The Road to Sex, Lies, and Duct Tape


Part Thirty-Three

Xander came home in a great mood. The talk he’d had with Kenny and Manny had really made him feel better. Feel hopeful about work. Plus, it was the weekend. He’d stopped and picked up some of the spicy hot wings that he knew Spike liked, a few snacks, a double-fudge, chocolate chunk cheesecake from the bakery, and some of those dark, British beers that Spike preferred. And a dozen, long-stemmed red roses. He knew Spike would protest at the last one. He’d get the ‘what the bloody hell is this, I’m not a bint’ speech. But he also knew that Spike would like it. His lover secretly loved the soppy, romantic-git gestures.

He closed the door and set all of his packages on the table. “Spike?” He looked around. No Spike. Huh. Then he saw the note stuck on the door. “Doing a load of laundry. Back up in a tic. S.”

Xander decided to meet Spike down in the laundry room. He tossed his tie over a kitchen chair and left the apartment. He found Spike stretched out on top of the bank of washing machines. Spike didn’t look back before he began to speak. “Sweetness, you need to win the lottery so I can unlive the life I’d like to become accustomed to. I bloody hate housework.”

“Really? ‘Cause I’ve been having this fantasy lately where you dust the apartment using a big feather duster, wearing a little French maid’s outfit, and saying things like ‘Oui, oui monsieur.’”

“Your accent is atrocious, Luv.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“’N I’m not dressing up in a frilly, short skirt.”

“But you have such sexy legs.”

“Really, now?” Spike purred seductively, sitting up and wrapping said sexy legs around his lover.

“Oui, oui,” Xander answered seductively against Spike’s lips before gently grabbing the curls at the back of the vampire’s head and pulling back so the long, pale neck was arched and bared. He latched on what would be Spike’s pulse point and started to nibble and suck.

Spike moaned softly and began to run his hands all over his boy’s warm torso. The washing machine he was sitting on began to go through the spin cycle, starting out slowly and then building up speed, adding a whole new dimension of sensation. Xander began to frantically fumble with the vampire’s belt and jeans, almost tearing them open. He shoved them down and off so that they dangled from the blond’s sock-clad, right foot.

“Lube?” Xander asked with a voice rough from lust.

“Already took care ‘o that. It’s Friday, innit?”

Xander had to smile at that. Was he really so predictable? He supposed so. By the time Friday rolled around, marathon sex was first and foremost on his mind. Happily, Xander found his love slicked and ready, unzipped his fly and drew out his stiff cock. He lined himself up and impaled Spike on one quick, deep stroke.

Spike cried out, the sound reverberating off of the machines and the bare walls. He clutched at Xander’s back. “God! Xander, yes!”

The brunet pulled his lover’s left leg up over his shoulder, opening him up even further, the white sock-covered foot waving in the air. He began to thrust, slowly at first, then picking up speed, pounding into Spike until the vamp’s eyes rolled up in his head and he made an ‘uhn, uhn’ noise every time Xander’s balls slapped against his ass. As the rhythm became more frantic, their cries became louder. Xander’s knees thudded against the washing machine, harder and harder, faster and faster. Thud, thud, thud.

When Xander climaxed, he pounded into Spike’s clenching ass harder, faster, more erratically. As soon as finished, he pulled out, dropped to his knees and sucked Spike’s dripping erection into his mouth.

Spike cried out again. His boy swallowing around him, a delicious throbbing in his ass, the vibration from the spin cycle tickling his balls. He wrapped his legs around the boy’s shoulders and threaded his fingers though his soft, brown hair and came. He held on to Xander as the aftershocks rippled through his body, breathing haggardly.

After a few moments, Xander stood and helped a weak-kneed Spike back into his jeans. “I dunno. Doing the laundry doesn’t seem so bad.”

“Too bloody right.”

“Come on, baby. Let’s get up to our apartment so I can have my wicked way with you again.”

“Oh yeah? Whatcha got planned there, Xan?”

“Well,” he began with a hushed, honeyed voice. “I wanna strip you down and spread you open. Suck and nibble on the soft skin inside your thighs until you beg me for more and then I want to stay buried deep inside you all weekend.”

Spike was up and off the washer and dragged Xander up to their floor before the brunet even had a chance to zip up...and Spike loved the roses.


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