skin under his lips, still trying to find the rest of his brain, although he was pretty sure it was spattered between their bodies.
Xander grinned. Spike was incapable of coherent speech. The fact that Xander couldn't have formed a real word if he'd tried didn't matter, since he was driven to speechlessness on a regular basis. But the blonde was never short of words. Ever. It just made the afterglow sweeter.
After a couple of minutes, Spike managed to free one arm. He snaked it down Xander's body, curving the hand around the boy's hip. The vampire abruptly rolled to the side, bringing Xander with him. While the boy was still clinging to him, trying to steady himself after the sudden move, Spike lifted his hand and brought it back down, smacking the boy lightly.
"Two," Spike murmured.
"Only twenty more," Xander replied sleepily.
"Right you are."