In celebration of kyrieane's
69th friend and the defeat of the Federal Defense of Marriage
Amendment, I bring you fic.
Spike/Xander
PWP
NC-17
“Damn!” said Xander, trying to wipe the sticky
jelly off of his stomach. “This is what comes of you not
letting me wear clothes in the house,” he fumed.
“What’s that, love?” Spike sauntered into the
kitchen, viewing his partner’s naked form with evident
pleasure.
“Stop leering and get me a wet paper towel, please.
I’m sticky,” Xander pouted.
Spike looked at the half-made peanut butter and jelly sandwich
on the counter, and grabbed the jelly. “But, Xan,
strawberry is my favorite flavor,” he purred, scooping out
two fingers full of jelly and advancing on Xander.
Xander backed up, but soon ran into the counter. Realizing that
stickiness was inevitable, he relaxed. “You’re going
to scrub my back when I have to get into the shower again,”
he informed his encroaching lover.
Spike ran his sticky fingers down his boy’s chest, making
patterns. He sucked, first one nipple and then the other. Xander
wriggled, trying to find friction, as Spike licked from his solar
plexus to his neck in one long, slow swipe. Grinning, Spike
scooped some more jelly, and slowly fisted Xander’s
cock.
Xander’s hips bucked, and his knees buckled. Spike slowly
lowered him to the kitchen floor, tossing the jelly in the
general direction of the sink with a crash. Spike went headfirst
down Xander’s body, licking, and sucking his way
down.
Xander was not going to take this lying down. Well, actually he
was, but not without a fight. He grabbed Spike’s hips and
attempted to swallow his lover whole, succeeding in drawing a
long, low groan from the man above him. His arms wrapped around
his lover, he ran a teasing finger down the cleft of
Spike’s ass.
Not to be outdone, Spike was licking every sticky inch of his
boy. Sucking the weeping tip of Xander’s erection into his
mouth, he swirled his tongue around the head, causing the boy to
moan and squirm beneath him. Probing Xander’s slit with his
tongue, he swallowed his cock inch by slow inch, finally
encompassing his entire length.
Xander knew Spike was losing control when he pushed back at the
finger playfully circling his entrance. Sucking the digit into
his mouth alongside Spike, he quickly returned it, pressing into
his vampire. He crooked his finger, rubbing the way Spike loved,
and was rewarded. Spike bucked, coming into Xander’s warm
mouth. When the blonde pulled gently on his balls, he let go,
groaning Spike’s name into his hip.
After a few moments spent catching their collective breath,
Spike got up, lifting Xander in his arms. Spike grinned at his
disheveled, sticky lover. “I do love it when you come home
for lunch, pet,” he chuckled, heading for the shower.