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.

The End

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.

Good Ideas

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?”

The End