Disclaimer: the usual
Summary: Xander being well as the title says
Previous chapters: none
Xander was in a quandary. Not the sort of word that he usually used, but he’d spotted it while doing slightly illicit research on vampires in Giles’ personal library and after looking it up it seemed to describe the state he was in.
The quandary in question (nice alliteration – another term Xander had unearthed while trying not to fall asleep over Giles’ books) was should he tell Spike the truth.
The first kiss had seemed like an accident – a slightly drunken brushing of lips after a night out in a club. But of course the ‘Bacardi and coke’ Xander had been drinking had just been coke.
The next time, on Xander’s couch while watching Star Wars, when their thighs had nudged against each other – no ‘booze’ this time, other than a couple of beers – yeah accident again… not.
Then there had been the first proper kiss. Xander had feigned indignance and squirmed away like a virgin on her wedding night from a Victorian novel when their lips had touched. But the effect was as Xander had planned: Spike seemed to like it, and after a while Xander stopped complaining as he felt Spike’s tongue exploring his allegedly reluctant mouth.
And then a few weeks later, and a lot more kisses later, Xander felt the ‘need’ to jolt backwards and dash to the bathroom when he felt Spike’s hand on his jean clad erection. He pretended to be embarrassed when he went back into the living room. Out of breath, scared etc. In fact he was out of breath because he had just wanked off.
Then there was the next time, the time when Spike undid the zip of his jeans and slipped his hand inside…
“Spike I’m not sure about this…” Disingenuous was another new word Xander had discovered lately.
He came in about two minutes.
Then there was the first blow job.
“Spike, really… Oh my god.”
And now he was lying in bed, lieing and lying, with his legs spread open and lube on his ass. His cock, his whole body throbbing with need, but also tense with anxiety. Was this going to hurt? Of course it was.
“Er Spike, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“It’s alright, pet. I know.”
“You know what?”
“I know you've engineered every bit of this, whatever this is. Not sure why, but I don’t mind. The sex can wait if you want. If you’re not ready. We can just cuddle, as long as you don’t mind me having a wank later.”
“You knew?” Xander asked, both relieved and disturbed.
“Of course I did, pet, and very funny it was too.”
Xander’s face fell.
“Not laughing at you pet. I take this as seriously as I think you do. But Xander-psychology… always a source of entertainment. ‘t’s why I love you. Well one of the reasons.”
“Oh ok.” Xander felt slightly out of breath. “Sex a bit later then?”
“Whenever you are ready, luv.”