Jolly Good Show

by
Electricalgwen

A Good Cause

“Wow. And here I thought the English were all uptight and repressed.”

Spike peered over the rim of his insulated mug. “Hm?”

Xander shook out the newspaper, turned it and held it out for Spike to read the headline.

“London To Host Public Wank-a-thon?” Spike said incredulously.

“Uh-huh.” Xander tipped his mug upside down, licking out the last few drops of coffee. “Mass public masturbation, all proceeds going to charity.”

Spike raised an eyebrow. “Proceeds? Interesting choice of words.”

“And they’re filming it for TV.”

“Angelus always said the English were a nation of wankers. Looks like he was right after all.”

“They’re giving prizes!”

“What for – best-looking tackle? Longest shot?”

Xander skimmed further down the column. “Sounds like it’s for style or technique. One for who can hold out the longest – oh, and one for the highest number of orgasms.” He propped his feet up on the coffee table. “Maybe you should enter. Vamp recovery time? You’d be a shoo-in!”

“Hold up. You objected when I suggested outdoor sex in the middle of the night in a completely deserted park, and now you’re suggesting I get on with it in front of a crowd of horny strangers?”

“The public sex involved me being naked, in public, a state I try to avoid outside freaky dreams and fond memories of high school. You, on the other hand, are an exhibitionist vampire. Admit it, you’d love it.”

“Mm. They’d probably raise extra money off me.”

“Huh? I thought people just paid to participate.”

“Bet they’d make more money by getting sponsors. Or charging admission. People’d pay good money to get an eyeful of me.”

“In your dreams,” Xander scoffed, but his eye glazed over and he shifted on the couch. Spike’s mouth quirked as he observed the flush spreading over Xander’s skin.

“You like that idea, eh? Like the thought of total strangers paying to get a look at my ass, getting all hot and bothered watching me wank off?”

Xander inhaled sharply, gaze lingering on Spike’s crotch. Spike’s eyes darkened several shades and when he spoke again, his voice was heated and gravelly. “Yeah, you’d like to see that, wouldn’t you, pet? Watch me put on a show? Watch me stroke my cock, speed up, slow down, till I’m leaking all over and hard as my name?”

Xander moved his hand to his lap, gripping himself through his jeans.

“Says you’re allowed to use sex toy stimulation. Want to watch that, Xander? See me shoving a toy up my ass, fucking myself while you watch?”

His mouth fell open and Xander started to breathe heavily, as he rubbed the fabric against his erection. Spike’s voice washed over him in waves, sensual crests of heat and lust.

“You wouldn’t just be watching though, would you, love? You’d be so turned-on you couldn’t help it, you’d have to get yourself out. Get your hands on your cock.” His voice lowered further, almost purring. “You’re so hard, so ready. Show me, Xander. I want to see.”

Xander groaned, fumbling with the zipper, wincing slightly as the teeth grazed him through thin cotton boxers. Spike let out a slow sigh as Xander wriggled, pushing jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh. His rigid, blood-hot cock pulsed as he trailed his fingers up and down its length.

“You look so glorious, love. All needy and impatient. Can’t wait for someone to give it to you, need to take your own pleasure. That’s it, touch yourself. Just the way you like it. Do it right.” Spike licked his lips as Xander began fisting his cock loosely.

“Love watching you, watching you stroke yourself fast and slow, torture yourself till you bite your lip and give that little gasp.”

Xander gripped the base of his cock with one hand, teasing the head with the fingertips of the other, swirling around in the wetness that oozed from the slit. His back arched as he bucked his hips and gasped.

“Yeah, that gasp. You make the most delicious sounds, pet. Love it when you make those noises against my neck, when it’s my hands on your cock.”

Xander whimpered and shifted his grip, one hand above the other forming a tight tunnel through which his cock slid easily, slick with precome. He began pumping, moving his hips more than his hands, thrusting up through his fists.

“Love touching you, Xander. Love feeling you fuck into my hand, such a hard, desperate cock, all for me.”

Xander was panting, speeding up his strokes. Spike started breathing, erratically and harshly, sprawling his legs wide as the throbbing bulge in his pants became near-painful.

“Love it when you get desperate, when you just need to get off, fuck my hand, my mouth, my ass, whatever I give you. Love knowing I make you that wild. Love making you so crazy that you’ll let me fuck you right then, no matter where we are, no matter who might see. See me working that pretty cock of yours while I pound into your sweet ass.”

Xander moaned and thrashed his head from side to side, exposing the pulse jumping in his neck, providing an additional kick to Spike’s arousal. Fuck, he’s irresistible when he’s horny, Spike thought, reaching down and ripping open his button fly. He shoved the jeans down just enough to free his erection, and shivered as the scrape of rough denim over his aching flesh shot jolts of pleasure straight to his balls. He licked one palm slowly, deliberately, attracting Xander’s attention, then wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking firmly.

Xander’s eye fluttered shut as he arched still further, supported only by the backs of his thighs and shoulders on the sofa, jacking himself frantically. Tiny beads of sweat tricked down his neck as a stream of groans and babbled endearments poured from him.

“Fuck, Spike, what you do to me, I – ohhh – gotta just, God!, you just look at me and I get hard for you, baby. Always hard, always you, baby, it’s all for – unghh – you. Love fucking you, love watching you fuck me, you’re so – fuck – hot, baby. Make me crazy, make me want you so bad, make me want to – oh, Jesus – wanna come, Spike, need to, gonna… augh!”

A snarl of ferocious relief distorted his features and he stared directly at Spike, forcibly keeping his eye open as his orgasm exploded from him in high, hot spurts all over his neck and chest. He flopped back into a concave slouch on the sofa cushions, sucking in deep hoarse breaths, still gripping his cock as the last few tremors shook him. Still pouring desire and need through their connected gaze.

Spike’s world had narrowed down to the sight of Xander writhing in frenzied lust, the sound of Xander’s blood racing, and the feel of his own hand palming his dick. He was hovering on the verge of climax, eyes flickering madly from blue to gold, and he’d just about decided to ease down and draw things out a little, when the smell of Xander’s release kicked him into sensory overload, and that dark, intense stare speared into his soul.

He came despite himself, spilling over his hand.

Xander lay boneless and panting on the sofa, making no move to clean himself up. Spike dragged his almost-equally limp body across the small intervening space and collapsed stickily onto him, licking at the small puddle in the hollow of Xander’s throat.

“Shower?” Spike inquired eventually.

Xander groaned. “Give me a few more minutes. I don’t think my legs will hold me yet.”

Spike chuckled, low and raw. “Not surprised. That was a fuckin’ awesome show, pet. Award-winning, even.”

“Really?” Xander grinned. “What do I win?”

Spike swiped his tongue up to the angle of Xander’s jaw. “I’ll put on a proper show for you. After we get cleaned up.”

“Shower now,” Xander declared, stumbling to his feet.

2 Good Ideas

Happy Birthday Spikedluv!
After my recent guest foray into the Newspaper!verse, hordes many a few people clamoured requested suggested offhand that I might consider writing a sequel in which we get to see Spike put on a show for Xander.
And it just so happens that spikedluv is having a birthday! I ask you, what better occasion could there be for posting Spander PWP? *g*
Many happy returns of the day to a veritable goddess of Spander. Please accept this bloody humble offering from a grateful minion.
Rating: NC-17.

Xander tugged experimentally. Nope, his wrists and ankles weren’t moving any time soon.

Spike had tormented him throughout the shower, refusing to give him any more than the most casual touch. He occasionally brushed against Xander when he reached for the shower gel, but avoided any more direct contact. Instead, he’d let his eyes roam over every inch of Xander’s skin, while telling him in graphic detail just how Xander had looked, smelled, sounded while masturbating, and what the effect had been on Spike.

Xander had started fondling his renewed hard-on under the pretense of washing thoroughly, but a calm look and quiet command from Spike had been enough to make him desist.

“You can touch when I say you can, Xander. If you haven’t got the control to keep your hands off even for a little while…”

Every part of Xander tingled when Spike looked at him like that, all master and predator.

“…maybe I’d better help you out.”

Which meant Xander tied to the bedposts, face-up, on display in candlelight, while Spike stalked naked around the bed emitting growly noises and licking his lips.

The almost subsonic growl made the hair rise on his limbs. He knew Spike wouldn’t hurt him. Not really. He knew it, in his heart, and in his head. His guts, however, were slow and stupid and primitive and didn’t always get the message. A tiny hint of visceral panic crept through him.

Spike inhaled and smiled devilishly.

“You look delicious, pet. All spread out like a banquet.”

Heat and hunger and ferocity in his look.

“Good enough to eat.” He stared at Xander’s erection, already glistening with precome. “Love to swallow you down right now. Suck you till you scream.”

Xander gasped, cock surging against his belly.

“Or lick your tight little ass till you’re begging me to fuck you through the wall.” He leapt onto the bed and crawled gracefully up between Xander’s legs, not-quite-touching, skimming along the barest edge of sensation. “Want that, love?”

Xander moaned, desperately turned-on. “Please?”

“But I promised you a show, didn’t I?”

He backed off despite Xander’s whine of protest, stood and began walking slowly around the bed.

“A private show.”

He stopped near the head of the bed, bringing his cock tantalizingly near Xander’s mouth.

“Titillating the masses is all well and good, but I prefer the up close and personal approach.”

Xander watched hungrily as Spike slid the foreskin back and smoothed his thumb around the glistening head.

“’Sides, if I did it right, I’d scare the judges.”

Xander laughed. “Uh-huh. Sure. You’re impressive and all, but I wouldn’t say it’s frightening, exactly.”

“Not talking ‘bout that, pet – though,” Spike looked down and leered appreciatively, “glad you’re impressed.” He placed his thumb on Xander’s lips. Xander immediately curled his tongue out, tasting. He tried to suck it into his mouth, but Spike pulled it back. Xander started to pout, but got distracted by the mesmerizing fall of light and shadow across Spike’s torso.

Spike took a couple of steps away from the bed and just stood, looking at Xander and stroking himself. His voice dropped to a purr. “See, pet, if I were to go up and wank in front of a bunch of strangers, what do you suppose I’d be thinking about?”

“Angelina Jolie in a bikini?”

Spike’s look managed to mix fond amusement with don’t be a git.

“I’d be thinking of you, pet. Thinking about the way you feel under me. Thinking about how pretty you look on your knees, sucking me off. Thinking how it feels to sink into your tight heat.”

Xander flushed and wriggled. Spike walked down around the bed, held his cock in one hand and leaned forward, bracing the other arm on the bed. He traced the head along the sole of Xander’s foot, just below the toes. Xander yelped in surprise, then gasped in pleasure as Spike continued to rub.

“I’d be remembering the way you smell. The taste of salt on your skin.” He switched to Xander’s other foot; Xander curled his toes down, trying to stroke and tease Spike even with this minimum of touch.

“And when I get close, I’d think of how you drive me fucking crazy. I’d think of the way you bite me.”

Xander inhaled sharply, eyes flying to Spike’s neck. Spike climbed up on the bed again, sitting back on his heels between Xander’s spread legs. One hand traced lightly over the palest skin of his lower abdomen, teasing touches in the hollow of his hip. Xander watched helplessly as Spike’s skilled fingers wandered over his own body. He knew Spike was hitting all his most sensitive spots – he’d mapped them all out himself, so many times, with hands and lips and tongue.

“So when I come? I’d vamp out. Got no control where you’re concerned.”

Xander was tugging again on the restraints and writhing on the sheets. The friction felt good on his ass and the backs of his thighs, but wasn’t enough. He was so hard it hurt, frantic for some contact on his cock. He couldn’t turn, though, spread-eagled as he was, and was reduced to whimpering and thrusting his hips into the air, wordlessly begging Spike to release him.

Spike merely caressed Xander with his gaze, fisting his own erection. “Can’t get enough of you, love. Your skin, your mouth, your cock.” He rose up on his knees, giving Xander a better view. “The way you fight, the way you fuck. Your hands.”

Finesse appeared to give way to driving need; Spike closed his eyes and threw his head back, pumping hard and fast into his slick grip. He was growling quietly but continuously, his thighs trembling. Xander cried out in frustration, bucking up, his painfully swollen prick slapping on his stomach.

Spike opened his eyes and they were golden; his mouth opened in a snarl of silent pleasure and his fangs glinted. The demon was there at the fore, and it looked at Xander with exactly the same expression that Spike’s human face had. Xander’s gut twisted in an achingly familiar, still confusing mix of fear, pride and love. For a moment his body’s physical clamour was forgotten.

Spike brought one wrist up and bit savagely into it. A tiny trickle of blood ran over his lip, as he shot all over Xander’s thighs and groin.

The cool sensation on his overheated flesh, and the look in Spike’s eyes – Xander groaned and came without a touch, mixing their fluids on his stomach.

The mattress creaked as Spike flopped down beside him. An arm was flung across his chest, and he curled into Spike’s embrace.

“You have good ideas,” Xander mumbled.

“You think so?”

“I definitely think so. My body thinks so, anyway. My brain exploded at some point.”

“So…”

“So?”

“Sex in the park tomorrow, then?”

3 Jolly Good Show

Part 3 in the exhibitionistic series that I've decided to call "Jolly Good Show", and is rated NC-17 PWP.
It is not necessary to have read A Good Cause or Good Ideas to enjoy this bit, though they do set the scene (namely, sex in a park, which may not be a brilliant idea if one of you is a Demon Magnet™
Rated NC-17. For sure

"I can't believe I’m doing this."

Spike smiled in the darkness. “Nobody’s here.”

“What if some kid forgot his teddy bear and his mom comes back for it? What if the witchy university girls decide tonight would be a good night to worship the moon?” Xander was practically hyperventilating. “What if – what if Giles…”

Spike cut him off by kissing him again, and continued to squeeze his ass. “Shut up.”

Xander pulled away, flailing. “But what if…”

“There are no teddy bears. It’s the dark of the moon. Giles? What the fuck?” Spike nibbled Xander’s earlobe. “He’s never been to this park in his life and sure as hell isn’t going to start tonight. Quit being ridiculous, and touch me.”

Xander looked slightly abashed, but cast yet another thorough, worried look around the park.

“Xander. People do not come here at night. Trust me.”

“But what…”

“Shut. Up. Do you want to fuck tonight or not?”

“Well, when you put it that way…mmph!”

The kissing rapidly became heated and aggressive, lips scraping over teeth, fingers digging into hard muscle. Xander grasped a fistful of Spike’s shirt and began shuffling backwards, holding the kiss, until he collided with the climbing frame. He leaned back against it, pulling Spike flush against him. Their hips thrust and ground, cocks straining to reach each other through denim.

T-shirts were pulled free of jeans, hands roamed over skin. Spike nuzzled into Xander’s neck, licking and nipping. He slipped a hand down the back of Xander’s pants. The delicious scent of Xander’s desire intensified as his skin flushed.

Spike became aware of tiny susurrations, rhythmic scratching sounds from the deep shadows under the nearest beech tree.

He squinted into the gloom. They had company.

A Hussurat was half-concealed behind the tree. The humanoid demon stood with its legs apart and arms hugging the trunk, rocking its extruded phallus against the smooth bark. Its unblinking eyes were fixed on Xander. Waves of tiny spines shivered over its forearms, the pace of the pulses increasing as it grew still more aroused.

Spike didn’t mind an audience, as long as said audience kept its appendages to itself and kept quiet. He allowed his eyes to flicker to yellow, acknowledgment and warning, and busied himself with undoing Xander’s pants. Xander made happy growly noises, pushing into Spike’s hand and sucking on Spike’s tongue.

Ripping open his own jeans, Spike brought their erections together and stroked them slowly. Xander moaned into Spike’s mouth and attempted to speed up the pace. Spike tugged awkwardly at Xander’s pants with his other hand, trying to get them down to mid-thigh. Xander flinched and again pulled back, trying to look over his shoulder.

“Ssh,” Spike soothed. “Don’t worry. Turn around.”

He spun Xander and pushed him against the curved metal bars, stepping close behind him. The open duster hung down around their bodies, minimizing the view of Xander’s bare ass and thighs. Xander relaxed, then tensed again in pleasurable anticipation as Spike trailed fingers across his hip and ass, nudging between his buttocks. Spike laughed, soft and dirty, when he encountered slick.

“Got yourself all ready, did you?”

Xander gasped. “I thought it would save time and, uh, exposure.”

“And you didn’t let me watch? Just for that –“

Spike abruptly shoved three fingers into Xander’s prepared and lubed hole and worked them at a fast pace, twisting, gently scratching. Xander groaned and clutched the metal bars, arching his back and dropping his head on his arms. Spike licked the tanned shoulders. Xander smelled and tasted so good…

He gradually realized that Xander’s wasn’t the only smell in the vicinity. Scanning the surroundings with his demon’s eyes and nose, he frowned in disbelief.

They had a lot of company.

A brunette vampire in tight red leather pants and a black halter stood in the lee of the ice-cream stand, licking her lips and grinding the heel of one hand into her crotch.

A pair of pale-blue empath demons were rolling around in the playhouse at the top of the slide.

An undead ex-cheerleader was on her hands and knees under the lilacs, snarling silently in pleasure while being pounded by an undead ex-jock.

Semi-corporeal Tchoi were hovering over on the baseball diamond, slipping in and out of visibility as their substance slid into each other. Tiny flashes of phosphorescence marked the spots where all three sexes merged.

The Hussurat was still humping his tree. And several vampires were hiding behind various bushes with their tongues hanging out and their hands down their pants.

Xander was oblivious, head down, working himself back on Spike’s fingers. More pheromones wafted from him as he moaned and writhed.

Spike pulled his fingers out, fished a tube from a pocket and quickly lubed his cock. Xander was whimpering in anticipation; Spike doubted he could hear anything over the pounding of his blood and his panting breaths. He glared around, fully vamped, and growled “Mine!” loudly as he pushed into Xander’s heat.

“Yours, yours baby,” Xander mumbled.

Spike placed his hands over Xander’s, gripping tightly, and began moving with slow, shallow strokes. Xander shifted and bucked, wordlessly begging for more. Spike continued to tease until he judged Xander was suitably frantic, then unlaced their fingers. He shrugged one arm, then the other out of the duster, letting it fall to the ground.

Xander emitted a muffled shriek of protest as the cool night air on his bare thighs alerted him to the absence of the shielding coat. Spike moved one hand from Xander’s hip to his cock, and the shriek melted into a series of muffled moans. He bit gently along Xander’s neck with blunt teeth, stripping his cock in time with his thrusts. Xander clenched around him, so tight and hot.

Spike took a deep breath and tasted the air as he pushed Xander harder against the bars, fucking him deeper and adding a little swivel of his hips. Xander approved, judging by his frantic whispered babble, and the audience was definitely appreciating it as well. The pheromone levels in the air were getting absurdly high, with a startling number of species and sexes represented. Some of the chemical messages clashed, while those from compatible partners swirled into intoxicating mists.

Xander's own pheromones made unique, but unfailingly delicious, combinations with all the nonhuman ones. Spike grinned inwardly. No wonder Xander was so popular.

And he was his.

Spike was unbearably turned on. So many lustful eyes on him and on Xander; so much sex in the air. So many creatures getting off on watching them get off.

He reached forward and loosened Xander’s fingers from the bars. Grasping him around the ribs, he hoisted him and turned once more. Bending his knees slightly, he leaned back against the metal and pulled Xander’s ass back down on his hips. The frame dug into his spine and buttocks but he didn’t notice, didn’t care. Xander was sinking down on him, riding him, and giving a full-frontal display of his glorious cock plundering the air. Spike growled possessively again and hammered his hips up in a punishing rhythm, hand finding Xander’s cock again and working it in time with his thrusts. Xander was sweating now, more enthralling odours pouring from him. Spike shifted slightly, improving his angle of attack on Xander’s sweet spot.

Xander came, shooting in a pearlescent arc.

Within seconds, at least a dozen assorted beings in the surrounding bushes also reached climax. Xander, still caught in the throes of his own orgasm, paid no attention to the muffled noises and grunts of pleasure that were loud enough even for human ears. Spike heard them only vaguely, as he worked desperately towards his own release. He bit his lip. The smell of his blood mixed with Xander’s scent as he finally stiffened and filled Xander’s ass.

“Mine!”

It was an awkward position, and muscles weak in afterglow rapidly began to protest. Xander lifted and stumbled forward off Spike, still gasping for breath. He hitched his pants back up, hands shaking. His expression mixed horrified realization with too-well-fucked-to-care.

“Oh God. That was such a rush.”

Spike smirked as he tucked himself back in, zipped, and smoothed his shirt. “Adds a thrill, doesn’t it?”

He turned and bent to pick up the discarded duster, discreetly scanning the vicinity. Their company had mostly melted back into the night, although a few still lay sprawled in happy completion. No one looked inclined to challenge Spike’s claim. Satisfied, he stood and pulled the coat on.

He cocked his head towards the park exit. They began to walk.

“I can’t believe I did that. What if…”

“Told you it’d be fine.” Spike slung an arm around his shoulders. “Quiet as the grave. And I should know.”

4 Good and Ready

Written for apreludetoanend's birthday

Spike tipped the last of the Merlot into Xander’s glass. “That was a good choice. Drink up, don’t want to waste it.”

Xander smiled and took a sip. “Are you trying to get me drunk? ‘Cause I have to say, if you’re planning to have your wicked way with me later, I’m a pretty sure bet. You didn’t even have to buy me a fancy dinner, you know.”

“Like spoiling you once in a while.” Spike pinged a black nail against his own glass, listening to the harmonics. “Besides, this way neither of us has to eat our cooking. That steak was fabulous.”

“Oh yeah,” Xander agreed, leaning back in his chair and stretching. Spike watched him – went on looking, appreciating, until Xander blushed slightly. “What?”

“Just thinking about last week.”

Xander’s blush deepened. He didn’t have to ask which bit of last week.

“God, that was hot. Right out there in the open, knowing anyone could see.”

“You said nobody went there at night!”

“Not a soul.” Spike smirked. “Shame, really. You were such a beautiful sight.” His voice dropped. “One of these days, gonna do that again, somewhere people can see you, if they just take the trouble to look. Out on the balcony, I think.” He narrowed his eyes, smouldering, promising. “Imagine what you’ll look like, shoved up against the railings. Gripping the metal, taking me hard and deep. All your skin on display, all that want on your face, my hand on your cock. You look stunning when you’re being fucked.”

Xander reached for his wineglass and took a large swallow. His pulse was jumping hard and fast at the edge of his shirt collar. Spike held his gaze, wordlessly continuing the story, promising more.

A discreet cough interrupted them.

“Dessert menu?”

Spike didn’t break eye contact as he held out his hand.

“I’ll just give you a few minutes to, uh, look it over.”

The waiter dematerialized. Spike looked down at the menu, deliberately running his tongue slowly over his lips, hearing Xander’s breathing speed up. At the fifth item on the extensive menu, he raised his eyebrows and flipped it across the table at Xander.

“Think I can guess.”

Xander scanned the list. His mouth dropped open. “Oh. Yeah.”

Spike kicked off his shoes and ran one foot up Xander’s leg, slowly but purposefully. Xander stifled a yelp and shifted very slightly in his chair.

“Like that look on your face. Now, maybe, it’s for chocolate, but out there on the balcony? You’ll be opening those lips for me.” He pressed his foot against Xander’s crotch, wrapping his toes around the hardness he found there and wriggling them. “On your knees, sucking me. So pretty.”

“Spike!” Xander hissed, trying his best to look around unobtrusively. “Not here!”

Spike cocked his head and continued to massage Xander’s erection. “We’ve got the farthest, darkest corner. Nobody’s looking.” He pushed gently with his heel. “Not like they will be. Just think, anyone in the block across the way, anyone on the street. They’ll see us and you know what they’ll think?”

Xander gasped as Spike brought his other foot into play. “Couple of perverts. You’ll get us arrested.”

Spike attempted, unsuccessfully, to wiggle Xander’s trouser button loose. “Nah. They’ll be too busy getting themselves off as soon as possible. You’ve no idea how sexy you are when you’re horny, pet. Instant aphrodisiac.” He inhaled. “Like now. You smell so good, look so good… want to take you home right now, Xander. Want to fuck you.”

Xander’s legs fell open as his breathing sped up. He slouched a little, pushing against Spike – then sat up abruptly.

“So, have you gentlemen had a chance to decide?”

“Oh, I think I know what he wants.” Spike said with a leer.

“I’ll have the Chocolate Concoction,” Xander said firmly. “Can you bring two spoons?”

“Sure!” The waiter nodded. “Definitely a dessert for sharing.” He grinned at them conspiratorially. “The chef likes to compare it to one he read about in some book once. It was designed to be eaten together naked, and you’d probably have to shower afterwards.”

He scooped up the menu, seemingly oblivious to Xander’s sudden coughing fit. “Takes a little while to put together though. Ten minutes or so. Would you like coffee in the meantime?”

“Nah, we’re fine.”

Spike watched the waiter disappear through the kitchen door, then turned his attention back to a recovered Xander. Who was glaring at him. Fondly, though.

“Sorry, but you’ll just have to wait a bit longer. I want my dessert.”

“Want mine too,” Spike said blandly. He picked up his napkin, wiped his mouth deliberately with it, and, equally deliberately, dropped it on the floor.

“Oops,” he said, disappearing under the black tablecloth after it.

“Spike!” Xander whispered. “Get up here! What the – oh God!”

He looked around frantically as his feet were pushed apart and trousers opened in record time. The tables nearest them were unoccupied; the nearest diners were busy with their food or their own intimate conversations. No one looked his way as his cock was freed from cotton and promptly engulfed in a cool mouth.

His fingers scrabbled on the table, wound themselves in the cloth as lips, teeth and tongue were employed to best effect. Lust and embarrassment surged over him in equal waves. He tried to regulate his breathing and look like someone waiting for his dessert to arrive, or his date to return from the bathroom, instead of someone being given a stunningly good blow-job.

His hands convulsed, tugging the cloth and tipping over the salt shaker as Spike took him even deeper, applying a fierce suction that he knew from much pleasurable experience would bring him to the edge in no time. He slid his ass forward to the edge of the chair, spreading his legs wider, offering himself. Fear of discovery was overcome by need as his cock surged impossibly harder down Spike’s throat. He gripped the table edge fiercely as his balls tightened.

Legs spread, teeth gritted, Xander succumbed to orgasmic bliss in full view of the restaurant patrons.

He was still staring blankly at the ceiling, hands knotted in fabric, when Spike slid back into his chair.

“Hope your dessert’s as good as mine.”

Xander looked at him dazedly, then frantically began straightening the cloth. “Oh God. I can’t believe you just – holy fuck.”

“Pity I couldn’t watch.” Spike glanced back over his shoulder. “Anyone catch the show?”

Xander’s eye went wide. “God! I hope not.” He pushed sweaty hair back from his forehead. “I like this restaurant. I really don’t want to get banned from it.”

Spike laughed. “Wouldn’t worry about that. Anyone saw you, they’ll be heading to the bathroom or the back alley any minute now.”

Xander blushed. “Would you stop? Not everyone’s a voyeur like – ohh…”

He trailed off as the waiter came towards them with an elaborately stacked confection that was essentially chocolate à la chocolate. With chocolate sauce. And a bit of whipped cream for variety.

“Voilà!” Spoons were produced with a flourish. “Enjoy!”

Xander paused with his laden spoon halfway to his mouth, mesmerized by the sight of Spike’s tongue twining around his own spoon, licking off sauce.

“You taste good with chocolate. Wonder if they’d do this dessert to go some time?”

Xander savoured his mouthful before answering. “Now that is a good idea.”

“We could eat it out on the balcony. Naked.”

“You never give up, do you?”

The book in question is The Naked Sun by Isaac Asimov; the dessert is Solarian and apparently involves golden syrup and much stickiness.

The End

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